 Item Number SCP-835 Object Class Keter Special Containment Procedures SCP-835 is to be monitored and checked daily for new growth. In the event SCP-835 becomes hostile, suppression tactic AA-6 is to be immediately implemented until aggressive action ceases. Containment area must be maintained in open ocean due to the highly aggressive response of SCP-835 to confinement for any length of time. Waste issued by SCP-835 must be immediately collected and contained. Feeding of SCP-835 is to take place twice daily to consist data expunged. SCP-835 may be moved to a new location twice yearly, provided that the current location is no longer capable of supporting SCP-835, and the move has been approved by Site Command. Staff are to remain at least five meters away from SCP-835. Anyone working near SCP-835 must have safety lines attached to recall winches. Contact with SCP-835 will result in the immediate recall of all staff, and implementation of suppression tactic AA-6. Should contact results in full capture of a staff member, SCP-835 is to be monitored constantly until the release of the subject. Description SCP-835 appears to be a large mass of coral-like polyps, weighing tons. The individual polyps are larger than any known coral species, growing to more than one meter in diameter in some cases. The central mass is roughly oval-shaped, with a very large, three-meter diameter, polyp at each end. SCP-835 is incapable of locomotion, and appears to anchor itself with large tentacles, projected from the SCP-835 polyps. These are also used in feeding, and are coated with a sticky adhesive substance. The tentacles are also quite strong, and have been shown to be capable of damaging plate steel. The coral of SCP-835 is extremely hard, requiring high-powered diamond drills to collect even small samples. SCP-835 also grows at a very accelerated rate, capable of adding 22.68 kilograms, or 50 pounds of mass every day. SCP-835 is susceptible to many chemicals, which cause SCP-835 to seal up, and halt all growth for 24 hours, prompting the development and use of suppression tactic AA-6. Testing has shown data expunged. SCP-835 emits a large mass of semi-liquid material several times a day from the large polyps on each end. This appears to be made of semi-digested solids, fecal material, and semen. This mass also has several forms of virus, bacteria, and parasites, many of which have been found only within SCP-835. The bacterium-835-I-5 forms the major concern for containment, due to data expunged. This, coupled with the extremely hard shell of SCP-835, form a major obstacle to neutralization. Any force capable of cracking open SCP-835 would also cause the slurry inside to spread, and cause additional infection from 835-I-5. Addendum 835-1 First draft of after-action report by Mobile Task Force Zeta-9er. Circumstances of retrieval. On f***ing at f***ing hours, Mobile Task Force Zeta-9er, Mole Rats, conducted an investigation of SCP-835. At this time, SCP-835 had a mass of only 4 tons, and only one large polyp at the north end of the structure, designated Polyp Alpha, Polyp Bravo not yet being in existence. As per standard procedure, four team members were chosen for the initial investigation. Standard isolation suits, underwater variant, were worn by all four team members. Lieutenant C took point as team leader, while Sergeants L and M served as support. Corporal H, a rookie team member, accompanied the team as an observer. A standard underwater remote vehicle, or URV, was used for initial investigation. SCP-835 did not, at first, act in a hostile manner towards the team, allowing team members to approach and make contact without incident. URV-01 was sent to investigate the exterior of the object, while team members C, L, and M proceeded towards what they believed to be the entrance of the site. Corporal H was ordered to remain outside, and to monitor URV-01, in order to ensure that the devices tether did not become tangled on the exterior protrusions. The first sign of trouble occurred when Corporal H, while attempting to clear a jam in URV-01's sampling claw, reported in with the words, Oh God, help me, help me. He then reported that some horrible tentacle thing had wrapped around his arm and was dragging him in towards a f***ing mouth, and vocalized several distress calls. Jesus Christ, I can't do this. God damn it, he was just a kid. It was his first f***ing mission. I should have kept my eye on him. Christ. Alright, here goes. Guess I'll just let Sarge edit this for me. Again. So the thing grabbed the kid. It had me fooled to rights. The entrance wasn't an entrance, it was just some cave. The real entrance was the big polyp thing on the north end. It grabbed the kid and started dragging him towards the mouth. Topside started to drag him up, but all they got was a snapped cable. And the kid, he got pulled inside Data expunged. I got the carabiner on, we're hooked together and Topside starts winching us up and we're not getting anywhere. I'm grabbing on, I'm telling him I'm not gonna let go and then the winch starts to seize up and I feel this jerk on the tether and it goes slack and then we're both sliding into that damn thing. It was like, Jesus, I need another drink. Fuck. It was like, the only way I can think of it was like, you know that thing that doctors do when they stick a tube of someone's and look at the inside of their intestines. I saw that on TV once. It was like that, except I was going down the throat of some horrible underwater hell monster, not up some poor bastard's rear. There were these muscular contractions, I guess, and they were slowly sliding us down the length of the tube. If we weren't wearing the hard suits, we'd have been crushed. But as it was, we were held so tight we could barely move, even with power assist. I managed to get my head up enough to see the kid's face. His faceplate was covered in vomit. Poor bastard had puked in his suit. I started yelling for him, trying to get him to say something. He managed to tell me he was alright. He was sobbing like a baby. I started doing some calculations. Based on my dead reckoning tracker and initial sonar scans, we were moving about a meter every minute. That meant 72 hours until we came out the other side, assuming we did. We had the air. Our rebreathers could keep going for days. What we didn't have was the power to keep the suits warm for that long. If the heat went out, hypothermia would kill us. I don't know, look it up. In any case, we'd be dead. We needed to conserve power. I told the kid to turn off his helmet lights, lock his joints, and turn down his heater to minimal. He started crying. He didn't want to do it. I didn't blame him. But I told him we had no choice. We finally agreed to shut down everything but our internal helmet lights. At least. It seemed to calm him down. And honestly, that extra 0.1% of power wouldn't make a difference. I think that was the worst part. We spent at least a day like that, locked in our suits, couldn't move our arms and legs, no sound but the things gurgling, and your own breathing, and the sound of your rebreather. The puke on the kid's faceplate started to dry up and flake off about an hour or so in, so I could see his face. He looked tired and scared. I think... check the log, Sarge. I think it was about 13 hours in when the kid started talking again. Kid started babbling. Data expunged. Anyway, after that, he calmed down a lot. I told him to take a nap. He slept a bit, thank God. About 24 hours in, we reached. I guess they're calling it the stomach now. The worst warning sign was a gurgling kind of noise, louder with a crunching noise over it. I told the kid to bring his suit up to full power and get ready. A little while after, we fell out into this big chamber, big as in big enough for the two of us to fit in it comfortably, which was huge compared to the tight squeeze of the tube. Kid's suit started hissing and the outer shell started to turn all pitted and stuff, and the gloves were starting to degrade too. So I yelled at him to move and we started heading towards this sphincter, I guess. I remember, God, why can I remember this? The insides of the stomach were lined with data expunged. I almost lost it there. Data expunged. I'd stayed. My suit would have melted and I'd be dead. But the kid grabbed me and shoved me headfirst through the sphincter and fell into the other place. It was even worse than the stomach. Data expunged. This place was, well, you know what it was full of. I'm not squeamish, Bill. You can't be if you're a mole rat. But this place squeaked me out so bad I almost passed out. The kid helped me back up to my feet, though. Told me we were almost out. Come on, Lieutenant. We're almost out of here. He said, we moved over to the other sphincter, but the thing was, well, it was puckered up tighter than my drill sergeants and pulled back in basic. So no way we were getting out of there. We decided to wait for a bit until the thing shot its load, so to speak. Anyway, that's when things started to go bad. Data expunged. I managed to wrestle the thing through the sphincter into the stomach. Its tentacles writhed at me as it started to melt. Data expunged. Then 835 blew its load and I flew out its ass into the ocean. You know the rest of the story, Bill. Data expunged. So yeah, fill out the rest of the reports and the logs for me, will ya? Oh, and be sure to edit it so the motherf**kers in command don't yell at me for being unprofessional again. I'm gonna... By special order of 05-11, all expunged data files pertaining to this report are hereby released for general viewing. Please see revised file SCP-835 Uncensored. Item number SCP-835 Object Class Keter Special Containment Procedures SCP-835 is to be monitored and checked daily for new growth. In the event SCP-835 becomes hostile, suppression tactic A86 is to be immediately implemented until aggressive action ceases. Containment area must be maintained in open ocean due to the highly aggressive response of SCP-835 to confinement for any length of time. Waste issued by SCP-835 must be immediately collected and contained. Feeding of SCP-835 is to take place twice daily to consist of any form of local aquatic species. Feeding should be supervised at all times and no unscheduled feedings of SCP-835 are to take place for any reason. Should SCP-835 enter a rage state higher level mammals may be issued as a food supply up to and including homosapiens. SCP-835 has shown high levels of docility when digesting higher level mammalian life. And recommendation for the issuing of this form of food has been approved for use during testing phases. SCP-835 may be moved to a new location twice yearly provided that the current location is no longer capable of supporting SCP-835 and the move has been approved by site command. Staff are to remain at least 5 yards away from SCP-835. Anyone working near SCP-835 must have safety lines attached to recall winches. Contact with SCP-835 will result in the immediate recall of all staff and implementation of suppression tactic AA-6. Contact result in full capture of a staff member. SCP-835 is to be monitored constantly until the release of the subject. Description SCP-835 appears to be a large mass of coral like polyps weighing tons. The individual polyps are larger than any known coral species growing to more than 1 meter in diameter in some cases. The central mass is roughly oval shaped with a very large 3 meter diameter polyp at each end. SCP-835 is incapable of locomotion and appears to anchor itself with the large tentacles projected from the SCP-835 polyps. These are also used in feeding and are coated with a sticky adhesive substance. The tentacles are also quite strong and have been shown to be capable of damaging plate steel. The coral of SCP-835 is extremely hard requiring high powered diamond drills to collect even small samples. SCP-835 also grows at a very accelerated rate capable of adding 50 pounds of mass every day. SCP-835 is susceptible to many chemicals which cause SCP-835 to seal up and halt all growth for 24 hours. Prompting the development and use of suppression tactic AA-6 testing has shown that SCP-835 appears to be made from basic human biological components with the shell being formed from super dense calcium the caps that cover the polyps coated with tooth enamel and the tentacles appearing to be formed from mutated tongue cells. Most human biological systems are present. However many neurological, lymphatic, circulatory, etc. show extreme mutation and atrophy. The digestive and reproductive systems appear both highly developed and linked with both feces and semen being collected and ejected from the same chamber. SCP-835 emits a large mass of semi liquid material several times a day from the large polyps on each end. This appears to be made of semi digested solids fecal material and semen. This mass also has several forms of virus, bacteria and parasites many of which have been found only within SCP-835. The bacterium 835-I-5 forms the major concern for containment due to its role in the reproductive cycle of SCP-835. Vertebrate animals infected with SCP-835-I-5 will undergo the following symptoms. Increased weight gain 10-20 pounds a day on average. Constant hunger urged to consume normally unpleasant or unpalatable items raw meat organs, grass wood. Hardening or calcification of the skin formation of polyps on the skin rapid reduction in intelligence and mobility increased aggression urged to enter seawater atrophy of many major biological systems end stage infection appears to convert this subject into an additional instance of SCP-835 Attempts to determine what if any intelligence remains have been conclusive. However SCP-835 appears to have a limited amount of awareness 835-I-5 has shown a very high infectivity rate with 68% of all infected subjects progressing to end stage There is no form of treatment or antibiotic that has been shown to halt or reverse the effects of 835-I-5 This coupled with the extremely hard shell of SCP-835 form a major obstacle to neutralization any force capable of cracking open SCP-835 would also cause the slurry inside to spread and cause additional infection from 835-I-5 and a file by special order of 05-11 all expunged data files pertaining to this report are hereby released for general viewing Please see the following revised after-action report Addendum 835-I First draft of after-action report by Mobile Task Force Zeta-9er Circumstances of Retrieval On at hours Mobile Task Force Zeta-9er Mole Rats Conducted in investigation of SCP-835 At this time SCP-835 had a mass of only 4 tons and only one large polyp at the north end of the structure designated polyp alpha polyp bravo not yet being in existence As per standard procedure 4 team members were chosen for the initial investigation Standard isolation suits underwater variant were worn by all 4 team members Lieutenant C took point as team leader while sergeants L and M served as support Corporal H, a rookie team member accompanied the team as an observer a standard underwater remote vehicle or URV was used for the initial investigation SCP-835 did not at first act in a hostile manner towards the team allowing team members to approach and make contact without incident URV-01 was sent to investigate the exterior of the object while team members C, L and M proceeded towards what they believed to be the entrance of the site Corporal H was ordered to remain outside and to monitor URV-1 in order to ensure that the devices tethered did not become tangled on the exterior protrusions The first sign of trouble occurred when Corporal H while attempting to clear a jam in URV-1 sampling claw reported in with the words Oh God, help me, help me he then reported that some horrible tentacle thing had wrapped around his arm and was dragging him in towards a f***ing mouth and vocalized several distress calls Jesus Christ, I can't do this God damn it, he was just a kid it was his first f***ing mission I should have kept my eye on him Christ alright here goes guess I'll just let Sarge edit this for me again so the thing grabbed the kid it had me fooled to write the entrance wasn't an entrance it was just some cave the real entrance was the big polyp thing on the north end it grabbed the kid and started dragging him towards the mouth topside started to drag him up but all they got was a snapped cable and the kid he got pulled inside and eaten God, I still remember him screaming he was screaming at us he was crying oh God Lieutenant it's eating me, oh God I don't wanna die I'm shouting at him to calm down we're gonna get him out of there and then topside tells us to abort and they start the winches I'm screaming at them to wait I had his hand I had him I got the carabiner on, we're hooked together and topside starts winching us up and we're not getting anywhere I'm grabbing on I'm telling him I'm not gonna let go and then the winch starts to seize up and I feel this jerk on the tether and it goes slack and then we're both sliding into that damn thing it was like Jesus I need another drink fuck the only way I can think of it was like you know that thing that doctors do when they stick a tube up someone's ass and look at the inside of their intestines I saw that on TV once it was like that except I was going down the throat of some horrible underwater hell monster not up some poor bastard's rear there were these muscular contractions I guess and they were slowly sliding us down the length of the tube if we weren't wearing the hard suits we'd have been crushed but as it was we were held so tight we could barely move even with power assist I managed to get my head up enough to see the kid's face his faceplate was covered in vomit poor bastard had puked in his suit I started yelling for him trying to get him to say something he managed to tell me he was alright he was sobbing like a baby I started crying like a baby I started doing some calculations based on my dead reckoning tracker and initial sonar scans we were moving about a meter every minute that meant 72 hours until we came out the other side assuming we did we had the air our rebreathers could keep going for days what we didn't have was the power to keep the suits warm for that long if the heat went out the thermia would kill us I don't know, look it up in any case we'd be dead we needed to conserve power I told the kid to turn off his helmet lights lock his joints and turn down his heater to minimal he started crying he didn't want to do it I didn't blame him but I told him we had no choice we finally agreed to shut down everything but our internal helmet lights at least it seemed to calm him down and honestly that extra .1% of power wouldn't make a difference I think that was the worst part we spent at least a day like that locked in our suits couldn't move our arms and legs no sound but the things gurgling and your own breathing and the sound of your rebreather the puke on the kid's faceplate started to dry up and flake off about an hour or so in so I could see his face he looked tired and scared I think, check the log Sarge I think it was about 13 hours in when the kid started talking again kid started babbling apologized for stealing my underwear sent you guys made him sneak into my quarters and take it from me as a dare why the hell did you make him do that I mean I don't mind if you haze the new guy's bill but that sh** gets old it was hard enough trying to get them to listen to me as it was anyway bill it's all there in the log you know what I told him what I promised all lies of course jokes he laughed too joked back I hope he was joking I don't know what I would have done if we'd survived maybe I would have gone ahead and did it I don't know we're all f**ked up anyway after that he calmed down a lot I told him to take a nap he slept a bit thank god about 24 hours in we reached I guess they're calling it the stomach now first warning sign was a gurgling kind of noise louder with a crunching noise over it I told the kid to bring his suit up to full power and get ready a little while after we fell out into this big chamber big as in big enough for the two of us to fit in it comfortably which was huge compared to the tight squeeze of the tube kid's suit started hissing and the outer shell started to turn all pitted and stuff and I noticed my gloves were starting to degrade too so I yelled at him to move and we started heading towards this sphincter I guess I remember god why can I remember this the insides of the stomach were lined with teeth and faces human faces and they were all wailing at us and screaming they were begging us to kill them I almost lost it there I started opening up with my gun started shooting them in the heads and if I'd stayed my suit would have melted and I'd be dead but the kid grabbed me and shoved me head first through the sphincter and we fell into the other place it was even worse than the stomach that one was lined with faces and filled with acid this place was well you know what it was full of I'm not squeamish Bill you can't be if you're a mole rat but this place squicked me out so bad I almost passed out the kid helped me back up to my feet though told me we were almost out come on lieutenant let's go he said we moved over to the other sphincter but the thing was well it was puckered up tighter than my drill sergeants at the hole back in basic so no way we were getting out of there we decided to wait for a bit until the thing shot its load so to speak if it made shit and come it would have to spit it out eventually right anyway that's when things started to go bad the kid started complaining about this awful smell I tried to stay calm told him it was probably his suits waste recyclers told him to let me take a look at it yeah there was a hole in the back of his leg probably from the acid I put a patch on it and told him not to worry about it and that's when I noticed that there were these red things growing all over his face he started screaming when the first of them burst and splattered blood all over the inside of his face plate he begged me to kill him I put my gun up to his face plate and pulled the trigger click I burned all my ammo trying to shoot those damn faces the tentacles burst out of its face a moment after it grabbed me and it started licking me Bill the thing was running its tongues all over my face and body over the suit it grabbed me and pushed me down and tried to hump my suit like a dog but it couldn't get through I managed to wrestle the thing that had once been the kid back through the sphincter into the stomach its tentacles writhed at me as it started to melt he smiled told me he loved me before he died I screamed then 835 blew its load and I flew out its ass into the ocean you know the rest of the story Bill except one thing the suit didn't make it intact it was breached no one else noticed I didn't even notice until I was in my room and changing clothes and saw the red blotches all over my skin so yeah, I guess I'm f**ked I've got the room unlocked down right now but you have to get everyone else out before I go terminal so yeah fill out the rest of the reports and the logs for me will ya be sure to edit it so the mother f**ks in command don't yell at me for being unprofessional in my AARs again I'm gonna finish off my drink and take a couple valium and go to bed don't bother trying to decontaminate the vessel just abandon the entire ship and scuttle it on top of the original site I think the kid would like it that way now we can be together just like he always wanted thanks for watching lesson complete if you missed the 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