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Log of Anomalous Items Page #67
Foreword: The SCP Foundation has discovered a substantial number of items which are simply too useless to merit further attention. This document lists those items which have prompted some curiosity. It may be used as a resource should knowledge of these items become useful or necessary in the future.
– Dr. █████ █████, Head of Research, Site ██
Item Description: An approximately five foot long blade which is decorated with and fused with the miniaturized bodies of approximately 666 female winged humanoids. Humanoid parts described as "Fleshy" on contact. Has four eyes and one center eye that observes all who pass by it. Object occasionally emits a high pitched noise when confronted with [REDACTED]. Use against [DATA EXPUNGED] tissue samples have proven promising. SCP classification pending once experiment is cleared for testing.
Date of Recovery: 10/31/17
Location of Recovery: MC&D Auction at Belfast, United Kingdom.
Current Status: On a pedestal in a standard weapon containment cell. Door is accessible only to authorized personnel with Level 2 clearance and above, and strictly for testing. Permission from at least one Level 3 Researcher is needed.
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Incident Report-106-Item AH
Date: 11/5/18
SCP Involved: SCP-106
Location: Item Lockup Cells #66
Description:
At approximately 8:08 PM SCP-106 Breached Containment after concluding a previously unseen "Meditative" behavior.
After "Phasing" through defending guards, resulting in seven fatalities, it was pursuing a lone janitor before coming across the Item Lockup Cells. It made it's way into the cells, and proceeded to break into the room containing Item AH. Instead of making the high pitched noise it typically made upon reaction with [REDACTED] the item instead made a low droning noise compared by personnel to a "Cat purring". Dr. Will commented that "The blade seemed...happy to see the Old Man for lack of a better term." SCP-106 was noted to cautiously approach the blade and allegedly caress it. At this point, "Old Folk Caretakers", an MTF experienced in containment of SCP-106 moved into the area with experimental UV light based weaponry. SCP-106 proceeded to [DATA EXPUNGED] showing previously unknown swordsmanship skill. Notably, the entire squad survived, and are expected to return to their normal sizes within the month.
SCP-106 then escaped into it's pocket dimension with Item AH. All known sites that formerly contained or had contact with SCP-106 are to be placed on high alert. Containment teams are currently being mobilized to locations where it will likely emerge next.
SCP-106's current whereabouts remain unknown.
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The hero drew in deep breathes, Angel Halo limply dragging behind him, slick with the blood of Her Angels as he crept into the woods, his smoking, burned body barely covered in charred scraps of rag. So focused on his war against Them, he had ignored how his overuse of the blade, his own powers, and so great was his rage that he didn't pay any attention as angel blood and soul splattered over him, fell into his mouth, even as it corroded him.
By the time Heinrich, slayer of the Eight realized what was happening to him, it was almost too late.
Even after he cut and stabbed and sliced his way out of Heaven in a panic, his body was corroding from the punishment it took during his war. Pain spread through his legs, and he could smell something sizzling.
He realized it was himself.
Limping through a forest, he couldn't help but feel that he left something absolutely vital behind in Heaven. He knew that it was important, that he absolutely could not let Her keep it, but he was in no state to fight, let alone help himself anymore. He supported himself on a tree, and he grimaced as the bark he touched sizzled and turned black with corrosion.
If this is what his damaged body was doing to the environment, he could only imagine the hell going on in his own body. He could hear a sludge like sizzling sound with every step he took, grimacing in pain all the while.
Then came the hunger. He needed food, that was it. But he had never felt such utter desire and need before for. Heinrich groped around, still in pain, his body smoking and charring from the corrosion.
Nuts. He found some nuts on the ground.
Reaching down, he paused in alarm at the sight of his now blackened flesh-
No, most of his flesh must have been burnt clean off. This was coal black skin stretched across a bony limb that shouldn't have been able to move.
But the Hunger came back seconds later, and with it the desire. He scooped them in his mouth, bit down and hard and swallowed-
No, it wasn't enough he needed more he needed flesh-
A pond. With expert skill he jumped in, moaning in relief as the sizzling stopped for just a moment. He was still hungry, so fucking hungry-
He felt something slippery and wriggling in his hands, then a crunch, and then everything was beautiful and warm inside-
The Hunger was still there. Another slippery thing, another crunch, and more relief. The pain from the Holy Erosion was stopping, at least for now.
But he understood. If he wanted relief, he needed to eat Flesh. Flesh was the cure. Maybe he could stop the breakdown of his body, at least for a while. But there was something still missing. He needed another form of Flesh, something bigger-
Rustling. Voices. Humans.
One of his eyes widened for a brief moment. No, he couldn't this wasn't what heroes hungry did stop hunger I can't Hungry Hunger Hunger Hunger
Three of them walked behind the tree to the pond
"Are you okay-Oh Heavens above-"
"Someone help him he's covered in black burns-is-that slime?"
"Did he just leap-Oh Hell he's on me he's on me-"
Screams echoed from the area, then silence, then crunching and tearing and squishing
Their faces, their shapes didn't matter anymore. Just the sweet, delicious red things going down his throat.
This was not the last time this would happen.