Item#: 9691
Level3
Containment Class:
euclid
Secondary Class:
none
Disruption Class:
vlam
Risk Class:
notice
Special Containment Procedures:
An image of SCP-9691-B.
A chain link fence 2.5 meters in height has been erected around SCP-9691. Security monitoring equipment, including thermal cameras and air-radar systems, have been installed in Subsite 38A. Instances of SCP-9691-B, and all related equipment, are to be taken to Subsite 38A for debriefing.
Given the inherently dated nature of the anomaly, civilian witnesses of SCP-9691-A and SCP-9691-B are to be administered Class A amnestics and released.
A historian familiar with period-appropriate attire, mannerisms, and conversation is required on-site at all times. A minimum supply of 10 Camel brand cigarette cartons and 15 individual Wink! magazines are to be maintained at all times, and shall be provided to SCP-9691-B instances upon request.
Subsite 38A is to be designated as and maintained under the guise of a historical site. Official records have been altered to indicate that the outpost was used for radio communications. All equipment and uniforms must remain period-appropriate, however, personalization of uniforms is permitted within acceptable limits and with verification for historical accuracy.
SCP-9691-B is to be informed that it has landed in US occupied France, and that it is to wait for a debrief in Subsite 38A. It is to be provided with a single carton of Camel brand cigarettes, and a single Wink! magazine.
Containment personnel are to be trained in period-appropriate slang and conversational style, in the event they are approached by SCP-9691-B. Containment staff are advised to be polite and friendly to instances of SCP-9691-B, but to avoid revealing the true nature of the Subsite and the Foundation’s purpose. Instances of SCP-9691-B are not permitted to leave Subsite 38A, though to date, no attempts to exit have been made.
All items are to be incinerated after the SCP-9691-B instance expires, and SCP-9691-C and SCP-9691-D have been inspected for irregularities.
Description:
SCP-9691 is an approximately 238 acre area in the Paimpont region of France, roughly located between SCPNAV coordinates 5426.1 and 49.852.7.
At a random interval ranging from hours to years, an instance of SCP-9691-A will appear within an estimated 40 nautical miles of SCP-9691, and approach the site at a speed of 170 knots, bearing 208°. It will release a single instance of SCP-9691-B, turn to bearing 338°, and continue on for an additional 30 nautical miles (~4 minutes). SCP-9691-A will then disappear, vanishing from radar and optical detection at an estimated altitude of 1,394 meters.
SCP-9691-A is a Douglas C-47 Skytrain, tail number ████████, unit designation WX, with an elaborately painted moniker reading “Conjure Wife” on its nose. Despite bearing USAAF markings, the specified tail number does not exist in official records, nor does the unit designation and callsign. All attempts to contact the aircraft and its crew have thus far proven unsuccessful. Additionally, attempts to disable or destroy the aircraft have resulted in the aircraft immediately turning northwest and leaving the area; thereby preventing the deployment of SCP-9691-B. Given the potential for radioactive materials to be present within SCP-9691-A, damaging or destroying SCP-9691-A instances is strictly forbidden.
SCP-9691-B is a US Army Grade 4 Specialist named William Shoemaker, serial number 18282082 T42 0. SCP-9691-B is an American, and is from Albuquerque New Mexico. No enlisted soldier with this serial number exists in US Army records. However, New Mexico state birth records exist for a William Shoemaker born to Wilma and Jameson Shoemaker on September ██, 1922. Death records indicate that all three family members perished in a house fire on December 2nd, 1925.
SCP-9691-B carries standard US Army equipment for Specialist paratroopers, all of which (with the exception of SCP-9691-C and SCP-9691-D) is considered part of SCP-9691-B. One (1) M2A2 gas mask, two (2) US army dogtags on one (1) metal necklace, a pair (2) reinforced size 12 jump boots, one (1) M1911A1 service pistol, one (1) size 8 gold wedding band, and two (2) sealed and postmarked envelopes containing SCP-9691-C and SCP-9691-D. Samples of all equipment, SCP-9691-C, and SCP-9691-D have been sent to Site-3281 for materials analysis.
SCP-9691-B displays symptoms of acute radiation poisoning, despite not containing any radioactive materials nor being radioactive itself. Instances of SCP-9691-B will typically succumb to radiation sickness within 1-5 hours.
SCP-9691-C is a letter, printed on an official size paper embossed with the Seal of the Office of the United States President. It is addressed to the National Assembly at Palais Bourbon, 126 rue de l'Université, 75007 Paris.
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Esteemed Colleagues of the National Assembly,
I write to you today with the heaviest of hearts. It is my burden to inform you that, within the near to immediate future, the countries of Italy, Germany, and the Japanese Empire will become a threat to the balance of our nations. Prepare your armies for invasion, fortify your cities, and prepare for an assault of the greatest magnitude.
It besmirches me to inform you that we cannot provide you with exact details, as we are unsure of how this action will affect the course of events. Nevertheless, we hope that this letter will aid in saving the lives of many, even if we cannot directly change the outcome.
I realize there may be many among you who will choose to disregard this warning, for want of proof. To them I say, look upon the Presidential Seal embossed on this letter. The United States Government can verify its authenticity. This letter is, indeed, from the year 1943. This is no trick, simply the genius of American invention, and the hard work of the Office of Strategic Services.
The specter of fascism must be prevented from trampling upon the free world. It is imperative that the French people are adequately warned of the impending invasion and given free passage to the United States or United Kingdom. Send us your scientists, send us your engineers, send us your soldiers and your weapons and your ammunition. Stockpiles must be enacted in the United Kingdom in order to supply the growing war effort.
To that end, please forward a copy of this message to the Embassy of the United States at once.
My countrymen - my kin - our suffering through the Depression will end very soon, I promise you this. You, our brave patriots, will be the frontline of this effort. A wartime footing is to be assumed immediately, and state seizure of production methods must begin shortly thereafter. We must wake the war machine of American industry, we must stoke the forges of freedom once more, and we must be victorious.
These words come directly from the Office of the President. Heed them with great care.
Godspeed,
Franklin D. Roosevelt
32nd President of the United States
Foundation contacts within the White House confirm that such a letter was never authored by Mr. Roosevelt, but that the Presidential Seal and penned signature is indeed authentic.
SCP-9691-D is a letter, printed on a 1943 official size paper with no additional identifying markings. It is addressed to “Mark Pencil" of the US Post Office at 307 Canon Avenue, Manitou Springs, Colorado 80829.
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Mark,
The sun rises West, over the Rockies.
Proceed with haste.
No employee named “Mark Pencil” exists in US Postal Service employment records. Attempts to locate Mark Pencil or any relatives have been unsuccessful.
SCP-9691-B was interviewed by Dr. ███ Angstrom, PhD in Psychology with a Masters in 20th Century History. Dr. ███ Angstrom has been reassigned, but is available for follow-up interview requests at tni.tenpcs|mortsgna.2812431#tni.tenpcs|mortsgna.2812431. A transcript of the recordings is available below. Additional attempts to glean information about SCP-9691-A have proven unsuccessful.
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Dr. Angstrom: Good morning, SCP-9691-B. My name is Dr. ███ Angstrom of the US Army, 101st Airborne. How are you feeling this morning?
SCP-9691-B: What in the hell did you call me?
Dr. Angstrom: My apologies. Please, tell me your name.
SCP-9691-B: I’m William Shoemaker, Specialist with the United States Army, serial number 18282082.
Dr. Angstrom: Thank you. Please, have a moment to look at my credentials.
SCP-9691-B: Fine. Where are we? I thought we were in France, but you’re an American. What’s going on?
Dr. Angstrom: You are not mistaken, we are indeed in the French countryside. You’ve landed in a forest just outside Paimpont, France. Was this your intended destination?
SCP-9691-B: Yes, absolutely. My orders were to drop into France and deliver these letters.
Dr. Angstrom: Letters?
SCP-9691-B PROVIDES SCP-9691-C and SCP-9691-D
Dr. Angstrom: Thank you. I will have my staff…deliver…these at once. Could you please tell me more about your mission?
SCP-9691-B: Well, only what I was told and what I know. Last night, we took off from RAF Bolt Head at around 0100. I was told we’d be delivering a couple letters to the French, behind enemy lines. One plane, no lights, fairly standard night drop. About 20 minutes after we were airborne, there was a bright flash of light. I thought maybe the sun was coming up. Sure enough, I look out the window and it’s morning I asked my JM why we weren’t dropping at night, but he wouldn’t tell me anything.
Dr. Angstrom: Tell me about the crew of the plane.
SCP-9691-B: I didn’t know any of the guys. My JM was a fella named “Chirp”. He mentioned someone else, I assume the pilot, who’s name was “Hog”. Keep in mind these might be some kinda code names, I don’t know. Those were the only two I know of, the rest of the crew must have loaded before I got on the plane.
Dr. Angstrom: Thank you. You mentioned a bright light, could you please describe this further? Were there additional sounds, sights, or smells?
SCP-9691-B: Not really, it was just a bright flash. It got kinda hot in the aircraft for a little bit, but that’s nothin’ new, it usually happens when the sun comes up.
Dr. Angstrom: Did you notice anything unusual about the aircraft, such as any non-standard equipment?
SCP-9691-B: Yeah, there was this long box built into the floor of the aircraft, halfway between the front of the plane and the back. It was about 2 meters…maybe yay big? Probably enough to fit a fella or two in there. I have no idea what was in it, but they wouldn’t let me anywhere near it. It’s weird, when I saw it, it gave me this feeling…like I was safe near it, like everything was going to be okay.
Dr. Angstrom: This has been very enlightening. Could you please tell me about your commanding officer, so we can get in contact with -
SCP-9691-B: Hold on, hold on…I apologize for cuttin’ you off…I just have a question. What year is it?
Dr. Angstrom: 1956.
SCP-9691-B: W-What? We left, and it was 1943…how did I get to 1956?
Dr. Angstrom: That’s what we are trying to figure out. What is the last date you remember?
SCP-9691-B: I’ll be honest, I don’t know anythin’. I’m really sorry, all I know is…is…is what I’ve…it’s…it’s what I’ve told…something is wrong, my head hurt-
Dr. Angstrom: William? William!
SCP-9691-B died of heart failure at 21:52 on ██/██/1956, 1 hour and 38 minutes after landfall.
Archivist’s note: SCP-9691-B was provided with a transcript of the previous interview to ensure information continuity.
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Dr. Angstrom: Have you had a moment to review our previous conversation?
SCP-9691-B: Y-Yes sir, but I’m confused as all get out. You mean to say we’ve met before? And that I’ve…died…before?
Dr. Angstrom: Unfortunately, that is correct.
SCP-9691-B: Can I at least get a moment to process this?
Dr. Angstrom: You may not, I apologize. Our time together is relatively limited given the circumstances.
SCP-9691-B: The numbers, what do they mean? What is a “SCP”?
Dr. Angstrom: I’m very sorry, I can’t tell you that. I am happy to answer any other questions you may have, but I’m unable to discuss the nature of those labels with you.
SCP-9691-B: Fine. Tell you what…you’re a scientist. Explain this to me - what am I doing here?
Dr. Angstrom: We are trying to determine that from the limited information provided to us. Our first encounter was cut abruptly short, given your…unfortunate and untimely demise. If you don’t mind, we have some additional questions. We have also procured some Camel cigarettes. Do you smoke, soldier?
SCP-9691-B: Thank you, absolutely.
Dr. Angstrom: There you are…right. Tell me a bit more about your childhood. Do you remember anything?
SCP-9691-B: Hmm…not really. My Ma and Pop died when I was very young, I don’t really remember them. I kind of had to raise myself. Then the war started and I enlisted. Eighteen months later, I’m jumping out of an airplane into northeast France.
Dr. Angstrom: Do you know the name of your Commanding Officer at RAF Bolt Head? Or perhaps, the name of the officer that provided you with your orders for this mission?
SCP-9691-B: Uh…I think it was…ugh, I’m sorry. I can’t remember. My head is kinda hurting. Maybe…Mike? Something like that.
Dr. Angstrom: That’s quite alright. If you remember, please flag it up whenever you’d like. I’d like to move on to the aircraft. Our investigation has largely hit dead ends. Can you tell us about the flight plan or tail registration of the plane?
SCP-9691-B: All I can remember is Mike, or whatever his name was, telling us that a new, important plane showed up to the airbase. They needed someone to jump into France and deliver a letter. They said it would be safe, and that they’d pick me up at the shore after the mission was complete…I guess that won’t be happenin’ any time soon.
Dr. Angstrom: Unfortunately, I believe that may be the case.
SCP-9691-B: Can I at least go home?
Dr. Angstrom: No, you may not. Your body has been irreparably damaged from within. Allowing you to leave would serve no purpose, as you wouldn’t get very far.
SCP-9691-B: Can I write letters home?
Dr. Angstrom: Do you have anyone to contact?
SCP-9691-B: Yes. My wife, Helen Shoemaker.
Dr. Angstrom: I’m…sorry, I’m not sure we have a record for a Helen Shoemaker. You said that you were married?
SCP-9691-B: Of course, we married before the war. You tellin’ me that you don’t have a record for her?
Dr. Angstrom: We queried all available files on you and anyone you mentioned during our previous conversations. I’m very sorry, but no records of a Helen Shoemaker exist - we would have found them if they did.
SCP-9691-B: This is ridiculous. She DOES exist, I know she exists! We got married at ████ █████ ██████ church in Albuquerque New Mexico. She was everything to me, and now you’re tellin’ me that she doesn’t exist?
Dr. Angstrom: I’m sorry, SCP-9691-B, we don’t have any record of her existence. We can look in-
SCP-9691-B: She DOES exist, God damn it! So do I! I exist! I am a man, I am a soldier! And here you are, playing these cruel tricks on me, telling me I died, telling me my WIFE doesn’t exist! The woman I loved, the woman I married! Look at this wedding band and tell me she doesn’t exist. Look me in the eye and tell me I don’t exist, you bastard!
Dr. Angstrom: I never said that you don’t exist, I merely said that w-
SCP-9691-B: BE QUIET! BE QUIET! STOP TALKING, STOP LYING TO ME!
At this juncture, SCP-9691-B began to attack Dr. Angstrom, lacerating his face and damaging Dr. Angstrom’s right eye.
SCP-9691-B was euthanized by Foundation staff at 09:53 on ██/██/1963, 36 minutes after landfall.
Archivist’s note: SCP-9691-B was provided with a transcript of the previous interview to ensure information continuity. Handcuffs were placed on SCP-9691-B to ensure Dr. Angstrom’s safety.
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Dr. Angstrom: Hello again, SCP-9691-B. How are you feeling this evening?
SCP-9691-B: Weird. It’s weird to have someone I’ve never met tellin’ me “hello again”. This whole damn thing is…weird.
Dr. Angstrom: If it’s any reassurance, I am trained to deal with the strange and usual.
SCP-9691-B: Honestly, that doesn’t help one inch. What do you want from me?
Dr. Angstrom: This may be a relatively difficult request, but I’d like to discuss your wife in further detail.
SCP-9691-B is silent for roughly 45 seconds.
SCP-9691-B: What do you want to know?
Dr. Angstrom: Tell me about her. Why did you fall in love? What did you see in her?
SCP-9691-B: Helen was the most magnificent woman I have ever met. It was like the Earth relaxed around her, like it breathed a sigh of relief whenever she stepped outside. I always felt safe around her, like everything is going to be okay.
Dr. Angstrom: Leaving her behind to fight for your country must have been difficult.
SCP-9691-B: She begged me not to leave. Told me she'd do whatever it took to make sure I came home to her, that we'd be together. I told her that I'd be fine, I'm a specialist. I'm not on the front lines, I'm just going to be working on planes. I don't think she believed me.
Dr. Angstrom: What did she do around the house? What did she cook you for dinner, what can you remember about her?
SCP-9691-B: She was always making the healthiest foods. Soups, breads, salads, things that came naturally. No steaks, no meat - hell, I didn’t have a steak for years until I shipped out to the United Kingdom. I always wondered where she learned to make food like that, but I wasn’t complaining. Her meals were delicious every time.
Dr. Angstrom: Thank you very much. Did you ever notice anything unusual about her, such as strange occurrences or coincidences?
SCP-9691-B: Helen was ALWAYS a strange woman, from the moment I met her to the moment we parted at the start of the war. She’d talk to herself in a language I couldn’t understand, maybe Russian? I thought maybe she was a Pagan once, but she attended church with me every Sunday. I never had the mind to ask her…it felt rude to ask a woman so beautiful such a personal question.
Dr. Angstrom: How did you meet Helen?
SCP-9691-B: It was a complete happenstance. One evening I was taking a stroll through the park, having a cigarette. This terrified woman runs up to me, and asks me for help. Tells me there’s a strange man following her and shouting things at her. Sure enough, the fella rounds the corner. He sees me with her, and hightails it out of there. After that, we kept in touch - she lived about four blocks away in a communal home for girls.
Dr. Angstrom: Do you know how she ended up at this…communal home?
SCP-9691-B: We never talked about it. All she told me was that her parents died very young. We shared that in common, so it was easy to open up to her.
Dr. Angstrom: In the spirit of candor, I must inform you that we performed a detailed search in the years between your appearances, and we were still unable to locate any trace of a Helen Shoemaker. Do you know why this might be?
SCP-9691-B is silent for roughly 30 seconds.
Dr. Angstrom: I realise this may be a difficult question. If you need a mo-
SCP-9691-B: No, it’s alright. There’s a couple options…either she’s left me, and done a really good job covering her tracks, or…
Dr. Angstrom: Or?
SCP-9691-B: Hell, that would be ridiculous.
Dr. Angstrom: Please, elaborate.
SCP-9691-B: About a year ago, she stopped writing. What if the Army took her?
Dr. Angstrom: Why would they do that?
SCP-9691-B: I have no idea, that’s why I said it was ridiculous!
Dr. Angstrom: Even if that were the case, it would have left some kind of trace. There are only a few organizations capable of making a person fully disappear.
SCP-9691-B: I’ll take a gander and say you work for one of these organizations.
Dr. Angstrom: If I told you that, I’d have to kill you.
SCP-9691-B: I’m dying anyway. At least tell me what the hell is really going on here. I know you’re not from the 101st, that’s for damn sure.
Dr. Angstrom is silent for roughly 30 seconds.
SCP-9691-B: Please?
Dr. Angstrom: Alright. I suppose there’s no harm in elaborating on your situation. You asked about the numbers and letters in a previous interview. I work for what we colloquially refer to as The Foundation, an organization designated with protecting the world from potentially hazardous anomalies, ideas, and the paranormal. Your designation is SCP-9691-B.
SCP-9691-B: I’m considered a…what did you call it, a “potentially hazardous anomaly”?
Dr. Angstrom: Yes, as well as the letters you provided us, and the aircraft you jumped from.
SCP-9691-B: I’ve been wondering what’s in those letters. They told me not to open them, ever. Can you tell me?
Dr. Angstrom: No, I’m sorry. Their authenticity is still being verified.
SCP-9691-B: Hell, I come this far and I don’t even get to know why?
SCP-9691-B is silent for roughly 45 seconds.
SCP-9691-B: Will I ever see my wife again?
Dr. Angstrom: I’m really sorry, William. I don’t know. We haven’t been able to find a paper trail for her, and without one, tracking her down will likely be impossible.
SCP-9691-B is silent for roughly 15 seconds.
Dr. Angstrom: We have some questions regarding the future treatment of SCP-9691-B instances. These can be off the record, so I will be escorting you to our operations tent. Would you like a cigarette?
SCP-9691-B died of [DATA EXPUNGED] at 18:04 on ██/██/1968, 4 hours and 19 minutes after landfall. Dr. Angstrom remained with SCP-9691-B until the instance succumbed to [DATA EXPUNGED].
Addendum ██/██/1968:
Future instances of SCP-9691-B are not to be provided information regarding previous interviews. Staff are strictly forbidden from answering any questions regarding a Helen Shoemaker, Albuquerque New Mexico, or the operations of Subsite 38A. Staff mentioning or discussing Helen Shoemaker with SCP-9691-B are to be immediately reassigned.
Investigations into Helen Shoemaker's ties to SCP-9691 are ongoing.