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Its leathery wings spread out, tattooed in arcane 
symbols of cultures long wiped out. Its clawed  

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feet pad the linoleum, each step leaving a black 
scorch mark that stinks of brimstone. Steaming  

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drool drips from the creature’s burning tusks, 
nestled in concentric circles beneath its glowing,  

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blood-red eyes. Its terrible gaze 
has already locked onto its prey,  

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its quarry, and nothing will possibly 
deter it from getting what it wants.

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Fairtrade organic bananas. 25% off. What a steal.

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The college student awakens in his trashed dorm 
after another night of debauchery. His head is  

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swimming. His tongue feels like sandpaper. The 
room is littered with empty cans, solo cups,  

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and bottles, and his roommate 
is still out cold next to him,  

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having had his face graffitied by 
some jokester with a black marker.

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But the college student isn’t thinking about 
the night before - not that he could remember  

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any of it, anyway. He’s thinking about 
his rumbling stomach. He needs to get  

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some food and a drink in him, or he’s gonna feel 
terrible all day. He knows exactly what he needs:  

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A bacon omelet and a tall, cool glass 
of OJ. The breakfast of champions.

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There’s only one problem: When the college student 
checks the communal fridge, he sees that there is  

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no orange juice and no eggs. That’s when a flood 
of memories washes over him - less like a cool,  

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refreshing sea breeze and more like 
being waterboarded. The previous night,  

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he and his idiot friends had made that delicious, 
life-saving orange juice disappear into a series  

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of Screwdrivers, and in their altered state, 
they’d thrown all the eggs at each other.

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Man, he thinks, This is embarrassing. 
I’ve really gotta get my act together.

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But before he can get any sweeping life 
changes put in place, he still needs to solve  

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the breakfast conundrum. Bacon omelet and a tall 
glass of OJ or bust. He throws on a light jacket,  

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puts on his shoes, makes sure his roommate 
is lying on his side, just to be safe,  

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and heads out into town. That’s where he’ll find 
the means to make his breakfast dreams a reality.

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On his omelet odyssey, the college student 
passes a few of the local boutique cafes.  

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They probably have what he needs, but 
on a student’s budget - especially  

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considering the money he probably blew on 
the previous night’s rager - he thinks it’s  

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more economical to just buy the ingredients 
and make the breakfast himself. His mom and  

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dad had always told him that college was 
about building life skills, after all.

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But that’s when a second problem 
presents itself - For some reason,  

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every grocery store or supermarket he 
passes seems to be closed. What gives?  

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Is it some kind of national holiday 
that’d somehow slipped his mind?

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As his hungover head pounds like someone 
installed a tiny construction worker  

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with a pneumatic drill inside his brain, 
the hopelessness of this whole situation  

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is beginning to dawn on him. Is he doomed 
to an omelette-free hell of his own making  

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just for the crime of wanting to have fun on a 
Saturday night? Life can be so cruel sometimes.

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But in the college student’s lowest moment, 
a glimmer of hope presents itself. It seems  

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he’s absentmindedly wandered off the 
beaten track, far closer to the edge of  

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town than he’d intended to go. And while he’s 
there, he spots what could be his salvation. 

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It looks like a store - an honest-to-goodness  

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supermarket, with the sign about 
the entrance reading, “Babylon’s…”

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With a newly formed spring in his 
step, the college student makes  

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a beeline. He can taste that hearty 
omelet and dose of Vitamin C already.

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Once inside, the college student wastes no time 
looking for his eggs and OJ. Nothing about the  

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store seems particularly strange until he ends 
up face-to-face with one of the people working  

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there. Typically, he’s used to seeing people his 
age or even younger working as store assistants.  

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The man he’s staring at has got to be in his 
mid-forties, and despite his somewhat dweeby  

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uniform, he’s one of the most intimidating 
people the college student has ever seen.

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His large, muscular arms bulge out 
of the baby-blue uniform shirt,  

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covered in what looks like intimidating gang 
tats. The man’s head is completely shaved,  

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with a long scar underneath one eye and a series 
of tear-drop tattoos under the other. The college  

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student can’t help but think, Holy hell, have 
they started hiring death row inmates here!?

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Strangely, this incredibly scary man looks 
more nervous to see the college student in  

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here - like having a customer in the store 
was a scenario they somehow hadn’t covered  

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in the employee training manual. The 
college student politely insists that  

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he won’t need any help - he’s just here 
for eggs and a carton of orange juice.

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As he walks further into the store, the college 
student can’t help but realize that the strange  

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man isn’t an outlier. Any time he sees an 
employee of the store, they’re a large,  

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beefy man covered in tattoos who looks like 
he should be doing 25 to life in San Quentin.  

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He’s wondering if maybe the store is getting 
a tax break for hiring ex-cons when he sees  

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something strange down the aisle in front of 
him, loitering in the refrigerated section.

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It’s mist… But not the kind of 
dispersed mist you see out in the world;  

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it’s more like a solid column of mist. If 
the college student didn’t know any better,  

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he might’ve even thought that the column 
of mist was oddly… humanoid. But he blinks,  

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and the mist is gone. So maybe it was just some 
strange product of his hungover imagination.

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He thinks, Man, I hope I didn’t party 
so hard I gave myself brain damage…

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He continues his egg quest, undeterred by the 
strangeness that he’s seen so far, but another  

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problem seems to be presenting itself: All of the 
products here are a little strange and unfamiliar.

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Without even trying, he’s somehow 
found himself in the candy section,  

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and despite having a youthful sweet tooth, 
he doesn’t recognize any of the brands  

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around him. One that catches his eye is a 
ghost-shaped candy labeled “Candied Souls”,  

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which he thinks to be a strangely morbid 
name. He gives the candy a light squish to  

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see if it’s gummy or a hard candy, but when 
he does, it lets out an almost imperceptible  

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ghostly wail. The noise is still enough to 
shock the college student into dropping it.

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The Candied Soul falls to the ground, where it 
bounces once and then comes to rest. He looks  

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up to the section on the shelf he’d picked it up 
from, and to his astonishment, a new one appears  

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to replace the other one - right before his eyes. 
It just materializes out of thin air. Impossible!

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Before the college student’s mind can even process 
all the implications of the thing he’s just seen,  

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he turns to see an immense being 
entering the aisle next to him,  

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shaking the ground with each footstep. 
It’s easily seven or eight feet tall,  

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with leathery, dragon-like skin and 
long, twisted horns emerging out of  

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its skull. The monster lumbers, its tail 
whipping with excitement, its fangs borne.

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The monster speaks in a deep, rumbling voice 
like a volcano preparing to erupt. “Ooh,  

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they’ve got a special on candied 
souls! It’s my lucky day!”

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Without a moment’s hesitation, the college student 
screams and runs in the opposite direction.  

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There’s a monster in the store! A demon! Something 
straight out of hell! And even though the demon  

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doesn’t seem to be behaving aggressively - 
in fact, it’s downright confused as to why  

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the college student decided to scream and run - 
the college student is wracked with mortal fear.

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Screw the orange juice. Screw the omelet. He needs  

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to get out of here before 
he’s turned into breakfast!

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In fear’s grasp, he isn’t thinking logically. 
He’s just running around the store in incoherent  

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terror, trying not to be caught by beings 
that aren’t even chasing him. Strangely,  

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he does notice, out of the corner of his eye, that 
the staff aren’t freaking out. They’re acting like  

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the freakish creature in the store is perfectly 
normal, just another run of the mill customer.

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This place is clearly completely insane.

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On the way to the exit, the college student 
finds himself frozen at the front windows,  

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staring out at the madness occurring in the 
parking lot. A series of cars have pulled up  

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on the asphalt as the doors of the cars open, 
and a menagerie of nightmarish impossibilities  

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pour out. Gooey insectoid beasts with 
a horrifying number of legs. Long,  

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coiling, snake-like entities covered 
in thorns. Beasts made entirely of  

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blood-colored slime. Winged horrors covered 
in eyes. So many things beyond description.

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The college student’s mind can 
barely process what he’s seeing.

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While he’s got hell amassing in front of him,  

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the college student has no idea that heaven is 
getting closer and closer behind. He feels a  

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strange warmth, unlike anything he’s ever 
experienced, spreading across his back.

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A voice that seems to speak straight 
to his soul says, “EXCUSE ME…”

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When the college student sees 
the creature standing behind him,  

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his eyes begin to water in pure reverence. It's 
a being torn out of the most ancient scriptures,  

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almost impossible for the brain to comprehend. A 
series of spinning golden rings, covered in eyes  

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of every color, wreathed in fire, and topped 
by a number of floating crowns. Behind it,  

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six wings as pure and white as untouched snow 
beat magnificently. Any thought of eggs or orange  

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juice is wiped from the college student’s 
mind by the mere sight of it before him.

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“BE NOT AFRAID,” the angelic creature says. “I  

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WAS JUST WONDERING IF YOU KNEW WHERE I 
COULD FIND SOME TOILET PAPER IN HERE.”

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The college student isn’t interested 
in telling the impossible creature  

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where it can find the toilet paper. He 
just wants to get out of this store;  

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he just wants to survive. If he gets out of 
here alive, he swears he’ll never party again!

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In a moment of lucidity, he sees the exit 
and runs for it, knowing this might be his  

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only chance to survive the morning. He runs, 
trying to purge the angelic splendor from his  

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eyes. When his feet hit the blacktop outside, 
he knows he’s got a chance, even if the parking  

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lot is full of demons and heavenly beings. But he 
doesn’t expect to see a number of black tactical  

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vehicles screech into the parking lot as men in 
suits and sunglasses pour out of the vehicles.

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They don’t seem like they’re here to help. 
They seem like they’re here to get him.

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The college student does his best to 
frantically explain himself. “Wait,  

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please! I just wanted some eggs and 
OJ! I JUST WANTED SOME EGGS AND OJ!”

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But his protests are cut off when one of the men 
gets him in a headlock and forces a rag covered in  

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chloroform over his face. Darkness falls. When 
the college student wakes up, he’s in his dorm  

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room again, surrounded by the same trash and 
the same graffiti sleeping roommate. He has no  

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memories of the events that transpired before. 
All he knows is that he’s hungry and thirsty.

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He drags himself up off the ground, head 
pounding, and schleps his way over to the  

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fridge. An omelet and a glass of orange juice 
sound good right about now. And lucky for him,  

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when he opens his fridge, a carton 
of eggs and a carton of orange juice  

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is waiting for him. Though he’s not 
sure why he bought the OJ with pulp…

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This is hardly a normal retail experience - 
Unless you find yourself shopping at SCP-2854,  

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also code-named the Little Shop Mart 
of Horrors, though it’s best known to  

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its customers as Babylon’s. To the untrained 
eye, it appears to be an abandoned supermarket  

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located three kilometers from Foundation 
Containment Site-118, but to those with  

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the proper clearances, it’s known to be a 
bizarre menagerie of anomalous phenomena.

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During the anomalous supermarket’s business 
hours, cars will appear in the parking lot,  

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delivering instances of the entities known as 
SCP-2854-1. These entities can manifest in a  

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variety of forms, some of which we still 
haven’t received full documentation on,  

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but here are some of the primary documented forms.

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First, the incorporeal forms. One of them is a  

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form with visible eyes wrapped in 
long lengths of intangible chains;  

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the others are mist-like creatures with no 
discernible facial features. The corporeal  

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beings are considerably more intimidating to 
look at. These include angelic entities - in  

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the biblically accurate sense - with many wings 
and eyes and their counterparts, large entities  

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that appear consistent with the multiplicity 
of demons described in Christian mythology.

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In terms of its general layout, Babylon’s 
is not dissimilar to your typical small  

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independent supermarket. There are checkout 
lanes, a stock room, and multiple aisles of  

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products. I imagine you’re probably wondering 
what kind of products they sell at Babylon’s,  

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and lucky for you, we have some 
declassified files on that, too.

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One available confectionary product is a candy 
labeled “Candied Souls,” a gummy shaped like  

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a cartoon ghost, packaged in pink wrapping 
paper. They also sell eggs holding tridents,  

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producing flame from an unknown source in an 
airtight red container adorned with pentagrams.  

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They’re labeled “Deviled Eggs.” For 
those with more carnivorous tastes,  

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there are hot dogs with three separate 
cylindrical-shaped heads that each bark  

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independently of each other wrapped in a 
plastic container labeled "Demon Dogs.”

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And, of course, there is green colored 
bread in the shape of humanoid entities  

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undergoing an advanced state 
of decomposition wrapped in a  

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plastic container labeled "Un-Bread.” 
Very cute, I’m sure you’ll agree.

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When the products are removed from the 
shelves, they will regenerate automatically,  

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with the speed of their regeneration 
depending on the level of demand for  

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the product in the store. The longest 
interval for regeneration is 30 minutes;  

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the shortest is one second. Where the 
products come from is still a mystery.

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The currency that the SCP-2854-1 entities pay 
for the products with is also unidentified.  

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It’s paper currency, written in an unknown 
script, with a picture of a gnome on it.  

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Once the products have been purchased, 
the entities will return to their card  

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and demanifest. A perfectly reasonable 
transaction, in a manner of speaking.

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The Foundation was doing an admirable 
job keeping this anomaly contained,  

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but like many small businesses, Babylon’s 
soon found its clientele being poached by  

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the local Walmart. This was the cause of the 
currently most conspicuous containment breach:  

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Incident 2854-A. Two instances of SCP-2854-1 
- which the Foundation has since learned were  

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named Gregory and Alma - manifested outside the 
anomalous store, only to find that it was closed  

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and devoid of personnel. The two impossible 
entities returned to their car and disappeared  

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before appearing at a Walmart in Wilmington, 
North Carolina, for some late-night shopping.

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As Gregory and Alma entered the store,  

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audio and video were recorded by the in-store 
CCTV cameras, and an immediate look of terror  

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was plastered across the faces of everyone 
in their proximity. Gregory walked forward,  

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trying to get a sense of the store’s layout 
while scratching his head with long claws.

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He murmured out in a deep, demonic voice, “This 
sucks! Babylon's was closed and now we're forced  

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to go to a different supermarket… I hope that 
we don't have to do this on a daily basis.”

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Alma, who trailed not far behind him, said, “Well, 
maybe we'll get lucky and Babylon's will be open  

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later. We could always go back to check… we 
don't have to go here if you don't want to.”

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Gregory grumbled. “Nah, we 
already walked in the door;  

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we have a commitment to shop here now. Hey, 
there's an employee! Maybe he can help us.”

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The employee was turned in the opposite 
direction, doing a listless stock take  

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on a ratty old clipboard as the two entities 
approached. Gregory politely asked where they  

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could find the organic produce section - They were 
from out of town and had never visited a Walmart.

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Just as the employee was mindlessly droning 
out that the organic produce could be found  

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on aisle four, he turned and saw who - or what 
- he was actually talking to. His eyes teared  

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up despite himself. His legs began to tremble. It 
was impossible - he had to be seeing things! But  

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he wasn’t. He clenched his jaw and braced for 
death, but instead, he got a jolt of energy.

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He turned and ran, screaming that there were 
monsters in the store. Gregory and Alma gave  

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chase, still confused about where to find the 
organic produce they’d come in looking for. As  

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they called for the employee to slow down, he just 
screamed louder and made a beeline for the exit,  

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followed by a stampede of panicked customers.

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Gregory grimaced, confused, and muttered, “Well 
crap, the customer service here is terrible!”

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“Guess whose idea it was to shop 
here, Gregory?” Quipped Alma.

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“Oh shut up, Alma! We'll find it on our own.”

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As Alma and Gregory split up to explore the store,  

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hoping the organic produce revealed 
itself, a night guard frantically called  

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the police - Ranting and raving about actual 
monsters having invaded the store. This was  

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only going to make the chaos worse, as three 
different groups were alerted by the call:  

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The local Wilmington Police, the SCP 
Foundation, and the Unusual Incidents Unit.

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For those not aware, the Unusual 
Incidents Unit is one of the more  

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obscure and ineffectual Groups of Interest 
that the SCP Foundation occasionally both  

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collaborates and clashes with. They’re the 
anomalous department of the FBI, investigating  

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cases of an unusual nature. They’re highly 
understaffed, underfunded, and under-equipped  

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compared to the SCP Foundation and even the 
Global Occult Coalition. Most of the time,  

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they inconvenience the Foundation by getting 
under their feet during important investigations.

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This was yet another one of these instances.

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Soon enough, a blockade of UIU agents 
and standard, non-anomalous police were  

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marshaled around the Walmart, yelling 
over a loudspeaker for Gregory and Alma  

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to come out and surrender. Naturally, 
this made them start bickering again.

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“Guess our shopping trip attracted 
more attention than we thought.”

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“What was your first clue? The panicking 
customers? Maybe the cashier that thought we were  

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psychos? Wow, how could you possibly figure that 
out, Gregory? You must be a genius or something!”

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“Oh, just shut up Alma…that attitude of yours is 
getting on my last goddamn nerve! Let's just go,  

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okay? They're not going to let 
us leave peacefully anyway…”

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Gregory and Alma exited Walmart, at which point 
they were mobbed and apprehended by the UIU  

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agents, at which point the SCP Foundation 
arrived to take over the situation. They  

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contained Gregory and Alma harmlessly in Type 
III Spectral Mutagen Allocators. Everyone in  

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attendance was amnesticized, and then 
released - All no thanks to the UIU.

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Since Incident 2854-A was documented, the 
Foundation has classified SCP-2854 as Euclid,  

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and modified its containment procedures 
accordingly. The Foundation purchased the  

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land on which the seemingly abandoned store 
is located and erected a two-meter-tall chain  

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link fence around the perimeter. The store is 
staffed by a rotating collection of D-Class and  

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undercover Foundation agents, who are 
to remain up to date on the placement  

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of products within the store so as to 
better assist the SCP-2854-1 instances.

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Satisfied customers are less likely 
to shop elsewhere, after all.

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The embedded personnel take an active role in 
the containment of SCP-2854-1 instances within a  

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five-mile radius of SCP-2854. Anyone who requests 
a transfer will be given a complementary course of  

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Class-A amnestics to ensure that they won’t carry 
any of the memories to their next assignment. I  

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imagine most people working in retail wished 
that their employers had similar procedures.

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As a regular patron of my own local corner 
store, I can confirm that trying to find  

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reasonable prices these days is its own special 
circle in the inferno. But as long as we don’t  

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find ourselves wandering the aisles of Babylon’s, 
then perhaps we could all be doing a lot worse.

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