SCP-455 Cargo Ship | euclid | Cognitohazard scp

Item #: SCP-455 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: Object SCP-455
cannot be moved nor contained in any structure. Containment must be made on site. No exploration
or testing is to be made on or in SCP-455. No personnel are to remain in close proximity
for more than five minutes. All physical contact with SCP-455 is forbidden; any personnel breaking
this order are to be quarantined. Any hallucinations experienced near SCP-455
are to be recorded and logged. Any personnel experiencing hallucinations are to be transferred.
Any personnel attempting to enter SCP-455 are to be restrained by any means deemed necessary. Description: SCP-455 is a large cargo ship
currently run aground on the southern coast of Chile. Most of its structure is underwater
and badly damaged, with rust coating 85 to 90 percent of all surfaces. Internal structure
appears to be significantly larger than external dimensions, and is not flooded despite large
holes visible on outer hull. Internal structure appears to be a random
assembly of rooms, halls, and structures. Initial salvage teams reported rooms made
of human teeth, an engine with tendon strips for timing belts, a hall extending for 182.88
m (600 ft) beyond where the outer hull should terminate, an open “gym” room with steel walls
as pliant as taffy, and numerous audio and visual hallucinations. Team was lost after
reporting entry to “central navigation.” Rescue team lost after reporting the investigation
of “screaming” in a cargo section. Dr. ███████████████ has
suggested the use of robots to map the interior of SCP-455 after the failure of several manned
exploration teams. Experiment Log 455 details the attempts to
explore SCP-455 and information established despite their failures overall. Explorative Logs of SCP-455 First Encounter Initial reports of disappearance of a salvage
operation regarding SCP-455 led to its classification in our databases. A research team of five
members was dispatched to confirm status of civilian researchers. This team consisted
of two field analysts and three security personnel. Due to the low threat level initially given
to a beached cargo vessel, no direct contact was kept with this team. Team orders required
one contact to their Control HQ every 24 hours. After three days of uneventful activity team
failed to report in, and after two days of lost contact a secondary team was dispatched
to investigate lapse in communication. This team consisted of ten standard field agents
with standard gear for confrontation with humanoid aggressors. A search of the vicinity of SCP-455 discovered
encampment of the first research team in a condition that suggested an anticipated return.
A rice cooker left running for several days contained heavily burnt food. Research laptops
were left on and running, powered by the camp’s portable generator. An analysis of the reports
on the laptop indicated minimal activity of note from the site or from SCP-455, up until
the date of ceased communications. The last entry mentions recording of human voices coming
from deep within SCP-455 and a departure of the team to investigate for possible missed
survivors from the salvage operation. After reporting in the state of Team 1’s
camp, Team 2 was ordered to maintain constant radio contact through the remote system already
on camp. What follows is an abbreviated transcript of the audio recorded during Team 2’s investigation
of SCP-455 in search of Team 1. HQ this is T2L please respond. T2L this is HQ we have you loud and clear
over. Understood HQ, we are above deck on the vessel
now. Sun is still up, we can see into the hold but not very far. Flashlights also aren’t
helping matters much. We’re forgoing direct descent into the hull and are going to use
the stairs to the crew decks and access it from there so we’re not separated. Is this
acceptable HQ, over? Roger T2L you have complete discretion from
here forward, over. We’ve been out of contact with Team 1 for a couple days now already;
a few more minutes won’t hurt them. Proceed swiftly but cautiously.HQ, this is T2L, we’ve got an anomaly here,
over. T2L, this is HQ, what’s the situation? We’re on deck three so far of the vessel
sir, but it has taken us like, half an hour to get down this far. Something not quite
right about the distance between floors for us to spend ten minutes getting between each. Understood T2L, we suggest you send one member
back up to the surface and then have him return; please update us to the elapsed time, over.T2L here HQ, we sent up a man as advised and
he returned in four minutes. Sent him back twice in a sprint, two minutes. We all recorded
thirty to get down this far at least, and we all recorded our scout’s return times as
well. There is definitely something inconsistent. Proceed as planned T2L, time lapses have been
recorded but we see no need to abort mission over this. Please use precautions when these
lapses occur and immediately try to raise us should you suspect one so we can confirm
time since last contact. In addition if radio silence is encountered use utmost discretion. … … … . T2L respond? … … … . T2L? … … … . Fuck.HQ, this is T2L, please repeat? T2L, where the flying fist fuck have you been? Um…we… we were just talking sir. How long ago?! S…Sir! Thi…thirty seconds? Maybe fifty?
Guys? Yeah, less than a minute. T2L, please be advised we’ve been out of
contact with you for sixteen hours, give or take, over. S…Sir? That can’t be right, you were just… Listen, I don’t know what the shit is going
on out there, but this is what I want you to do. Get to the bottom of those fucking
stairs, search the hold, report back as soon as you get there, and then get the fuck out,
do I make myself clear? Sir, yes sir! Out!Sir, we’re apparently at the bottom of the
ship now, five floors down by our count, standard for a cargo vessel this size. We’re approaching
the hold now and… …T2L, this is HQ… and? Something is… odd… about the door, sir. Details, T2L. Define odd. Well it’s pristine, sir. The rest of the
ship is something of a shit hole but this door looks like it just came out of the metal
press. Noted T2L, proceed through using maximum caution,
weapons ready. Sir yes sir! Proceeding to open the door .*background
lock system can be heard disengaging* We’re looking into the hold now, sir, and moving
forward. Remaining silent for now, T2L, focus on searching
the hold and getting topside. *Background sound of door slamming closed
and lock system rotating back into place.* The fuck, did you close that? (Fainter) No,
sir! It did it on its own. (T2L) What the hell… We appear to be locked in now, HQ,
but we can see daylight above us, so we can probably rappel out if the door won’t…
what is that? HQ, there appear to be people down here with us, estimated fifteen or so
people in the corner huddled together. They look injured, we’re approaching. … … Hey, that’s Don. Don! Man! Wake up! Wake…
oh… oh fuck. HQ, come in, HQ, come in, come in. T2L, this is HQ, what is it? We found the salvage team and the first team,
they’re here and… I don’t know if they’re alive or not but they’re— T2L? They’re what, T2L? Come in! …Wait, where did Ramses go? He was right…
Daniel! Vincent?! What the fuck… HQ come in we just lost three… no four, four members. T2L make sense, what do you mean lost? I hear
no weapons fire. They’re just gone, sir, they were standing
behind us at flank and they’re just GONE. .. Spencer? What’s… someone shine a light
on Spencer… Where’d he go? Son of a bitch… T2L, what’s going on in there? HQ we’ve lost four men apparently, they
were just at the rear of us and now they’re gone.
(unknown sound similar to sliding metal) T2L?! T2L Respond! Respond?! Where the hell
did he go now— HQ?! COME IN HQ?!
T2L we’re here please respond. Oh shit oh shit oh shit they responded, guys
HQ responded! HQ this is Baker and I’m here with Jensen and Thomas from Team 2 sent to.. We know who you’re with Baker, we were just
talking to T2L about ten seconds ago, where is— H..HQ, we haven’t heard from you in two
weeks. We’re out of rations, though we found some food in one of the crew rooms. T2L has
been dead since we were in the hold. He.. he went to investigate the people in the hold,
and as soon as he approached them, that hatch in the back, it flew open, made a huge noise.
We all turned to look at it, then back to T2L and … he was gone, him and those people
in the corner, just gone, like the others. We searched the ship, up and down, up and
down but never found him… Did you return to the surface for supplies
Baker? That ship should only be five floors at mos— We… we never thought to do that. This ship
is at least thirty floors HQ, at least! But we found a crew quarters with food and we’ve
been… Baker our first team reported that ship had
been ashore for at least thirty years, maybe more. What exact food did you find there that
was edible? ….. Baker? ….Thirty, years? Baker, listen closely. I want you, and whoever
is left, to get topside immediately. We are dispatching a rescue team to— (gunshot)
(gunshot) BAKER?!
(gunshot) ..BAKER?! Come in?! What the fuck is going
on over there?! A third team of heavily armed recon units
was dispatched to the SCP-455 site and investigated the cargo hold from above deck using high
powered flashlights and flares. No trace of any life was in the hold, nor was there any
trace there had ever been life there. Reports indicate a layer of dust and rust approximated
to be an inch thick as determined by the cloud and dispersal caused by dropping of flares
into the hold. Team Three was recalled and a high priority research team deployed to
SCP-455 for deeper investigation as to fate of all three missing groups. Team 3
After the failure of the first two teams dispatched to SCP-455 a third team was put together and
sent. This team was composed of more veteran members with far more experience exploring
and investigating sites of interest or risk. This team was composed of five persons and
included an additional technician who would remain outside SCP-455 at all times to maintain
communications link to the team. Unknown to Team 3, a fourth Team coded as ‘Ripcord,’
composed of five members as well, was put on standby on site approximately ten miles
away. Their purpose was emergency evac of Team 3 should it become necessary, and they
were to proceed to SCP-455’s site immediately after Team 3 entered it to reduce response
time. Team 3’s issued gear included two separate
video recording units, one issued to the leader, T3L, and one to a video specialist, T3V. This
was deemed necessary due to the lapses in time experienced during Team 2’s investigation.
One member of Team 3 was instructed to enter SCP-455 through the cargo loading area directly
and would be tethered to land by a pulley system. HQ: T3L, this is HQ, we are online and receiving
feeds over. T3L: Roger HQ, this is T3L. We are preparing
to enter the ship via the stairs. Evans is in position at the cargo hold. HQ: Understood. Proceed through both entrances
and move directly to the cargo hold to rendezvous with Evans. T3V is recording his descent and
all flood lights are active within the hold as well as the ones on the deck. Team 3’s primary force proceeded down the
stairs into SCP-455 while its secondary unit descended into the cargo hold where Team 2
disappeared. Within three minutes of descending into SCP-455, the primary force’s video feed
ended. The secondary force experienced no issues at all and waited in the cargo hold
under the observation of T3V, who recorded what consisted of five minutes of Evans walking
in circles, dancing a brief jig, and waving up at the camera. HQ considered sending T3V
to investigate the stairs, but it was decided that full attention should be paid to Evans
who was within SCP-455 and experiencing no anomalous activity. During mounting concern
on whether to abort or proceed with the mission, T3L’s video feed returned. HQ: T3L, respond immediately, over. We lost
feed to you, what happened? T3L: HQ?! HQ COME IN! FOR GOD… You’re there..
oh god… th… this is T3L… We’ve lost two men… Somehow the rest of us are still
alive… This place it’s… it’s… HQ: T3L how much time has passed for your
unit? T3L: T..time? Ten hours sir. We came down
here ten hours ago and… HQ: Now slow down T3L. Are you in a safe location
at this current moment? T3L: Yes we… we’re fine in this room…
seems to be food storage… HQ: Touch NOTHING in that room, T3L, and listen
closely to me. The mission has been in progress for five minutes. Evans is in the hold…
apparently doing the Hammer now… now listen, I want you to detail to me exactly what has
happened and do not leave that room. Do not eat anything in that room. Take a breath,
secure the entryway, and talk to me. T3L explained that they had proceeded down
twenty floors within the ship when divers have established that it can’t possibly have
more than six from the exterior. During this time T3V was instructed to raise Evans back
out of the cargo area and secure him topside. T3L: Okay… okay… relax… relax… okay…
HQ. Okay… We proceeded down the stairs as normal. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary
until we noticed we had gone down far more flights than it should have taken to get to
the bottom to enter the cargo area. We sent Erik up to retrace our steps and he was only
able to go up two floors. We had descended at my count at least fifteen. There was no
hatch back to the surface, the stairs just went up to the ceiling and ended, we could
hear his every word from his location. Erik then said the hatch to that floor was open
and he saw someone in it leaning against a wall. They were well within earshot of us
as well, but hadn’t reacted to any of our conversation… HQ: Keep going T3L. T3L: So… Erik… he goes through the hatch
to try and figure out who this person is… they hadn’t moved, hadn’t shown any hostility,
and according to him they weren’t even looking our direction, like we didn’t exist to them.
Suddenly we heard gunfire so the entire team rushed up two flights and just like he said,
the stairs just stopped at the ceiling and the floor hatch was open. Nobody was in that
hallway, not a soul. No Erik, no second person. No bullet shells. Nothing… but the walls… HQ: The walls? T3L: The walls were… wrong, hazy, like you
were viewing them through a gas leak. They were flowing and fluid, just wrong. I closed
the hatch. I, I don’t know why I didn’t go in and look for Erik but I just… I felt
like I couldn’t. I wrote him off as lost immediately. I wasn’t going in there or sending any of
my men in there after him. HQ: Understood T3L. Keep going. T3L: So the rest of the squad, we go back
down the stairs, can’t go up, not going in that hallway. All the rest of the floors were
closed off. We went down maybe… ten more flights… Then the stairs started changing.
They were solid metal, like aluminum but now there were holes in the steps, and the metal
looked rusted in some places, old. Like the rest of the ship. Up until now everything
had seemed rather clean, it didn’t dawn on me immediately that the clean parts were actually
stranger than the old parts… T3L: We found a food storage area down here,
everything seems in good shape, but we didn’t touch any of it yet… I read the Team 2 logs.
I sent a man out into the hall to see what we could do on this floor. There seems to
be a series of ladders in a group at the far end, but the entirety of this floor is food
storage… it actually doesn’t make sense why there are so many of these rooms. I’m
talking over twenty on this one floor, and they’re all big enough for ten people to stand
inside and have room to move. Some of them are locked… probably for the best. HQ: And the ladders? T3L: We haven’t gone down them yet. Wanted
to see if we could get someone from the outside first. HQ: DOWN? They go DOWN? What the flaming shit
is going… okay… sweet Dapper Jesus of the Gentlemen’s Club. Look, I don’t want to
put any of you at risk, but we need to find you a way out of there. If you can’t go back
up, and you can only go down, only send one man. T3V and Evans are topside and perfectly
fine. We’re sending a diving crew around the ship exterior to see if we can pinpoint your
location inside it using thermal. T3L: Understood sir. Contact with T3L was lost after this transmission
and remained disconnected for twelve hours. Divers around SCP-455 could not effectively
scan the ship wreckage through thermal as the ship exhibited temperatures far higher
than the water surrounding it. At sunrise, T3V and Evans were ordered to return to SCP-455
and re-investigate the ship through the cargo hold. Upon activation of the cargo lights
all missing members of Team 3 were found within the cargo hold in an apparently catatonic
state; only the member Erik whom went missing per the Team 3 recordings was unaccounted
for. All remaining members remained in a state of stasis until removed from the ship and
left undisturbed for approximately an hour. All recall moving down the mentioned ladders
in the last transmission, but nothing after that point that would lead to them being in
the cargo hold. Team 3 exploration ended and robotic exploration is now a viable option. Exploration Log Record 455 3 Central Record Notation: Following document
contains the whole and entirety of Exploration Log Record 455 – 3. Omissions are as follows: Key Names, as detailed in CR Law 18813D – subsection
4 Key Dates, as detailed in CR Law 18817E – subsection
5-8 0-5 Level Discretionary Omissions, as detailed
in CR Law 137A Requests for omitted data may be remanded
to Central Records for address during quarterly review hearings. Emergency recall may be granted
on direct approval from three 05 Command members. Exploration team personnel consists of three
M.T.F. Zeta-9 members (Mr. A, Mr. R, and Ms. S), two Agents (Mr. G, and Sir K), and one
Class D subject (D-11). Team is equipped with basic Foundation equipment package for semi-aquatic/hostile
environment exploration, in addition to the Mark-5 Heavy Recon (Nautilus Class) suits
issued to Zeta-9 team members. Two Mobile Recon Vehicles (commonly called “Marvs”)
are also issued. Mission time begins at 0800 hours on ██/██/████. Marv
1 malfunctions during initial transfer of team from observation platform to SCP-455
and is recalled. Marv 2 continues normal operation, and remains in the water as the team climbs
to the deck of SCP-455 G: “Holy hell…how is this heap even staying
afloat?” A: “It’s not floating, it’s grounded out…
this is just the part that sticks up.” G: “Is it even safe to walk on? What if
it gives way?” S: “Oh, relax, big boy… you’ve been on-deck
for over thirty seconds, you already beat the last team’s time!”D-11: “Oh no, hell no, not a chance. You
can shoot my happy ass, but I am NOT going down there.” K: “It’s not a request. Walk, or be strapped
to the Marv and floated. Your choice.” D-11: “…what a bullshit way to make parole…” A: “Okay kiddos, masks on. Rats, canned
air from here out. R, is your seal still good? Let me check…good. G, get those tanks on
D-11…”A: “Nothing weird yet…We have a small
chamber, with halls off to left and right. Marv 2 appears to be working fine…Hi guys!” S: “I say left…Left keeps us in the ship
proper…right seems to be snaking off outside physical dimensions…” K: “We go right. We are under advisement
to explore the extra-dimensional segments for possible details.” S: “No, we go left. Right will take us down
the rabbit hole of screwed much, much too fast.” K: “This is not a discussion.” S: “Listen asshole, I-” D-11: “The fuck is-” A: “S, let it go, it’s not-” K: “I will-” D-11: “-touching my foo-” R: “Guys-”A: “Jesus…” S: “Did we just…rock?” G: “A, is there any record of movement in
455?” A: “Not a one. Guys, can you still see us?
Any movement from 455?”K: “…where is the Class D?”S: “…I had eyes on him the whole time.
He was against this wall…what…” A: “What is… oh… are you kidding…
R, get your pick and get that out of the wall.” R: “…metal can’t do that…it’s like it
rusted the tooth out right along with it.” S: “It’s like it’s been there for ages…”K: “D-11 is now missing, presumed dead or
unable to be retrieved. Proceeding down right hallway. Let’s move.”A: “… Shit… we have contact.” K: “Let me… oh. Reporting: water appears
to end abruptly at the end of the hall. It appears some sort of force is keeping the
water out of the next chamber… the division is very precise, and can be crossed without
incident. It’s like an invisible force…” S: “Christ… the room’s so damn blue…
it’s really bright, almost looks fresh…” R: “Dead end, too… looks like we go left
after all, bu-” G: “The hallway’s gone!” A: “The fuck do… shit.”K: “The, ah, entry hall is now gone…it
appears the door now opens on to a shaft, with several ladders going down. The top of
the shaft is in line with the top of the hatch door…there appears to be water leakage from
several seams in the roof, with-” G: “I can’t see bottom…I mean at all…that
thing goes down a mile-” K: “With some flaking rust falling as well.
The Marv appears to have vanished as well.” A: “Okay…we go down, and look for the
nearest exit point or way up. If we don’t find anything in half a hour, I want R and
S to start excavation charges on a wall until something opens up.” R: “Roger the hell out of that…I’ll start
now if ya like…” A: “Everyone down the hole…watch your
feet, if anything feels weak, skip to the next rung. I want safety lines on every-”A: “DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN” G: “GOD, IT’S CLOSING UP, IT’S-” S: “-is my Shepherd, I shall-”
A: “BLOW THE FLOOR FOR FUCK’S SAKE” R: “GET OU-”K: “It’s in his bloody eye, it’s in-” A: “Help him up, just get him over there.” S: “-Mary, full of grace, the-”A: “-een weeks. I can’t find them anymore,
the way is too curved. I can’t drag-”K: “The other day, upon the stair, I met
a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today, oh how I wish he’d go away.” G: (laughter for several seconds) “Oh god…make
it stop crying…”A: “My foot is evaporating.” R: “-HELP HELP HELP HEL-” R: (humming tunelessly) S: “-lly there, it’s just a illusion of
a fish, it…oh…OH JESUS PL-” G: (laughter) K: (twenty seconds of a single sustained scream) K: “YES!, I JU-” A: “Home. I want my home, I don’t want to
feel the rust in me anymore. I w-” S: (soft crying, barely audible) G: “-ot it, I shot it, I s-” A: “-ry up, maybe? We haven’t tried up in
a few days…” S: “I’ll eat it, but not beca-” D-11: “It’s cold.”

86 thoughts on “SCP-455 Cargo Ship | euclid | Cognitohazard scp

  1. SCP-455 Remastered was done as a request from a Patreon Supporter. If you wish to learn more click the link provided

  2. Sweet tap dancing Jesus. This one is horrifying. Time it self being distorted and the creatures inside. Damn that is horrible and such a nightmare. Gave me chills all over. Great job man.

  3. This and the haunted amusement park are my favorite scp's. The writing for both a genuinely creepy and not as try hard as most other scp's.

  4. I want to know what this thing was like when it was working and how it became this way.This is one of my favorite SCPs.

  5. "Evans is in the hold doin' The Hammer." I fucking died inside and out. Real talk tho this SCP is absolutely horrifying just because there's so many mysteries.

  6. why is that a cognitohazard? because a few hallucinations? it seems more like its an instability in reality created as a side effect of the unclassified plant matter housed in it.

    it seems that the majority of effects are caused by space & time being erraticly distorted aka being instable

  7. as always your readings just make it more horrifying and fun to read with 😀 I quite enjoyed this one becouse it reminded me of SCP-1730 which was my first SCP I actually listened and read twice

  8. Is it possible that those people are slowly merged/fused with the cargo ship? I mean they probably literally screwed and become a part of the ship?

  9. what the chaos insurgency and global occult coalition (i know they are government organizations related to the scp foundation)

  10. Just noticed on listening to this again that the D class was leaning against the wall. As one of the previous teams had noted an unknown person doing. Take bets they are one and the same? This SCP seems to distort time and space or cause a percieved distortion of such to any biological entities. It seems to target robotic entities as quickly as possible with physical force. This suggests it messes with the minds of victims to weaken them so they can't fight back. But is the plants seen by the robot the source or just one part of the manifestation?

  11. They should have check the ship's registry, maybe it would come back as the USS Eldridge ! From my understanding in real life the Eldridge was sold off to a foreign Navy before being scrapped years later, 'if that fate is true' !!!

  12. Interestingly, in Chile we have a ghost ship legend called the Caleuche, which is said to be a ship with a conscious of it's own, capable of saving drowning sailors or condemning those that intentionally look for it and find it to be part of it's deformed crew, serving it forever.

  13. always makes me wonder why drone exploration isn't used first. just how many of these veterans does SCP have? and how the hell these veterans even survive long enough to be veterans

  14. Somehow, my friend, I will produce an actual show about SCP, and you best believe you will be the narrator. Don't know when but expect to hear from me in the future. I am already working on a few series as a writer or creative consultant and have my own show in the works. One of these days The Foundation the Series will be a thing and Agent Steve will be our window into the world of SCP. You have narrated all of my favorites so far and I am sure some soon to be favorites I simply haven't heard of yet. Keep it up.

  15. this is very reminiscent of mr scary and dr wondertainment but heavily reality bending. this place fucks my brain and i love this type of story. good work steve.

  16. the ship as multi pocket dimensions inside, that is why the teams keep on vanishing and the time differential effect as well as radio transmission, class this as "out of bounds".

  17. "Sweet dapper Jesus at the gentleman's club."

    "What the flying fistfuck is going on?!"

    This SCP is dangerous af, but the one liners are hilarious.

  18. What the flaming shit is going on

    Sweet dapper Jesus of gentlemen’s club

    What the flying fistfuck

    This SCP log has so my great lines 15/10 from me

  19. Okay, with this thing being able to dilate time, that is NOT good! Potential Keter classification? Think about what can happen with time dilation.

  20. This was always the scariest SCP for me… Imagine going in and being trapped for 20 years and then one day hearing your radio randomly turn on and your boss asks what happened to you a couple minutes ago

  21. The final report of Ms. S waving at the guard cinches this SCP as pretty damn creepy. It wasn't just satisfied with trapping these people inside itself and tormenting them with all kids of freaky shit but must've found its appetite again. By showing Ms. S was alive and on the deck it was attempting to spark interest in the foundation coming to investigate it once more. Very scary thought that this thing is pretty much preying on us.

  22. Maybe it's the plants. They driving organic lifeforms nuts, making them halucinate the strange stuff. And they may use telekinesis to attack anorganic objects.

  23. The thing is, whats causing it? The cargo ship is the anomalitic which is what the file WANTS US to believe. But it seems the interal issues of the maze and rust…. is the same as the result of mister "scary" formerly mister smiles….Mayhaps they are Having some connection. As both this and The Mr scary containment the salt reservoir seem to have some close similarities.

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