It’s Halloween night, A man collapses, bleeding
from the mouth. He’s alone in his apartment, watching a
horror movie marathon, and now he thinks he might be dead by dawn. But how? All he’d done was eat a microwaved mini
pizza and drink a soda he picked up from a nearby candy store - Was it poison? Why do his guts feel like they’re twisting
themselves into knots? As he falls to his knees, spluttering and
retching, clutching his agonized stomach, his organs lurch, and he vomits a red-tinged
mess onto the floor. He can’t believe what he’s seeing - Is
his puke… Full of broken glass!? Across town, some trauma surgeons at the local
hospital are having an extremely unpleasant evening - As a few patients with severe gastric
distress are rolled into the ER in need of urgent medical attention. Of course, adding a layer of surreality to
the whole event, the patients in question are in costume - as Beetlejuice and Elsa from
Frozen, respectively. Only on Halloween, the team thinks, somehow
in unison. They start taking emergency X-rays and are
astonished at what they see: Worms. But not standard intestinal worms - The kind
of nightmarish worms that would seem far more at home at the bottom of the deep ocean. The kind with big, sharp pincers full of painful
venom. The kind of worms you definitely wouldn’t
want to be on the business side of, let alone having swimming around in your guts. One of the doctors in attendance exhaustedly
remarks that this is even worse than the person they had in earlier that night - whose intestines
were inexplicably full of disgusting rotten berries. People seem to do bizarre and crazy things
on Halloween, he thinks to himself as the nurses draw the “cut here” lines on the
stomach of the screaming patients and the doctor readies his scalpel. But our story isn’t about any of these people
on Halloween night: It’s about a humble little ghost. “Happy Halloween – please take one!” The neighbor’s sign had been pretty explicit
about that. Hearing the blood-curdling screams filling
the room, frozen to the spot in terror and watching wide-eyed as a person convulses on
the ground, the Ghost wishes he’d heeded the warning. He’s too old for trick or treating, but
his parents insist he has to. After all, he can’t leave his little brother
to walk around the neighborhood on his own, even if it’ll still be light out. So, he begrudgingly throws an old bedsheet
over his head, cuts two holes in it, and viola, he’s a Ghost – and none of his friends
have to see him out trick or treating like a little kid. Every time they knock at one of the houses
on the street, he wishes this would just be over. Texts are flooding in from his friends, telling
him to hurry up and meet them so they can head over to the house party like they’d
planned to. The Ghost rolls his eyes every time his little
brother races off to another house with Jack O’Lantern out front, eager to fill his bag
with more and more candy. After each door closes, he tells his younger
sibling this is it; that they won’t be visiting any more houses after this, but before he
can herd him back towards their parents’ place, his brother is already speeding off
in the other direction. They arrive at one of the quieter houses on
the block. There are hardly any other trick-or-treaters
around, barely anyone else in costume. The Ghost urges his little brother to come
back home, insisting it doesn’t look like anyone’s here. The house isn’t even decorated; all the
lights are out… save for a candle flickering inside a carved pumpkin. Immediately, the Brother rushes over to knock
on the door. There’s no answer, just a silence that hangs
in the air and stretches out every second. He knocks again, but still, nobody answers,
no one to answer the door for the boy to ask “Trick or Treat?” to. The Ghost tries to urge his sibling to leave. The owners, whoever they are, seem to have
left a bucket of candy in front of their door, with a sign encouraging people to help themselves. Another text from his friends makes the Ghost
all the more eager to go. By now, he’s missing the party. His brother insists that he can’t take the
candy unless he gets to ask the owners “Trick or Treat?” Eventually, growing frustrated, the Ghost
has to drag his little brother away. Before he leaves, he looks over his shoulder
to see if anyone else is watching, before swiping the full, unattended candy bucket
and tipping its contents into the sheet of his ghost costume, deciding he might as well
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back out just as the evening turns into night. Crossing town as quickly as he can, he arrives
at the house party, greeted by his friends dressed as werewolves and vampires. He hadn’t realized everyone would still
be doing costumes, breathing a sigh of relief under his ghost sheet, only to wish he’d
put more effort into the costume. He dumps the stolen candy into a big communal
bowl, overflowing with sugary snacks, before Heading into the party. Returning his brother home, the Ghost races
back out just as the evening turns into night. Crossing town as quickly as he can, he arrives
at the house party, greeted by his friends dressed as werewolves and vampires. He hadn’t realized everyone would still
be doing costumes, breathing a sigh of relief under his ghost sheet, only to wish he’d
put more effort into the costume. He dumps the stolen candy into a big communal
bowl, overflowing with sugary snacks, before Heading into the party. It doesn’t take the Ghost long to realize
that the event isn’t all it's cracked up to be. Feeling too awkward to go up and talk to anyone,
he floats around, boredly sipping a drink from a plastic cup, like a literal ghost at
the feast. He’s started feeling guilty about being
a jerk to his brother, making him rush trick or treating so the Ghost could come to a lame
party. But just as he’s about to leave, somebody
screams. One of the party guests is holding a packet
of gummy bears in one hand, the same ones that the Ghost swiped earlier. His other hand is clutching his stomach in
pain, as something seems to be… moving. The Ghost blinks, certain it’s a trick of
the strobing lights at the party. He moves to get a better look, just in time
to see the guest collapse. People nearby start panicking, telling each
other to call an ambulance, worried that someone’s having a severe allergic reaction. Then something moves again. The limp body of the Party Guest starts thrashing
around, convulsing on the floor. It’s like there’s something inhuman, some
creature inside his stomach, moving around and trying to claw its way out. And then it does… and it roars. The Ghost stares in horror as what looks like
a small bear tears itself free, flecks of blood staining its bright green fur and dripping
from its paws. The screams erupting around it startle the
creature, and it lunges for the nearest person, baring its sharp teeth and clamping them down
in a vicious bite. The ones who are far away enough start running. The Ghost isn’t so lucky. The mint-green bear leaps off of its latest
victim and fixes its confused, murderous eyes onto the Ghost. He’s frozen in place by pure terror as the
little bear lunges for him, flecking the blood of its previous victim onto his formerly white
sheet. As the bear’s jaws close around his face,
his closing thoughts are of his younger sibling. He should have just stayed trick-or-treating
tonight. Out on the ocean, the blades of a matte black
stealth chopper slice through the air. The crew working aboard a freighter, hauling
goods across the water, only notice the helicopter as it swoops in low, descending from overhead. Before the Captain even has a chance to hail
the aircraft and request that those aboard identify themselves, it’s already coming
in for a landing. Figures in tactical gear, all brandishing
automatic weapons, spill out of the chopper as the Captain sounds the alarm. Crewmembers scatter, running for their lives
but with no way to escape the cargo vessel, surrounded by the roaring waves of the supply
route they’re sailing along. Everyone panics: they’ve been boarded…
but these armed figures aren’t pirates. They’re far too well equipped, they look
almost military – in fact, they’re outfitted in gear that seems closer to special forces. SCP Foundation Mobile Task Force operatives
storm the ship, splitting into smaller teams; one rushes after the boat’s crew, rounding
them up and herding them toward the bridge. The other squad sweeps the deck, weaving in
between the rows of towering shipping containers, searching the cargo for… something. Within minutes, the freighter’s crew are
helplessly kneeling on the floor of the bridge, hands placed on the backs of their heads in
compliance with the orders of these soldiers bearing a strange, unfamiliar insignia on
their uniforms. The group’s Commander instructs two of his
men to search for a cargo manifest, and in moments they’ve found the relevant document,
relaying the serial number of one of the containers to the squad on the ship’s deck. The Commander begins questioning the Captain
of the vessel and his crew, seemingly interested in the contents of this one container. Not one of them knows what’s inside; all
they know is it’s bound for the port they were heading to. What nobody notices, though, is the accidental
adjustment to the ship’s course caused by a turn of the main wheel during the commotion. The freighter is passing down a narrow waterway
that is part of the trade route… only now, instead of sailing straight, it’s
traveling at an angle. On the ship’s deck, the MTF operators locate
the shipping container they’ve been directed to. It’s locked, naturally, but the team has
come prepared. As the rest of the squad form up and cover
the crate, one of them rushes to the front, buzz saw in hand. Sparks fly as the spinning blade slices through
the various locks, keeping the long metal container shut tight. In seconds, the saw severs each one, and two
of the MTF soldiers stow their weapons, wrenching the container’s doors open while the others
keep their guns trained on what might be inside… The MTF quickly examines the contents of the
shipping container, noting the various cardboard boxes inside. One hears a command squawked through their
radio from the Commander, stating he needs visual confirmation that what they’re looking
for is, in fact, inside those boxes. The operator unsheathes their combat knife
and effortlessly slices through the tape holding the box shut, and sure enough, inside is… The arrival of the SCP Foundation on a cargo
freighter might, to some, indicate that some kind of anomalous creature is being transported
across the ocean. Or that the ship’s crew are perhaps smugglers,
stashing anomalies aboard their vessel’s cargo hold on behalf of a shady Group of Interest
like the Chaos Insurgency. The only thing that nobody would expect would
be for the Foundation to send its operatives to intercept a shipment of… candy. Packets upon packets of gelatine gummies and
pre-packaged berries are inside most of the boxes, with others full to the brim of cans
of soda in cellophane wrapping to keep them secure. The packaging has been purposely designed
to mimic popular brands; the operator almost had to squint to notice the logos for a company
named ‘Pure Foods.’ They held the items close to their bodycam,
highlighting that these weren’t products from the likes of Haribo or Coco-Cola, no
matter how much they looked to be. Confirming they’d found what they’d been
sent for, the Commander radios back to the Foundation, telling them to dispatch an extraction
unit to retrieve the intercepted shipment. Within minutes, the huge twin rotors of an
enormous VTOL craft are whipping the air around the freighter. Down on the ship’s deck, MTF operators attach
cables and chains to the shipping container, signaling the pilots above once it’s secure. The long metal crate is hauled up into the
air beneath the tiltrotor, met with words of protest from the captive crew members,
which are soon silenced as the Foundation operatives administer each of them with amnestics. The manifest is replaced with a falsified
one, with the relevant container’s number missing, its existence completely covered
up. Suddenly, the ship lurches beneath their feet,
the rumble of impact causing a deafening creak as hundreds of tons of metal collide with
something. The MTF troops scramble back to their feet,
weapons at the ready, expecting to see an anomalous threat has attacked the boat. Instead, from the ship’s bridge, the Commander
sees clearly what has happened. The freighter has been traveling at an angle
and is now wedged against the narrow banks of the canal. Barking a panicked order at his troops, the
Commander and the rest of the MTF make a hasty retreat, their chopper departing just as the
crew of the Evergiven awaken, finding themselves very confused and very stuck. The bafflement felt by the ship’s crew now
trapped in the Suez Canal would soon be shared by people across the world, as this single
vessel blocks a waterway crucial to the global supply chain. But luckily, despite the disruptions their
actions had caused, the Foundation had at least succeeded in securing a shipment of
SCP-5110 before it could reach the port. Sure, the raid by their Mobile Task Force
might’ve led to a ship becoming accidentally stuck in the Suez, but it was deemed an acceptable
outcome by the O5 Council. If those Pure Foods products had been distributed
to retailers, they would’ve become even harder to track down. SCP-5110 is the designation given to a collection
of packaged food products made under the branding of Pure Foods. So far, the Foundation’s efforts to track
down the owners of Pure Foods or any potential parent company that owns the brand have all
been dead leads. Cargo manifests for the various shipments
of their products never contain any actionable intelligence about the origin of Pure Foods’
items, with seemingly great lengths taken to remove any information about where the
products are even manufactured or sent from. The items themselves are hardly up to FDA
standards for safe human consumption, let alone the SCP Foundation’s. Upon being ingested, the various forms of
SCP-5110 are known to trigger adverse anomalous side effects on any person who happens to
ingest them. Insidiously, the SCP-5110 products seem to
have been intentionally designed to resemble familiar products sold by popular confectionary
brands, possibly in a malicious attempt by Pure Foods to trick unwitting consumers into
buying their anomalous products. However, while they are similar to existing
widely sold candies and soft drinks, SCP-5110 rarely reaches the shelves of larger supermarket
chains, instead often shipped to and sold at smaller convenience stores. This, at least, limits the number of civilians
that can accidentally consume them, although it does not prevent that possibility entirely. The four SCP-5110 products currently known
to the Foundation each cause a different anomalous effect on the consumer. The severity of the side effects of each Pure
Foods item can vary, with some being considerably less harmful, and others even being fatal
– an anomalous effect is guaranteed, though, to afflict someone consuming one of the products. The first of these is designated as SCP-5110-A,
a container of assorted berries with Pure Foods branding and the name ‘Pure Berries’
on the packaging. Once a person eats these, they will experience
the rapid manifestation of rotting berries growing within their digestive system. This might be highly unpleasant to experience
but can be treated and is considered preferable to the effects of other Pure Foods products. Case in point, SCP-5110-B is the designation
given to an item called Pure Soda, a seemingly innocuous can containing carbonated mineral
water. The Pure Foods branding is once again present,
but closely resembles the packaging used by established soft drink companies such as Pepsi
and Coca-Cola. However, far from being a refreshing sugar
and corn syrup-rich drink, SCP-5110-B has the unfortunate side effect of causing multiple
glass bottles to form within the digestive system of a person who has drunk Pure Soda. These glass bottles are each two hundred and
thirty-seven milliliters in capacity, less than the typical two hundred and fifty milliliters
of a glass Coca-Cola bottle. However, the volume of these bottles is usually
not a concern of anyone who finds them in their digestive system, especially as the
glass often shatters thanks to internal pressure, causing severe injury and the need for emergency
surgery in order to remove any fragments. Pure Worms, or SCP-5110-C, are one of the
varieties of Haribo-like candies created by Pure Foods. Contained within the packaging are colorful
gummy worms containing various different flavorings and sweeteners. Should a person ingest any of these candies,
then they will experience arguably the worst side effect of all Pure Foods products. Entering a person’s digestive system, SCP-5110-C
will trigger the manifestation of entities that resemble Eunice aphroditois, more commonly
known as Bobbit worms. Commonly found in coral reefs and in warmer
waters like the Atlantic Ocean, Bobbit worms are a form of bristle worm that burrow their
bodies under soft sand on the seabed, waiting to detect prey with their antennae. When they do, these aquatic ambush predators
will grab at passing fish with sharp bristles. While Bobbit worms rarely, if ever, attack
humans, their mandibles are not only sharp enough to cut a fish in half, but are also
venomous and could cause a person permanent nerve damage on contact. Having numerous entities similar to Bobbit
worms within a person’s digestive system is, understandably, a cause for panic. The potential risk of internal bleeding and
nerve damage from the sharp mouthparts aside, the burrowing nature of these worms can lead
to significant and potentially fatal bodily trauma. When extracted surgically from a person or
recovered posthumously, these Bobbit worm-like creatures appear to be dyed in bright colors,
resembling the SCP-5110-C Pure Worms candies. The fourth of the currently-known Pure Foods
products resembles other familiar and popular gummy candies: SCP-5110-D, or Pure Bears,
appear to be multi-flavored gummy bears. Upon initial ingestion of one of these, the
anomalous effects typically won’t be felt immediately, and can normally take anywhere
between a full day or several to manifest. Once this occurs, however, whoever consumed
the Pure Bears will have a juvenile Ursus arctos forming within their digestive system,
the species more commonly known as the Brown Bear. To reiterate, this isn’t a baby Brown Bear
or an embryo of one, but instead a fully formed juvenile bear. Upon removal from the subject, or should the
confined animal claw its way out, the bear’s fur will appear to be dyed with bright colors
that resemble the color of the gummy bear the person had consumed. Naturally, in accordance with their standard
experimentation procedure, the Foundation has been able to document the effects of the
various SCP-5110 products through extensive tests that utilize Class D personnel as test
subjects. No other members of Foundation personnel are
permitted to consume anything made by Pure Foods. Any of their anomalous products, including
those recovered from retail outlets and intercepted shipments, are to be stored in a secure containment
locker at a Foundation facility. Present on the back of all SCP-5110 products
are a series of statements from their manufacturer, Pure Foods. Besides their own branding, this is the only
consistent inclusion on their packaging. According to the company’s own messaging,
its mission statement is to deliver consumers with products that do not include additional
unhealthy ingredients, such as excess sugars, corn syrup, and other additives that are typically
added to either artificially alter a product’s taste or to make them more addictive for consumers. Pure Foods claims not to include fats or sugars
that can lead to potential health complications when eaten in excess. Instead, they claim to take the essence of
foods and encase them in gelatine. The nutritional information for a packet of
Pure Bears, or SCP-5110-D, is listed as follows: fifty-eight thousand calories, forty thousand
grams of total fat, sixteen grams of sodium, with zero carbohydrates, zero sugars, and
two hundred and sixty thousand grams of protein. The only ingredient listed is simply ‘Bear.’ Thank you again to War Thunder for sponsoring
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