Item #: SCP-3812 Object Class: Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3812 is to be contained within a 10m x 10m x 10m containment chamber at Site-██. The chamber's walls are to be made of reinforced Kevlar composite with a 3-meter dead space between the internal chamber and external walls to limit SCP-3812's reality-warping capabilities. Access to SCP-3812 is strictly limited to Level 4 personnel and above, who must submit to psychological evaluations prior to and following interaction with the entity. Any testing must be approved by a Site Director. In the event of a containment breach, Mobile Task Force Alpha-9 ("The Reality-Breakers") is to be deployed immediately, with the priority of re-establishing containment and minimizing civilian casualties. Any instances of SCP-3812 attempting to escape are to be reported immediately to Site Command. Discovery: SCP-3812 was first discovered in ███████, when reports of "constant reality shifts" and "unexplainable phenomena" flooded local authorities. MTF Alpha-9 responded to the situation, leading to the recovery of SCP-3812 via an operation that included significant collateral damage. Foundation agents witnessed SCP-3812's unique nature firsthand as multiple parallel realities began manifesting in the surrounding area. Following the successful containment, SCP-3812 was transferred to Site-██. Research: Due to SCP-3812's unique and immensely complex nature, research is ongoing. Researchers report that SCP-3812 exhibits alternate personalities that influence its behavior. These personalities have been identified as "The Trickster," "The Guardian," and "The Herald," each representing different facets of memes and narratives from across multiple realities. Addendum 3812-1: Incident Log On ██/██/20██, SCP-3812 breached containment following a psychological breakdown of personnel due to extensive exposure during testing. Security footage shows SCP-3812 warping reality and creating illusory duplicates of itself. Containment was then reestablished using specialized memetic resistance procedures. --- The Return of SCP-3812 The video feed flickered ominously as Sam Howell, or SCP-3812, stared back at Agent A through the glass, his appearance kaleidoscopic, shifting through countless interpretations of self. The atmosphere around him hummed with latent chaotic energy, bending at the seams of reality. A felt a shiver down their spine. “Dr. ████, are you sure you want me to engage with him again?” A asked warily. They stood under the sterile lights of the containment wing, flanked by armed security and Dr. ████, a bespectacled researcher with disheveled hair. “We don't have a choice, Agent A. If SCP-3812 has escaped and enters the wider world, the consequences would be catastrophic. We need to find a way to contain him before he breaks free of Site boundaries," Dr. ████ said tersely, adjusting his glasses. "Besides, the personalities manifest differently. If we can evoke a measure of cooperation—” “Cooperation?” A sneered. “You’ve seen what happens when that thing gets bored. Remember the last incident? It took weeks to rebuild the containment protocols.” “But this time is different. With Anafabula on the loose too—” “Who?” A felt the heat rise in their voice. “You’re expecting me to reason with a cosmic disaster while we have an uncontrollable narrative entity wandering around? It’s madness!” “What’s madness is losing another SCP. We’ve lost too many already. You know we’re scraping the bottom of the barrel here. This is our final chance.” A took a deep breath, the tension curling in their gut. They had seen the aftermath of SCP casualties. The chaos, the broken strings of reality. Every single day they fought against the impending doom marked by the existence of entities like Sam Howell. With sheer reluctant resignation, A summoned their courage. “Alright, I’ll talk to him, but you’d better have backup ready.” Dr. ████ nodded nervously as the security team prepared for the delicate endeavor. A stepped up to the containment chamber door, taking a moment to steel their mind and push aside their fear. The reality-warping presence felt oppressive, cutting against the dull efficiency of the containment protocols. “Well, look who decided to drop by,” SCP-3812’s voice resonated, a chorus of tones layered with metaphysical amusement. It grinned, every iteration of 'itself' flaring behind its being, all swirling in a vibrant display. “Cut to the chase, Sam,” A said, clenching their fists. “You’ve made a mess of things. We need to talk about getting you back into containment.” “Containment? That sounds so… confining,” it replied, spinning ominously in mid-air, as bright anomalies flickered and fizzled into non-existence. “Besides, why would I want to go back? It gets boring in there. No plot twists, no heroes, and definitely no good stories.” A took a calculated step closer, hearing the monitors hum with activity. “What if I told you this isn’t the place for you to be? Out there—” A gestured to the world beyond the glass, “It wouldn’t be a conduit for your whims. There are countless realities, and you have a role in them. But believe me, serving your narration isn’t one of them.” The entity paused, a glimmer of intrigue sparking amidst its myriad expressions. "You think playing the role of a hero is good enough for someone like me? It’s like tossing a deck of cards into the void. Always a chance, but no guarantee they’ll fall where they should.” “The world is not your playground, Sam. You’ve crossed lines you can’t fathom, disrupting everything. We’re trying to save everything here, including you.” "A heroic plea? I never knew you cared!" His laughter was unsettling, shifting reality as it resonated through the air. Before A could respond, the alarms blared. “SCP-2747 detected! Breaching containment!” The sirens filled the air while the screens flickered, and the visage of SCP-3812 wavered. “Seems your time is running out, Agent. I don’t think containment will hold for long!” The cheerful chaos warped around them, creating illusory echoes of past moments. “No!” A called out, fear anchoring deep as they realized the surge of energy was the precursor to SCP-2747’s emergence. A turned to Dr. ████, dread pooling inside. “We need to act now! It’s going to bring down everything!” With a booming crash, SCP-2747, the Lady of the Black Thorns herself, surged forth—an embodiment of narratives and realities shattered by her presence. Her form shifted like dark light, altering the atmosphere around SCP-3812. “Ah, sister.” Her voice rang with the resonance of horrors untold. “You’ve stirred things to be just right for me today. Nice to meet you, SCP-3812.” In the chaos that followed, A felt inexorable dread wash over them. The vibrant clashes of power hung gleefully in the air, while the universe itself strained against the conflict unfolding. “Agent, focus!” Dr. ████ beckoned, but chaos spun louder. “I can't contain both!” A screamed, feeling trapped in the swirling chaos, their mind racing for a solution as cracks widened in reality. Too late. Too late to reason. The conflict roared, and SCP-3812 vanished into a multitude of echoes, intertwining with the abyss of SCP-2747’s form—the Lady of the Black Thorns. Entropy reigned, pouring reality into silence. Outcome: Mission Fail Consequences were immediate. A was demoted following the breach, facing disciplinary hearings for their inability to contain SCP-3812 amidst the chaos, and allowed only limited access to Foundation resources. SCP-3812 remains at large, and SCP-2747’s emergence continues to disrupt baseline reality beyond containment.