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Item #: SCP-097-J

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-097J, no containment procedures have been figured out. Safety procedures related to SCP-097-J are limited at present to monitor all active instances, and the psychological effect it exerts on the Site-77.

Description: SCP-097-J is a sound composed of multiple frequencies between 42 Hz and ██ GHz with variable amplitude. SCP-097-J occurrs randomly from unobserved areas within Site-77. Research to determine where the "fucking racket" originates has been unsuccessful. Subjects questioned about "that godforsaken noise" generally give various theories about its origin, even claiming the sound originates from forces far beyond the Foundation's control. Each occurrence of SCP-097-J lasts between three(3) minutes and seven(7) hours. Occasionally, there will be false stops, along with the sweet false hope of it stopping early for once, which last approximately nine(9) seconds. Descriptions of "that facetious, eruption of explosive audible acne" vary considerably depending on who is listening to it and on how much of its dreadful noise, noise, noise the subject has already endured. These descriptions are the most common:

* Muffled conversation from several offices away,
* Chewing crushed ice
* Scraping a rusty hillbilly fork on the bottom of a pan,
* A default mobile phone ringtone looping continually,
* Wailing newborns,
* An unbelievably long drum solo from a garage band,
* [DATA EXPUNGED] like pouring hot wax through the eardrum.

And it's boring. Not just normal work, tedium boring. Like, really, really boring. Hearing this thing loop while you're just trying to do your damned work all fucking day. It's just horrible. This stuff spins in your tympanic cavity, and it twists everything like taffy in a broken puller. You smoke a cigarette, and BAM, you burn your finger because this shit has decided to make you its bitch again. You write a report, and BAM, your pen slips, because the damn noise just made **BRAMGZZKIKTCHCLONK** in your fucking ears. You're discussing SCP-████, and BAM, containment breach! All because a fucking guard clenched his eyes and rectum because of the fucking noise came from somewhere that we //can't fucking find// and butchered the poor remains of her ears. You try to [DATA EXPUNGE] and BAM! It's [REDACTED]!

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Addendum: Dr. ████ was found hanging from earbud cords in his office, with eardrums blown clean out. An investigation is underway, with SCP-097-J temporarily reclassified as Euclid.