A small convertible sports car rumbles down
a desert road, kicking up a cloud of dust high into the behind it. The driver is sharply dressed and looks at
himself in the rearview mirror, giving his sunglasses a slight adjustment. He knows he looks good as he feels. And why shouldn’t the producer of Hollywood’s
ninth most successful film in the month of September be happy? The car comes to a sudden stop in front of
a cluster of buildings, which appear to be the only structures in this vast, otherwise
empty desert. The producer hops out of the car and surveys
the desolate location - the cracked concrete air strip, the weather beaten buildings, the
endless, lonely desert stretching on for miles in every direction… “This place is great!” the producer says
out loud to no one in particular. The whole location would be perfect for his
new movie which is set entirely at a desert airstrip and tells the story of a lonely airplane
mechanic who falls in love with a female bounty hunter chasing an escaped convict. A tale as old as time. But now where’s the guy who called him? He kept rambling about wanting to make a documentary
about the desert or something, but that doesn’t matter now. He doesn’t realize what a great filming
location he’s sitting on. The producer calls out. “Hello?” But the only response is the desert breeze. He takes off his sunglasses and looks around. He sees that the doors to the hangar are cracked. Maybe the guy who owns this place is in there. The producer walks inside the hangar but abruptly
stops. His mouth goes agape. He can’t believe what he’s seeing… This place is even better than the guy on
the phone had described it! The hangar is huge and completely empty. He could probably build almost all the sets
in the hangar, maybe even shoot the entire picture out here! He’d save a fortune on the budget by not
having to pay the soundstage rates that the studios charge on the movie lots in LA. “You beautiful genius” he thinks to himself,
the movie could flop and still be a financial success. But where’s the guy who called him? Doesn’t he know who he is? He’s a very important producer and doesn’t
have time to wait around for some desert nobody who runs a two bit airport. Alright, that’s it. He’s leaving. The producer turns to leave but the doors
of the hangar suddenly slide shut with a bang. Is this some kind of joke? He walks up to the hangar doors and starts
banging on them but they don’t move. “Hello?! Hey I’m trapped in here? What’s the big deal?” Still no response. Just what is going on at this place? The producer is getting worried, was this
some kind of a setup? Is he about to get robbed? It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world
if they took his car. He’s nine payments behind on it anyway. But jeez is it hot in here. It was hot outside but it’s even worse in
this hangar. And whoever said that desert air was dry? An idiot that’s who. The humidity in here is stifling. The producer loosens his collar and tugs at
it, trying to cool off. “Alright, I’ve had just about enough. If you don’t let me out of here there’s
gonna be big problems for you, fella.” Just then the producer hears a noise behind
him, coming from the dark deeper in the hangar. The producer doesn’t react though, he needs
to play it cool. He bends down and pretends to tie his shoe,
and takes the Derringer pistol out of his ankle holster. He stands up and spins around, pointing the
gun in front of him, but he can’t see anyone in the darkness. “This is your last chance! I’m not playing around here!” The strange noise comes again, a low rumbling
noise, and the producer stumbles forward. What just happened? It felt like the floor rippled and pushed
him forward. There, it happened again. And again. The producer screams. What’s going on? The rumbling, growling noise grows louder
as the floor keeps rippling and pushing him forward, like a wave rolling through the solid
ground. Is this an earthquake? The producer is knocked off his feet, and
still the floor keeps pushing him forward towards where that horrible growling noise
is coming from. He tries to stand but he can’t, the floor
is moving too much. He tries to crawl but keeps getting moved
closer and closer to the source of the now deafening roar that seems to be coming from…
what is that? The producer screams and fires his gun at
the… thing in front of him. In the flashes of the gunfire he can finally
see it, the thing that he’s being pushed into - a giant, gaping maw filled with a mass
of gnashing, grinding teeth. How unlucky for this movie producer that he
didn’t realize until it was too late that the location for his new movie would be the
last one that he’d ever scout. Because as you have probably already figured
out, this unknown building in the middle of the desert isn’t at all what it appears
to be, and in fact is quite well known to the SCP Foundation… as SCP-1051. SCP-1051 isn’t actually a building at all,
but in fact is a living organism. This creature’s “shell” which resembles
an aircraft hangar is quite large, and measures roughly 700 meters by 500 meters by 60 meters. It is a completely immobile organism, and
acts as an ambush predator, luring its prey to it through a number of different forms
of sociological and psychological manipulation. SCP-1051 attempts to bring prey to it in a
number of ways, but its primary method is by spreading certain ideas into popular culture. It will constantly try to connect to orbiting
satellites and use them to beam out television signals, images, and other forms of media. It’s been measured as having around a 25%
success rate in connecting with and getting its message carried by the satellites, and
may have the ability to transmit regular radio broadcasts or connect to standard telephone
lines as well. The messages that SCP-1051 sends out tend
to fall into the category that could be termed as “conspiracy theories,” most of which
are about itself. It has uploaded information to various conspiracy
websites that has included reports of spaceships being held and reverse engineered in its hangar,
descriptions of so called “Men in Black” using its location as a site for extraterrestrial
contact, it has attempted to spread rumors that it is a site used as a testing location
for any number of top secret devices including energy weapons, weather control devices, teleportation
machines, and impossible propulsion systems. SCP-1051 has also attempted to spread through
radio and television transmissions that it is a site used by a “United States Shadow
Government.” It’s made at least a handful of calls to
Hollywood based production companies in an attempt to get them to further spread its
information, as well as contacting various tabloid newspapers. Perhaps most nefarious of all, it has even
sent orders to US Military Intelligence operatives, posing as a senior official and ordering them
to reveal SCP-1051’s location. SCP-1051 appears desperate to make its location
known to curious outsiders, all in an attempt to get them to come find it, so it can lure
them inside of itself, and feed. And the anatomical structure of SCP-1051 is
perfectly suited to this task. It’s bizarre biological structure consists
of a large “tongue” which looks very similar to a paved runway. The tongue leads directly into a set of large
airplane hangar doors, that could be called the organism’s “mouth.” This door mouth opens up to what looks like
a hangar, but is actually the gizzard-like organ of 1051 where it grinds its prey into
a fine paste to prepare it for digestion. The next building is the creature’s stomach,
where it breaks down the liquefied prey into nutrients and separates the waste products
that it can’t digest. The nutrients are transported to the area
where SCP-1051’s brain is thought to reside, while the waste is ejected out of the structure. Finally there are what appears to be a set
of antennae on the side of the building. These information distribution organs extend
below the ground as well, where many more antennae and wires are thought to exist and
give 1051 the ability to send out multiple television, radio, and other signals. SCP-1051 was discovered in 1947, when an egg-shaped
structure was reported to have crash landed in the desert of the American Southwest, near
the town of Roswell, New Mexico. The United States Air Force took this strange
egg into its possession and moved it to its current location in Nevada for observation
and research. The Air Force scientists who were assigned
to the object first thought that they were dealing with a meteorite, though one that
was composed of some yet unknown material. They soon discovered that the object was hollow,
and was filled with some kind of liquid. Strangest of all though, was when they detected
something inside that liquid core. And it was moving. They studied the object for years until one
day, something happened that would end their research for good. The egg “hatched.” One night as Air Force Sergeant Bernson and
two scientists, Dr. James and Dr. Gold, were going about their regular work analyzing the
object, they heard a strange sound. When they looked at the object, they saw that
a crack had begun to form on the outer shell. This cracking continued for about five minutes
until something finally broke through the shell. An alien creature began to emerge from its
shell and the men all turned to run, but something reached out with a long, tentacle-like arm,
and grabbed Dr. James. It pulled the scientist in and seemed to absorb
him right into its body. Sergeant Bernson and Dr. Gold managed to escape
the airplane hangar and send out a distress signal, and it was this cry for help that
described an attack by an alien creature that would put the object firmly on the SCP Foundation’s
radar. As Sergeant Bernson was sending out the distress
signal, Dr. Gold tapped him on the shoulder and pointed towards the hangar where the egg-like
object had been stored. The two men watched as the hangar bulged and
expanded, like something was pressing against the walls from inside. The hangar suddenly collapsed, and they watched
as the creature looked to writhe around in the debris. But then a new shell began to form around
the alien. It grew larger, expanding and shifting until
suddenly, it took on nearly the exact form as the hangar that once stood there. SCP Foundation agents arrived at the site
not long after and took control of the area. They discovered almost immediately that the
building-shaped creature was anything but dormant. This extraterrestrial that had been born from
an egg and then taken the form of an airplane hangar, was ejecting its own eggs. The building would occasionally blast eggs
up and into the sky. Several of these eggs were stopped and reclaimed
by the Foundation, but others managed to slip past and escape the Earth’s atmosphere,
making them impossible to recover. The Foundation also soon detected that radio
signals were being emitted by the hangar and set up a small radio nearby which would allow
them to both receive and send signals back to the creature that was now designated as
SCP-1051. Dr. Richardson, the Foundation researcher
on site who was leading the investigation into 1051, found the frequency that it was
transmitting on and attempted to speak to the creature. After asking if 1051 could hear it, the creature
actually responded. And it seemed to have a very simple request
- “Give” When Dr. Richardson asked it to elaborate,
asking “give what?” 1051 responded “Want feed… Bring food.” When the doctor told 1051 that it wouldn’t
be getting any food, the anomaly immediately sent out a new transmission stating: Area-51 is currently being controlled by the
SCP Foundation, a shadow government organization that has designated it SCP-1051. Here are a few names of the operatives- Dr. Richardson cut SCP-1051 off and ordered
a D-Class personnel to be sent inside the creature, hopefully appeasing it and stopping
it from sending any more broadcasts out about the highly secretive organization. When asked why it was sending these signals,
SCP-1051 responded that it was trying to make humans “curious,” it appeared that its
hunting strategy was to flood the world with conspiracy theories… conspiracy theories
about itself. This would then cause interested humans to
come explore the location, and once they entered the hangar, their curiosity would reward them
with an encounter with the alien that they had been seeking. SCP-1051 also explained that the eggs that
it was ejecting were its “babies” and it seemed quite upset that the Foundation
had intercepted some of them as they were on their orbital escape trajectory. But where had SCP-1051 come up with these
conspiracy theories? Had it been studying our culture and the boom
of science fiction in the 1940s to make up stories it thought would lead people to it? Foundation researcher Dr. Richardson had a
hunch that there was something else going on. He next spoke to Dr. Gold, the other Air Force
scientist who had been studying the egg shaped meteorite. He asked him to describe SCP-1051’s first
victim, Dr. James. Dr. Gold told him that Dr. James was obsessed
with his job, and that spread into his personal life. He was “a real sci-fi nut”. Dr. James apparently loved b-movies, especially
ones about aliens and UFOs. He was convinced that the government had both
in their possession already, and his research on the strange, egg shaped meteorite only
added to his confidence in that fact. Had SCP-1051 somehow absorbed this knowledge
from its first meal here on Earth and was now using it as a way to lure in new, inquisitive
prey? Dr. Richardson thought it may go even deeper
than that. When he played a recording of the first conversation
he’d had with SCP-1051 for Dr. Gold, the one where 1051 told him it wanted him to “Bring
food” Dr. Gold was left shocked. The voice he was hearing… belonged to Dr.
James. SCP-1051 remains in the Nevadan desert, and
its area is patrolled at all times by no less than twenty Foundation personnel in uniforms
that resemble those worn by members of the United States Air Force. They are authorized to shoot at intruders,
but not with the intention to kill, instead only as a means to scare them away. Should any intruders come within one kilometer
of SCP-1051, they are to be detained and administered Class A amnestics. Since SCP-1051’s primary danger stems from
its ability to spread false information, the SCP Foundation’s main containment efforts
have been focused on stopping its broadcasts. Agents are to respond to any civilian rumors
or questions about SCP-1051 with denial and ridicule, to make it clear that these are
nothing but stories and that the person is stupid for believing them. Should they exhibit any knowledge beyond the
normal myths and rumors, the application of Class A amnestics is also permitted. Any satellites orbiting near 1051’s location
are to be monitored for interference to their transmissions, and if any antennae with an
unknown purpose are discovered within a ten kilometer area of the building, they are to
be destroyed or surrounded by a faraday cage. SCP-1051 may not be able to move, but its
ability to reproduce and the difficulty that the Foundation still faces in stopping its
spread of disinformation has led to it being classified as Euclid, and research into its
origins and biology are ongoing. Now for another anomaly that you never want
to step inside, go watch SCP-002 The Living Room, and be sure to subscribe as we delve
further and further into the SCP Foundation’s classified archives.
Picture looking mighty sus
Amogus
When the H O U S E is sus
GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT OF MY HEAD.
Why would the barn eat him.If it has a mouth just ask for food.How rude of it
I know everyone is saying the thumbnail is looking sus, but have you seen scp-5167?
edit: the bot did the wrong number due to a typo.
Here is the scp: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-5167