SCP-058 - Heart of Darkness
Object Class: Keter
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The dimly lit control room hummed with anticipation. Dr. Johnston sat at the console, eyes fixed on the flickering monitor displaying the latest audio log from SCP-058. The chamber had been quiet for hours, but everyone knew that beneath the surface, chaos lurked.
Dr. Johnston:"Another breach, D-067 screaming again. This thing just won't stay contained."
A nearby technician, D-102, shook his head, visibly tense.
D-102:"It's like trying to hold a wildfire with a water gun. We've got the containment walls reinforced, but how long before it finds a way out?"
Suddenly, a muffled voice crackled through the speakers—a disturbing, guttural tone with a strange, ancient cadence.
SCP-058 (on tape):"I had dreams of the queen wonders that lived inside the hearts of love and silent treatments of all the elderly that I knew were once whole."
The room fell silent. Dr. Johnston leaned forward, eyes narrowing.
Dr. Johnston:"That's new. It's speaking again."
D-102:"What's it saying? Sounds like some kind of rambling."
The recording continued, the voice growing more bizarre and poetic.
SCP-058:"Endless suffering is the woe of ignorant men who never lack to seek the depth of their own hearts and only see the wealth of a poor world suffering to flay its own back in knife wounds of silver and brutal gladness."
A shiver ran down D-102's spine. Then, unexpectedly, a scream erupted from the chamber's speakers—D-067's voice, panicked and strained.
D-067 (on tape):"This is some creepy ass—"
The transmission cut off mid-sentence, replaced by a disturbing silence. The monitors flickered as the chamber's audio feed persisted.
D-102:"What the hell is it doing to him?"
Dr. Johnston:"It's trying to mess with our minds. It always does during breaches. We need to shut it down—now."
But before anyone could act, the voice returned, deeper and more echoing.
SCP-058:"Nightshade is shadows in all honest blinks that sort through the bile of newborn plagues, instant warmth is a mother's milk in dreams before anything was ever evil."
The room's lights flickered violently. A sense of dread permeated the air. Then, D-067's screams resumed, louder and more distressed.
D-102:"He's losing it—get him out of there!"
Dr. Johnston:"We can't risk sending anyone in. It's too dangerous."
The voice of SCP-058 continued, distorted and filled with cryptic poetry.
SCP-058:"In seconds the sun is beating like drums in all hearts eat the ear of noise."
Suddenly, the audio feed cut to static. Everyone stared at the monitor in stunned silence. The chamber's security logs showed no sign of D-067—no movement, no remains. It was as if he had vanished.
D-102:"Did it… did it just take him?"
Dr. Johnston:"I think so. That thing is more than just a killer; it's a manipulator of consciousness."
He paused, grim-faced, contemplating the implications.
Dr. Johnston:"We need to re-evaluate SCP-058's containment. If it can erase personnel from existence like this… it's no longer safe."
A cold silence settled over the room. Outside, the chamber lay dormant, silent and deadly, hiding whatever horrors still lurked within.
D-102:"Should we notify the O5s? Or just… let it sit? It's dangerous either way."
Dr. Johnston:"We do what we always do—monitor, contain, and prepare. Because if this thing ever escapes, there won't be anything left to contain."
The room's lights flickered once more, a reminder that SCP-058's dark poetry was far from over.