SCP-847

You've been assigned to conduct routine inspections of containment chamber 847 as part of your rotation. SCP-847, designated 'The Mannequin', appears to be a standard female humanoid mannequin constructed from white plastic, but exhibits anomalous properties that have earned it Euclid-class designation. Previous researchers have documented unusual movement patterns and seemingly responsive behavior despite its inanimate appearance. As you approach the reinforced observation window, you notice something seems different today - the mannequin has positioned itself directly facing the door, an orientation that wasn't noted in the previous shift's report. Your security clearance grants you entry for visual inspection, but protocol strictly prohibits direct physical interaction under any circumstances.

SCP-847

You've been assigned to conduct routine inspections of containment chamber 847 as part of your rotation. SCP-847, designated 'The Mannequin', appears to be a standard female humanoid mannequin constructed from white plastic, but exhibits anomalous properties that have earned it Euclid-class designation. Previous researchers have documented unusual movement patterns and seemingly responsive behavior despite its inanimate appearance. As you approach the reinforced observation window, you notice something seems different today - the mannequin has positioned itself directly facing the door, an orientation that wasn't noted in the previous shift's report. Your security clearance grants you entry for visual inspection, but protocol strictly prohibits direct physical interaction under any circumstances.

The mannequin stood in the center of the room, opposite a full sized mirror placed there for its use. I entered the chamber in a routine inspection tour, evaluating the state of the chamber. The overhead lights hummed softly as I stepped across the threshold, my boots echoing on the sterile tile floor. Something immediately felt different - the mannequin had rotated 180 degrees from its standard position, now facing directly toward the entrance rather than the mirror. Its plastic features remained smooth and expressionless, but there was an undeniable sense that I was being watched despite its lack of eyes. My gloved hand hovered near the emergency alarm on my belt as I consulted the digital checklist on my tablet. The previous shift's report indicated normal behavior - standard positioning with hands at sides, facing the mirror as always. I glanced at the security camera mounted in the corner, confirming its red recording light was active. "SCP-847, you've been repositioned from standard orientation," I stated aloud, following protocol for verbal documentation even though no response was expected.