 Item No. SCP-2133 Object Class, Euclid Special Containment Procedures A security perimeter must be maintained at a 10 km radius around SCP-2133, preventing access to and from the surrounding area. Guards are to be stationed along the perimeter at all times and are to maintain the facade of a Russian military facility. Any event of a security breach by civilians or hostile entities, lethal force is authorized. The remote nature of SCP-2133 ensures accidental discovery to be a rarity. Personnel are to be equipped with level A hazmat suits when exploring SCP-2133 and when interacting with its community. Description SCP-2133 is an unnamed village in the Northern Urals and has an estimated population of 50, although an exact number has been difficult to record. Various microbial pathogens have been discovered within the vicinity of SCP-2133, some of which were previously unknown. This has included Microbacterium lepre and M. laparotosis, the causative agents of leprosy, yourcine epestus in the form of pneumonic, septicemic, and bubonic plagues, salmonella enterica susp enterica, the causative agent of typhoid fever, influenza virus A, B, and C, vibrio cholerae, the causative agent of cholera, variola major, the causative agent of smallpox eradicated outside of SCP-2133 as of 1975. The inhabitants of SCP-2133 referred to as SCP-2133-1 display a relative resistance to disease. While symptoms develop as per ordinary disease progression resulting in disfigurement and debilitation, death is comparatively rare. SCP-2133-1 have shown themselves to be either unwilling or unable to leave SCP-2133. Genetic analysis has revealed significant inbreeding, although SCP-2133-1 had never been observed undergoing sexual reproduction while in containment. It is hypothesized that the diseases are a symptom of their primary anomaly and are not themselves anomalous. The most significant anomaly associated with SCP-2133-1 is the form of reincarnation. Deceased instances will rapidly decay, and, on the night of the first moon, are harvested from the fields of infants. SCP-2133-1 entities retain the memories and appearance of previous incarnations. Soil samples from the fields were found to contain embryonic fluid. SCP-2133-1 speak in an archaic dialect of Russian. Periodically willing to be interviewed, they commonly refuse to divulge substantial details about their history and traditions. Their lifestyle has been noted to be similar to that of 14th century peasant commune and display acute technophobia. Experts are believed to be illiterate, the village lacking books or any other use of written language. What is known about their culture and beliefs have been gleaned through behavior observation and a limited number of successful interviews. SCP-2133-1 refer to their religion as The Church of the Red Harvest, whose doctrine and mythology remain poorly understood. SCP-2133-1 tend to ignore Foundation personnel, displaying hostility only when their daily routine has in some manner been impeded. Personnel are able to enter and explore buildings without triggering a reaction from SCP-2133-1. The Church being the only known exception. All attempts to access the Church have produced violent encounters with SCP-2133-1 and SCP-2133-2, resulting in several fatalities via damaged hazmat equipment and, in the case of SCP-2133-2, strangulation and impalement. SCP-2133-2 are prehensile organic structures found throughout SCP-2133 and are dark red in color with a tentaculoid shape. SCP-2133-2 only appear to move to attack intruding personnel or to allow the entrance of SCP-2133-1 instances into the Church, which it completely engulfs. Tissue samples removed from SCP-2133-2 are genetically identical and closely related to Homo sapiens. SCP-2133-1 work the fields from dawn until dusk. As sunset, the entire SCP-2133-1 population will enter the Church, apparently depositing the day's harvest and residing within for approximately three hours before retiring home. SCP-2133-1 will then sleep until dawn, beginning the entire process over the next day. There has been no significant variation in routine throughout SCP-2133's containment history. SCP-2133-1's behavior has also included staring aimlessly for up to two hours, self-ambutation that gained greenish limbs and tumorous growth then deposited within the Church, and periodic often incoherent mutterings. Besides its anomalous usage, the fields are primarily used to grow turnips. As SCP-2133-1 cadavers fail to undergrow anomalous regeneration, fecal matter recovered from SCP-2133-1 entities suggests a high-protein diet despite turnips being their only apparent food source. SCP-2133 was discovered and contained on October 3, 1936 by Gru Division P. Control would be later transferred to the Foundation after the dissolution of the USSR in 1991. The documents suggest that Gru Division P. became aware of SCP-2133 after a pandemic in the region. Several villages were placed under quarantine, while proper procedures were established with the containment and research of SCP-2133. The outbreak is hypothesized to have begun when a returning mineral surveying team was exposed to SCP-2133, contracting local contagions. The surveyors would die, but not before inadvertently triggering an epidemic through contact with settlements as they journeyed south. Interviews Interviewed, SCP-2133-1-10, Eris-Dark, has the appearance of an elderly male, missing his left arm and much of his epidermis and undergone necrosis. Interviewer, Dr. Judith Lowe. Forward, first successful interview with an SCP-2133-1 instance, conducted in Russian and edited for clarity. Begin log. Hello. I would like to ask you a few questions. Speak your words. When did this begin? How far back are you able to remember? It was a time of czars and cons. Your condition. Does it hurt? Pain. Yes. Strife teaches. Ren sends from our bodies, prepares us for paradise, but paradise never comes. The re-burnt your people undergo. Can you explain it to me? This is the Church of the Red Harvest. We serve until the end, that is the terms of our agreement. Are the dead healed, or is it an entirely new body? The dragon slays itself, weds itself, impregnates itself, that is what she taught us. The covenant must not be broken. We are devoured, and the land regurgitates us renewed. Why do you continue to do this when you obviously suffer? There is no choice. The land calls. We answer. Nothing ever changes. Let me rephrase the question. How did you come to be in such a state? The priestess came to our village. This was many deaths ago. She offered us a place in paradise, as long as we served until the end. She said the end would be soon, but it has been so long. We are so very tired. Is this hell? That we failed the great one somehow? Winter after winter. We tried to keep count, but the number grew too large. Have we been forgotten? No, no. Must not doubt. The Church of the Red Harvest is truth. There is no other. End log. Closing statement. Subject quietly wept and was unwilling to continue. A soil sample from the fields was retrieved and delivered for analysis. Interviewed SCP-2133-1-26 Anya has the appearance of a female 6 to 8 years of age. Interviewer Dr. Judith Lowe. Forward, second successful interview with a resident of SCP-2133, conducted and rushed in and edited for clarity. Begin log. Greetings, we do not intend you harm. Would you be able to tell us about your community? You don't belong here, leave. I am afraid that is something we cannot do. You look ill. We can provide medical and if you cooperate, you are not of the Covenant. You would never understand. I am trying to understand, please. What Covenant do you speak of? A packed sign in blood. Our redemption. Our curse. We serve until the end of all things. Would you tell us about your religious beliefs? Beliefs are for the unsure. Beliefs are for outsiders. For the heathens who neglect the old ways, we know. Then could you at least explain the significance of the Church? Food is brought inside but we have never seen it removed. A communal meal perhaps? You should not be watching us. You will never understand. This is the land where gods of rust and blood come to die. That doesn't answer my questions. A tone suggestive of annoyance. The Church was here long before the village, a church of stone beneath the earth. It is sacred. A church of wood was built atop it, for the heresy of the cross, before we embrace the true faith. The carcest alka will enlighten you. You are only alive because she has chosen to let you live. Serve who? You speak of a god or… our immortal father, sorcerer king of the Atatum. You cannot know his love. Leave. The Church of the Red Harvest is not for your kind. Please cooperate. Just answer one last question. This village. Does it have a name? SCP-2133-1-26 bomb it's a black viscous liquid. I'll see about getting you medical attention. We'll speak again when you're feeling better. End log. According statement, a greater success than originally anticipated. A sample was gathered from the MSS and delivered for analysis. Research will be done to see if SCP-2133-1-26's comments coincide with any known religion or cultural tradition. This region has a history of producing and protecting unorthodox sects. I strongly advise that we enter the Church. The Foundation should be able to subdue the SCP-2133-1 population without much difficulty. Exploration Mobile Task Force Beta-7, Mass Hatters, was able to subdue SCP-2133's denizens without casualties to Foundation operatives or SCP-2133-1 entities. An exploration team composed of 12 MTF-Beta-7 operatives were equipped with head-mounted radios, video recorders, Type-B hazmat suits, and cylinders containing uncontaminated air, three-hour supply. After significant incendiary damage, SCP-2133-2 tendrils receded into the soil. Within the Church were several fetishes, fashioned from bone and leather, and organic material, later identified as tumorous masses, hung by iron hooks and chained to the ceiling. Discovered at the center of the building with a large fissure, the entrance to a system of caverns beneath SCP-2133 and later determined to extend well into the nearby mountains. Several organisms, since classified as SCP-2133-3, were discovered to are approximately 25 minutes of exploration. Due to their size and unwillingness to leave, MTF-Beta-7 terminated a single instance of SCP-2133-3 and retreated for autopsy. Mass 181.437 kg Height 270 cm Age Unknown Cause of Death Head Trauma Stomach Contents Brassica Rapa Susp-Rapa Also known as the White Turnip Details Subject displays an overgrowth of fatty tissue and bone, as well as gross physical reconfiguration. Organs are swollen and flesh shows evidence of repeated incision and regeneration, possibly harvested from meat. Tattooed to the epidermis of the left forelimb is the letter P crossed with a sickle and hammer. A common tattoo for opportunities of the now defunded Gru Division P. After depositing the deceased SCP-2133-3, the expedition team replaced their air canisters and returned to the mission. At approximately 15 minutes of uneventful exploration, video and radio contact were lost without any sign of struggle. Video contact would be re-established for approximately six hours of silence. Video feed remained disabled. Is anyone receiving us? Oh God, please, somebody answered me. Felsenstein? We lost you hours ago. Where's Myers? We need a status update. Dead, I think. I've been alone for a while now. It got pretty ugly. They're all dead. They're gone. That was a scream, I think. Maybe something allowed? I felt my bones vibrate. Briggs. Oh God. Oh God. Something got him. We tried to pull it off. Looks like I don't know. It was long. No idea how long. Slippery and… and… I saw a grown man pulled into a tiny hole. I'm a coward. I left him behind. They were trained for combat. You weren't. You did what you had to do. Any estimate of where you are. We can send reinforcements. No. Oh God. Please don't. I'm nothing but a walking corpse. I slipped into a crevice. I think I broke my ankle. Suit tore. The air. It set my lungs on fire. I'm bound to be riddled with every disease in this awful shithole. Try to pull yourself free. Don't let the others die in vain. You can still retrieve data for us. Give us a better understanding of the threat. Yeah. Yeah. I owe him that much, don't I? I'll give it a try. Okay. One. Two. Three. Fumbling and audible. Fuck. Stash report. I'm wedged deeper. Too much slime. Too slick to get a grip. I slip any further and I'll be crushed. Sound is struggling. Heavy breathing. There is a crack and a quick grasp for air. I'm free. Can't feel my legs. Everything else hurts like hell. But I'm free. Tell me what you see. I'm really going to die down here, aren't I? I'm at the edge of some kind of chasm. I can't see the bottom. This place goes deep. I think we might have ended up in or under the mountain. The smell is putrid. My eyes. My skin. Everything burns. I think it's the slime. Like rubbing a lie in an open wound. I'm glad you're able to stay relatively calm. There's still a chance we'll get you out of there. I've never felt pain like this. Never been this close to death. Nothing left to lose though, so nothing left to fear. Doesn't stop the pain. We're getting reports of hostiles on our end. Looks like there was some SCP-2133-1 we failed to properly secure. Nothing we can't handle. Going to keep crawling along, I guess. I'm heading down there. There's no hope for me anyway. I'll tell you what I see. Maybe I'll be enough to convince the O5s to raise this place. Things are getting bad topside. We've got hundreds of presumed SCP-2133-1 coming from the mountains. We're evacuating. Keeping this channel open. Everything is being recorded. Describe what you see. We'll be back with reinforcements. Understood. I have my orders and you have yours. Get speed and get the hell out of here. I'm… I'm sorry. We had no idea. You have your orders. Site command remains online despite evacuation. Recording continues. Five minutes of heavy breathing, coughing and vomiting. I've descended into the chasm, coughing followed by heaving. The yellow fog is thick. The stone is warped and porous, like the inside of a hive. I can't feel anything anymore. Don't think I've much time. There are eggs. Hundreds. Maybe more. Hard to see from the floor. I see mounds of meat where creatures about… about… about the size of cats seem to be feeding. They have bodies like grubs, faces like a human infant, about the same size too. They don't notice me. Or maybe they just don't care. I can't look at those faces anymore. Too close to human. Too close. There is some sort of structure. Looks like a temple. Architecture like nothing I've seen before. It's black. Polished yet sharp. The angles. The angles hurt to look at. Don't work right. Why am I still moving? Why? I'm being dragged. Roots, tentacles, tendrils, whatever. They caught me. I'm completely numb. Didn't even notice. The gasses. The slime. Bleeding out too. I can see it. Just a trail of blood. Just a… didn't even… didn't… why? Why? They've not tore me apart yet. Why? Kill me! Just kill me and get it over with! Shits between frantic screaming and incoherent mumbling. There are more down here. More dirty peasants. No. Not like the others. Not sickly and weak. They are strong. They watch me. Watch me as I'm dragged along. Staring at me with their dead fucking eyes. Fuck. Fuck all of you. I can't. I can't breathe. I can't feel. What does it want? What does it want? An angel. I see an angel. She embraces me with her thousand wings. So beautiful. So… she is… she's bringing me to her… to her bare breasts. I… I… a rustling noise, possibly the sound of hazmat suit and its equipped radio being removed. Connection lost. End log.