SCP-5890 - Fall of '84

ACCESSING FILE — SCP-5890…

RETINAL SCAN IN PROGRESS…

IDENTITY CONFIRMED. WELCOME, DOCTOR MACCARTHY JUNIOR.

Item#: 5890

Level3

Containment Class:

keter

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

keneq

Risk Class:

danger

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SCP-5890 as seen prior to the fall of 1984.

Special Containment Procedures

The knowledge of the 1984-FALL Incident is to be limited to Foundation personnel of Clearance Level 3 or higher — all other individuals, including the entirety of the population of the Eastern regions of Poland, are to be administered amnestics.

SCP-5890 has been permanently quarantined and cut off from all non-Foundation knowledge databases. No entry is currently allowed. All Foundation personnel seen emerging from SCP-5890 are to be terminated on sight.

Any exploration team sent into SCP-5890 is to account for its members every 3 minutes. Should a number not corresponding to the previous one be accounted for, the team is to immediately leave and undergo a quarantine procedure. Further details are available to Level 4 Clearance personnel.

All SCP-5890-1 entities are to be tracked down and eliminated, with the base of this operation being Site-120. Their containment is currently forbidden.

Białystok, Poland.

Description

SCP-5890 is a spatial anomaly disguised as the Białystok Nuclear Power Plant located within Białystok, Poland. Local reality within the building is dimensionally and temporarily unstable to a high degree, frequently fluctuating between numerous alternative states of matter, dimensional locations, and timeframes, with no part of it being properly anchored within baseline reality. Within the building, multiple non-euclidean spaces can be found, with their properties, dimensions, and locations changing on a usual basis. Although no apparent pattern of these irregularities has been noted, they appear to be reliant on the individuals currently present in the building, creating such spaces seemingly out of distorted memories of these individuals.

SCP-5890-1 is a designation given to an unknown amount of humanoid entities. The exact nature and appearance of such is not truly known due to the nature of their origin point, SCP-5890, though live reports of witnesses of the 1984-FALL Incident indicate that the humanoids:

possess shapeshifting abilities,
lack higher intelligence,
do not possess an understanding of human grammar or speech patterns,
are unable to properly analyze their surroundings.

System Notice — the following file is incomplete and contains incomplete information. The remainder of the description and said information is Level 4/5890 Classified.

> access description-full

ERROR — INSUFFICIENT CLEARANCE

Discovery

Foundation involvement with SCP-5890 began on 13/06/1984 following the discovery of plans of unknown thaumaturgic actions within the Nuclear Power Plant of Białystok created by PoI-5936 ("Damien Nowak"), an alleged leader of a cult practicing thaumaturgy, The Children within Częstochowa's Local Authorities' Files.

Further research regarding PoI-5936 conducted by Foundation personnel embedded within Częstochowa's local authorities revealed that numerous papers and documents documenting Nowak's previous actions were created by local authorities. The latest one is attached below.

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It has come to my attention, more and more, the extent to which the abnormal and the ununderstood surround our world. At the rate of discovery my Bureau currently holds of new artifacts and phenomena, in merely two decades time, it seems like without a larger organization to take the anomalous into its custody, we would need to permanently break the Veil of Secrecy holding our association of nations together. Obviously, I, as most likely anyone higher within the ranks of our organization, know about GRU-P — but I surely am not the only one who thinks that it is just too little for how giant the world of the ununderstood is.

During our latest studies, we have discovered one of the probably most worrying discoveries so far - calculations and context clues I am one hundred percent sure are indeed true lead me to believe that religion and all sorts of spiritual activities are not merely actions of fools lying to themselves about the nature of existence. In fact, they are far from it — we have been able to discover that rituals can literally affect the world at large, with instant fears of the State's enemies using such for our demise being expressed by my higher-ups.

Upon calming all of my co-workers down that no such evidence exists, we have realized that with this utterly terrifying discovery, our biggest opportunity so far arises — channeled and controlled rituals. Of course, one could argue it's against our code of ethics, but here, I ask — did that stop us before? Did that stop us in the summer of 1970? Did it stop us during the winters of 1947? The answer should be pretty obvious to those even remotely possessing the knowledge of the State's history. It will not. Thus, I would like to propose a deal of sorts to be arranged.

Damien Nowak, the infamous at this point enemy of the State and an enemy of the people, has been a burden for a long time now to all of us, regardless of our positions and rankings. However, I do believe that the same could be said in reverse. Our searches for him have not been making his life the most peaceful either. With this in mind, we could, theoretically speaking, use Mr. Nowak for our cause — simply offering mere forgetfulness of his previous deeds, with his side of the deal being teaching us and our Students the art of thaumaturgy and applied rituals.

This, of course, should not be treated as my official statement on the matter (should, obviously, the project ever come to see the light of day, all engagement is to be immediately forwarded to the anti-Party regions of the Church), and is as naive as it may sound, I would like all of you, kind gentlemen, to consider my words.

— Włodzimierz Jurczak, ZM "Witch Slayer" Division, Director

Following this discovery being made, and the additional connections between Nowak and multiple other anomalous activities within the region being established, stopping said person's planned actions within LoI-5890 has been deemed the utmost priority for Site-120's personnel. In order to properly contradict PoI-5936's plans, Foundation agents have been embedded within LoI-5890 in order to alert proper staff when the aforementioned event would inevitably take place for Site-120's Thaumaturgic Division to properly intervene.

In order however to potentially postpone or permanently stop the event from happening, Dr. Asheworth alongside Dr. MacCarthy Jr. were tasked with interviewing one of the members of LoI-5890's administrative structures, who was captured prior to the interview taking place.

When the involvement of Nowak was confirmed by said interview, specialistic equipment detecting any thaumaturgic activity within the region was deployed at LoI-5890. Three days later minor thaumaturgic distortions, increasing in size on an hourly basis have been detected within the location.

Within the next hours, Dr. Asheworth's account was logged attempting to access multiple files potentially regarding Nowak without proper clearance, for which he was adequately reprimanded. Although this incident did not repeat again, he expressed high interest in being a part of any further actions involving PoI-5936. Due to his prior effectiveness in actions involving thaumaturgic backgrounds, such a request was granted.

1984-FALL Incident

Upon the realization that Nowak's ritualistic plans were in the process of being implemented, the Foundation deployed Mobile Task Force Omega-10 ("The Watchmen") alongside the two project leads of SCP-5890, Dr. Asheworth and Dr. MacCarthy Jr. The following files are recordings retrieved from Dr. Asheworth's camera.

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Date: 03/08/1984

Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Omega-10, Dr. Asheworth, Dr. MacCarthy Jr.

Subject: SCP-5890

Team Lead: Dr. Asheworth

Team Members: Dr. MacCarthy Jr., Om-10-1, Om-10-2, Om-10-3

Foreword: Due to Dr. Asheworth exhibiting signs of level 2 spatial and thaumaturgical resistance, he has been elected as the team's captain. The following exploration has been conducted during the start of SCP-5890's anomalous condition — all of such disruptions were, at that time, minor.

[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. Asheworth: And… this should be on. Everyone, check your equipment.

Om-10-1: Check.

Om-10-2: Check.

Om-10-3: Check.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: Check makes four.

Dr. Asheworth: Great. As I said, when we enter that hall, minor spatial disruptions will occur. I hope I don't need to say that, but do not follow any voices, feelings, or anything else that isn't my command. Understood?

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: Yes.

Om-10-1: Yeah.

Om-10-3: Yes.

Om-10-2: Yes.

Dr. Asheworth: Great. Let's begin then.

The exploration team enters SCP-5890's underground parking. Within it, no vehicles are present. After a scan of the area reveals a lack of lifeforms, the team head to the staircase.

Om-10-1: Closed. Will be attempting forced entry.

After a minute of trying, the team's attempts to force open the door have met with failure, and they cannot access the staircase.

Om-10-1: Won't do.

Dr. Asheworth proceeds to make his way to the doors and puts his hand at them for 30 seconds.

Dr. Asheworth: And it never will. It's thaumaturgically sealed. We will have to take the elevator.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: No way around it? I would very much not want to be stuck in one in a soon-to-come spatial anomaly. Being stuck in one room is—

Dr. Asheworth: No. I'm not happy with the fact it will slow us down either.

The team enters the elevator located next to the staircase.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I'd say we should go up first.

Dr. Asheworth: Agree. I want to see if we can find anyone up there. If there were no cars down here, I'd be inclined to say there is no one, but I'm not sure. If that's the case, then they are up to something. No one leaves a building like this for no reason…

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: …unless something will happen.

Dr. Asheworth: Exactly. That bastard is up to something.

The elevator rides up. When it opens, it reveals an office space, largely occupied by cubicles.

The team makes their way forward, each of the members splitting up into different parts of the room.

Om-10-2: This part's empty. All hardware is gone.

Om-10-1: Same here.

Om-10-3: All's empty.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: Note the total lack of documents. They evacuated everything. Not a single piece of paper was left. That… that's unsettling.

Om-10-1: Jesus Christ. Every single thing, gone.

Dr. Asheworth: We might already be too late. I'll check something.

Using Foundation equipment, Dr. Asheworth proceeds to scan the local area.

Dr. Asheworth: Nothing. I… I feel like I'm getting déjà vu. Nothing here, at least. we'll need to explore the basement. If no one's here, that rat must be hiding in there somewhere.

Dr. Asheworth looks around the open room

Dr. Asheworth: Every moment we'll waste here is one more moment for Nowak to freely roam this building. Let's go.

Om-10-1 gets up from his resting point and proceeds to make his way to the elevator.

Om-10-2: Let's go.

Om-10-1 calls the elevator. Three seconds later, the door opens.

He enters the room.

Om-10-2 gets up from his resting point and proceeds to make his way to the elevator.

Om-10-3: Let's go.

Om-10-2 calls the elevator. Three seconds later, the door opens.

He enters the room.

Om-10-3 gets up from his resting point and proceeds to make his way to the elevator.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: Let's go.

Om-10-3 calls the elevator. Three seconds later, the door opens.

He enters the room.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr. gets up from his resting point and proceeds to make his way to the elevator.

Dr. Asheworth: Let's— stop. Don't move. All of you. Stay right where you are.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: What's going on?!

Dr. Asheworth: Temporal Ourobo— it's a time loop. Don't move.

Om-10-1: And wh—

Dr. Asheworth: Don't. Three…

ten seconds pass

Dr. Asheworth: Two…

ten seconds pass

Dr. Asheworth: One…

ten seconds pass

Dr. Asheworth: Now. We're free.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: What the hell was that? W-why couldn't we move?

Dr. Asheworth: A self-contained temporal paradox. We- well, we were stuck in a sub-dimension where time was looped.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: Jesus Christ. Can we… somehow avoid that, in the future? I… closed spaces is a bad thing on its own, but looped time?

Dr. Asheworth: Theoretically, yes. But it will only get weirder with time here. Our perception will be fucked with.

Om-10-4: Understood. The less time we are here, the less chance there is we'll catch the big ones. Let's get this over with as quickly as we can.

Dr. Asheworth: Let's go.

The team makes its way to the elevator. They enter it and block the down button.

Dr. Asheworth: When we get out, don't separate. I know it might sound weird, but trust me, you don't want to be stuck in a non-dimension.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I definitely do not.

Om-10-1: Roger.

Om-10-2: Understood.

Om-10-4: Makes sense.

After two minutes, the elevator opens, revealing an open office space. The room is filled with cubicles.

Dr. Asheworth: Oh, no, no. No, no no.

He rushes to the window and opens the curtains.

Dr. Asheworth: No, no, no!

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: What's going on?!

MacCarthy Jr. joins him. Upon looking out of the window, total darkness outside is revealed, with no characteristic landscape being recognizable. The camera feed starts to distort, with most of the recording failing to connect.

At the center of the nonexistent sky, the Moon can be seen. It frequently fluctuates between different locations and looks.

Dr. Asheworth: We're fucked.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: Oh no, no no no no.

The recording cuts as the connection is lost.

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Date: 05/08/1984

Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Omega-10, Dr. Asheworth, Dr. MacCarthy Jr.

Subject: SCP-5890

Team Lead: Dr. Asheworth

Team Members: Dr. MacCarthy Jr., Om-10-1, Om-10-2, Om-10-3, Om-10-4

Foreword: For two days, no connection was acquired with the team located inside SCP-5890. During that time, SCP-5890 began to heavily distort itself, with it totally disappearing from Foundation radars for 30 seconds only to return later, with its building materials being misplaced and replaced upon re-entry into reality.

[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. Asheworth: …mmand, do you inaudible? Command, do you copy? This is Daniel Asheworth, identification key delta, one, two, seven, alpha, reporting from SCP-5890. We lost contact with inaudible! I repeat, this is Daniel Asheworth, SCP-5890, contact lost! inaudible continues for the next 20 seconds.

The camera is seemingly picked up from a floor by Dr. Asheworth, revealing a dark corridor. Although the background is partially distorted, with it changing on an almost secondly basis, reality around him seems to be stabilized.

Dr. Asheworth: MacCarthy. is inaudible, but I managed to get him into a stable state.

The angle changes, revealing a man sitting on the floor. His arm is bandaged with a basic shirt, stopping the wound from bleeding.

Dr. Asheworth: I have no idea what happened. Dash-four attacked him with a pocket knife. The others quickly tackled him, but he got him pretty badly.

He changes his camera, revealing two men standing near the other end of the corridor. At the end of it, a fluctuating red light can be seen.

Dr. Asheworth: We've been stuck on the middle floor between the reactor and the offices for three— no, four hours now. I honestly don't—

Om-10-2: It's been at least six.

Dr. Asheworth: Oh Jesus inaudible. No, no, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck. Temporal perception-based distortion.

Om-10-5: What?

Dr. Asheworth: It means we're fucked beyond belief. We're— to put it simply, each of us perceives reality differently now. We need to get out of here, now. Carthy, are you able to walk?

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: Y… y-es, yes.

Dr. Asheworth: Is everything fine? You're strangely silent for once.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I'm… yes, I'm f-fine.

Dr. Asheworth: I—

Om-10-3: Doc? What's this?

Dr. Asheworth: What?

The camera pans away as the red light at the end of the corridor starts spreading in the room. The team quickly runs away, with the camera feed getting distorted near the end of the room.

Connection is lost for 30 seconds.

Upon the connection being re-established, the team emerges into a living room of a house with an open balcony door, revealing a forest-like background around the establishment. Near their left, a door filled with a buzzing, dark light is located. From it, multiple machinery-like sounds can be heard.

Dr. Asheworth: Oh no. No, no, no-

He attempts to enter the hallway located on his left, only to be stuck in place in the middle of the room. He tries to look away from the balcony, but ultimately fails to do so. From the forest, a dog's barking can be heard, alongside an inaudible woman like voice.

Dr. Asheworth: P-please… n-no…

From the outside, a blurred shape emerges, bearing the resemblance to a dog.

Dr. Asheworth: I— No… stop!

The voice gets closer, with words being more and more audible. Though they can't be properly decoded, the word "Daniel" is repeated over and over.

Dr. Asheworth: Stop!

Through the room, a wind-like force sweeps, destroying most of the glass elements. The blurred shape stops in place.

Dr. Asheworth: I'm… I'm sorry. I tried my best. I'm so sorry. I… he starts to cry.

Dr. Asheworth moves his hand in a circle-like manner. In one of the walls, a hole is created, revealing the outside of the power plant. He falls down into the ground. Upon getting up, he puts his hands on his head. From his nose, a line of blood can be seen.

Dr. Asheworth: looking at the rest of the team: Go!

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: But—

Dr. Asheworth: I said, GO!

The team enters the hole.

Dr. Asheworth: Dealing with him is only my responsibility.

The reality distortions get heavier as Asheworth enters the corridor on the left. From it, multiple unidentified voices can be heard.

[END LOG]

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Date: Time of exploration could not be determined due to local reality being unstable and camera distortions

Exploration Team: None

Subject: SCP-5890

Team Lead: Dr. Asheworth

Team Members: None

Foreword: The truthfulness of the following video is still pending approval from the O4 Council. Due to numerous camera distortions and contradictory evidence, it is currently unknown if the material provided within such is true.

[BEGIN LOG]

The room within which the camera is turned on is dimly lit. The object is placed on a balcony located above such.

Dr. Asheworth: very quietly: I… I got you.

The camera zooms into the space located underneath the balcony, revealing the reaction core of the power plant, on which multiple thaumaturgic symbols suggesting the words "to gain power (from)" are located. Around it, red, flicking lights can be seen.

Asheworth moves closer to the edge of the space, which severely greatens the camera distortions..

Dr. Asheworth: I fucking got you.

A zoom shows an individual located near the damaged reactor. They are hooded, and near them, numerous papers, thaumaturgic circles, and unidentified items can be seen.

The individual vocalizes to an unseen crowd, which doesn't respond. The camera operator conducts an audio focus.

???: …and to you, my children, my army, I say — this shall not be our darkest day! Today shall only make us stronger. Never have we been this powerful—

A visual focus reveals numerous unidentified humanoid-like creatures. They do not move.

???: Hunt the locals. Gather their information. Explore their memories. That's all I require of you. With our job here done, we will no longer need to hide. No; your abilities and new inaudible will help us truly mask within this society. When we will need to strike however, we will strike like thunder! No army will be able to stop us! We are the perfect deceivers, the perfect inaudible!

The camera zooms further. Just when it is supposed to show the face of the individual, the camera is violently disrupted and it changes its angle to show the inside of the balustrade Dr. Asheworth is standing on. Behind him, Om-10-4 is standing.

Dr. Asheworth: What the—

Om-10-4 attacks Asheworth, trying to penetrate his arm with a pocket knife. Asheworth fires a gun, successfully hurting the man. Where blood would be however, a total lack of any liquid can be found. Around the wound, the skin turns into a gray scales.

Dr. Asheworth: What the fuck?

Omega-10-4 hisses, revealing a lack of a human tongue.

The other creatures hiss, noticing the sound made by the shot. They all start to climb up the walls to get to the balcony.

???: Get him!

The hooded figure whispers a silent sentence. Within one of the walls, a portal appears. The man enters through it, leaving the location.

Dr. Asheworth: You motherfucker, get back here!

Asheworth tries to rush down the balcony, attempting to make his way into the portal, but fails upon being tackled by approximately 10 of the creatures.

One of the humanoids tackles him to the ground.

Dr. Asheworth: You… piece… of shit!

The camera distorts. When the connection is reestablished, a ring of fire is seen around him and numerous runes burning bright on his gloves, with most creatures standing still, visibly angry at Asheworth near its perimeter.

Asheworth continues running down the room. The camera distorts again. When connection is reestablished, he is holding a spear created of what looks like materials which local pipes are made from.

Dr. Asheworth: Not now! Get… here!

Just as he is about to tackle the person he is after, an indivisible force stops him mid-air. It then throws him at the wall opposite of the portal.

???: It seems you have failed again. Goodbye, Asheworth.

The man enters through the portal.

Dr. Asheworth: Not… now—

The recording cuts.

On 08/08/1984, Daniel Asheworth was seen emerging from SCP-5890. Two hours later, he was administered health-boosting drugs and taken into Site-120's custody.

The next day, the following interview has been conducted.

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Date: 09/08/1984

Interviewed: Dr. Asheworth

Interviewer: Dr. MacCarthy Jr.

Foreword: The interview was conducted following Dr. Asheworth's mental and physical health being stabilized.

[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: So, what the hell happened there? Who even was that?

Dr. Asheworth: Nowak. The piece of shit responsible for 5936.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: As I understand from the recordings, you know him, don't you?

Silence.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: Look, I can't help you if you don't help me. This just doesn't work like that, goddamnit.

Dr. Asheworth: I was this close.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: What?

Dr. Asheworth: I was this close to catching him. After all these years…

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: We'll get him. Sooner or later.

Dr. Asheworth: You won't. That's the problem.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: Why?

Dr. Asheworth: He always… finds a way. No matter how impossible the odds may seem, he always somehow gets alive and well.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: We will find a way.

Dr. Asheworth: That's what you always say.

Silence.

Dr. Asheworth: So, what now?

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: As in?

Dr. Asheworth: As in, what happens to all of the people working at that power plant. They're not gonna just let them back in. It's a cesspool of shapeshifters and a temporal crossroad between mentally shared memory-alike dimensions, it's— sorry. I… I get official when I'm nervous.

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I… I— coughs I kn-ow. coughs

Silence

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: Honestly? They will probably just amnesticize everyone and make a story up about… radioactive waste or something. It always works out.

Dr. Asheworth: But… you can't… just do that! Amnestics will throw off the perception of local people for years, if not decades to come! How many people are alive here? Twenty thousand? Forty? That might spread the information about potential anomalous activity within the region if authorities get involved—

Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I know. But that won't change anything. sighs It never does.

Silence

Dr. Asheworth: How about the others? Are they at least safe?

Dr. MacCarthy Jr: Dash two and three made it out with me. Dash one though… the red light consumed him. We never saw him again. But… at least we are safe.

Dr. Asheworth: That's… all that matters…

[END LOG]

Closing statement: Dr. MacCarthy Jr. disappeared the next day. Although a search for him is currently in the workings, no anomalous activity was noted around him within the past week.

The search for PoI-5936 is still ongoing.

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