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Częstochowa, POLAND
- OUTSKIRTS OF SITE-120 INTERDICTION ZONE -
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STRUCT 01
..were the embossed words Director Alistair Vemhoff could make out on the dark, wet concrete wall next to him. Without the torchlight to aid him, it would be the only thing visible.
Laid out before him, and after him, was a long, unforgiving concrete passageway — occasionally bending a few degrees, occasionally descending or ascending by way of several tiny steps — but it remained the same throughout. It was narrow and hostile, only affording him the minimum necessary space needed to traverse it further.
Sounds echoed unnaturally far, before bouncing back to whence they came. The only sounds bouncing back to Vemhoff, however, were his distorted footsteps, as well as some that resembled deep, distant churning; perhaps the thundering rain above-ground.
This place, whatever it was, began at the bottom of a tufty off-green hill, at the edge of a brambly forest, nearly beyond Site-120's reach. A corrugated steel door (though it more closely resembled a tall hatch) filled an adit at the base of the hill. Vemhoff had found it chained up, and bolted shut. Placed meaningfully close to the hill, perhaps a quarter-mile away, was a deteriorated, bleak-looking storage shed — once an insignificant node in Site-120's widespread above-ground storage network. It had at one point contained a batch of prototype reality anchors; nowadays the building sat hollow, decaying in silence.
The passageway Vemhoff silently scurried along, however, appeared considerably older. Scratch marks, imprints, pieces missing, exposed pipes — if any wood had been placed here at the time of construction, it would now have rotted. And still, portions of the structure were distinctly clean. It was as if someone had been coming back every now and then, fixing the place up somehow. Wiping off the dust. Moving shattered architecture to one side to allow for safe passage in the dark. Vemhoff turned, and
A door.
A black, glossy placard beside it read:
01-ZETA
135 M
He was not sure whether to continue.
SCP-6265.
| ASSIGNED SITE | SITE DIRECTOR | RESEARCH SUPERVISION | ASSIGNED TASK FORCE |
| Protected Area-██ | N/A | N/A | N/A |
SC. PROCEDURES: SCP-6265 is presently stored at the bottom of a hyper-dense temporal containment well, in the outer regions of Protected Area-██, and will not — under any circumstances — be relocated.
Examination of SCP-6265's inner functions, if such functions exist, is strictly disallowed. This will remain disallowed until such an event occurs, and is subsequently recorded.
DESCRIPTION: SCP-6265 is a 2.5m x 2.5m tesseract-shaped fluorescent glass structure, apparently maintained by the Foundation for an extended period of time. No sufficient records exist of its recovery, analysis conducted upon it, testing or experimentation involving it, nor any quantifiable mention of its existence — except within the circumstances of this document, and closely-associated documents.
Despite this fact, the latest cross-reference investigations posit that SCP-6265 is not counterconceptual, but instead manipulates the flow of local time via as-of-yet unknown means. No attempts to assess this property in detail have yet occurred. No recorded evidence of such a property exists beyond the confines of this document.
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