Item #: SCP-7663
Object Class: Pending
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7663 is currently being held in Lab ██ located in the ████ wing of Site ██. A standard human containment cell has been prepared, furnished with a bare minimum of items (a twin-sized bed, a 1 meter tall table, and separate bathroom facilities). The walls and door of the cell have been lined with ███ meters of lead, and one (1) armed guard will be stationed outside the door (composed of solid steel) at all times.
Notice: These containment procedures are subject to change as new information regarding SCP-7663 presents itself.
Description: SCP-7663 is a female quadruped life form, bearing a loose resemblance to standard equines, and measuring approximately 1 meter tall, 1.2 meters long (not including tail), and with a horn protruding from its forehead, measuring 15 centimeters long. SCP-7663 is covered in pale blue, uniform fur, with the exception of a marking on the creature's flanks, depicting a stylized wand trailing a sparkly aura (See image 2). The SCP's facial features are remarkably human-esque, though they are still distinctly equine in nature. Its dental structure appears to be herbivorous in nature, but this is currently unconfirmed. SCP-7663 has a silver-blue tail and
hair mane, which was reported as "unusually soft". Likewise, the creature's fur has proven to be softer than any other creature observed before.
Blood testing of SCP-7663 has shown that its DNA structure shows remarkable resemblance to both human and equine DNA, but is otherwise unique in its structure. This does not appear to be the result of genetic tampering, but rather a natural evolution. The implications of this are currently unknown.
The creature's horn is not quite sharp enough to puncture skin, unless sufficient force is applied. However, traces of what appears to be Beta and Gamma radiation, albeit slightly different, have been detected emitting from the horn. While researchers were immediately evacuated from the room upon their discovery, no effects have emerged from exposure, ill or otherwise.
SCP-7663 was recovered following the brief containment breach of SCP-████. Agent ███████ located SCP-7663 just outside of the nearby forest, unconscious. Since containment, the SCP has remained in its comatose state, though it is still showing signs of life.
As it is unknown whether or not SCP-7663 will pose a threat upon awakening, MTF ██████-7 "██████████████████" have been placed on standby.
Addendum 7663-1: Researcher K████████ has reported that SCP-7663's appearance exactly matches that of ███████████████, a character from the children's cartoon "M█ L█████ P███: ███████████████". Field agents have been dispatched to question the writers at █████████, including ██████████████. In the mean time, any researchers who are to study SCP-7663 are to be screened for their involvement with the show's fandom, known as "███████", before being granted permission for research.
Note from Site Director A████: I have an idea on how exactly to test both the behavior and anomalous properties of SCP-7663. One of the more recent D-Class here are due for their first monthly amnesiac/termination. I suggest that we up the dosage of amnesiac, such as to remove any memory of the Foundation itself, and then put both the D-Class and SCP-7663 into the same room, to discover each other upon awakening. This will give us an impression on how the creature would react to human life outside of... well, being its captors, I suppose. Anyway, I am formally requesting to begin such an experiment as soon as we are able.
Note from O5-██: Granted, but with the condition that ███████████ █████████████████████████████ ██████████████ ███████████████████████, so that █████████████████████████████ ██████████████ ████████████████.
Researchers: Dr. R██████, Dr. K█████, Dr. Sm███, and Dr. St█████
Subjects: SCP-7663 and D-4████
SCP-7663 and D-4████ (hereafter referred to as the Subject) will be placed into containment together, after the latter was rendered unconscious by a boosted amount of administered amnesiac.
Under orders from O5-██, neither SCP-7663 nor the Subject will be directly interacted with by any Foundation personnel whatsoever. Hidden cameras placed around the containment room will allow for covert observation of the two.
In the event of a risk of a containment breach from SCP-7663, gaseous █████████ will be administered to the room, with the purpose of forcing them out of consciousness. Should this fail to incapacitate SCP-7663, then [DATA EXPUNGED]
At █:██ PM, both SCP-7663 and the Subject are brought into the room, where they remain unconscious for █ hours.
At █:██ PM, the Subject is the first to awaken.
Everything was pain.
Not excruciating pain, like he had just woken up in the middle of a surgery, but rather a constant aching that was present to his very bones, like he had done something incredibly stressful the day before.
As the man searched his memories, he found that he could barely remember anything. Startled, he sat up slowly, taking in his surroundings.
It was a simple little room, with dull, grey walls. From where he was sitting, a thick metal door could be seen at one end of the room. Next to him was a simple wooden table, with two equally simple wooden chairs pulled up to it.
These surroundings didn't do anything to bring back his mysteriously missing memory. He put his head in his hands, both to nurse a headache and to try and remember something, anything, about who or where he was.
Unfortunately, everything just came as a painful blur. The only thing that seemed to stick out was a single name:
Even though it was only soft enough that he could hear, the sound of his own voice still helped to calm him down tremendously. He still wasn't even sure if that was his own name, or someone else's, but it probably wouldn't hurt to use it for himself for the time being.
Behind him, Flynn heard someone stirring, and after getting to his feet, he turned around to see the source of the noise.
Laying on a bed at the back of the room was a bright blue horse. No, a unicorn, he mentally added, seeing the horn present on its forehead. As it breathed softly, Flynn couldn't help but think that it looked... oddly human-like, despite the obvious differences, including an odd mark on its backside. Just where in the hell was he?
Further examination of the room only told him that there was a bathroom separate from the main area, so he decided to try the door. It didn't have any handles or anything on it on his side, so instead he pounded a fist into it a few times.
Now somewhat worried, both regarding what might be behind that door and what was currently in the room with him, Flynn starting searching every corner of the room, looking for something that could either help him get out of here, or at least tell him what "here" was.
In the midst of his searching, he heard the unicorn stir again, louder this time, and he turned to see her turning in her sleep, mumbling to herself.
Before he could come up with any sort of plan of action, the unicorn raised its head, its eyes slowly and groggily opening. Once it managed to get a good look at the room it was in, its eyes shot wide open, and it frantically looked around the room, before falling on Flynn, who was just standing some distance away with an unreadable expression.
The unicorn screamed, telling Flynn that it was both female, and probably had no idea what was going on, either.
"Who are you?!" the unicorn shouted, rolling off the opposite side of the bed onto her hooves and pointing her horn threateningly at him. "What have you done with Trixie?! Where is she?!"
The horn started to glow a faint purple, and Flynn put his hands up. "Woah, shit, hey, calm down, I don't know who this 'Trixie' is or where she is, honest!"
The standoff continued for a moment, before the glow around her horn faded, though she still glared at the man. "Explain where this is, then."
Flynn still held his hands up, not really sure if he was safe yet. "I don't know, either. All I can remember is waking up here."
Her glare softened slightly, and she slowly began to relax her stance. "Then, may you explain exactly what you are?"
Despite his overwhelming amnesia, a single thought managed to fight its way to the top of his mind. "I'm... a human."
"'Hue-man'..." she said, testing the clearly unfamiliar word.
After that, silence reigned over the room, and the unicorn slowly sat down, looking around the room for herself. Flynn, meanwhile, decided to pull up a chair and take a seat for himself.
The unicorn walked over to the door, and gave it a few strong taps.
"I already tried that," Flynn said.
The unicorn let out a thoughtful "Hmm" before lighting up her horn again. However, after a few seconds of what looked like intense concentration, she stopped, panting slightly. "Rats, it seems that strong magic is nullified in here."
Seeing no other option, she hopped back onto the bed and lay back down, facing Flynn. After another few moments of silence, he coughed awkwardly. "Well, since we're stuck here, I'm Flynn."
The unicorn nodded in understanding. "I am the... er, I am Trixie."
A brief sense of understanding washed over Flynn. "Ah, so that was third-person, then."
"Do not judge Trixie."
While they lapsed into another bout of quiet, something occurred to Flynn. "Say, would you happen to remember anything? Before here, I mean."
Trixie lifted her head up, thinking to herself. "Trixie was... working on a new spell. Experimental, and supposed to allow for more dramatic entrances. However, clearly something went wrong with it, as she ended up here, instead."
Trixie looked to the ceiling proudly, holding a hoof to her chest. "Trixie is a showmare by heart, and as such she likes to put on a spectacle."
"Did you happen to get a look at anything outside this room?"
She shook her head sadly. "All Trixie remembers is performing the spell. After she blacked out, she ended up here."
Flynn looked back to the door. This whole situation seemed not just odd, but downright suspicious. Neither of them knew where they were, and the door proved that wherever they were, they were locked up. Which meant that...
"Someone's doing this on purpose."
Flynn got up as he explained, walking aimlessly around the room. "Someone, and I don't know who, locked the two of us in here together, and I don't know why."
Trixie nodded. "This does seem to be the case."
"But what would they want from us?" Flynn continued. "It can't just be to hold us prisoner for something later on, because someone would've yelled at us when we hit the door. No, they have something else in mind, but what?"
As they both paused to think, neither of them noticed the very faint whirring of a camera lens in the corner of the room.
SCP-7663 seems to hold no ill will towards the Subject, besides a brief episode shortly after awakening. It also appears that the lead lining the cell acts to neutralize the SCP's anomalous abilities (which was referred to as "magic" by the SCP), but further testing would be needed to confirm this.
Both SCP-7663 and the Subject appear to have already discerned part of the nature of their containment, but still do not know about the specifics.
After another █ hours of activity, both SCP-7663 and the Subject went back to sleep, the latter choosing to sleep on the floor while the former took the bed. Considering the prior history of the Subject, it is unknown if any sort of mind manipulation factored into this decision.
"While it appears that SCP-7663 is not openly hostile towards humans entirely, it is still obvious that it harbors some amount of cautiousness regarding the situation."
"As expected, SCP-7663 refers to herself as 'Trixie', and also speaks in the third-person, both of which are consistent with her appearance in ███. It is currently unknown just how much of the show is accurate to the reality she calls home, or indeed if the writers know anything about it that we don't, but I feel like we should find these things out ASAP."
Addendum 7663-2: Efforts by Agents ███████ and ██████ have shown that none of the writers for ███: ███ have any knowledge about the show beyond it being a piece of fiction that they helped create. It is possible that an outside force is using the show as a basis for an anomalous event, but this is still unconfirmed.
Addendum 7663-3: SCP-7663 claims to have arrived here due to a failed transportation experiment of some kind, likely related to the "magic" it referred to. However, it is unknown if her home is extra-terrestrial or extra-dimensional in relation to our own. The similarities in her genetics to human DNA may also suggest [DATA EXPUNGED].
At █:██ AM, food was provided to SCP-7663 and the Subject while both were still asleep. (See File 7663-F-1 for details)
After █ more hours, the SCP is the first to awake.
Trixie couldn't fight back a yawn as she rose from her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. For a moment, she was thrown into a panic when she saw both the strange room she was in and the strange creature sleeping on the floor, but it didn't take long for her mind to remember the events of yesterday.
She felt her stomach growl softly, and at the same time, she noticed something new in the room. A simple metal tray was now on the table, along with a decently sized jug of water with a pair of empty paper cups, and after trotting over and getting in one of the chairs, she saw that it seemed to be split in half: one side was entirely filled with lettuce, while the other was something she couldn't identify at all. It didn't even smell of anything, now that she thought about it, though it still had a plastic fork next to it.
Her hunger won over her curiosity, however, and she began to munch at the lettuce, not bothering with the fork. Thankfully, her levitation still seemed to work within the room, which meant she didn't have to awkwardly lean down to eat her food.
She heard mumbling behind her, and turned to see the creature- no, the human- stirring in his sleep. Not too long after, he awoke, groggily sitting in the other chair without a word.
"Good morning, Flynn," Trixie greeted, still eating her half of the food, occasionally sipping some water.
Flynn grunted. "How do you know it's morning?"
Trixie paused. "Well, it feels right to call it morning, since we both just woke up."
Seeing no fault to her logic, Flynn looked down at the food in front of him, before poking the non-lettuce substance with the fork, causing it to squish down slightly. "What is this stuff?"
"Trixie was hoping you would know."
After a few more moments of thought, Flynn shrugged and ate some of the mystery substance. Thankfully, it didn't taste very bad, mainly because it had no taste at all. Still, food was food, and he ate the rest with no complaint. It seemed to be quite filling, too, almost like-
Flynn almost dropped the fork as something sprang into his mind. "I... I remember something now."
Trixie eyed him curiously.
"This is..." he poked the food with the fork. "This is a rations. I remember that, now."
"Rations? You mean like military food?"
"I... I think so, yeah. Whatever it is, I'm certain I've had it before."
Trixie looked at him hopefully. "Do you remember anything else?"
Flynn closed his eyes as he tried to clutch at the memory, seeing if anything else would make itself known. "I'm sorry, that's all I could remember."
Trixie let out a thoughtful "Hmm," as she finished her lettuce, following it up with a last swig of water. Flynn did the same, and the two were left sitting in silence, an empty food tray between them.
Trixie looked around the room. "Do you think... we're an experiment?"
Flynn raised an eyebrow, asking her to expand on her thought.
"I mean, why else would they, whoever 'they' are, lock us together in a room, but not yell at us when we hit the door, and then evidently sneak food inside while we're sleeping?"
Flynn looked down at the tray. "Maybe they've just drugged us with something, and they want to see what it does."
Trixie could feel her stomach turning as he said that.
Suddenly, they could hear the very faint sound of footsteps outside the door, along with soft inaudible conversation. The two went completely silent as they tried to listen, even holding their breath.
The voices went past the door, then seemed to stop some distance away. There was the sound of what was probably a door opening, shortly followed by the clear sound of a door closing, and the conversation drifted farther away once more.
Flynn and Trixie stayed silent for a little longer, before either of them finally spoke. "Well, at least we know we're not alone here," Flynn said.
Trixie tilted her head. "But if we were alone, who would've given us the food?"
"Part of me was thinking that maybe this whole place was run by a lone computer, or something."
Trixie gave a confused look, but said nothing more on the issue.
"So, what do you think they were doing?" Flynn asked.
Trixie put a hoof to her chin in thought. "I'm not sure. It sounded like they were moving something, and they put me into a room beside ours."
Flynn looked at the wall. "You think I'm dangerous?"
"Trixie does not think so, they were having what sounded like a casual conversation while moving me."
"So either I wasn't dangerous at all, or they're so used to danger they can just talk normally all the time," Flynn theorized.
After that, the two lapsed into silence again, deep in thought about their current situation.
At █:██ AM, I (that is, SCP-426) am moved into an adjacent room for temporary storage, following a containment breach at Site ██. My transfer was noticed by both SCP-7663 and the Subject, and SCP-7663 appeared to be equally affected by my primary anomalous property, despite neither of them having knowledge of my identity. Recommend re-transferring me as soon as possible.
SCP-7663 is now a confirmed herbivore, as shown by her willingness to consume lettuce. However, the Subject appeared to go through a mild memory relapse upon consuming a standard Foundation ration. Recommend changing the Subject's meals to prevent further potential memory relapse.
"Who authorized moving me right beside them, anyway? And whoever was moving me, why did they keep up the chatter in front of the door to 7663? Do they not know what we're doing here?"
"Experiment 7663 currently requires █ level clearance to have any knowledge of it. Only you researchers, Site Director A████, Agent ███████, and the Council know about its specifics. However, starting now, all personnel at Site ██ are to be instructed to maintain silence whenever near SCP-7663's room. As for me, I will be moved to Site █ by tomorrow, to a more secure location."