 Item No. SCP-3889 Anomaly Class Keter Threat Level Red Special Containment Procedures Direct physical containment of SCP-3889 is not currently possible. As of the time of this document's creation, general knowledge and influence of SCP-3889 has not extended beyond the eastern coast of the Central United States of America, namely the states of Maryland, Virginia, and North Carolina. And as such, current secondary containment measures are considered adequate until investigation yields a feasible mechanism for its physical containment. All major piers, wharves, shipyards, harbors, marinas, and commercial fisheries in this region, including their surrounding waters extended to 5 km from the coastline, will be monitored by Naval Task Force Sigma-58, bottom feeders. In conjunction with Foundation Naval Assets for second-hand accounts of SCP-3889's exploits, as well to contain and neutralize any after-effects of Event 3889 Tehum. This information initiative, 3889-Wopper, is to be continually disseminated across social media and local news networks for the purposes of dismissing accounts of SCP-3889's activities as a series of exaggerated fisherman stories or tall tales. Foundation agents are understanding orders to employ any mean necessary to prevent SCP-3889 from undergoing Event 3889 Tehum. Description SCP-3889's Henry Hank McAllister are retired independent fishermen born and primarily active in the Central Eastern Coastal region of the United States of America. All available records place SCP-3889's date of birth as November 27, 1849, though this fact has, for unknown reasons, not been a cause for alarm or interest for any administration within which this information is retained. SCP-3889 claims to not know its actual age, though its physical appearance is consistent with that of an average male Caucasian octogenarian. SCP-3889 is consistently referred to by individuals within nautical sub-communities where it is known by its epithetical name within local folklore, Hall and Hank, or less positively as the Gray Angler. This is presumed to be due to the spectacle caused by lesser 3889 Tehum events and not the result of any direct memetic influence. All attempts to apprehend SCP-3889 have met with failure. When approached by a Foundation asset that intends to arrest, detain, or otherwise impede SCP-3889, it will generally state an aphorism such as, you can't bottle a squall, son, or only full catch takes full bait, whereupon SCP-3889 will vanish. In its place, a Foundation agent currently assigned to SCP-3889 will appear, and whatever pose or posture adopted by SCP-3889 before its disappearance. This effect appears to have no limitations based on distance or mass, and is instantaneous, with the arriving agent generally in a state of confusion but otherwise unharmed. The arriving agent will also have some form of fish and paraphernalia on their person. This is generally presented in a humiliating or degrading fashion, such as a fishing float inserted into a nostril or a number of lead sinkers of sufficient weight left in the pockets to cause the agent's pants to disengage from the waist. At an average of 6 times per year, SCP-3889 will undergo a 3889 Tehum event. This is defined as SCP-3889 using a fishing rod to cast a line into a body of water with the intent to secure a catch. The body of water in question must be at least brackish in composition, and the locations appear to be selected by SCP-3889 at random. These have included river deltas, public beaches, isolated and unused coastal areas, and uninhabited islands kilometers from the main coastline. After a period of time varying from the shortest recorded of 32 seconds to the longest of three hours, 44 minutes, 55 seconds, the float of SCP-3889's fishing line will bob once, whereupon SCP-3889 will reel in its catch, then disappear. No upper limit has yet been found to the strength and durability of SCP-3889's body and equipment during 3889 Tehum events. Selected examples of 3889 Tehum events and resulting entities follows. Date, Location, Tehum Entity Retrieved, Aftermath March 21, 1944, Baltimore, Maryland Entity designated Tehum 01. Entity physically resembles an amorphous mask of muscular skeletal tissue, roughly 33 meters high and 53 meters wide at its base. Tehum 01 emerges from the littoral zone roughly four kilometers away from the city outskirts. Entity neutralized via bombardment by offshore Foundation naval assets remains sublimated into vapor upon death of Entity, non-recoverable. 57 civilian casualties estimated $1,450,000 in property damage. Amnestics administered to local populace. Destruction attributed to misfire during military weapons tests. February 8, 1967, Delmarva Peninsula, eastern coast. Entity designated Tehum 15. Entity physically resembles a mass of human corpses in various states of decomposition molded into a form superficially resembling a specimen of the genus Octopoda with an estimated height of 29 meters and a width of 107 meters. Entity emerges from coastal waters and proceeds inland. Foundation naval assets alerted. Entity subsequently neutralized via conjoined aerial and naval bombardment. No civilian casualties. No significant damage inflicted. Tehum 15 remains examined and determined to consist entirely of the corpses of individuals declared deceased within a 350 kilometer radius over the course of the previous year. Investigations into intended burial locations of recovered human remains revealed thousands of undisturbed graves with caskets whole but remains missing. July 15, 1999, Tarr River Delta, North Carolina. Seemingly non-anomalous specimen of Cedarhenus maximus, approximately 7.5 meters in length. None, save for article and local newspaper detailing Mystery Angler, inexplicably landing specimen, then disappearing. Event publicly attributed to combination of happenstance, dubious reporting, and errant behavior on behalf of specimen. December 24, 2011, uninhabited islet east of Cape Hatteras, North Carolina. Entity designated Tehum 41. Entity physically resembles a male human corpse in an advanced state of decomposition. With notable alterations to the physiology, most significant being a maximum height of approximately 64 meters from the surface of the water. Entity's body from waist down was submerged, and the presence of dozens of long, tentacular structures emerging from the entity's back and neck. Tehum 41 immediately engaged by patrolling Foundation naval assets. Entity inflicts significant damage upon engaging forces by lashing vessels with limbs and tendrils. Initial battle group is routed. No weapon deployed by Foundation forces able to inflict visible damage upon Tehum 41. Authorization of Erich Kegel-class tactical thermal nuclear cluster fire munitions requested and approved by SCP-NF Central Command, Tehum 41 neutralized. 107 Foundation casualties. Estimated $400 million in tactical assets lost, including seven ships and two aircraft destroyed. Entity found to possess unknown triple helical genetic structure. Analysis ongoing. This information protocol 3889 Green Flash enacted. In all other scenarios, SCP-3889 can be freely interacted with and has not posed a direct threat to Foundation personnel, save for the after-effects following a 3889 Tehum event. Interviews with SCP-3889 are possible, though it typically evades queries related to its anomalous properties. Most notable example follows. Date ██████, 2013 Interviewer ████, NTF Sigma-58 Agent Daniel Torres Interviewee, SCP-3889 Location ████, Waterside Marina, Chesapeake, Virginia, United States Foundation alerted by intercepted local police traffic concerning an elderly vagrant with a fishing pole loitering on the marina grounds. Video captured by Agent Torres is chest camera. Agent Torres approaches SCP-3889 from the rear. SCP-3889 is seated on the edge of a wooden boat slip at the far end of the marina, legs hanging towards the water. SCP-3889's fishing rod and tackle box are situated on the pier next to it. Hank? SCP-3889 turns slightly and regards Agent Torres briefly before turning back around. Well, hey there young lady, fine evening we got so far, huh? Agent Torres remains still, approximately 5 meters from SCP-3889. Um, yeah. I guess you could say that. Pause. Agent Torres begins to speak, but is interrupted by SCP-3889. Why don't you come and sit with me a bit? I'm not sure I should do that. Oh, come on. I barely got any teeth left. I can't bite ya. Old timers like me don't get to talk to pretty girls like you as often as you think. Come on, take a load off. We'll watch the sun go. Agent Torres hesitates, but is given authorization to engage by NTF Sigma-58 Central Command. She approaches SCP-3889 and sits on the pier next to it, approximately 1 meter away. Agent Torres is instructed to allow SCP-3889 to speak first, and as a result there is silence for the next 4 minutes and 22 seconds. You come to try to lock me up today? No Hank. Not today. Heh. Well, Roddy, and good thing too, I'd hate to have to leave right this second. My knees are killing something fierce. Pause. Can I ask you a question? Shoot. Are you aware of the fact that what you do sometimes hurts people? SCP-3889's size. It reaches into his jacket pocket and removes a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. It then lights a cigarette and draws once before continuing. Yeah, I know it. God damn it. SCP-3889 smokes silently for a short period of time, showing signs of mild emotional distress. I tried, darling, I really do. I go to lonely spots when I feel a bad one on the other end, but sometimes I just don't guess well enough or they trick me. I've never been a clever man, but across my heart, I ain't out to hurt no one. Honestly, God, sweetheart, I don't like it any more than you do. I like it best when it's right in the middle. Something amazing, but, you know, harmless. Like what I laid on that big-mouthed shark a while back. Heh. You see that big sucker? I think they put it in the papers. I did actually… the footage, at least. I don't really know how you were able to pull a basking shark out of a three-meter-wide estuary channel. Yeah, it's, uh, complicated, but hot damn if it isn't fun. Times like those are when I get to feel like a real man again. A little bit of pride. Give all the folks out there a show, a story to tell. Make them think about how beautiful the sea can be on the inside. Of course, I'm actually a big ol' cheater, but they don't have to know that, do they? Heh heh heh heh. If you know there's a risk, then why do you keep doing it? Wouldn't it ultimately be better to just… stop? Pause. SCP-3889 shakes its head. Much as I wish it was different, it doesn't work that way. First off, I'm a fisherman, ma'am. True, I've got an unfair advantage these days, but my catch is the meanest, nastiest, most twisted-up bunch of sons-of-bitches ever spawned, and it's this geezer giving them what for. I'm not one for tootin' my own horn, but honey, I'm the greatest goddamn fisherman I've ever lived. It's all I've ever done, and it's all I ever will be. If I give it up, I'll just be a dried-up ol' man that Death Forgot about, and secondly, I'll put it this way. As your boss came through that little gadget in your ear and told you to try to shit me right now, would you do it? Pause. SCP-3889 smiles during the silence. I… guess I would. Yep, you gotta do it, even if you don't like the way it tastes sometimes. And so do I. I was given a gift, or a curse, depending on how you will look at it. I gotta trick these bastards and catch them up, hook, line, and sinker, cuz for better or for worse, I'm the only one that can. It pains me to see people get hurt because of it, but I still gotta. I know you boys and girls in uniform are tough enough to wrangle them and put them in your place, and you do, every time. SCP-3889 looks towards the sun and grins. No matter what they think, we got tough and nail fighters in our little world, no mistake. And it makes me damn proud to see. I gotta keep fighting them, I just can't quit, neither can the rest of you. I gotta hook them, and you've gotta cook them. Heh. Who am I kidding? You're just gonna keep pecking me until I spill the beans. You wanna know why I can't ever, ever stop, and why you folks need to keep one good eye out as long as you can, till the very last man? Yes, we wanna know. SCP-3889 sighs. Because as heavy as our burdens is now, the ones I fish are just the babies. Addendum Continued observations of SCP-3889 have revealed that SCP-3897 has manifested within 15 kilometers of every 3889 teahum event recorded since 2012. When questioned about this, SCP-3889 commented, Yep, they're getting worse, and now she's watching me. SCP-3889 declined to elaborate before vanishing. Investigation of SCP-3889's correlation to SCP-3897, SCP-3983, and all related phenomena is currently underway.