 Item number SCP-184 Object Class Euclid Special Containment Procedures SCP-184 is not to be contained in any structure. SCP-184s be attached to a high power electromagnet at all times. Should the electromagnet fail, agents are to report to SCP-184's containment area and prevent access to all unauthorized personnel until the electromagnet is restored to power. The containment area for SCP-184 is currently configured to resemble a park with SCP-184 and its containment magnets' skies of statuary. Any and all visitors are to be monitored. Any structures affected by SCP-184 are to be demolished after review by ██████████. Final demolition approval or inclusion into SCP will also be determined by this body. No investigation is to be done into affected structures without approval and a rescue team on standby. In the description, SCP-184 is a small smooth metallic object 10 cm or 4 inches tall and 10 cm or 4 inches wide, in the shape of a dodecahedron. Each face of the figure has a circular hole in the center, and a small sphere is attached to each vertex. SCP-184 is made of an unknown but highly magnetic alloy about as hard as brass. When inside an enclosed structure, SCP-184 expands the structure's inner dimensions without altering its outer dimensions. SCP-184 will increase the inner dimensions of any enclosed structure by several hundred meters each day, beginning one hour after entering into the structure. Initially, SCP-184 only extends the walls out, causing rooms to become much larger without adjusting the height of the room. This expansion continues until the original dimensions of the room have been tripled. At this point, SCP-184 starts creating wholly new rooms. SCP-184 is apparently able to copy items from inside the structure, creating furnished rooms consistent with the rest of the structure. After a period of time, however, the expansion process appears to break down. For example, items will be made from inappropriate materials, glass books, a wooden microwave, rooms will be oddly shaped, doors were opened into blank walls, and hallways will be tiny or twist back around in long mazes. The new inside structures continue to be more and more odd, while the outside remains unchanged. This behavior is most dramatically illustrated in Holmes, however, it has been observed in other instances, including a cardboard box. The changes do not go away with the removal of SCP-184, but no additional structures are created. Addendum 184-1 Notes from Dr. ████████ I don't think I need to stress the fact that this thing can never be allowed in a Site-19. We may need to look in the different containment at some point, but for the time being, we will keep it in the open and movable and hidden. Addendum 184-38-RB Notes on Recovery SCP-184 was recovered in the Calloonwald City in June of ██████. Reports of the city's bizarre and explosive growth-attracted operatives, who soon learned of SCP-184, held in the possession of ██████. After several police crackdowns, Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 was dispatched and recovered SCP-184 with minimal losses. The final effect of exposure to SCP-184 on both the city and inhabitants may never be fully understood due to the reckless actions of local law enforcement, which destroyed several affected sections of the city before operatives could take action to prevent it. Interview for residents yielded minimal information, with a communal wall of silence being the major response. A few documents indicated that SCP-184 could be brought into a home and allowed to affect the dwelling for 50lbs sterling per half hour. These documents were unconfirmed by residents. Addendum 184-38-RB-S Additional Documentation Personal Log of Gordon Richards Member of Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 The Mole Rats Personal Log of Gordon Richards Member of Mobile Team Zeta-9 The Mole Rats Date ██████ I dispatched to the Kowloon Wall City to recover an object and document anything affected by it. I have never seen such a horrible place. The filth is everywhere, whole walls and even structures made of garbage. If you crack your soup for even a second, you'll get flooded by the smell of smoke, cooking, sweat, machine oil and excrement. Henry fell into a pit used to sewer on the ground level after breaking through a trashed walkway. He was fine. The soup was just filthy, but he threw it up and had to be removed. I'm not sure if he's going to work out. Everyone here avoids his like the plague, or darts out to throw trash or insults. They are a tribe, and a territorial one at that. The sheer crush of humanity is intimidating, and I'm glad I have the soup between me and them. The object is supposed to be somewhere in the core of this mass, but getting there is going to be tricky. Date ██████ Local law enforcement led by agents did a bunch of raids last night, cleared people out of some of the areas we needed to go in, but there are so many people here it's hard to notice any difference. Yesterday's recon helped uncover a couple homes affected by this thing. They don't look like much, the same squalid homes as everyone else, but they are too big inside. It's an odd feeling, standing with your hand on the wall, and knowing that by all the rides you should be six feet outside the structure in mid-air. Henry's better today, but seems really jumpy. I took him aside and talked to him last night, and I hope it's helped. I'm getting worried about him. Caught him muttering to himself over the radio today, told him to knock it off, but didn't report it. Maybe I should have. I think I'm going to have to ask for him to be put on a different unit after this. Deep recon this evening, we're splitting up to try and hunt down where they are storing this thing. Lev and I pulled the short stick and have to hike it around the sewer system. Honestly, it can't be any worse than topside. At least I won't have to keep seeing the blank empty faces of these people. Date, June 6th Henry is dead. We didn't get back until early this morning. We've been off the radio for several hours because of all the interference. It seems areas affected by this thing screw with radio waves pretty bad. The sewer was a nightmare, but no signs of alteration by the item. When they came back up, Paul gave me the news. Henry and Paul were exploring near the center of the city when they got attacked. A mob of people swarmed him and dragged Henry off. Paul was hurt and his suit was badly damaged, and he had to leave for medical attention. Henry was screaming over the radio for a while and then it cut off. Paul and a couple other mole rats charged in with some agents to recover Henry, but after a few minutes, Henry came back on the radio. His receiver was broken, but he could still broadcast. One of the agents was recording, and he played it back to Lev and I to see if any of it made sense to us. It didn't. He was rambling and sounded like he was hurt. Talking about the endless heart of the city, the hell of glass, just crazy stuff. Paul and the rescue team kept trying to find him, but suddenly his radio cut out again. Henry came tearing down one of those tiny walls, helmet off and screaming like a madman. He ran right by Paul and smashed an agent into a wall on his way by. He slammed to the dead end and just exploded through it right out of the building. He fell six stories into some metal junk. It took an hour to get his body untangled. We're done screwing around here. Agent Parks, Lev and me are rounding up what amounts to the city elders, and we're getting to the damn bottom of this. Date, June 7th ██████ Interrogation went well. Agent Parks asked the questions, we provided what he called, and negative consequences were non-cooperation. The first guy, some triad punk, didn't want to talk. Two broken legs later, he was a lot more open. Said the thing was called, The Builder, and nobody knew when it first came to the city. He never had anything to do with it, just helped stand guard outside rooms where it was working. He said that was all he knew, and that we had to talk to one of the elders, Long Nguyen, if he wanted it. He apologized for Henry's death, said it was just the way of things, I broke his jaw in three places. Long Nguyen may be the oldest looking man ever seen, and with a wheel like iron. He just took everything we dished out and didn't say a word. Parks said the next thought was his wife and grandkids, and that it got him talking, told us that it was kept in one of the oldest parts of the city, some old temple. It had grown and made wonderful things, but only the worthy could look upon it and not be overwhelmed by it. He said Henry was shown the wonders, in the hopes that he would be able to convince us not to take The Builder, but that he was not worthy and was broken. We made him show us where they keep it. Long Nguyen said it wouldn't do any good, that it was buried too deep. They moved it deep inside when they first caught wind of the agents. He said we'd never get it back, we're doing deep work tomorrow and we're not coming out without it. Date, June 10th. Been out for a while, this place is amazing, at first it was just a temple that was too big inside, neat but nothing new. Then we went in deeper, whole rooms, altars, everything recreated and rearranged by this thing. It's like someone built 12 whole temples inside this one tiny structure. Agent Parks set up a recall point in the main hall with some other agents to make sure nobody sneaks up on us. We suited up and went to work. It started getting odd after hours six, lots of hallways, not as many rooms. Then 83 rooms all connected by those sliding doors, each with a tiny Buddha in the center of the floor and nothing else. Lev grabbed a few for samples. We knew things were getting odd when we came to a perfect reproduction of the first altar room, but it appeared to be made of one solid mass of wood. Thing was beautiful and totally seamless, and not a single tool mark and anything. All found some documents and we scanned them back to Parks. He said they were about the object, apparently they're calling it SCP-184 now. Parks said it talks about how they moved 184 deeper each time it made a new area. They thought it was some gift from God or something, used it to expand rooms if people would donate to the temple or at least to the gangs that controlled it the time. I have never been in a place like this, it's getting harder to maneuver, the halls are starting to get strange. They go up at funny angles and the last few rooms have been tiny. By Lev's count, we should be 20 feet above the roof of this whole city by now. Date – June 12th I'm getting sick of this place. Came to a branch yesterday, had to split the team. I drew the up-hallway and set out. Not sure how long I've been climbing. The halls aren't regular anymore, they wave in and out like a frozen earthquake. Everything seems to be made of stone here. Just a squeeze into a side room to catch my breath, once I looked around I saw everything was made of jade. It was all colored right, and had the right texture, but it was jade. Bed, chairs, table, books, everything. I sat on the bed for two hours and didn't think. I got up and smashed a jade lamp that was probably worth more than my life and left. I'm not feeling well. I feel really disconnected here, like an astronaut or something. It's not like other areas I've been in. Never felt so alone. I'm fine. I know that. It's Henry dying, the whole rotten city outside, and me being alone able to think too much. Rats are tested for mental stability, and I pass with flying colors. It's just my nerves. I'm sitting on a chair made of thousands of tiny dragon statues, writing on the table made of super-dense paper, and I am fine. Date, June. I've been out too long. Food low, water low. Not out yet, but getting there. Hearing things. Not thinking, I'm hearing voices. Been climbing for days, saw light today, at the end of a side hall, bright yellow light. I climbed into the hall and ran, smashed through the door and it was a room. Millions of candles, all lit, but just another room. Pulled off my helmet, smashed the candles with it, broke my lenses, neck seal, radio, didn't care. Sat and cried for hours, dropped a pick down the shaft today, never heard of hit the bottom. Almost jumped to go get it, but stopped. Not to find this thing, going to smash it to bits, stomp it, crush it. Date, June. Food out, soup can't make any more water. Saw a hall with ten thousand doors, ran down it, smashed a bunch, then kept climbing, lost my boots, floor looked like carpet, made a super-sharp stone, cut suit the ribbons, feet too, blood all over the shaft, hope it appreciates it. Not to crush this thing, fillet shatter in my hand, hate displays, keep hearing Henry, keep telling him he's dead, won't listen. Date, top of shaft, hall to forever, lights everywhere, going to kill the heart. Date, hell is heaven, heaven is hell, life is wonderful. Notes, Gordon Richards went missing during the recovery of SCP-184, presumed KIA. SCP-184 recovered by Team Zeta-9. Journal recovered and rubble left from destruction to SCP-184 affected temple.