MSCP-113

Item #: MSCP-113

Object Class: Apollyon

Hazards: Matter Distortion and Contamination

Special Containment Proceedures: The place where MSCP-113 is reported is to be put under immediate lockdown and all other civilians/personnel and other living organisms of concern surrounding the concerned area are to be evacuated immediately. Those trapped within the contaminated area are to be rescued if confirmed to be free of contamination. Any MSCP-113-2 instances must be terminated either using one-hit-kill arrows or any other ranged weaponry that kills instantly if they attempt to escape the area or if found somehow. In any case, the contaminated area is to be nuked (large non-nuclear explosives are generally recommended), and a period of thirteen months must lapse before the area and the surrounding part can be considered to be free of contamination.

Following Incident-113-1, all rescued civilians/Foundation personnel are to be quarantined for atleast a month to ensure they aren't potential carriers of the disease. No physical contact must be made until then. If the quarantined personnel are normal civilians, they must be administered with Class-B amnestics before being dropped off.

Description: MSCP-113 (also called "The Lag") is generally described to be some disease, yet it is not unanimously agreed to be so, as it can unceremoniously manifest in areas of intense activity and movement, as if it were a rare scientific phenomenon. It is currently unknown why MSCP-113 occurs and how exactly it can spread apart from direct physical contact. The true nature and physiological and mechanical workings of MSCP-113 are yet to be deduced.

It can manifest itself either on an inanimate object or a sentient living organism with sufficient mass. If any animate and sentient being comes in direct physical contact with anything contaminated by MSCP-113, then the being would appear to consistently and intermittently pause and resume in whatever activity or movement it subsequently engages, stop for a random amount of time, and then continue in this anomalous process again and again. In many cases, the being appears to noclip in and out of surfaces. This is similar to what happens on a computer when a large amount of memory is consumed and typed text actually appears only after a few seconds or so, hence the term "lag". Any moving objects like active minecarts, flying arrows and are, too, prone to affliction by MSCP-113. There is currently no way to cure MSCP-113, moreover it is highly contagious, therefore the containment proceedures and other measures detailed in Document-113-A and a few select measures in the Comprehensive Security Protocol are to be followed to prevent its spread.

Addendum-113-1:
The following is the interview log with a man (referred to as Subject-113-01) named ███ ███ after MSCP-113 manifested for the eleventh time, on █/█/20█, in the city of ███. The man was only visiting the city for meeting a friend when MSCP-113 manifested at around 8 PM, during the peak hours. The city was locked down as soon as the Foundation was alerted of this, MSCP-113-2 instances terminated, and the area was soon laid to waste by a nuke. This man was the only person who had escaped alive. 

Subject-113-01: Thank you so much for rescuing me. I owe you guys a lot. I might as well have died due to my injuries.

Interviewer: We appreciate that. Now, let us not waste any time by speaking of unnecessary things. The sooner you tell us all the details, the sooner you get to leave.

Subject-113-01: O-Okay. I still can't get over this. It felt like a zombie apocalypse, except that people weren't... undead.

Interviewer: You'll be comforted afterwards. Now tell me, when did it all start happening?

Subject-113-01: Well, I don't know when EXACTLY it started, but we first encountered it when the delivery boy rung the bell at my friend's door and started acting out weird. One moment he was there, talking nonsense, standing in place, the next moment he was in the air spasming crazy like shit and like that he continued on like this forever or so. Then the door started opening and closing continously every fraction of a second, and we retreated to the bedroom with the rest of his family and locked ourselves in there with our essentials. We were there, looking out from the fourth floor of our apartment, seeing every citizen outside acting weirdly like the delivery boy in other ways. Fuck, I could even see minecars crashing into each other and killing a couple of people. Some of them along with were even flying in this fucked-up manner and never touched the ground, but only went up and up.

Interviewer: For the sake of simplicity, please refer to it using the noun-slash-verb 'lag'. Now continue.

Subject-113-01: Okay. [inhales deeply] It was only an hour later that the unpredictable happened. My friend randomly cut off in mid-talk, and then suddenly started lagging in such a way that he flashed forward and backward by a block continously. His wife and kids and I backed up against the window as he ominously approached us. We managed to escape at the last moment through the emergency exit - which was a series of metallic stairs to the first floor - via the window.

Subject drinks a bit of water but with a bit difficulty.

Subject-113-01: But there was no time to mourn. We had to escape an incoming wave of afflicted civilians who were now lagging out, still in a fucked up way. We ran as fast as we could, soon joining a couple of police officers on the way. Then we had to split into different paths and that was the second last time I ever saw them. An officer and I managed to climb up the terrace and survive there for long enough. Afterwards the military choppers came along with the extra forces who had been luckily stationed in the nearest city, and we boarded it. We thought we were now safe, until we went to look for them, only to find that... they became one like the others.

Interviewer: So what happened to the military reinforcements afterwards?

Subject-113-01: The reason the military didn't succeed was because one of the soldiers controlling the tanks had somehow contracted the disease. As a result, the tank too started lagging out and shooting nearby tanks and eventually the choppers. We lost control after one of the choppers slammed into ours, blowing off the tail of our chopper and sending us spinning away into the outskirts of the city. That was all before you found me... underneath a tree... my entire body under the trunk... the sole survi--

Subject starts weeping uncontrollably, but suddenly stops after sometime.

Subject-113-01: S-Sorry about that. That was foolish of me.

Interviewer: It's okay, ███. I understand the pain and horror you feel due to the loss of your friend and the terrifying experience you had. You'll be given a gist of "pyschiatric care" before we let you go home. [Stands up and collects papers on the desk]

Interviewer turns away and starts proceeding out of the room.

Subject-113-01: Thank you, Dr. ███. It was nice talking to you.

...

It was nice talking to [Voice suddenly becomes extremely deep] you...

Interviewer: What?

Subject-113-01: [in same deep voice] It was nice talkin - [gibberish ensues].

Subject continues to utter nonsense and starts noclipping in and out of the table at the speed of light.

Interviewer: What the f-

 Incident-113-1 soon followed after. It prompted Site-█ to undergo a complete lockdown. The interview logs were quickly uploaded to the Foundation's database by Dr. ███ before she was contaminated. From the interview room, MSCP-113 rapidly propagated throughout the facility, affecting █ Foundation Staff, █ Class-D Personnel, █ Security Guards, and █ MSCPs. Only █ Staff members made it out safely and █ MSCPs were successfully shifted in the process. The Omega warheads were administered remotely to clear the Site of contamination and no traces of contamination were found after a distinct period of time, although the radiation levels from the Site remained toxicly high and would remain so for years.