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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in an insulated storage unit at Site-22, which is to be kept under guard by one member of security personnel. Any individuals performing testing or physical inspection of SCP-XXXX must wear full-body protective gear in order to prevent severe electrocution.

Description: SCP-XXXX is an anomalous organism aesthetically identical to the character of Pikachu from the Pokémon media franchise. Despite appearing to be a rodent organism upon exterior examination, interior examination shows that SCP-XXXX's body contains no bones, muscles or blood, instead being composed entirely of a bright yellow substance similar in consistency and texture to a sea sponge.

While in containment, SCP-XXXX has been observed to perform the following actions:

  • Cocking it's head and saying the word 'Pikachu'.
  • Jumping in place, saying the word 'Pikachu', and then jumping in place again.
  • Running in a small circle.
  • Projecting an electrical field of variable severity in the one-meter area immediately surrounding it.

SCP-XXXX has not been observed to move outside of performing these specific actions. Thus far, observation has shown no specific pattern to when SCP-XXXX performs these actions, or in what order, and they do not appear to be responses to any specific stimuli. Furthermore, SCP-XXXX has shown no signs of recognizing or even perceiving events that occur around it. For these reasons, it is currently unclear whether SCP-XXXX is sapient or even possesses a consciousness at all.

Discovery: SCP-XXXX was recovered from a crime scene in White Falls, New Mexico by members of the New York Police Department. As these officers reported their findings among monitored channels, Foundation agents were quickly dispatched and retrieved SCP-XXXX without further incident.

The crime scene in which SCP-XXXX was originally found, a suburban residence in the area, contained the following:

  • The corpse of local woodworker Paul Terrance in the living room. Cause of death judged as suicide from gunshot wound to the temple.
  • Six popped and slightly burnt balloons throughout the house. Inspection showed them to read 'Happy Birthday'.
  • A copy of modern alchemical text The Progeny of Paracelsus by A.A. Gilford. The book was found in the basement, along with three other materials.
  • Three-hundred and twenty-two copies of the GameBoy game Pokemon Yellow, sixty-one of which had been partially ground into dust using a nearby mortar and pestle.
  • Six Erlenmeyer flasks containing a compound composed of the previously mentioned dust, broken-down sea sponge and human semen1.
  • Three horse wombs, two of which contained objects resembling malformed and inactive instances of SCP-XXXX. The third was empty.
  • The corpse of Paul Terrance's eight-year old son, Adam Terrance, in his bedroom. Cause of death judged as cardiac arrest following exposure to an electrical current.




SCP-XXXX, first to the right.

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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-XXXX or phrases similar to SCP-XXXX are to be tracked down and expunged from all public sources. Foundation agents embedded in academic, media and government institutions are to exert influence so as to encourage words which are part of SCP-XXXX to fall out of popular use; thus far, this strategy has been effective with three of the words which form SCP-XXXX.

Any witnesses to the use of SCP-XXXX are to be amnesticized.

Item #: SCP-XXXX is a fourteen-word phrase which, when spoken aloud, activates all domesticated felines within hearing range2.



Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept behind a containment perimeter that encompasses the entirety of its body, which is to be patrolled by security personnel at all times. Any individuals attempting to access SCP-XXXX are to be apprehended, interrogated and dosed with amnestics as appropriate for their level of knowledge and exposure.

Mobile Task Force Zeta-39 ("Creature Features") are to track down and eliminate any specimens of SCP-XXXX-1 that successfully escape from the containment perimeter. Following elimination, the remains of the SCP-XXXX-1 specimen are to be returned to SCP-XXXX for reintegration. Any exploration of SCP-XXXX is to be undertaken by Mobile Task Force Zeta-40 ("Dumpster Divers") following authorization by a member of Level 4 personnel.

Following revision for secrecy and tactical advantage purposes, research materials concerning SCP-XXXX are to be passed onto the British Occult Service3 in accordance with the original agreement made upon SCP-XXXX's acquisition.

<Begin Log>

(SCP-XXXX-2-34 extends its hammer towards MTF-Z40-3. It is still dripping with blood and viscera. MTF-Z40-3 takes a step back.)

SCP-XXXX-2-34: Oh … smell that stink? Enough to drive a man sick.


MTF-Z40-3: Um, yeah. Awful. You, uh, you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?

SCP-XXXX-2-34: (sniffs) Gonna be a bad night tonight, lad. I'd make my way out of here while I can, if I were you.

MTF-Z40-3: You, uh, you're a follower of Mekhane, yes? So am I!

(Pause. SCP-XXXX-2-34 turns to MTF-Z40-3.)

SCP-XXXX-2-34: Oh, aye? Best get to killing, then, lad. There's much more meat to go around. Have your pick. Long time 'till daybreak.

(SCP-XXXX-2-34 turns away from MTF-Z40-3.)

MTF-Z40-3: Uh, no, excuse me, I still have more questions!

(SCP-XXXX-2-34 does not respond. SCP-XXXX-2-35 approaches.)

SCP-XXXX-2-35: All the units in this area have been dealt with, sir.

SCP-XXXX-2-34: Dead? Well and truly?

SCP-XXXX-2-35: Yes, sir. (looks around) Have a report from Smith, sir, as well. Him and our … allies … have eliminated their units as well.

SCP-XXXX-2-34: (grunts) A good night for it, then, I'd say. You seem not to be saying all you should, though, lad. Out with it.

(Pause. SCP-XXXX-2-35 looks around again.)

SCP-XXXX-2-35: We can't trust them, sir, I've said. I've told you. This Aleanbh and her men … they're followers of the flesh, just as this 'butcher king' is.

(SCP-XXXX-2-34 begins pulling the clogged viscera out of its hammer.)

SCP-XXXX-2-34: Smash the writhing meat before you go after the still one, lad. They'll have their turn. You'll see.

(SCP-XXXX-2-34 and SCP-XXXX-2-35 are reintegrated into SCP-XXXX. Sequence ends.)

<End Log>

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