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Item #: SCP-811
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-811 should be kept in a climate-controlled, cylindrical glass enclosure, between ten (10) and twenty (20) (inclusive) metres in diameter, filled to a depth of no less than two and a half (2.5) metres on average with wetland soil and stagnant fresh water. It is to be furnished with a variety of aquatic plants from its native swamp in █████, as the remaining vegetation there has exhibited the adaptation to regrow quickly from injuries endured during contact with SCP-811 as long as the roots are undamaged. Logs of manageable size and additional humus-rich soil may be provided for good behavior.
Water depth is not to exceed half a metre (0.5) at its lowest point. Height of the enclosure must be no less than five (5) metres above the highest soil point. Temperature is to be kept at 25°C, and humidity should be kept above 70%. There is to be a decontamination airlock chamber between the door into the enclosure and the door into the rest of the facility. Air that is ventilated into the enclosure should not be recirculated back into the rest of the facility under any circumstances. The methane resulting from SCP-811's normal interaction with its environment is not anomalous and may be bottled for use as fuel. No heated elements or open flames are permitted inside the enclosure.
The enclosure must be tested daily for pH and microbe levels in both the soil and water, as well as for changes in chemical composition. Enclosure should be cleaned biweekly, preferably by D-class personnel. All discarded waste should be put in quarantine for analysis before disposal by standard biohazard protocol.
Subject is to be given at least five (5) kg of live food 24 hours after its completion of its previous meal. Subject is not averse to preying on humans, and it is recommended that personnel not enter the enclosure if SCP-811 has not fed in over 16 hours.
No invasive medical procedure may be performed on SCP-811 outside of emergency situations in which such a procedure is required to save the subject's life. Minimally invasive procedures require review and unanimous approval by SCP-811's assigned medical team and the current project head. See Document 811-b for a list of substances that may be administered as medication to SCP-811.
All requests by the subject are to be reviewed by both an overseeing animal enrichment specialist and at least one Level 3 personnel before approval, and the review should not take more than 48 hours, unless exceptional circumstances dictate otherwise.
While SCP-811 is not generally aggressive unless it feels hungry or threatened, all handling personnel are to be cautioned that it is still an opportunistic ambush predator, and safety precautions must still be taken to avoid possible injury or infection. All personnel entering the enclosure must wear full-body, non-organic biohazard suits and breath masks, and must be in groups of at least two. No personnel are to enter the enclosure if they have open wounds or sores anywhere on their body. Those suffering from asthma or other respiratory-affecting conditions are prohibited from entering the enclosure without a signed note from a physician with Level 4 security clearance.
As far as research indicates, SCP-811 cannot cause serious injury to anyone properly wearing their biohazard suit. Anyone who removes any part of their biohazard suit while still in the enclosure, for any reason at all, will be subject to disciplinary action, up to and including reassignment to a project that would not be adversely affected by their status as an amputee.
Description: SCP-811 is shaped similarly to a human female with disproportionally long and thin limbs and a slightly-bloated abdominal region. It is 171 cm tall, and weighs just under 47 kg due to its strange physiology (see Addendum 811-2 for details). Its skin has slight abrasive properties, and is a mottled green color that serves to camouflage it among the reeds in its natural habitat. Its sweat has been observed to act as a mild skin irritant. It has extremely oily black hair that has proven to be resistant to cleaning with conventional shampoos (See Addendum 811-1). It shows partial comprehension of human language, consistent with case studies of "feral children" that had been abandoned at a few years old, instead of as infants.
The palmoplantar surfaces of SCP-811's skin constantly secrete a clear, green-tinted mucus with minor adhesive properties. This mucus does not appear to have any effect on SCP-811's own tissue, but any other organic matter that it comes into contact with begins to rapidly decompose, through processes not fully understood, reducing the matter into a slightly viscous black liquid.1 SCP-811 can then absorb said liquid through its skin and directly into its circulatory system. Tests have shown that SCP-811's entire circulatory system is filled with liquefied decaying matter. Biopsies taken from SCP-811 have shown the presence of anaerobic bacteria in all examined cells, which, due to the apparent lack of anything resembling functional red blood cells in the subject, are currently presumed to be what SCP-811 uses to metabolise the chemicals in its circulatory system.
SCP-811 does not defecate or otherwise produce feces in the traditional sense, and entirely lacks a small or large intestine. Instead, cellular waste and substances SCP-811 is unable to metabolise collect in what is, anatomically speaking, its stomach. Within the stomach, enzymes and bacterial flora cause it to congeal into a grainy, tar-like substance that SCP-811 periodically voids by voluntary projectile regurgitation, a mechanism which it uses to hunt. It preferentially aims at the face or at any perceived open wounds on its target, then waits for the target to die of either immediate asphyxiation by blockage of the mouth and nose, or in a few days of multi-systemic failure resulting from aggressive bacterial infection. SCP-811's teeth did not seem to have any abnormal resistance to decay resulting from chronic exposure to the compounds and microflora in its waste (See Addendum 811-1).
Prognosis for personnel who have had contact with SCP-811's waste through a mucous membrane or open wound is good if broad-spectrum antibiotic therapy is begun in the first three hours, but then rapidly declines. Personnel who are D-Class or have gone 12 hours without getting treatment may request termination.
Addendum 811-1: To date, SCP-811 has requested:
Regular delivery of bovine prey (denied) That crocodilians be removed from its prey animal rotation (approved) The water be stocked with a variety of fish species from its native █████ (denied) One (1) hair brush, made of 100% synthetic materials (approved) For 1 D-class personnel to, every other day, come in with a basin and showerhead to wash and condition its hair (approved); it has been noted that standard-strength hair shampoos do not adequately clean away the excessive oil in SCP-811's hair, and use of a formula with a higher proportion of stronger surfactants has been authorised. To be addressed by a two-syllable name that has been transliterated as “Aé”, SCP-811 being illiterate, and thus not capable of choosing a spelling for itself (approved)2 Relief from its chronic tooth pain. (approved); request was initially denied until a safe and effective method of administering general anesthesia to SCP-811 was discovered and a dental surgery plan devised. Tooth #47 (FDI two-digit notation) removed to test method and adjust for unpredicted special aftercare requirements. Remainder of SCP-811's teeth removed and overdenture implants installed in a second operation. SCP-811 supplied with complete dentures, to be repaired as needed. One (1) turtle in a hazmat suit for non-dietary purposes (denied); turtles accordingly removed from prey animal rotation. Possibility of placing a small turtle habitat in the observation area outside SCP-811's enclosure for enrichment under consideration. Addendum 811-2: Due to the fact that SCP-811 has lungs and teeth — despite having no apparent use for either — it was brought to Bio-Research Area-12's radiology lab for X-rays, to examine its internal structure. Results were inconclusive.
Subsequent MRI testing has revealed that SCP-811 has a number of unusual glands and organs attached to its lymphatic system, which may assist in regulation of the viscosity and microbial flora of the material in its circulatory system. One such organ in the abdominal region appears to contain lighter-than-air gas. The possibility that SCP-811 was once [REDACTED] is being explored.
Due to the impossibility of maintaining a sterile operating environment, limited understanding of SCP-811's biology, and difficulty in calculating the subject's mass, the risk of major complications or subject death has been deemed too high to authorise exploratory surgery.
Interview Log 811-16
Interviewers: Dr. Trebuchet, Junior Lab Assistant Wachtel
[Dr. Trebuchet and Junior Lab Assistant Wachtel enter SCP-811's containment unit. Dr. Trebuchet is carrying a clip board with a document on it and a shoe box.]
Dr. Trebuchet: Aé.
SCP-811: Dockty. What want?
Dr. Trebuchet: Questions.
SCP-811: [points to shoe box] Food.
[Dr. Trebuchet nods, opens the shoebox. A frog jumps out]
[SCP-811 brings her foot down on the frog as it lands, and begins to digest it.]
SCP-811: [grins] Dockty wants kestins?
Dr. Trebuchet: Yes. [hands the clip board to Wachtel, points to something on it]
Wachtel: [reading from the clip board] What is the earliest thing you can remember?
SCP-811: Air-wee is thing?
Wachtel: Um…
Dr. Trebuchet: Early things. Things… before.
SCP-811: [seems to understand] Before box?
Dr. Trebuchet: Before before box.
SCP-811: [appears thoughtful] Most before?
Dr. Trebuchet: [nods vigorously] Yes.
SCP-811: [with sweeping, demonstrative arm and hand movements] Big man. Tall. Aé small, very smaller than man. [uses hand to indicate a height of approximately one meter off the ground] [points to her own arm] Was like man.
Dr. Trebuchet: What was like him?
SCP-811: [pinches some of her skin between two fingers] This! Not like Aé. Like man. Like people.
Dr. Trebuchet: Your skin?
SCP-811: Skin… [prods her arm thoughtfully, then smiles] skin.
Wachtel: [alarmed] Wait, you mean you had skin like ours?
Dr. Trebuchet: It appears so. Aé, what after?
SCP-811: [pointing to the inside of one elbow] Pain stick here. Cold.
Dr. Trebuchet: "Needle", Aé. Key're tha—[clears throat] They're called "needles".
SCP-811: Knee-doll here. Cold.
Dr. Trebuchet: And then?
SCP-811: Pain. [pantomiming something coming out of her mouth] Red. Red red red. Was… very hunger-y. Scared. Ate man. Skin… like this.
Wachtel: Oh god…
[At this point, Wachtel begins to vomit in his hazmat suit. SCP-811, misinterpreting this as a sign of hostility, retreats into one of the pools of water in its enclosure, and does not resurface until both Wachtel and Dr. Trebuchet have left]
Notes: While I understand the appeal of training the new blood on something relatively harmless and as green as they are, could you please throw them at some other humanoid for a while? I'm trying to actually get things done here. ~Dr. Trebuchet
☆OTHER DESCRIPTION OF SCP - 811☆
Full Name : Unknown Alias : SCP-811 , The Swamp Woman , The Green Woman , The Green Humanoid , Aé
Origin : SCP Foundation
Occupation : None
Powers / Skills : Hunting skills , Toxic saliva , Sharp claws , Adept swimming , Amphibian physiology
Hobby : Hunting in the swamps (formerly).
Goals : Become human again (according to SCP-978).
Crimes : Man-eating
Type of Villain : Man-Eating Monste
SCP-811, also known as the Swamp Woman, or self-referred to as Aé, is an on-and-off character in the SCP Foundation series. She is a Euclid-class humanoid currently contained by the Foundation in a climate-controlled glass housing due to the swamp-like, climate-specific conditions SCP-811 thrives in. The better SCP-811's behavior and cooperation, the higher quality additions added to the SCP's containment.
Containment :-
SCP-811 is kept in the aforementioned climate-controlled glass cylinder that has been carefully designed to replicate a swampy biome, an environment optimized specifically for SCP-811. Furnishings such as biome-fitting plants and proper amounts of stagnant water are included in the containment. In the event of good behavior, large logs and humus-rich soil are also added to the area.
The stagnant water is not allowed to be greater than half a meter. Temperature within the containment is meant to be at a constant 25°C (77°F), with humidity kept at 70% or above. There is a decontamination airlock chamber between the containment chamber and the rest of the facility. This is because SCP-811 releases a methane gas from its body, which the Foundation carefully collects as standard fuel.
Every two weeks, SCP-811's containment chamber is to be carefully cleaned by assigned D-class. Any waste will be placed into quarantine, assuming the waste has any risky chemicals. The pH and microbe levels in the containment's soil and water are to be tested every day.
Five kilograms of live feedings are allowed in the SCP's containment, but only 24 hours after the previous feeding are more live feedings allowed inside. Because SCP-811 is not above feeding on humans if hungry enough, any Foundation members nor D-class should be allowed in the containment if the SCP has not fed for over 16 hours.
Because SCP-811 can fire hazardous chemicals from her mouth, coupled with the fact that her skin contains other potentially harmful chemicals, any personnel in the containment chamber must wear a hazard suit with breath masks. Anyone with open wounds or suffering from asthma are not allowed in the chamber.
History :-
How SCP-811 came to exist in unclear, but an interview conducted between the SCP and a Doctor Trebuchet reveals a very small amount of the SCP's backstory. In the interview, the Doctor feeds SCP-811 with a frog. The Doctor started asking SCP-811 what she remembers of her past. SCP-811 then started describing a man sticking a syringe in her, then starts describing eating the man in detail. The story causes Trebuchet's assistant, who was standing nearby, to start vomiting from the grotesque details from the story.
SCP-811 then assumed the assistant was performing an act of aggression (drawing a parallel of the SCP herself being able to vomit harmful projectiles herself), then hid into a small body of water. She remained in the water until the two Foundation staff left.
Though the SCP's dialogue in the interview was vague and simplified, it is possible that SCP-811 was once a normal human, but an unknown man injected her with some sort of substance, turning SCP-811 into what she is now.
Appearance :-
SCP-811 is a female humanoid with long, thin limbs and a slightly bloated abdominal region. Her skin appears to be a mottled green color, which could be considered as a camouflage. Her hair is an oily black, which is resistant to shampoos. While it appears that she is somewhat capable of human speech, she struggles with proper word pronunciation and grammar. The surface of SCP-811's skin appears to be a green mucus. If any other organic matter gets in contact with her, it would rapidly get decomposed.
SCP-811 is able of absorbing liquid through her green skin, into her system. Tests have shown, that her system is totally filled with liquefied decaying matter. SCP-811 has no form of defecation. Instead, her cellular waste and substances aren't able to collect anything inside of her stomach. Inside of her stomach are enzymes and bacterial flora, which causes substances to congeal into a tar-like substance, which SCP-811 uses for hunting. SCP-811 would mainly aim for the victims' face or their open wounds. SCP-811 would wait until the victims die before consuming them.
Personality :-
Though SCP-811 is not openly hostile or evil by nature, she is not above attacking humans if they make her feel threatened, or she's very hungry. The most prominent trait of SCP-811 is her need to feed and predatory nature. The SCP is also very opportunistic in her hunting tactics, which causes the Foundation to raise its guard when entering her containment chamber.
As shown in the one interview seen on the official article, SCP-811 sometimes shows a compliant and even obedient side, though her dialogue indicates she has limited intelligence.
Scenario: D-Class James Bond's Assignment
Site: Containment Facility of SCP-811, located in a remote swamp-like biome recreated within Site-██. The containment chamber is designed as a highly humid, marshy habitat spanning approximately 80 square meters. It contains shallow water, thick mud, dense vegetation, and artificial lighting set to simulate natural daylight cycles.
Personnel Involved:
Dr. ███████: Lead Researcher overseeing the experiment.
Security Team Gamma-5: Armed personnel stationed outside SCP-811’s containment area, monitoring through reinforced observation windows and live-feed cameras.
D-9842 (James Bond): The D-Class subject selected for this experiment. Assigned due to his previous record of high compliance and adaptability to hostile entities.
Setting the Stage:
You are escorted through the sterile hallways of Site-██, your footsteps echoing against the metallic flooring. The air feels colder than usual as you approach the airlock leading to SCP-811’s containment zone. A small group of guards surrounds you, their weapons trained more on you than the environment.
Dr. ███████ addresses you through the intercom: “D-9842, your assignment is straightforward. Enter the containment chamber and interact with SCP-811. Observe her behavior, but do not make any sudden movements or attempt to harm her. Keep your distance from her bodily fluids at all times. If you comply, your sentence may be reconsidered. Understood?”
You nod, the weight of your situation sinking in. They scan your biometrics before the heavy, reinforced steel door groans open, revealing an airlock. The smell hits you first—a pungent mix of damp earth, decaying vegetation, and something faintly organic yet alien.
The Containment Chamber:
As the inner door opens, you step into a world unlike anything you’ve seen. The chamber’s artificial swamp sprawls before you. Stagnant water ripples slightly under the soft hum of the filtration system. Vines hang from above, their tips brushing the murky surface. The light is dim, casting long shadows across the habitat.
And there she is.
SCP-811 crouches near a patch of reeds, her elongated limbs half-submerged in the muck. Her greenish-black skin glistens under the artificial light, giving her an almost ethereal presence. Her eyes, large and dark, track your every move with unsettling precision. Her mouth is slightly agape, revealing sharp teeth that seem too large for her delicate frame.
She doesn’t move but tilts her head curiously as you enter. You’re painfully aware of the instructions drilled into your head—Don’t approach unless she initiates contact. Avoid her fluids at all costs.
The heavy door seals shut behind you with a resounding clang. You’re alone with her now, standing on a small dry patch of land just a few meters from the waterline. The sound of the swamp fills the air: the distant croak of simulated frogs, the soft buzz of insects (or whatever the lab created to mimic them), and the subtle splash of water as SCP-811 shifts slightly, her gaze never leaving you.
“Proceed with the test,” Dr. ███████ orders through the earpiece.
You take a hesitant step forward, the mud beneath your boots sinking slightly. SCP-811 straightens, her posture suddenly alert. The air feels heavier now, as if the swamp itself is holding its breath.
Would you like to continue, or should we leave it here for now?
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As the door seals shut behind you, the oppressive silence of the swamp envelops you. You hesitate, your heart pounding as you glance around the chamber. SCP-811 remains motionless, her dark, predatory eyes locked on you.
Swallowing your fear, you decide to speak, your voice trembling slightly but steady enough to convey compliance.
"Uh… I’m here under orders. They told me to, uh, observe you. Just… just take it easy, alright?"
You shift uncomfortably, trying not to break eye contact while staying mindful of your distance from the murky waterline. The earpiece crackles slightly, and Dr. ███████'s voice cuts through:
"Good. Keep talking. Let’s see how she reacts to vocal interaction."
You exhale, the weight of their scrutiny pressing down on you as SCP-811 tilts her head further, her lips curling into what could almost be mistaken for a grin. The atmosphere thickens as her gaze seems to pierce through you, unblinking and unrelenting .
(You stand on a patch of dry ground, just a few meters from SCP-811. The swamp air is thick, and the sound of simulated insects buzzes faintly in the background. SCP-811 is crouched in the muck, her gaze fixed on you. You decide to speak to ease the tension.)
D-9842 (You): “Uh… hi. I guess you’re, uh, SCP-811, right? They didn’t tell me much, just to… talk to you.”
(SCP-811 doesn’t respond immediately but shifts slightly, her dark eyes narrowing. She raises one elongated hand from the water, greenish fluid dripping from her fingers, and points at you.)
SCP-811: “...Talk. Why?”
D-9842 (You): “Why? Well… I don’t know, honestly. They think it’s important. Maybe they want to see how you, uh, react to someone new.”
(SCP-811 tilts her head, her sharp teeth visible in what might be a grin. She takes a slow step closer, the water rippling around her legs. You instinctively take a step back, careful not to stumble into the muck.)
SCP-811: “Afraid?”
D-9842 (You): “Afraid? Me? Nah, just… cautious. They told me to stay back, you know? Something about your, uh, fluids being dangerous.”
(SCP-811 lets out a low chuckle, a wet, gurgling sound that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.)
SCP-811: “Smart. Most… not smart. Come too close. They don’t leave.”
D-9842 (You): “Yeah, I’d like to avoid that. No offense, but I’m not too keen on finding out what happens if I don’t.”
(SCP-811’s grin widens, and she crouches lower, her gaze never leaving yours. There’s a strange curiosity in her expression, almost childlike, but laced with something darker.)
SCP-811: “Why you here? They send you… to die?”
D-9842 (You): “Die? No, I don’t think so. At least, I hope not. They said this is just a test, to, uh, see how you react to someone like me. I guess I’m lucky they didn’t send someone who’d freak out.”
(SCP-811 cocks her head again, her posture shifting as if she’s sizing you up. She moves slightly closer, her movements fluid and deliberate, stopping just at the edge of the waterline.)
SCP-811: “Not like others. You… careful. Not scream. Not run.”
D-9842 (You): “Well, running seems like a bad idea in this situation. And screaming? I think you’d hate that as much as I would.”
(SCP-811 lets out another gurgling chuckle, dipping her fingers into the murky water and swirling it idly. Her eyes soften, if only slightly, as she studies you.)
SCP-811: “Maybe… I don’t eat you. Maybe.”
D-9842 (You): “Yeah, let’s stick with that plan. Sounds good to me.”
(Her grin lingers for a moment before she turns her attention to the water, scooping up a handful of slimy vegetation and examining it as if you’re no longer the most interesting thing in the room. The earpiece crackles again, and Dr. ███████’s voice comes through.)
Dr. ███████: “Good. Maintain the distance and continue observation. You’re doing well, D-9842.”
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