Item #: SCP-████ Object Class: Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-████ is to be contained within a specialized containment cell at Site ███, equipped with Class-IV Reality Anchor Arrays to prevent manifestations of SCP-████-1 instances. Personnel assigned to SCP-████ must undergo psychological evaluation bi-weekly to ensure no latent influences from SCP-████ remain. Any instances of SCP-████ escaping must be reported immediately. Description: SCP-████, also known by the alias ᴄɪᴇʀʀᴀ ᴠᴇʀᴍɪʟ "ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀɴɪꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ," is a humanoid entity characterized by its ability to manipulate reality and time at will. SCP-████ possesses significant regenerative capabilities and the ability to create new bodies upon death, leading to an unprecedented challenge in re-containment efforts. Discovery: SCP-████ was first encountered during Operation ██████ at Location ████, where it demonstrated its reality-altering abilities when confronted by MTF agents. SCP-████ has since escaped containment, and various instances of manifesting within personnel have resulted in several casualties. Research Addendum ██-██: Following SCP-████'s escape, efforts have focused on understanding its abilities, particularly its capability to exist within the minds of individuals, rendering it nearly impossible to target or combat directly. --- Mobile Task Force Omega-11 Location: Site ███, Antarctica Objective: Re-contain SCP-████ The air in the command room was thick with tension, every second ticking away like an eternity. The screen flickered before Commander John Koldrick, illuminating the determined lines etched upon his face. A map of Site ███ lit up, dotted with markers indicating sightings—SCP-████’s last known locations. Paxton, a researcher, stood flanked by Dr. ████ Ramoness, nervously adjusting his glasses. "Commander Koldrick," Paxton called out, a tremor in his voice, "we’re picking up intense fluctuations in reality just beyond Sector 12. It could be her—SCP-████." Koldrick nodded, steeling his resolve. “We can’t let her get to the civilians. Assemble Omega-11 and prepare arch-foe neutralizers. We need to be ready for anything.” “Sir, we’ve had nothing but failures in subduing her in the past,” Dr. Ramoness ventured tentatively. “It’s crucial we understand the limits of her power. Last I checked, she can reverse cause and effect.” “Then we counter,” Koldrick replied, the fire in his eyes burning brighter. “Set up temporal displacers around the area. We’ll have to outsmart her or risk losing everything. We know she feeds on blood, keeping us alive gives us an edge.” A brief moment of silence engulfed the room as everyone absorbed the grim reality of the situation. They all knew what it meant if they failed to capture SCP-████. --- As the snowstorm raged outside, MTF Omega-11 boarded their snow trucks, each unit humming with barely contained energy. Koldrick took a moment, addressing his team—twenty-five steadfast agents, two trained anomalies, ready to march into battle. “Listen up! We’re heading into uncharted territory. Everyone knows what we're up against—an entity that bends the rules of our very existence. Keep the faith in each other; we’re strongest together. Remember the plan!” With a synchronized nod, they dispersed into their designated vehicles, the rumble of engines iconic against the howling wind. Koldrick took the lead, navigating through a labyrinth of brutal, white terrain to Sector 12. The temperature plummeted as they approached the source of the anomaly. --- It was then that they spotted her—ᴄɪᴇʀʀᴀ ᴠᴇʀᴍɪʟ stood regal and ethereal amidst a swirling distortion, a sinister silhouette against the chaos. Her presence twisted the landscape around her, bending trees like straw. Koldrick's breath caught in his throat; her beauty was disarming, but she radiated lethal intent. “Commander!” shouted Agent Leira, one of the anomalies, breaking his reverie. “She's manipulating the environment!" “Steady… steady!” Koldrick hollered. “Our purpose here is containment, not confrontation! Follow the established formations!” SCP-████ smiled, the motion unsettling as reality rippled around her. “Ah, the valiant Commander and his merry band of fools,” she purred, her voice smooth like honey. “You’re far too late. I’ve already claimed what I need.” Behind her, the air shimmered unnaturally, and an instance emerged—a ghostly figure echoing her features, matching her with a vial of blood clutched in its hand. Koldrick’s heart sank. “She's using the longer-range scrying: Attracting derivatives of herself. Focus fire on that avatar! No hesitation!” Koldrick ordered. A barrage of shots rang out, the gunfire audible over the raging storm. But as they struck, the figure dissipated into glittering shards, leaving behind an echoing laugh that forced a chill through them all. “She's toying with us, Commander!” one of the field operatives shouted, fear threading into his voice. Koldrick adjusted his grip on the rifle, frustration rising. “Activate the temporal displacers! Now!” --- As the devices sprang to life, the air thickened with energy. Koldrick adjusted his visor, tearing his gaze from the supernatural storm to recalibrate strategies. “Move in! Move in!” Koldrick shouted, ducking as a barrage of reality-bending blades sliced through the air, narrowly missing him. The air was impossibly heavy with sour, metallic traces—the aftermath of an attack that had almost claimed him. “I can’t hold her back, not without—” Leira shouted, but her words were drowned by a sudden explosion of sound. Beneath him, a ripple in time manifested, showing glimpses of light. SCP-████ laughed cruelly, the twisted echoes of the past reflecting her dominance. “The threads of fate are mine to weave, dear Commander! You stand no chance!” Ramoness, watching from behind Koldrick, gasped. “We need to sever her connection to the 12th dimension! Use the arch-foe neutralizers to disrupt her wards!” “Get the devices ready!” Koldrick barked. --- As Koldrick and Omega-11 fought valiantly, SCP-████ responded with an onslaught of reality-warping attacks, blood manifestations raining hellfire upon them. Koldrick felt the pulse of the fight; raw energy coursed through him as if picking up the soldados’ resolve. The displacers surged with power, illuminating the night with a brilliant, blinding light. Then it happened. Koldrick’s vision blurred, and for a heart-stopping moment, he was engulfed in darkness—reality folded, unfurled, and folded again before settling back into place. His heart raced, adrenaline pumping through his veins. When he opened his eyes, he was somewhere else; standing atop a mountain of snow, the sky lit up in strange hues. He gazed down upon SCP-████, who appeared disturbed for the first time. It was now or never. “Prepare to fire!” he yelled, taking aim with the arch-foe neutralizer. The air made room for the energy swirling in his hands, a concentrated blast made to disrupt SCP-████'s wielding of time and reality. --- But SCP-████ smirked, unfazed. In a flick of her wrist, Koldrick felt his power drained away like the blood of countless others that she had fed upon. “Goodbye, Commander,” she whispered, her face illuminated by the shimmering shards of time and space around her. And then she struck, a slash that tore through the air, and Koldrick’s world turned to chaos as he felt reality shifting again, swapping places, and before he knew it, he was on the ground, his body aching, struggling to regain balance. Beneath him, the world began to tremble as everything unraveled, shards of resentment piercing through the ground. Peering through the chaos, he saw SCP-████ laughing as she dissipated into the air, just as she had come. --- The storm subsided, but not without its scars. Koldrick aimed his device one last time as the remnants of SCP-████ echoed away, tauntingly faint. But hope faded quickly; her influence lingered in the air like a specter—a reminder of the failure that had unfolded. “Regroup,” Koldrick commanded hoarsely. “We’ve lost this battle, but we live to fight another day. Remember this moment. We will come back, we will find a way. This isn’t the end.” MTF Omega-11 bore the weight of failure, but deep in their hearts, flames of resolve flickered bright.* --- Outcome: Failed Re-containment of SCP-████. Consequences: Enhanced security protocols at Site ███, increased monitoring of personnel showing anomalous effects from SCP-████, and mandatory psychological counseling for MTF Omega-11 after the engagement.