SCP-457

He is a man completely engulfed in flames, appearing to be a sentient being composed of fire. The current composition of SCP-457 is unknown, and he has proven invisible and undetectable by any known means, but he takes the form of the flames he produces, sometimes assuming a human form if supplied with sufficient fuel.

He is very intelligent and cunning; he has tried to deceive or reason with the staff to get released or access to more fuel. And he can sometimes be aggressive (See appendix).

Burn, fuel.

the sprinklers, the water, and being tortured to be extinguished with fire.

SCP-457's most rudimentary form appears to be a single flame, comparable in size to that produced by a match. In this form, SCP-457 possesses only the simplest of directives and shows no signs of being unusual compared to any other flame beyond a tendency to flicker suddenly and burn human hands, and the ability to 'jump' to move toward other flammable materials or other sources of fire, where it will then assimilate its full form.

SCP-457 is to be kept in a 5 m x 5 m chamber with no less than 22.9 cm (9 in) of fireproofing applied through various materials (fiber cement, perlite slabs) on all surfaces and an explosion-proof observation window with emergency blast shielding installed. The chamber opening must consist of at least two temperature-controlled, hermetically sealed chambers that can be sealed in an emergency. SCP-457's chamber must be maintained at high humidity with a drainage system installed in the floor, as well as a constantly functioning mist sprinkler system and emergency hoses capable of delivering at least 2.1 MPa (300 psi) of water pressure. SCP-457 is permitted a small structure atop its chamber wall that remains water-free, but this only provides minimal protection and helps preserve its shape.

All personnel entering SCP-457's chamber must wear a Class A fire-retardant, temperature-controlled sealed suit and enter in groups of three, with two members equipped with high-grade blast shields and emergency fire extinguishers. Personnel should only enter SCP-457's chamber to supply SCP-457 with its daily allotment of combustible material, or to inspect or repair any damage to the chamber or the misting system.

In the event that SCP-457 treats personnel in a hostile manner, it is to be controlled via emergency fire extinguishers and hoses until it retreats back to its secure chamber.

In the event of a containment breach of SCP-457, emergency sprinkler systems will be activated and personnel will be provided with fire extinguishers and blast-proof armor.

Transformation; it grows, is capable of assuming more complex forms, and its intelligence increases with its size and fuel sources. SCP-457's method of intelligence is unknown, but once it reaches approximately human size, SCP-457 almost always assumes a human form surrounded by and composed of fire. SCP-457 has been observed communicating through letters written by its own fire, charring them onto walls or other surfaces, and more rarely through speech, created via superheated, high-pressure air and small explosions. Once SCP-457 reaches an unknown size and fuel source threshold, it will split in two, and so on. However, multiple entities of SCP-457 are aggressive toward one another and will attempt to consume or extinguish themselves, especially if a limited amount of fuel is available.

SCP-457's behavior is largely predictable, as its objective is simply to acquire large quantities of fuel for dispersal. The danger posed by SCP-457 stems from its ability to increase its intelligence with its size and its apparent capacity to learn and mimic behavior. This has led to the deliberate damage of misting systems and, in rare circumstances, the construction of relatively complex traps. It has also attempted to deceive or reason with personnel in order to be released or to gain access to more fuel. Due to SCP-457's unique composition, variable intelligence, and uncooperative nature, its psychology cannot be accurately determined using any human analogy.

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Depending on the amount of fuel given, however, this divided state does not last, as the separate instances of SCP-457 will attempt to attack each other until they are the only ones left standing.

-Man on fire. -like Man on Fire in the Woods.

Euclid/Potentially Keter.

In the summer of 2007, in the heart of a forest in Northern California, hundreds of people gathered for an annual art and music festival. It was meant to be a celebration, a weekend filled with creative expression, dance, and surely some illegal substances. But everything was set for a mostly wholesome event, one that the attendees had been looking forward to all year. As dusk fell on the first night of the festival, after a day of painting, performing arts, interpretive dance, and fusion, the organizers prepared a large bonfire. Everyone gathered around, enjoying marshmallows and vegan hot dogs, and pulled out their acoustic guitars to sing. Everything was going well, and they were heading into the third chorus of "Kumbaya" when a group of friends adding logs to the fire noticed something strange. Some of the flames at the edge of the bonfire were moving in a different direction than the rest. While most went upwards, some were leaning slightly with the wind. These flames were moving sideways against the wind, stretching out into the grass. It seemed strange, impossible, and at first, they wondered if perhaps the brownies they had They had eaten earlier, they had something more than chocolate, but then the flames kept moving, taking on a familiar shape. Orange and yellow flames danced, that much was certain. But they also looked almost like fingers. The fingers extended outwards, grasping something attached to them. There was a hand, then an arm, another hand. The fingers twisted in the grass, which dried and crunched when touched. One of the friends, a young woman named Flower, tried to alert one of the event staff members, but they were too busy trying to get their marshmallow to the perfect shade of golden brown. Unable to get help, she watched helplessly as the burning hands dragged a head, a torso, and the rest of a humanoid body behind them. It looked like the shape of an ordinary man, with one obvious exception.

Completely engulfed in flames, he emerged from the fire pit and began to take slow, hesitant steps toward the assembled crowd. Now everyone realized what was happening. At first, they froze in shock, staring at this being of pure fire. An unbearable heat radiated from him as he drew closer and closer. When he reached out toward Flower, the arm of Flower's dress burst into flames upon contact. The first scream broke the silence. When they promoted this year's event as "Man on Fire in the Woods," this was not what they had in mind. The crowd scattered in every possible direction, running for their lives. It was too late for poor Flower, who fell to the ground shrieking in pain as the fire engulfed the organic material of her dress, and the Burning Man pulled her into his deadly arms. Her screams were silenced, drowned out by the crackling roar of the fire as it fed on her flammable body. Once Flower was nothing more than a pile of bones and ashes, the entity began to walk slowly and purposefully through the forest, arms outstretched, running its fingertips over everything in its path: every tree, every stump, every plant, a scrap of cloth torn from a branch. The fire began to spread like wildfire... By the time the first festival-goers managed to escape the forest and reach the nearest town for help, dozens of acres of forest were ablaze, and more than 50 people had died. The fire department deployed to the forest, where they were able to contain the blaze after hours of work. Meanwhile, news of the art and music festival reached the only qualified people: the SCP Foundation... and the fire department, under the pretext of providing reinforcements. Once the fire was contained and the area was largely safe to enter, they followed the path of the fire and tracked down the one responsible for all the destruction. They found him.

Reduced to the size of a small child huddled in the fire pit where it all began, as if hiding from the fire hoses, he was arrested and later designated SCP-457.

Interview between Dr. ████ and SCP-457:

Dr. ████: Can you speak now?

SCP-457: Yes.

Dr. ████: Okay. Would you like to answer a few questions?

SCP-457: [No response]

Dr. ████: I'll take that as a no. How are you feeling about being confined?

SCP-457: [Squeaking] No liking. No fuel. No air.

Dr. ████: We have provided you with adequate air and fuel to survive.

SCP-457: I cannot burn. Not combustible.

Dr. ████: Are you saying you can't grow?

SCP-457: Grow. I need to. I must grow. [457 moves through the containment area as if searching for something]

Dr. ████: How are you feeling?

SCP-457: Hungry.

Dr. ████: Do you feel anything other than hunger?

SCP-457: [No response, 457 approaches the blast shield separating him from Dr. ████]

Dr. ████: What are your feelings towards humans?

SCP-457: They burn. [457 moves closer to the blast shield, appears to examine the window and Dr. ████]

Dr. ████: What are your feelings about the fuel?

SCP-457: Burn. [457 places a 'hand' on the shield with no effect]

Dr. ████: Please move away from the window. Or we'll be forced to reduce your size considerably.

SCP-457: [No response or sign of understanding. Does not move]

Dr. ████: …What do you feel about water?

SCP-457: [Emits a very high-pitched scream with superheated air and presses body against blast-proof armor]

Dr. ████: Please move away from the window, or I will be forced to turn on the sprinklers.

SCP-457: [Backs away from the window, still yelling, whistling, and clicking]

Dr. ████: Do you understand? Move away from the window, and you won't be turned off.

SCP-457: [It falls silent and remains motionless for several seconds before approaching the window again, stopping several centimeters away]

Dr. ████: Do you understand?

[At this point in the interview, SCP-457 managed to severely damage a large portion of the nebulization system and destroy a part of the fuel injector that was supporting its sentient form, granting it access to several gallons of gasoline. The interview transcript was recovered via security camera footage prior to the explosion. SCP-457 caused a temporary containment breach stemming from a vulnerability in the sealant used to bond the blast shielding to the rest of the chamber. How SCP-457 learned and exploited this weakness is unknown, and it has since been moved to a higher-security chamber.]

Due to the excessive resource requirements to maintain SCP-457 contained, locating a permanently renewable fuel source is a high priority. The proposals so far include, but are not limited to:

Use of starch powder obtained from the potatoes of SCP-1689. Use of SCP-124 to rapidly produce sources of biofuels. The approval of one or more of these proposals is pending review.