They say we create our own monsters. Alright, since you're here... why don't you try it? Imagine a repulsive, disturbing, chilling, and hostile creature. A being with an absolute contempt for life, killing and destroying everything in its path. Without dialogue, without peace, without mercy. Now, do you know the real problem behind this exercise? That the Foundation does not need to imagine such a monster. After all, it has things like SCP-058...
It's a bit uncomfortable to talk about SCP-058. Why? Well, in the first place, because it's a true killing machine. It has already killed more than 140 Class-D personnel, and 14 agents lost their lives during the capture, containment, and study of that... thing. Everything seems to indicate that the Foundation has learned its lesson, although it should be added that it learned it "too well." If SCP-058 ever escapes, you and I will be dead. Not because of what the creature might do to us, but because of the security mechanisms. Oh, by the way: did you know you're standing on a nuclear bomb...?
Don't worry, SCP-058 is very well isolated for now. Its "room" is a cube with 5 meters per side. The walls are three meters thick of pure heat-resistant steel, and there are another ten meters of concrete as additional protection. Maintenance rounds are carried out once an hour, and drop to 15 minutes when SCP-058 becomes active. But before that... I think I haven't even told you what it looks like, right?
What Does SCP-058 Look Like?
The appearance of SCP-058 is very similar to that of a bovine heart, with four legs and a tail that resemble those of a scorpion. Four tentacles of variable length emerge from its body, and they are covered in sharp spines. SCP-058 feels more comfortable using these tentacles as whips, reaching a considerable distance (the files talk about 3.2 meters), and more than 300 kilometers per hour in speed.
But it's not only fast when attacking, but also when moving. The Foundation recorded SCP-058's top speed at 90 kilometers per hour. Its acceleration is brutal, and it doesn't hesitate to use its tentacles to stabilize itself on both horizontal and vertical surfaces.
When the Foundation first encountered SCP-058, all doubts about its intentions were immediately dispelled. I'm afraid the details are classified, but SCP-058 attacked one of the Foundation's sites, and killed dozens of agents. Then it directed its fury toward a nearby town. Only those who were there know how many people died, and even so the Foundation erased many memories... but 70 percent of the buildings were destroyed. Apparently, its tail secretes a kind of fluid, an acid that ignites everything it touches.
How did they contain it? Luck. The first time, a giant piece of masonry fell on it. For three weeks it behaved like a mass of flesh that could barely move due to the damage to its body. When they tried to move it, SCP-058 managed to escape, and the only thing that could stop it was an agent driving an Abrams M1. Yes, it was necessary to run it over with a war tank. Now do you understand why there's a nuclear bomb under our feet?
But that's not all. You see... SCP-058 "speaks", without pause. We don't know how, and we don't know with what. Its body has nothing that would allow it to produce a voice. The Foundation records every word it says, always with a strange British accent that never changes tone. The worst part is that it makes no sense. It's a constant stream of strange metaphors and dark combinations that no one has managed to understand. Light, shadows, queens, saints, blood, children... it's horrible and fascinating.
That's all I have for you today, friend. The Foundation keeps terrifying things, and besides fulfilling that condition, SCP-058 is almost indestructible. Now go, and don't worry. I guess if something goes wrong, w... Wait. Can you hear that...?
… The nightmare is a dream for the nameless slug, wandering through the minefield and the remains of deer and kings…
… In seconds the sun is beating like drums in all the hearts that eat the ear of noise…
ENDLESS SUFFERING IS THE ANGUISH OF IGNORANT MEN WHO ALWAYS TRY TO SEEK THE DEPTH OF THEIR HEARTS AND ONLY SEE THE WEALTH OF A POOR WORLD, SUFFERING THE FLAYING OF THEIR OWN BACK WITH SILVER KNIFE WOUNDS AND BRUTAL GLEE…
CLASSIFICATION: KETER
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