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It's been two whole days.

You've climbed up God knows how many floors of this building, bypassed God knows how many beeping gateways and laser beams, and snuck past God knows how many security staff. You've braved Vivaldi's Four Seasons, dodged Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture cannons, sailed across Strauss's Blue Danube. You've traversed through Grieg's Hall of the Mountain King, shrugged off Chopin's Raindrops, and made it past Wagner's Ring of fire. You've braved Beethoven's storms and weaved through Bach's harmonies. And now you are here. On the top floor of the Ministry of Music. Alive, for some reason. A bit soaked though.

You survey your surroundings. Right before you is a single long hallway, minimally furnished. At the end of that hallway is a single door. That door should be it. That door's hidden behind thick layers of security and perilous musical barriers. There's no way there aren't important things behind that door. Top-secret confidential documents. The answers to all your questions. That's why you crawled all the way here.

Answers, dammit. I just wanna know why things ended up like this.

You wring the seawater and rainwater out of your sweater into a potted Sansevieria and head towards the door.

You give the fingerprint sensor knob a twist. Door's not locked. Might be because the last person to leave forgot to lock the door. Might also be because the security measures earlier negated any need for locks on doors. Might also be because you are simply too insignificant to deserve any form of acknowledgement whatsoever.

The door opens to a small room gratuitously stacked full of Mozartkugeln boxes, Mozart scorebooks, Mozart figurines, Mozart posters, Mozart souvenirs, Mozart biographies, Mozart plushes, Mozart blow-up dolls (??), Mozart sex toys (????), Mozart everything. This place looks like it could be a fanatic's dungeon, the sheer concentration of Mozart oppressive to the point of being ridiculous.

This was not at all helped by the gigantic poster of Mozart on the opposite wall.


PLACEHOLDER IMAGE, the actual one is supposed to have the caption BIG BROZART IS WATCHING YOU

Snort. "Big Brozart is Watching You." God, how edgy is this kid gonna get? This is just about the dumbest, cheesiest thing you've seen in your entire life. What's he thinking of with this? The slogan's just too silly to be intimidating. Does Mozart like to imagine himself being observed by Mozart while he's getting off to Mozart?

Okay, maybe let's not think about that…

You notice a rectangular shape just barely poking out of the sea of Mozart paraphernalia. Upon closer inspection, it's a small laptop on a table. The laptop is open. The film of dust on the screen suggests that the last person who used it forgot to turn it off a long time ago.

You sit on a pile of Mozartk├╝gel boxes and check out the laptop. There are some fifteen Internet tabs open and it looks like all of them are about Mozart. You're not surprised. This kid's really got a problem. You think about sending him to a therapist. Even though you know you can't because you know you aren't going to be taken seriously anyhow.

One tab however stands out and catches your attention. It's not some Mozart stuff, but has the acronym "SCP" on it.

You remember hearing about the SCP Foundation on the gramophone. Recently they've been broadcasting something about signing a treaty of alliance with the SCP Foundation or something like that. This SCP Foundation is apparently some kind of powerful outside world organization that manages the relations between the human and supernatural world and conducts research on unusual phenomena. The broadcasts didn't say much else about it, other than that the alliance with the organization shouldn't be something to worry about.

You wonder what this alliance is about, if the SCP Foundation can do anything to help you. To help all those who are being oppressed because of Mozart. To help all the composers and musicians of the past, the present, and future.



Street photograph taken in SCP-4000

Item #: SCP-4000

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: The caste system exercised by the population of SCP-4000-A is to be perpetually maintained. The Foundation-Mozart Alliance Protocol is to be constantly upheld to ensure social order within the bounds of SCP-4000. Details of the Foundation-Mozart Alliance Protocol are accessible to personnel with Level 3/4000 Clearance and up. SCP-4000 is otherwise self-contained and requires minimal containment procedures.

Description: SCP-4000 is an extradimensional city covering an area of approximately 900 km┬▓, located in the Austro-German region. SCP-4000 is architecturally similar to the city of Prague, consisting of buildings in a variety of styles ranging from Renaissance to Victorian.

SCP-4000 is populated by humanoid entities designated SCP-4000-A. Instances of SCP-4000-A physically resemble Homo sapiens, but do not require physical sustenance nor biologically age. Most instances of SCP-4000-A are capable of voluntary emission of reality-altering longitudinal waves, the intensity of which is directly proportional to each individual's mass appeal. The effects of reality alteration may vary according to each individual's personal preferences and creative endeavors.

Another noteworthy characteristic of SCP-4000-A is that each individual instance corresponds to a well-known classical composer and/or musician who is currently deceased (i.e. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Franz Schubert, Richard Wagner). Conception of SCP-4000-A instances is a poorly understood process at the time of writing, although it is theorized that instances spontaneously manifest upon the expiry of their human counterparts.

The SCP-4000-A population maintains a caste system in which individuals who correspond to

"I have been beset by Salieri upon Salieri…"

- Talk about the caste system + Pachelbel's commentary on how things didn't use to be like this
- Talk about the composers' anomalous abilities + Pachelbel comparing the powerful higher-ups' superpowers to his own invisibility
- Talk about the anomalous tech, such as the in-ear gramophone broadcasting things + Schubert talking + Pachelbel explaining what the broadcast does and mention of the Five Minute Cacophony and Salieri
- Pachelbel reflects on the overall situation, is "caught" by Schubert
- Enter Mozart, cape billowing in the wind. Pachelbel blacks the hell out
- Pachelbel wakes up in a cell + meeting people who got on Mozart's bad side, including Salieri
- Room 101 scene
- Pachelbel broek

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