Jargon: memetic= mind altering
Anesthetics- memory whiping drugs

_____-------_____scp entry starts with:addendum 1: taskforce finding this man with his eyes drilled out and his brain unraveled and stretched out

( [They recreate the conditions with a d-class -murder rapist of 3- to conduct interviews] [the interviews conducted fluctuate between several personality's. The D class , the artifact, the doctor who left the note, and the mind of the first victim.] [The doctor spirals into an obsessive need to create the room from the vision by sacrificing several people and rebuilding the hallway. The camera feed from site 324 shows Several employees go along in single file into a room where ___ is operating on them with the old timey drill. They seem willing and none take any form of anesthesia.

Meanwhile in other parts of the site staff are seen organizing the destruction and reconstruction of several walls. Medical equipment such as [(cots)] and tools are shown being set up and covered in human skin and bones. The construction crew seem to make complicated measurements before surgically cutting each other apart and using their own bones to craft medical beds and their skin to drape curtains.

After the construction efforts, the staff line up outside a room where the site overseer waits with scp-___. He drills into their cranium and pulls out their brain matter in strains. He then stitches the strains into the missing parts of the staff's still living body's until the staff resemble the featureless grey creatures from subject 0s dreams.

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SCP Xxxx (The Medical Artifact)

Containment Class - Euclid. Pending increase to keater or decrease to safe after three months review.

Procedures - Four guards in two shifts are to be replaced and anethisised weekly. Artifact is currently kept in an 80lb lead box with no openings at site [redacted]. Petitions for a memetic-proof container have been denied as SCP ×××× seems dormant. If SCP ×××× becomes active, all affected individuals are to be treated with anesthetics or terminated, depending on the level of exposure.

Description-
SCP Xxxx is and old trepanation drill used in medieval era medical practices. The drill bit is iron with various spots of a brass pentina and brown rust, giving the drill bit an almost camouflaged pattern of old metal colors. The handle is an oak knob that has just entered a state of decay. A single patch of mold has started growing on the top of the handle and a crack runs down one side.

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Addendum 1: (From the visuals of Taskforce Sergent K_____'s bodycam)(full names have been redacted to protect individual identities)

Private J_______ stood to the side of the door and swung a handheld battering ram. It struck the door just beside the top hinge and popped the fastening loose with ease. He swung again, this time at the bottom hinge, and the door slid halfway in. Private J_______ steps away, and the camera shows Sergent K_____ lift his Assault rifle-shotgun hybrid and his foot simultaneously as he kicked the door from its last thread of life.

He entered swiftly, straight down the hallway with his eyes never leaving the darkness ahead. He had no reason to check the rooms to his left or right, because he trusted the team behind him to clear those rooms. They broke off in turn, but K_____ moved forward with his gun raised. A moan echoed towards him. It projected equal parts pain and blissful accomplishment. The hairs on the Sergent's arm rose, and his blood froze, but his feet carried him fearlessly.

His movement only faltered to a when he reached the living room. A dark shape filled the wall of the darker room. One of his team came up behind him to declare, "all clea..."

It wasn't until the rest of the team added their lights to the mix that the Sergent's bodycam picked up the sight that the taskforce saw.

The carpet was stiff and sticky from a puddle of blood that filled the room from the far wall to the Sergent's boots. Strings of unraveled brain were stuck to the walls in a dozen places, but all ropes crossed the room to a place at the end of the room where a figure sat slumped against the wall. Sgt K______ approached slowly beteen the lines of brain matter until it became clear that the ropes originated from a hole in the found persons eye socket.

The human form held a notebook in one hand and SCP-XXXX in the other, and he spoke through maniacal laughter.

"You're here. He told me you would come. We have ascended to combine my mind with this world. Perfection... it only hurts at first, Sergent. Join us in bliss!"

At this point, Sergent K______ raised his gun, but the site overseer spoke through his headset, "Stand down, Sergent. If he is no threat, we secure the anomaly."

"Are you seeing the same thing I am?"

"Yes, and we can build a perimeter and study the anomaly."

"The anomaly is a human."

"Do not fire, Sergent! That is an order!"

At this point, the Sergent turns his bodycam away from the anomaly, yells an obscenity, and fires his gun.

"It lunged for me, sir."

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Addendum 2:(a note on the discharge of Sergent K______, written by overseer T______ of site_184___.)

I reiterated to Sgt. K_____ that our mission is to secure, contain, protect; not destroy, destroy, destroy. Every anomaly has the potential to be something safe, thaumual, or even beautiful like the one he almost ruined. The proper protocol for a potentially traumatizing and/or wrongful murder is a week of paid suspension and a month of psychiatric check ups, however I told Sergent K_____ to expect to be terminated as soon as he returns.

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Addendum 3: The written notes from subject 0, the human male found and terminated by taskforce [redacted]:

I don't know what came over me. I've never stolen anything in my life, not even as a kid. Every child inevitably steals a snack or a toy, but I swear I never did, not a nickles' worth! That night, I lifted a glass cube from a podium at the Brooklyn Medical Museum and stuffed what was underneath into my coat. It was an old timey skull drill. The kind that looks like a woodworking instrument and requires copious amounts of cranking.

Now that I'm alone in my room with the twisted piece of metal, I can feel pressure building in my head. I need release. My mind needs room to expand. My brain needs room to pulsate. Fresh air, fresh air for my brain.

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I could tell that I was slipping into some kind of madness last night, so I locked the item in a chest and went to bed. I had a dream, though.

A horrific dream where something calls to me from the end of a corridor. Near the middle of the corridor is a fellow adorned in the thinnest tattered rags. His skin is full of openings that have no end. Like a beehive that has gone all rotten and grey. As if his pores stretched far beyond microscopic. The only feature left on his face was a sliver of an eye. Like a cresent moon peeking at me with half of a dull blue iris.

The strange man opens his arms as if for a hug and from his many enlarged pores, grey webs of flesh slouch to the ground and shoot to the ceiling. They stick to everything and pull the figure into the air like a hanged ragdoll. The webs of flesh fill the room until the straight stone hallway is a maze of brain matter.

The smell was almost clean. Like the sickly sweet smell of rot, except clean. Alive. The maze unsettled me at first, but what could I do except walk it. The more I walk, the more I smell, the more I glimpse the floating ragdoll just around every corner; the more I recognize that it is not unnatural. It is simply so extraordinarily natural. The most natural thing there is!

Sometimes, the corridors open up to a memory. A memory left imprinted on the tool. Hospitals with gurnies rolling by, curtains blocking rooms with patients half hidden, rooms full of vials and bottles. All seen through the lens of the old tool locked in my closet.

Imagine having no senses at all, yet being able to perceive the world all the same. Everything is grey and porcelain. All the tool has ever known is bone and nerves. The nurses pushing patients by have no faces, neither do the patients watching from beds made of bone behind curtains made of nerves.

Sometimes, they look at me with a scar in the bone or a gap in their webbing, but never with real eyes, because the tool doesn't know what eyes are.

You must think me mad. I certainly did, but I see it now. What I am supposed to do, how I must ascend. I will use the drill to free my mind, to stretch my brain out over the surface of this world like the gray matter from my dreams.

Tonight, I pierce the skin of my dull blue eyes and teach the drill something new. This way, both of our worlds benefit.

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Addendum 4: (from recovered video and audio tapes taken from site ___)

10/21/19XX- some staff seems to obsess over the artifact to the point of lining up outside the observation room and staring at it

10/22/19XX- the site overseer can be seen tinkering with a device that we now know to be a computer that emits an EMP pulse every hour. Some of the staff are seen cutting the phone lines and locking doors. They take control of the main security room and apply[emp protection])

10/23/19XX- Unaffected staff members can be seen banging on the locked doors as they are subdued by dead eye scientists in labcoats and dragged to the room containing SCP-XXXX. They are locked inside for several hours before anything significant happens. One of the staff is seen standing up and slowly walking to the podium with SCP-XXXX. He tries to lift the medical drill to his temple and begin turning the crank, but is promptly tackled by another staff member who turns the drill on himself. He lays over on the podium and drills strait into his forehead. Once a hole is made to look like a third eye, the staff member drops the artifact and balances on the podium in a spread eagle position. The rest of the staff follow suit in performing various surgical procedures on themselves and each other.

[Different cranial surgeries][research]

10/24/19XX- Several staff members file into the containment room of SCP-XXXX and begin removing brain matter from the incapacitated staff members who were locked in overnight. It appears every subject is alive and conscious during the procedures. The first staff member who had drilled directly into his forehead, was flayed of all skin which was wrapped around the podium he was draped over. Then, the muscles were used to tie the skin to the podium. His brain was pulled out through his forehead and unraveled into a web-like material to be stretched to the roof and stuck in place. To spare the details of the next few days, similar procedures were done to several staff members until the entire northern wing of site ___ was covered in human remains. The resulting space resembled the hospital in subject 0's dream.

Video attachment: [redacted]

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Addendum 5- (Debriefing after the incident at site___)

Testing has proven that the artifact has gone into a dormant state. It can not be ruled out that anomalous effects could return. However, the new site overseer seems to think that the artifact is done after realizing its dream. Before Sgt. ___ was anethisised, he told researchers that he thinks it's just dreaming a new dream. He also said that a corner of his brain itched terribly. A corner that can't be scratched or scrubbed.

The Ethics Committee has pardoned Sergent ____ of any charges related to Scp-xxxx up to the date of [redacted].

Addendum by Lvl 5 council member O-[redacted]:

Upon learning of this item and reading this file, I have expedited the pending reviews. It was clear to me that the procedures were very dismissive. SCP-XXXX was not in a dormant state and was actively affecting the agent writing this file as well as Sergent K_____.

A memetic-proof container has been approved and implemented. The containment class will remain Euclid pending another review. All in contact have again been anethisised, as will I be at 02:43 on XX/XX/XXXX. I will have passed the details of this file to myself through a delayed email set to arrive a month from XX/XX/XXXX.