The following note is the only recorded conversation with SCP-049.
"What is this place?"
"What? It's a labo..."
"A laboratory? It is quite marvelous. I now find it no wonder I've seen so few victims of the disease in here."
"Y...eah. You see, I'd thought you were incapable of speech. I'm somewhat startled you, um, can."
"Oh, my, yes, good sir. I simply prefer not to. Most victims of the disease are quite melancholy and do not react at all well to conversation. I have seen you several times now, and have not detected in the disease in you, therefore I assume you are also a doctor?"
"Yes, actually. Call me [REDACTED]... But what 'disease' are you talking about?"
"Why, good doctor, the Great Pestilence. What else?"
"Great pesti... Oh, the Plague. Should have seen that coming. But, no one here is infected, I assure you."
"Oh, good doctor, I can assure you, the Pestilence is here, and I can sense it. It is my duty in life to rid of it. My cure is most effective."
"Your cure? Your cure has cost us hundreds of lives! Your cure is faulty!"
"Good doctor, my cure is most effective."
Further attempts to speak with SCP-049 have failed.
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Something strange walked into Ponyville.
It walked on two legs, it wore a black cloak, and a strange mask.
It said it was a doctor for a sickness. And it's cure was most effective.
If it was true, they had to see.
"The patient is in here?"
"Yes. Please do what you can."
He pulled a black bag seemingly from nowhere.
"The Pestilence shall be stopped."
He stepped inside, and closed the door, and stayed.
And stayed.
And stayed for a while.
Then he came out.
"Finished. I assure you, it worked."
The pony was found dead, with a huge stitch in his abdomen. Some ponies still say he is walking around at night.
This living statue is capable of moving, speaking, shooting with its marble rifle, and having emotions.
The statue seems to act just like a human, although it doesn't need to eat, and other similar things.
The statue has a slight possibility to be released into the public.
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He suddenly found himself standing somewhere. He was just a second ago standing in that facility, then then he was here.
He found his legs, and step forward.
"Wh... Where am I? This isn't where my pedestal should be!"
He stepped down from his pedestal, and looked around. There was a town in the distance.
"I know I shouldn't, but I can't see the professors anywhere. I need to find out where I am."
He took a moment to memorize where the pedestal was, and then he began to walk towards the town. When he got there, however, there was no humans at all. In fact, he could easily tell he wasn't on Earth.
He was watched entirely as he walked through the town, hundreds of eyes staring up at him.
-Library-
"Send it to Celestia immediately. She needs to know."
"Yes sir, Twilight!"
"As of right know, I need to find this thing and ask it some questions."
As she ran out of the door, she saw the light gray creature walking down the street, looking very anxious.
"Hey, you!"
The creature looked towards her, slightly calmed.
"Me?"
"Yes, you. Come in!"
"Oh thank god, something here can speak!"
It quickly stepped into her library, and took a seat at a table.
"Is there something you need? I haven't seen a world like this!"
"I need to ask you some questions."
"Oh, go right ahead, then."
"What exactly are you?"
He looked down, sadden by the question, but answered anyways.
To be simple, a successful experiment with a microcomputer to upgrade its system and hardware to go along with time, becoming an A.I. with self-awareness to that of a human.
Upon viewing SCP-096's face, it will go into a emotional breakdown for about 2 minutes, and then chase down the one who viewed its face, until the target is killed.
This one should be contained at all times.
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-The Castle-
*creaking*
"Did you hear that? Sounded like a door."
"What could it be?"
*creaking*
"There it is again. I'll have to tell the Princesses."
"Ok. I'll stay here in case anything changes."
The other guard left into the castle, as the strange creaking continued.
"What could that possibly be?"
As it continued, he began to look around, checking every possible place it could have been coming from.
Then he found something sitting. It was creaking.
"Hello?"
No response.
"Are you alright?"
He walked up to it and saw its face. He wish he hadn't.
It began to rise up, making strange, yet sad noises as it began to have a breakdown.
"Please, come down!"
Then, nothing.
He died.
"It should be right-"
All 3 of them stopped in front of the torn body of the guard on the ground, with a blood trail leading to a sitting creature.
"I think I've seen this one. Uh... One-hundred seventy three."
"What?"
"They call it the Sculpture."
"What does it do?"
"They told me, that if no one is looking at it, it snaps their necks."
"That's... I need to tell the Princess. Too many bad things are happening this week."
"Good idea! I keep watch on it."
"Thank you. Come on, guys!"
As Civil knelt down to face level with it, he spoke to it.
"You think you're going to be breaking necks, well I don't think so. I could keep my eye on you all day, and even if I looked away, you can't break my neck. You're stuck."
As be glared at it, Twilight returned to his side.
"I sent the letter to her. She'll be here as soon as possible."
It says that this cat will bond with the closest living being (excluding plants), then resulting in the end either serious injury, or in most cases, death.
It is dangerous to have loose, as it reanimates approximately 24 hours after dying.
Do not trust it.
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"Hey there, little kitty. Are you lost?"
*meow*
"Dorian... Is your name Dorian?"
*meow*
"Come with me. I'll keep you safe."
*meow*
-Fluttershy's Cottage-
"You're soooo cute. I wonder who would have let you loose."
*purr*
"I hope they didn't forget you."
"*whisper* they're all dead."
"Wha...?"
*meow*
"Oh... I-I must be hearing things."
*manticore roar*
"Oh no, now there's a manticore! Things have just not been going my way!"
*meow*
"You say here, I'll take care of this."
Cats don't listen.
Dorian just ran right past her, and out the door.
"Oh no! Come back!"
When she got out, she saw Dorian just clawed by the manticore across the face.
"Ouch!!!"
When she looked back, Dorian and the manticore vanished.
One thing never found out that day, is where the claw marks come from.
Dr. Wondertainment is a mysterious character that had made many SCPs, and is never mentioned as a SCP himself.
This is when he came to Ponyville.
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"Who's that?"
"I don't know."
A strange unicorn stepped into town that day. They said his coat was light yellow, while his mane and tail was blonde. He wore strange clothes, and a top hat. He pulled along a large cart full of strange things.
Twilight wanted to speak with this strange character.
"Hello there. You must be new in Ponyville."
"Oh my, yes. I'm though just a traveler, and I walk these lands, selling strange, yet exciting items."
"Can I have a look?"
"Certainly. How about you look at 1224?"
"Why did you just call it that?"
"Because, dear, some scientist collected one of each of my products, and marked them by number, so I thought a great idea to say their numbers."
"Hmm. Ok then, lets see 1224."
"Aha! My very own Super Science Li'l Chemist Kit! Very interesting to the smart ones."
"It looks very confusing. Are you sure anypony will buy it?"
"They should."
"Well, I suggest you find another town, if that's all right."
"Oh, don't worry. I have no intentions of being here anyways. So long, then."
And the pony left. That was not the end of him, though.
For a few days, nothing out of the ordinary happened. But over those few days, Twilight noticed certain ponies were starting to look sick. She took notes on this.
First, their eyes began to turn white.
Second, they lost the ability of speech.
Then, they turned pale.
And last, they grown an extreme hunger to anything they can find.
"I noticed, Spike. And I'm keeping a close eye on it."
That's the day things got bad again.
It was within that moment, that Twilight saw one of the sick ponies bite other pony.
It was that moment that Twilight knew what had happened.
"They've turned into zombies! That's not possible! That's-"
The red-black ink used for SCP-012 is found to be actual blood.
Any contact with SCP-012 will cause the subject to use his/her own blood to try to finish the piece, then commit suicide saying it was "impossible" to finish.
Playing the music from SCP-012 is nothing but a jumbled of instruments, with no harmony or tune between them.
Avoid it with all costs.
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Something appeared in Everfree.
It was a piece of paper, written in red and black ink.
When Twilight got the news and found it, however, she found a dead manticore laying next to it.
Examining it, the only wound was in its wrist, and was self-induced.
It seemed it was writing it with its blood. Suicide.
She took it back to Ponyville, to find out more about it.
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When she got back, Rainbow Dash was in the library, looking for the next chapter.
"Hello, Rainbow Dash."
"Hey, what's that?"
"I have no idea, but I know it probably isn't safe."
"How do you know that?"
"A manticore attempted to write on it with its own blood, but died."
Twilight placed it on the table and sat down, joined with Rainbow Dash.
"So what does it say?"
Twilight just stared at it.
"It's some sort of music piece, but it's unfinished."
"Twilight... are you alright?"
"I... I have to finish it."
"Twilight, no!"
"It needs to be finished!"
"I'll finish it, then!"
She snatched the paper from Twilight, and ripped it to shreds.
