Scp - 002
Object Class - Euclid
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Dr. Tyler Palma adjusted his glasses as the armored convoy rumbled through the winding roads of northern Portugal. The radio crackled, "Approaching the crater site. All units, prepare for containment." Tyler, a Level 3 researcher, was new to field operations, and the tension in the air was palpable.
Beside him, Agent Santos checked his sidearm. "Nervous, Doc?"
Tyler forced a smile. "Just eager to see what we're dealing with."
As they reached the crater, the team beheld the object: a grotesque, fleshy mass, partially encased in cracked stone. An iron hatch jutted from its side. Local villagers, corralled by security, whispered in fear.
General Mulhausen, stern and imposing, barked orders. "Secure the perimeter. No one gets close without my say-so."
Tyler watched as three villagers, chosen for initial testing, were led to the hatch. One by one, they vanished inside, the hatch sealing behind them with a wet, organic sound.
Santos muttered, "That's not right…"
Back at the temporary containment site, Tyler joined Mulhausen and the team for a closer inspection. The general's face was grim.
"Dr. Palma, you're up. Document everything," Mulhausen ordered.
Inside, Tyler's flashlight beam swept across the bizarre interior-a cramped apartment, disturbingly normal at first glance. But the furniture… he shuddered. A chair's armrest looked like a femur, the rug was a patchwork of woven hair.
He spoke into his recorder, "Interior composition: biological. DNA analysis required."
Suddenly, a security officer behind him gasped. "Sir, the lamp wasn't here before."
Mulhausen's eyes narrowed. "Count the furnishings. Anything new, report immediately."
As preparations for transport began, the object's influence became apparent. Four security personnel, their eyes glazed, walked toward the hatch. Tyler shouted, "Stop! Don't-"
Too late. They vanished inside. Panic erupted.
Mulhausen's face hardened. "HAZMAT suits for all staff. No exceptions. And terminate any local witnesses. We can't risk exposure."
Tyler recoiled at the order. "General, they're innocent!"
Mulhausen snapped, "Our mandate is containment, Doctor. Remember that."
The object, now designated SCP-002, was loaded onto a freight ship. Tyler, Santos, and Mulhausen monitored it during the voyage. The containment area was kept at negative pressure, and the object was connected to a power supply to keep it docile.
Tyler confided in Santos, "I think it's sentient. It wants us to come inside."
Santos nodded grimly. "I felt it too. Like a whisper in my mind."
Mulhausen overheard. "Stay focused. If anyone feels… compelled, report immediately."
One night, the ship's power flickered. Alarms blared. Tyler and Santos rushed to the containment area, where the emergency barrier was closing.
A voice echoed from inside the chamber-a security agent, mesmerized. "I get to go home…"
He stepped inside, vanishing. Tyler grabbed Santos's arm. "Don't let go. We have to get out."
They barely escaped as the barrier sealed. Tyler trembled. "It's not just dangerous. It's hungry."
Upon arrival at the Foundation site, Mulhausen was terminated for his handling of the incident. SCP-002 was placed under strict containment. Tyler and Santos underwent quarantine and psychological evaluation.
During debrief, Tyler spoke to his supervisor. "We need stricter protocols. It manipulates perception. No one should go near it alone."
The supervisor nodded. "Your recommendations will be implemented. You did well, Dr. Palma."
Months later, Tyler stood outside SCP-002's containment chamber, watching through reinforced glass. The object pulsed gently, its hatch sealed.
Santos joined him. "You ever wonder what it's thinking?"
Tyler shook his head. "No. And I never want to find out."
As they walked away, the lights in the chamber flickered. Inside, a new lamp appeared-a reminder that SCP-002 was always waiting for its next visitor.
Dialogue Excerpt:
Tyler: "General, we can't just send people in there. We don't know what it does to them."
Mulhausen: "Our job is to understand and contain, Doctor. If you can't handle that, step aside."
Santos (quietly): "Stay close, Doc. Don't let it get in your head."
Ending Note:
SCP-002 remains in containment, its true purpose and origin unknown. Dr. Tyler Palma continues his work, forever wary of the whispers that linger at the edge of perception, and the living room that waits, hungry, for someone new to furnish its halls