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Item #: SCP-3077

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3077 is to be kept in security vault C2 at Site-64 when not in use. Instances of SCP-3077-1, -2, and -3 may only be created with permission from SCP-3077’s head researcher. Said instances may only be created within a hermetically sealed and fully secured test chamber, and must be destroyed via incineration once testing is concluded.

Description: SCP-3077 is a cotton candy machine possessing an ornate, custom-made spinning head fashioned from beryllium bronze, engraved with numerous unidentified symbols and embedded with eleven smooth oval gems around the circumference, one for each of the ‘basic colour terms1’. Similar to SCP-1921, SCP-3077 possesses a pump and reservoir connected to the spinning head, with the reservoir reading '110% Supernatural Clown’s Milk – Free Ranged and Funhouse Fresh!'. The reservoir was empty at the time of acquisition by the Foundation, although a small amount of SCP-1921-A32 had been used to write the words ‘LIFE IS SWEET’ on the side of SCP-3077. When tests with ordinary sugar failed to produce any anomalous results, permission was granted to partially fill the reservoir with 50 ml of SCP-1921-A3 from cryogenic storage, resulting in a black cotton candy designated SCP-3077-1.

While SCP-3077-1 is visually and chemically identical to SCP-1921-A23, it is also animate, highly hydrophobic, and resistant to caustic substances. Once a critical mass of approximately 500 grams has been reached, SCP-3077-1 will coagulate into a single form resembling a gaunt humanoid missing its legs (designated SCP-3077-2) and crawl out of the bowl.

Instances are capable of producing crude vocalizations though are incapable of speech. Individual instances of SCP-3077-2 typically possess orifices upon the head to approximate facial features, however the size, shape, position and number of these orifices varies between instances. Instances are often deformed in some manner, common deformities including collapsed skulls and disproportionate body parts, with nearly a third of all instances being conjoined at various points of the body.

Instances of SCP-3077-2 will drag themselves around aimlessly until encountering human life, at which point they will swarm any humans present and attempt to enter their mouths. Since instances do not possess anomalous strength or durability, initial assaults can be fended off fairly easily. However, SCP-3077-2 instances can only be effectively neutralized by exposure to temperatures in excess of 170 degrees Celsius. If destroyed by brute force, SCP-3077-2 will immediately reconstitute into new instances and resume its assault. Tests with D-class have shown that SCP-3077-2 will maintain their assault indefinitely until victims are too exhausted to defend themselves.

Once SCP-3077-2 has entered the mouth of its victim, it will override their central nervous systems via yet undetermined means and control them in a jerky, puppet-like manner. At this point the victim is classified as SCP-3077-3. EEG readings indicate that instances of SCP-3077-3 remain fully conscious. Tendrils of SCP-3077-1 will typically emerge from the mouth and run across the instances' face along random paths.

Unlike SCP-1921-A2, SCP-3077-1, -2 and -3 are unaffected by the music produced by SCP-1921-B4.

Upon finding humans unaffected by SCP-3077-2, instances of SCP-3077-3 will put on a performance to the best of its ability, dancing about in an uncoordinated manner and producing hoarse, wordless, songs from its throat. The performance will continue until either the audience is out of sight or the instance expires. Instances of SCP-3077-3 can live for several days before dying of dehydration. Instances will not consume food or drink of their own accord, but can be kept alive indefinitely if restrained and provided with an IV drip or force fed. Upon expiration, the instance of SCP-3077-2 will abandon its host and seek a new victim.

Recovery: SCP-3077 was acquired by the Foundation after an anonymous phone call indicated the presence of GoI-233 (Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting) in ██████████ County, Oregon. Mobile Task Force Kappa 14 "AH! Sideshow Bob!" was dispatched and upon arrival discovered SCP-3077, a mound of 40 burned corpses (all determined to have been previous instances of SCP-3077-3) and a woman designated PoI-3077-01. Upon recovery, PoI-3077-01 was bound, gagged, and blindfolded.

Below is the preliminary interview with PoI-3077-01 and MTF Kappa 14, recovered from the commander’s bodycam.

<Begin Log>

Commander: Christ, this one's alive. Miss? Miss, can you hear me? (PoI-3077-01 nods and vocalizes emphatically) Good. I’m going to untie you, is that all right?

(PoI-3077-01 nods again, and the commander proceeds to undo her bindings. Upon doing so, he uncovers Document 3077-01)

PoI-3077-01: Oh my God, thank you so much. I thought I was going to die out here.

Commander: Miss, can you tell me what happened to you, or to those bodies?

PoI-3077-01: Are you cops? You look like a S.W.A.T. team or something.

Commander: Who we are isn't important at the moment. This note I found on you says you're with Herman Fuller’s Circus. Is that true?

Agent Nunez: The Circus was definitely here, judging by this contraption. I am so frickin’ sick of Clown’s Milk.

PoI-3077-01: Count yourself lucky you don’t know where it comes from. The monsters they milk it from are straight out of a nightmare.

Commander: So you are with Herman Fuller’s Circus?

PoI-3077-01: (Hesitates briefly) Okay, yes, I was; but I’m pretty sure I’m out of a gig now. My name is Saccharina Sweet, and I’m a Carnival Confectionarian. I made magic candy for them, but they tied me up and left me out here in the middle of nowhere so screw 'em. (Visibly upset) They killed my babies, burned them alive with me lying here helpless! I'll tell you anything you want to know if you promise I'll be free to go afterwards.

Commander: It’s not my call to decide what happens to you Miss, but I am going to get you somewhere you’ll be safe. If you can tell us what happened here it would help us out a lot, and might make the eggheads more inclined to go easy on you.

PoI-3077-01: Fair enough. I can do that. I guess it started a few months ago when I was studying the black cotton candy and reading over my Nana's old Book of Shadows, and I realized I could make a machine that could create Sugar Golems. I thought they’d be fluffy little people, singing and dancing for the crowds. They’d be a huge hit and I might be able to move myself up the Circus’s pecking order. So I pitched my idea to Icky…

Commander: Who’s Icky?

PoI-3077-01: She’s the Ringmaster now. She and the upside down face guy are in charge. Don’t ask me what happened to Fuller, I don’t know. That was before my time and no one seems to want to talk about.

Agent Nunez: Yeah, in the interviews I read one of the Circus’s former stars mentioned a female Ringmaster. Said she was hot.

PoI-3077-01: She’s a Clown. Clown with a capital C, as in not human. You into that?

Agent Nunez: I hate Clowns.

Commander: Miss, please continue your story.

PoI-3077-01: So I pitched my idea to Icky, and she loved it, except that she renamed them to Sugar Babies. She got me everything I needed and I got straight to work. I succeeded in making the golems, but they weren’t quite as I envisioned them. Hell, they were horrifying, but everything in that Circus is horrifying so no one seemed to care.

PoI-3077-01: They were too deformed to sing and dance, but they kept trying because they knew that’s what I wanted them to do. I felt so bad, like a god who had made their creation too frail to live up to their divine standards.

PoI-3077-01: Icky decided that because they were so light we should do an acrobatics and gymnastics routine, and because they could be torn apart and put back together we could incorporate some dark slapstick humour into the act. I went along with it and worked with the trainers and performers, even though everything had strayed so far from my original vision.

PoI-3077-01: Everything progressed smoothly and eventually it was our opening night; Saccharina Sweet’s Sensationally Sublime Sugar Babies! They love alliteration at the Circus. Anyway, we were in the ring, the spotlight was on us, but they wouldn't perform. My golems, my babies, they just sat there, staring out at the audience. Then all hell broke loose.

PoI-3077-01: They scattered into the audience, leaping into their mouths and forcing themselves down their throats, controlling them from the inside like meat puppets. Even though they aren't that strong they can be quick when they want, and they targeted the most vulnerable members of the audience, including little kids. They had never done anything like that before, I was dumbfounded.

Commander: Crap, is that what these bodies are? Did you all hear that? These bodies are Level 4 anomalous bio-hazards! Bag and tag accordingly, full hazmat handling protocols in effect!

Agent Zelenski: Yes sir!

Commander: Please continue Miss.

PoI-3077-01: Manny, the upside down face guy, he tried to intervene and one went inside his mouth too, except that one came flying back out screaming. Whatever’s behind that inverted face, it’s gotta be pretty messed up. The audience fled in terror except for the ones my babies got, and they used their new bodies to sing and dance for me, like I had always wanted them to.

PoI-3077-01: Icky completely lost her shit. She’s normally manically happy, but when she’s mad all that energy is turned into rage. She lifted me up by my throat, she’s a lot stronger than she looks, and started strangling me. She called me a traitor, accused me of planning this all along, said that I had murdered their guests, that my golems had tried to kill Manny and that they could have killed her girlfriend or the rest of her family and she just kept ranting until I passed out.

Commander: She tried to kill you? Why do you think she let you go?

PoI-3077-01: I don’t know why she didn’t kill me. Maybe Manny stopped her. I heard him say once that freaks shouldn't kill freaks when there's a whole world of people with torches and pitchforks ready to do it for us.

PoI-3077-01: When I came to I was already tied up and he was carrying me. I think we went through the Kaleidoscope, but I was blindfolded so I’m not sure. He set me on the ground next to my babies' burning corpses. The only thing he said to me the whole time was 'Sorry kid, but if it's any consolation this wasn't even the worst opening night I've seen,'.

PoI-3077-01: What are you going to do with me?

Commander: For now we’re going to give you some food and any medical care you need, then take you to our nearest holding facility. Just do what they say, answer all their questions, and maybe you’ll see the outside of those walls someday.

PoI-3077-01: Okay. Right now, all I want is to get away from the stench of these bodies.

PoI-3077-01: I never could stand the smell of burning sugar.

<End Log>

PoI-3077-01 is currently being held at Site-64 as a person of interest regarding both SCP-3077 and GoI-233. Testing has confirmed that instances of SCP-3077-2 do not attack PoI-3077-01, and instances of SCP-3077-3 appear to congregate around her when she is present. However, she does not appear to possess any ability to control either. Testing has also shown that despite possessing extensive knowledge and expertise on anomalous phenomenon, PoI-3077-01 is a non-anomalous human. As such she has not been given SCP status, but is to be considered a valuable asset for both her anomalous expertise and inside knowledge of GoI-233. As she has been highly cooperative with testing and questioning, she is to be housed in a low-security residential wing with limited and supervised access to the Site-64's common facilities along with standard guest privileges conditional on her continued cooperation and good behaviour.

Dear Essie

Kindly accept this gift of an enchanting and enchanted cotton candy machine for your collection, as a token of our appreciation for disposing of the accompanying mound of smouldering, golem infested carcases, and the treacherous witch who made them.

Do not believe the witch's lies. She will feign helplessness over her creations, but they obey her will, not her words. Do with her as you will, but don’t go too easy on her.

She made my little Lollipop cry.

~ Have a disquieting day, Icky

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