 Good afternoon. For those who are new, I'm Dr. Theron Sherman, and today we will be studying SCP-5542. The content warning for this article includes spoilers. If you wish to avoid this, skip ahead 10 seconds. Today's article contains mild mentions of human remains and the ingestion thereof. If that's not a problem for you, let's begin. Item Number SCP-5542 First Class Euclid Special Containment Procedures The parcel of land SCP-5542 is located at is currently held by a foundation shell company, SING, CHANG, and partners. A standard perimeter has been established under cover story, retiree timesharing. Objects recovered from the property are kept in cold storage at Site 42 pending further testing. Investigation into Person of Interest 5542, C. addendum 5542-A, is ongoing. Description SCP-5542 is a section of California coastline that is composed of cake to an average depth of 2.5 meters. Walking on the surface of the beach is possible despite the composition, while purposefully digging downwards past 2 cm reveals non-anomalous cake. The effect is contained entirely within the property lines of 1812 Sea-Led Jolaine, a beach-front residence. Discovery On December 15, 2020, foundation agents embedded in the Santa Barbara Police Department were alerted to a potential anomaly during an altercation between an officer and a local psychic detective, claiming that he'd had a vision of multiple people disappearing on a beach made of cake at the given address. After cross-referencing with open missing persons cases in the Campanile area and an interview with a psychic and a corroborating witness, the agents decided to take over the investigation. Class B amnestics were administered to all civilians involved. Addendum 5542-A, Investigation Log Investigation of the property in an attempt to contact the property owner were authorized on December 15, 2020 for the following day. A partial transcript of the agent's body camera footage is logged below. Begin Log December 16, 2020, 1600 hours, 32 minutes Agents Rode and Hill activate their body cameras on arrival to the property. Agent Rode speaks first. You see any cameras on the house? No. No fences, no cameras. Security is pretty lax for a house in this neighborhood. Right, let's hit the beach. Agents exit their vehicle and proceed along the side of the house towards the beach behind the property. See, this is the kind of place I want to get once I make O5. You, O5? You got your hand stuck in the infinite peanut butter jar and flooded the men's locker room last week. I was hungry. They can't disqualify me for that. You're lucky you're not stuck in some basement dictating the database onto audio logs. Oh, yeah, Theron needs to get some sun. Agents reach behind the house. Agent Rode digs his hand into the sand, grasping a handful of chocolate cake. He attempts to taste it before Agent Hill grabs his wrist. Come on, son, eat an anomalous beach cake. I was only going to taste it. Put it down. Agent Rode drops the cake. Agent Hill uses an evidence bag to retrieve a sample. All right, the beach is cake, confirmed. Interrogate the family? Interrogate the family? Let's go. Hey, don't wipe that on me. I just got this uniform cleaned. Agents start towards the front of the property. How are you and Celine doing? We're taking some time apart to find out she dumped you. She said I was keeping secrets from her, ma'am. That's your entire job. You got to get better at keeping the fact that you're keeping secrets secret, dude. Shut up. Agents reach the front of the property and proceed to the front door. Agent Hill lifts his hand to knock on the door. It opens before he makes contact. Engelbert Leckermall, property owner based on public records, approximate age 55, stands in the doorway. Well, hello there, constables. How can I help you today? Hello, sir. Call me Bertie. Bertie, right. I'm Officer Spencer. This is Officer Grimm. We're here to ask you some questions about some disappearances in this area. Oh, wow. I'd be happy to help in any way that I can. Come on in. We can talk inside. Agents enter the residence. As they pass the living room, a teenage male is sprawled on one of the couches wearing headphones. The wife is at LaCoumbre working on her tennis game. Wish she would take that boy with her. He could use a little exercise, getting a little plump around the frame if you know what I mean. Right. We're investigating a rash of disappearances of local youths. How tragic. Such an awful waste of potential. Yeah, the kids were all seen in this neighborhood. You haven't seen anyone shady around lately, have you? Not that I've noticed. My family and I have lived here for ages. We know everyone. And I haven't noticed any perfidious persons. No, sir. The group arrives in the kitchen. Coffee? No, thank you. I'd love some. Lecremal places two disposable coffee pods into an elaborate coffee machine. Got this beauty when we renovated the kitchen. Empty night, the double-wide oven cost as much as my car. But the Mrs. had to have her domain be state of the art. Amen, that. Back to the investigation. I was wondering if you had any problems with trespassers. We've had complaints from some of the neighbors about local kids sneaking onto the private beaches to party. Of course. It happens all the time. But we're not as stuck up as some of the community. Lecremal raises his pinky finger in a mocking gesture. Amen again. But Bernie, let's cut to the chase. Roday pounds his hand on the counter. Why is your section of beach literally made out of cake? Lecremal and Agent Hill stare at Agent Roday. What in blazes are you on about? Yeah, dude, it's completely edible. There's no way that could have happened without you knowing. I don't, I mean, you can't be serious. As a witch in a tornado. We checked ourselves before we came to the door. Your beach is somehow cake instead of sand. It seems impossible, but there it is, written in the frosting. You know what? This is probably an elaborate prank from my Alpha Tower Omega brothers, those incorrigible roaks. You know, use these at the Barbara. Go, Gouchos. The coffee maker beeps. Lecremal moves to retrieve the coffee. They excavated your backyard beach and replaced it with cake? Lecremal hands a mug of coffee to Agent Roday. I don't know how they got the dean's car on top of the roof either. These pranks get better every year. Why don't we head out back and show you the situation? Lecremal starts towards the back of the house. Agent Roday moves to take a sip of his coffee before Agent Hill takes it from him. They begin to whisper to each other. What the hell was that? I thought I could get him to crack. Get the hell out of here. No, you get the hell out of here. No, go with Bertie. I'll catch up. Oh, gotcha. Agent Roday moves to follow Lecremal to the back of the property. Agent Hill takes a sample of the coffee before dumping it in the sink. And log. Extraneous data redacted. Agent Roday and Hill confirm with Mr. Lecremal that the beach was cake before giving him a number to reach them if he had any more information. They then adjourn to their motel for the evening. Addendum 5542-B, Disappearance. On December 17th, 2020, Agent Roday and Hill return to the address for follow-up questions. Upon arrival, Agent Roday noted that the house looked different in a, quote, hard-to-place way. Agent Hill's knock on the door caused it to fall inwards off its hinges. Investigation of the interior revealed that the house was now vacant. Agent Roday described the residence as decrepit as if it had been abandoned for decades, with the sole exception being the kitchen, where Agent Hill noted that the room smelled as if someone had been cooking, in line with Agent Roday's observation that the oven was still warm. Further forensic analysis found evidence suggesting that the age sections of the home had been abandoned for upwards of 40 years, where the appliances in the kitchen were found to be less than a month old and otherwise non-anomalous. Food items recovered from the kitchen included, fresh and frozen meats, dried and cured meats, otherwise known as jerky, bottles of wine, baked goods and components for baking, flour, yeast, et cetera, disposable coffee pods. Laboratory analysis revealed the meat to be human flesh, while the other food products also tested positive for human DNA.