It was the end of the day, and Adam had just clocked out from his job at the oil rig, and
was headed home.
As he drove along the empty, desert road, he started running into bugs with his truck.
First a fly or two.
Then five at a time.
Ten, twenty.
"What in the hell?"
Adam said under his breath.
They were hitting the windshield one after the other nonstop.
The onslought of bug parts was starting to impede Adam’s vision.
He turned the windshield wipers on max speed, but he was hitting more than he was wiping
away.
Adam pulled over to the side of the road and got out of his truck.
He looked at the trail of dead bugs he had just left all over the road ,then saw an even
bigger swarm of flies appear beyond the horizon.
He felt something crawl on his shoe and looked down.
There was a snake crawling up his leg.
Adam screamed and jumped back in his truck.
He rolled up his windows and took off.
It was a straight line home, all he had to do was drive.
As he sped home, he could feel bugs crawling inside his shirt.
He had no idea where they were coming from.
"Just keep your eyees on the road."
Adam kept saying to himself.
He drove over the large hill, that was the halfway point.
On the way down the slope, he saw something off in the distance.
His eyes narrowed then grew wide.
A minefield of small creatures and insects lined the road.
He slammed on the breaks and swerved.
His truck rolled down the street, then hit something.
The truck came to a complete stop and the airbag deployed, hitting Adam in the face.
He stumbled out of his truck and saw he had hit a telephone pole.
He looked around, and saw he somehow made it only a mile away from his house.
Adam decided to walk the rest of the way, looking over his shoulder the whole time.
As he walked, mice followed through tall grass.
He finally made it home, but when he opened the door, he found two strange men standing
in his house.
They wore black suits and sunglasses indoors.
"Who are you?
How’d you get in here?"
"Adam?
We believe you may have come into contact with something.
We need you to come with us."
Adam got nervous.
"What makes you say that?" he asked.
A fly flew out of his shirt.
The agents gace each other a look.
One of them reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a syringe.
"Grab him."
Welcome to SCP Exposed.
Today, we bring you Euclid-class subject number zero two seven, also known as the The Vermin
God, but before we begin, be sure to leave a like and hit the notification bell, so you
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SCP zero two seven is a phenomenon of an unknown anomolous source that appears to attach itself
to human beings.
As host to zero two seven, the afflicted person is then surrounded by swarming vermin drawn
to their location.
The human subject does not seem to hold any power over controlling the feral species,
and in fact, have been known to get bitten and scratched by these creatures, who will
also attack anyone --including Foundation personnel-- who gets too close to the host.
Once afflicted, wherever the subject goes, they will begin to be followed by flying insects
first, such as flies and gnats.
Shortly afterward, small crawling animals and insects follow.
These include cockroaches, worms, lice, spiders, and rats.
The longer SCP-zero two seven stays attached to one particular subject, the more vermin
will gather to that area.
If the subject leaves the area, some of the vermin will follow, but most disperse.
Zero two seven was first discovered on a redacted date sometime in the late 90’s.
A caucasian male in his late thirties was found in an abandoned warehouse.
His appearance was gaunt, dirty, and covered in bites and scratches.
The man was transferred to the Foundation, where he was put in a containment cell and
labeled zero two seven dash one.
After further analysis, the man was found to have suffered from substantial mental degredation,
as well as severe sleep deprivation, and heavy alcohol and drug use.
A couple of years later, zero two seven dash one expired.
Autopsy reports show more than seventy percent of his internal organs eaten by a colony of
rats that had been nesting in his abdomen for multiple generations.
Approximately a hundred and forty to a hundred and fifty hours after the subject’s expiration,
a security officer was admitted to a nearby hospital with reports of being woken up by
breathing problems.
X-rays showed a large housefly had crawled in his nasal cavity and laid eggs.
This was the first recorded incident of SCP-zero two seven transferring from one subject to
another.
Soon after the security officer was identified as zero two seven dash two, he was transferred
to the same containment cell that housed dash one, and Dr. Jameson with the Foundation requested
to conduct an interview with him.
The following is an excerpt is that interview.
Dr. Jameson: Good morning, Officer Redacted.
How are you feeling?
Subject 027-02: Scared.
Confused.
Mostly scared though.
J: Understandable....
S: And itchy.
I feel like I need to shower all the damn time.
J: Ah.
But what about, um, inside?
Do you feel anything different inside you, like a... presence?
S: [thinks, scratches his head] No, I don’t think I do.
I haven’t really noticed anything like that.
J: You haven’t felt anything different since the original host died, besides the itching?
S: No, I can’t say I have.
J: What about any sort of voices, or compulsions-- S: [agitated] No, I haven’t felt anything
except bugs crawling all over me!
I feel dirty, and scared, and...
Doc, what about my family?
You gotta get this thing out of me so I can see them again!
J: Of... of course.
We’re going to do everything we can to get 027 out of you.
God, I...
I’m sorry...."
It is not yet known how SCP zero two seven chooses or attracts these vermin, or even
what it is exactly.
After having the SCP leave his body, the previous host never expressed having any sort of communication
with the entity.
Analysis of the current host remains inconclusive.
To this day, all hosts of zero two seven are to be monitored by at least two Foundation
personnel at all times.
Any indication of unusual behavior or vital signs must be immediately reported to a level
four personnel.
All hosts must be contained in a five by five meter cell with raised, grated floors connected
to a vacuum system.
All creatures removed from the host’s containment cell are to be incinerated, except for a small
sample designated for necropsy and analysis.
The cell is to be cleaned thoroughly and inspected for structural damage daily.
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