SCP-3008 Infinite IKEA | euclid | Building / extradimensional scp


SCP-3008 “A Perfectly Normal, Regular Old IKEA” Object Class: Euclid Item #: SCP-3008 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: The retail
park containing SCP-3008 has been purchased by the Foundation and converted into Site-██. All public roads leading to or passing by
Site-██ have been redirected. The entrance to SCP-3008 is to be monitored
at all times, and no one is to enter SCP-3008 outside of testing, as permitted by the Senior
Researcher. Humans exiting SCP-3008 are to be detained
and then debriefed prior to the administration of amnestics. Dependant on the duration of their stay in
SCP-3008, a cover story may need to be generated prior to their release. Any other entities exiting SCP-3008 are to
be terminated. Description: SCP-3008 is a large retail unit
previously owned by and branded as IKEA, a popular furniture retail chain. A person entering SCP-3008 through the main
entrance and then passing out of sight of the doors will find themselves translocated
to SCP-3008-1. This displacement will typically go unnoticed
as no change will occur from the perspective of the victim; they will generally not become
aware until they try to return to the entrance. SCP-3008-1 is a space resembling the inside
of an IKEA furniture store, extending far beyond the limits of what could physically
be contained within the dimensions of the retail unit. Current measurements indicate an area of at
least 10km2 with no visible external terminators detected in any direction. Inconclusive results from the use of laser
rangefinders has lead to the speculation that the space may be infinite. SCP-3008-1 is inhabited by an unknown number
of civilians trapped within prior to containment. Gathered data suggests they have formed a
rudimentary civilisation within SCP-3008-1, including the construction of settlements
and fortifications for the purpose of defending against SCP-3008-2. SCP-3008-2 are humanoid entities that exist
within SCP-3008-1. While superficially resembling humans they
possess exaggerated and inconsistent bodily proportions, often described as being too
short or too tall. They possess no facial features and in all
observed cases wear a yellow shirt and blue trousers consistent with the IKEA employee
uniform. SCP-3008-1 has a rudimentary day-night cycle,
determined by the overhead lighting within the space activating and deactivating at times
consistent with the opening and closing times of the original retail store. During the “night” instances of SCP-3008-2
will become violent towards all other lifeforms within SCP-3008-1. During these bouts of violence they have been
heard to vocalise phrases in English that are typically variations of “The store is
now closed, please exit the building”. Once “day” begins SCP-3008-2 instances immediately
become passive and begin moving throughout SCP-3008-1 seemingly at random. They are unresponsive to questioning or other
verbal cues in this state, though will react violently if attacked. SCP-3008-1 is known to have one or more exits
located within though these exits do not appear to have a fixed position, making it difficult
to leave SCP-3008-1 once inside. Using any other door besides the main entrance
to enter the structure or breaking through the walls of the retail unit leads into the
non-anomalous interior of the original store. Since containment began 14 individuals have
managed to exit SCP-3008. Following extensive debriefing all individuals
have been administered amnestics and released. Incident 3008-1: At 00:37 on ██/██/200█
a human male exited SCP-3008, followed 10 seconds later by an instance of SCP-3008-2. SCP-3008-2 caught and killed the man before
itself being terminated by armed response personnel. This incident represents the only time an
instance of SCP-3008-2 has been seen exiting SCP-3008. A full autopsy on the corpse was performed;
see 3008-2 Autopsy Log for more details. The man was carrying an IKEA-branded journal
seeming to document his time in SCP-3008-1, transcribed below verbatim. So, I’m writing this to document what I can
only assume is my sudden descent into insanity. I can’t possibly be THAT bad a navigator,
and yet as I write this I’ve been trapped in Ikea for 2 days. I haven’t seen another person in the entire
time I’ve been here. I thought it was a prank at first. Turn the place into a maze, get all the people
out and see how long it takes me to get lost, then everyone has a good old laugh. Realised that wasn’t the case when I tried
to backtrack. Everything had changed, so I ended up lost. Instead of the exit, it was just row after
row of bookcases. So, I’m trapped in Ikea. Sounds like the setup for a bad joke. The lights went out at 10pm. Nearly gave me a fucking heart attack, that
loud electrical THUNK sound and then pitch blackness. Place is full of beds though and my phone
has a torch on it – but no damn signal – so I found a bed and went to sleep. Spent most of the next day trying to find
my way out with no luck. Did find a restaurant serving those meatballs
though, so at least I won’t starve. That’s probably the punchline to that joke. Anyway they were still warm and fresh, but
I haven’t seen anyone around who could have cooked them. Made my way back to the beds before the lights
cut out again since it’s too dark to search with them off. It’s 9.10am now, the lights came back on a
little while ago. I’m sure I’ve searched the entire area around
where I came in now and the exit obviously isn’t here, so I’m going to pick a direction
and hope for the best. Day 3 of my magical Ikea mystery adventure. If I wasn’t sure that there was something
seriously weird about this place before, I am now. Walked for 3 hours in a more or less straight
line (insert Ikea joke here) before I came across a ladder next to one of those huge
stock shelves they have here. Climbed up to get my bearings, and it looks
like this place just stretches on forever. Like that scene from the Lion King, except
instead of trees and grass it was all shelves and tables and crap. I did see a person moving not too far away
though, so I headed over. Thought it was a staff member at first – it
was wearing the uniform. And hell maybe it was, maybe freakish 7ft
tall monsters with long arms, short legs and no faces are just the kinds of thing they
want working at Super Ikea. Damn thing completely ignored me though, and
with no eyes or ears I can’t even be sure it knew I was there. Thought about shoving it or something to get
its attention, but its hands were big enough to crush a water melon so I decided against
it. It just kept moving along and eventually I
lost sight of it so I decided to carry on the way I was going. Anyway, no comfy bed for me tonight. Looks like I’ve entered the Improbably Hard
and Pointy Table section of the store. Guess I’ll have to make do with some bunched
up tablecloths. Phone battery died during the day too. Didn’t work anyway, but I feel like I’ve just
lost some vital lifeline. You ever see one of those cartoons where they’re
going through doors in a hallway and they just pop out of another door in the same hallway? That’s how I feel right now. I’ve seen nothing but the same identical bookshelf
for 2 days now. Just row after row after row of them. I mean, come on. I love books as much as the next guy, but
this is excessive. I’m obviously still moving forwards though,
I can see the signs hanging overhead passing by. Too bad none of them say “Exit”. Not sure who I was addressing that question
to. Lets just say it was practice for the autobiography
I’m going to write when I get out of here. I’ll call it “My perfectly normal trip to
a regular old Ikea”. If I ever get out o Finally found some other people! Yeah, turns out I’m not the only poor bastard
trapped in here. Lucky for me, I guess. My 6th night here, 2 of those staff things
came at me in the dark. Different from the first one I saw, but still
messed up. Heard them coming, they were saying that the
store was closed and I had to leave the building, all nice and polite like. I’m not sure which part of that was weirder,
that they don’t have mouths or that they were apparently trying to kill me while they were
saying it. Came at me like rabid dogs. So, I legged it. Sprinting through ikea in the dark like a
fucking madman. I saw it when I cleared another stand of those
giant stock shelves, all lit up with torches and floodlights. They’ve built a whole town in here! Got a massive wall built out of shelves and
beds and tables and whatever else. I swear to god it was the most beautiful thing
I’ve ever seen. Anyway I guess they saw me coming (or maybe
they heard my girlish manly bellows of fear), because they had a gate open and 2 people
were there waving me in. Heard the staff things slam into the gate
behind me after it closed, still politely informing us all that the store was now closed. They wandered off eventually though. They call the town Exchange, because that’s
whats on the sign hanging from the ceiling directly above it. Exchange and Returns. All lit up against the night using lights
they’ve found and plugged into the power lines. And there are beds and food and people. Over 50 wonderful people with regular sized
limbs and a full set of facial features. It’s now my 7th night here, and the first
one not spent in darkness. A full week living in Ikea. There’s probably a TV show in that somewhere. Now that I’m around other people, I’m starting
to feel more normal. Maybe normal isn’t the word. But after a week with only the sound of my
own footsteps for company, I was becoming increasingly sure that I’d just gone nuts. That I was tied up in some padded room somewhere,
banging my head against the wall. But no, I feel quite sane now, thank you very
much! Apparently there are other towns out there. Some with more people, some with less. I found that fairly mind-boggling – how can
that many people go missing with no one noticing. Surely someone would have noticed that everyone
who goes to ikea seems to fucking vanish. Or maybe it’s not everyone. Maybe we’re just the lucky ones. The people here just call those staff monster
things the Staff. Apparently they are fine during the day, minding
their own business walking the aisles. As soon as those lights go out though, they
go fucking bonkers. So during the day people go out to find food,
water and whatever else they need. Apparently there are restaurants and shops
around that randomly get restocked. No one knows how. Maybe the staff do it. Apparently they aren’t very good at their
jobs though because the restocking sometimes takes a while, which means the food needs
to be rationed. Maybe if they weren’t so busy chasing people
around in the dark they’d get more done. Anyway when night comes the staff go nuts
and everyone holds up inside the walls. Apparently it’s the same everywhere in this
place, whatever this place is. The Ur-Ikea, from whence all other Ikeas sprang. Or maybe we’re all still just in the regular
ikea and this is all some fever dream brought on by mind-numbing boredom. Who knows. Been here for 10 days now. Most of the people I asked said they stopped
keeping track a long time ago and one guy, Chris, said he’d been in here for years. Years. [ILLEGIBLE SCRIBBLES] Apparently there are rumours of people who
do manage to get out. And of people who see the exit, only to have
it vanish before their very eyes. I get the feeling not everyone believes that,
but I do. Explains how we got stuck in here in the first
place (sort of). And I mean, come on. Staff monsters, row after endless row of high
quality Swedish furniture. I don’t know why they would find a disappearing
door so hard to believe in. Anyway, I went out scavenging for food at
a nearby shop with Sandra and Jerry today. Once you learn the landmarks of this place
it’s not so hard to navigate. The overhead signs help a lot, but there are
others; not too far in the distance a huge section of those giant stock shelves has collapsed
against each other and way off in the east (we all assume it’s east anyway – apparently
Ikea doesn’t sell compasses) is some kind of tower that looks like its made of wood,
reaches all the way to the ceiling. Maybe they were trying to break out through
the roof. Lights up at night so there must be people
there, but its apparently a few days walk (which means it must be miles away) so no
one here really knows for sure. Apparently I got incredibly lucky sleeping
out in the open for a week without getting ripped to bits by the staff. That’s me. Lucky lucky lucky. We found some food in the shop. Guess the staff restocked it during the night,
which was nice of them. There was a telephone on the wall, so I figured
I’d try it out. There was a voice on the other end, but they
were just talking nonsense. Random words strung together with no real
meaning. You ever see a video of someone with aphasia? Kind of sounded like that. Didn’t answer me when I spoke to them anyway. Sandra says all the phones in here are the
same. Oops, asking the journal questions again! I was thinking last night. The ceiling on this place is pretty high and
as far as anyone can tell it goes on forever. Shouldn’t there be some kind of weather in
here? I’m sure I read about some NASA building that
was so big it had its own weather patterns, with clouds and stuff. This place is definitely bigger than that,
but now that I think about it I’m pretty sure I’ve never felt so much as a temperature change
in here. I’ll add it to the Grand List of Weird Bullshit. The staff attacked the Exchange last night. Must have been 20 or 30 of them all just asking
us to leave the store calm as you like, while trying to smash the walls down with their
bare hands. Apparently this happens pretty regularly,
so everyone is prepared for it. Knives from the restaurants, lawn mower blades
made into hatchets, a fire axe. One guy, Wasim, even made a functional crossbow. Anyway the walls have holes in them, which
I hadn’t noticed before, specifically so we can stab out at the staff when they attack. Took a couple of them down myself. They don’t seem to bleed, which is weird,
but they go down as easy as a regular person once you start sticking holes in them. We had to haul the bodies away in the morning. Apparently the dead ones will attract more
during the night, so we had to get them away from Exchange. We have a couple of those trolley things they
use to move big boxes around, so we loaded them up and took them over to Pickup. Apparently people just name everything in
here after whatever sign is hanging overhead. Pickup was grisly. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of dead
staff all piled up. There was no smell, which was a blessing. Apparently in addition to not bleeding, these
things don’t rot either. My curiosity got the better of me while we
were unloading them, so I took a look at one of the more cut-up ones. They’re just skin, or something that looks
like skin, all the way through. No muscle, no bone, no organs. Are they even really alive in the first place? They certainly seem like they have bones when
they are moving around, pounding on the walls. And I’m sure I felt more resistance than just
skin when the knife went in during the night. Maybe something happens to them when they
die. Just one more thing on the ever-increasing
list of Weird Shit that goes on in here, I guess. Something occurred to me, after the staff
attack the other night. Every time you see a situation like this on
TV or in a film, like its the end of the world or everyone is trapped on an island or whatever,
once groups like ours start to form people always seem to turn on each other. Fighting for food or dominance or whatever
else. That hasn’t happened here. Apparently people from other towns come by
from time to time, just to check in or occasionally to trade if they are short on something. But everything is always cordial. Friendly, even. Maybe its the threat of the staff, or perhaps
the constant restocking of supplies in the shops means there’s nothing much to fight
over. Maybe people are just better than they are
generally given credit for. That’s a nice thought. I think I’ll go with that one. A dozen people showed up at the gates this
afternoon from a town called Trolleys. Apparently the staff broke through the walls
and tore the town apart during the night. These 12 are the only survivors out of over
a hundred. We let them in, obviously. One more point in the human decency column. Later, I asked if anyone knew how many of
these towns there were out there. Between us and the new folks, we managed to
come up with over 20 names. 20 towns filled with people, and who knows
how many beyond that. The motto for this place should be “How Is
That Even Possible”. Surely someone, somewhere must be looking
for the thousands of people that must be in here. I’ve been here for a little over 2 months
now. Not that much changes, as it turns out. A couple of new people showed up, same story
as the rest of us. Nice little trip to Ikea and suddenly they’re
trapped in Billy Bookcase’s House of Faceless Weirdos. The staff attack the Exchange once or twice
a week. We kill them and haul their bodies off, sometimes
they hurt some of us first. They killed a guy called Jared a couple of
weeks back. It was awful, frankly. Turns out regular humans still bleed in here,
even if the staff don’t. We tried our best, but none of us are doctors. Jared was a good guy. He deserved better. We all do. It occurred to me a couple of days after that,
none of us were really looking for a way out of here. I don’t even know where we’d start. One of those quad copter things with a camera
attached buzzed passed Exchange today. I thought it meant that someone was finally
looking for us, that help was on the way. Apparently it’s not the first time this has
happened, though. Same thing happened a few months ago, and
everyone is still here. No idea if it saw us, it didn’t stop if it
did. Just kept flying until we could no longer
see it. Note: Based on recovery time of the journal,
this entry appears to line up approximately with our first successful test piloting a
drone inside SCP-3008-1. Analysis of footage shows a walled settlement
under a sign labelled “Exchange and Returns” Attempts to relocate the settlement failed. Origin of previously sighted drones is unknown. I started talking to people about the stuff
they miss from home during dinner today. Probably not the best idea I’ve ever had,
everyone seemed pretty down after. A bunch of people here have families. Husbands and wives, kids. Dogs. Franklin apparently has a pet llama, though
I’m not sure I buy that. But apparently some of the people here have
some seriously odd gaps in their knowledge. 3 of them had never heard of the International
Space Station, 2 of them seemed to think █████ ███████ was the Prime Minister, and one of them had apparently
never heard of the Statue of Liberty. I believe them, too. They seemed just as confused as the rest of
us. The more I thought about it though, the more
it started to explain a few things. What if the reason no one is looking for all
us missing people is because we haven’t all come from the same place. This is going to sound weird (maybe that should
be the motto for this place) but what if all the people here have come from different dimensions? Realities? Whatever you call it. I’ve seen enough TV shows to know the drill. Sarah comes from a place where there is no
Statue of Liberty. They didn’t launch a space station where Wasim
is from. If everyone here came from different places,
even from ones that seem identical, there’d be no huge missing persons panic. No mass search. We’d just be a blip, a single missing person
in a world of non-stop news. Well. That was a fun train of thought. Just realised that yesterday was the six month
anniversary of my arrival here. I wonder if Ikea sells party hats. The routine around here has remained more
or less the same. More new folk show up, one every couple of
weeks or so. Food supplies go up and down, but we’ve never
actually had a major shortage. Occasionally we get a visitor from one of
the nearby towns, usually Checkouts or Aisle 630. We check in with each other from time to time,
occasionally trade supplies if someone gets particularly low on something. It’s comforting, in a way. A reminder that we aren’t alone in here, some
small glimmer of civilisation. Sometimes they bring medical supplies. Apparently there’s a pharmacy a few towns
down from Checkouts that gets restocked every now and then, so they share out what they
can. I’ve never heard of an Ikea with a pharmacy
before but at this point I wouldn’t be surprised if someone stumbled on an Ikea Organ Harvesting
Lab. Would certainly explain the staff. Speaking of our faceless jailers, their attacks
have been getting worse lately. 3 or 4 times a week now, with twice as many
staff as there used to be. No idea where they all come from, or why the
attacks have increased. We tried following one of them during the
day a few weeks ago, me and Sarah. Wanted to see if they lead back to a staff
room or something. Didn’t seem to go anywhere though, just randomly
walked through the aisles. We had to turn back before we found anything. We’ve been reinforcing the walls, trying to
arm ourselves better. Certainly no lack of materials to use. Wasim has been making more crossbows, but
it’s pretty slow going. Too bad Ikea doesn’t sell guns. Note: No new personnel have entered SCP-3008
at Site-██ in the time span indicated in this entry. The attacks are getting bad now. Almost every night, and with so many staff
that the bodies almost pile high enough for others to climb the walls. I think we’re in real trouble here. Exchange is I think Exchange is done. We got hit pretty bad last night. Not many casualties, but the wall is wrecked. We finally figured out why the attacks had
been escalating, too. A box of supplies had a chunk of one of the
staff in there. No idea how it happened but apparently a piece
of one will draw them as well as a full body. Too late now in any case, there’s too many
bodies for us to haul away and still have time to fix the wall before night. Candace has called a meeting. I suspect there will be talk of abandoning
Exchange, maybe try and get shelter at Checkouts or something. It’s already getting late though. I don’t think we’ll have time to make it. Maybe some of us will. I was fine for that first week out in the
dark, after all. But then, how often can I keep getting lucky. I’m only writing this for a sense of closure,
I guess. For me, or for anyone who finds this. If this is the final entry here, I hope whoever
is reading this is doing so from outside of this place. My biggest fear? If I do die tonight, I’ll just wake up here
again in the morning. Note: This is the last entry. It is assumed that while attempting to reach
the “Checkouts” settlement he was separated from the rest of his group by a pursuing SCP-3008-2
instance and happened upon the exit.

100 thoughts on “SCP-3008 Infinite IKEA | euclid | Building / extradimensional scp

  1. Whats up logang today we are doing 24 hour challenge in this here ikea!
    So we're here minuits before closing so let's hide in the shelf! [] 30 min later [] 3008-2: hi there I'm sorry but the store is closed. Logan: OMG THIS STAFF THING IS TRYING TO KILL US *jakes leg gets ripped off* MY LEG MY FU*CAMERA CUTS OFF* so Logang it's day 6 in our 24 our challenge we found some sort of settlement and they fixed up Jake's Leg I think we're going to be here long time

  2. This is my favourite scp just because of the journal. Major maze runner vibes.

  3. "The store is now closed please leave" uses extreme violence in response to customers still being there.

  4. Author : yes I’m freeeeeeeeeeeeee !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    The stuff : gotcha bitch
    Author : o shit
    The stuff : ( tearing apart the author )
    Scp personnel : ( shoots the stuff )

  5. Can we just send every 24 hour clickbait youtuber here, let them do creepy clickbait rituals, and put cameras inside? Sounds like a series!

  6. What if mobile task force tied a rope to the door had one person make sure it does not come loose near the door and have them go into 3008-1 or mabye even a class d.

  7. Have you ever heard of BACKWARDS LONG JUMP RIGHT TROUGH THE THING THAT TELEPORTS YOU BACK AND STOP AT THE LOADING ZONE AND GET THE FUCK OUT
    yeah the space is actually REALLY tiny and you can just backwards long jump out of it. the illusion comes from the fog and being teleported back and forth.

  8. That should be the cechfrase for the SCP Foundations. "How is that even possible."

  9. Put me in with a sig x5 4 mags and a century c308 and I'll rule these entities.

  10. I don't see why they don't just through scp 682 in here…

    1. virtually impossible to escape

    2. infinite food (staff) to eat (probably would satisfy him)

    3. kills a bunch of those d-class villages with so many that are over-due

  11. I have a terrible terrible joke…
    this explains why my dad never got back from the store

  12. What is the name of that piano melody at the end I keep hearing it on other videos but I can’t find the name for it

  13. The only reason all of those people got lost is because they took their wives with them

  14. waitt.. if traders come in why cant they just tell the traders to show the way out?

  15. 17:27 "They killed a guy called Jared a couple of weeks back"

    WTF that's my name!

  16. Forget the Avengers……These people can really assemble……everything.

  17. Its scary enough to put the furniture together after you get it home.the best way to get out of that place is to tell them you forgot your money. They will help you outside

  18. I love this scp I have been tempted to make a dungeons and dragons game based on it many a time

  19. Man. The second I first stepped inside an IKEA, my first thought upon seeing all the stuff they had and how big it was was that it’d make an awesome setting for some kind of survival situation.

    Seems I wasn’t the only one.

  20. Am I the only person that realizes this describes most IKEA locations and Walmarts for that matter, I wouldn't be surprised if there was a wall. Her like this where all staff her voiceless zombies that attack you at night and don't do anything useful during the day. I've been to a couple of Walmart here in Canada that were pretty god damn big. We've got this IKEA store that there's no way I'm ever going into you could quite easily without the staff knowing it live there for days. It's not a joke, it's back. It's one of the biggest stores in Canada, if I remember correctly it would take a person over one day walk from one end of the location to the other it's one of the largest doors in Canada. immediately thought of that idea when I was watching this. I often wonder how they even come close to making sure there's no customers in that lace when it poses pretty sure it's not a 24-hour location.

  21. Item #: SCP-3008

    Object Class: Euclid

    Special Containment Procedures: The retail park containing SCP-3008 has been purchased by the Foundation and converted into Site-██. All public roads leading to or passing by Site-██ have been redirected.

    The entrance to SCP-3008 is to be monitored at all times, and no one is to enter SCP-3008 outside of testing, as permitted by the Senior Researcher.

    Humans exiting SCP-3008 are to be detained and then debriefed prior to the administration of amnestics. Dependent upon the duration of their stay in SCP-3008, a cover story may need to be generated prior to their release.

    Any other entities exiting SCP-3008 are to be terminated.

    Description: SCP-3008 is a large retail unit previously owned by and branded as IKEA, a popular furniture retail chain. A person entering SCP-3008 through the main entrance and then passing out of sight of the doors will find themselves translocated to SCP-3008-1. This displacement will typically go unnoticed as no change will occur from the perspective of the victim; they will generally not become aware until they try to return to the entrance.

    SCP-3008-1 is a space resembling the inside of an IKEA furniture store, extending far beyond the limits of what could physically be contained within the dimensions of the retail unit. Current measurements indicate an area of at least 10km2 with no visible external terminators detected in any direction. Inconclusive results from the use of laser rangefinders has led to the speculation that the space may be infinite.

    SCP-3008-1 is inhabited by an unknown number of civilians trapped within prior to containment. Gathered data suggests they have formed a rudimentary civilisation within SCP-3008-1, including the construction of settlements and fortifications for the purpose of defending against SCP-3008-2.

    SCP-3008-2 are humanoid entities that exist within SCP-3008-1. While superficially resembling humans they possess exaggerated and inconsistent bodily proportions, often described as being too short or too tall. They possess no facial features and in all observed cases wear a yellow shirt and blue trousers consistent with the IKEA employee uniform.

    SCP-3008-1 has a rudimentary day-night cycle, determined by the overhead lighting within the space activating and deactivating at times consistent with the opening and closing times of the original retail store. During the "night" instances of SCP-3008-2 will become violent towards all other lifeforms within SCP-3008-1. During these bouts of violence they have been heard to vocalise phrases in English that are typically variations of "The store is now closed, please exit the building". Once "day" begins SCP-3008-2 instances immediately become passive and begin moving throughout SCP-3008-1 seemingly at random. They are unresponsive to questioning or other verbal cues in this state, though will react violently if attacked.

    SCP-3008-1 is known to have one or more exits located within though these exits do not appear to have a fixed position, making it difficult to leave SCP-3008-1 once inside. Using any other door besides the main entrance to enter the structure or breaking through the walls of the retail unit leads into the non-anomalous interior of the original store.

    Since containment began 14 individuals have managed to exit SCP-3008. Following extensive debriefing all individuals have been administered amnestics and released.

    Incident 3008-1: At 00:37 on ██/██/200█ a human male exited SCP-3008, followed 10 seconds later by an instance of SCP-3008-2. SCP-3008-2 caught and killed the man before itself being terminated by armed response personnel. This incident represents the only time an instance of SCP-3008-2 has been seen exiting SCP-3008. A full autopsy on the corpse was performed; see 3008-2 Autopsy Log for more details.

    The man was carrying an IKEA-branded journal seeming to document his time in SCP-3008-1, transcribed below verbatim.

  22. Imagine the Yakuza gun smugglers drug smugglers warlord they would love this building lol or even as a prison to let the worst criminals fight it out

  23. There are better versions, but to get a easy one and you have ROBLOX, you should play this > https://web.roblox.com/games/1359767095/SCP-3008#!/about . Dont die and build fine

  24. This is by far one of my favorite scps. I wish this was real. I know I would most likely die or never be seen again but if I had the chance to explore that store I would with very little hesitation.

  25. SCP Ideas are getting really uncreative while they’re resorting to an Ikea store.

  26. This is every Ikea expedition for me, regularly 2 – 6 months per expedition, but no big skin weirdos

  27. My question is what if someone knocked down the shelves in the IKEA? Wouldn't every thing collapse until it stops at a certain point

  28. My theory : scp-3008 is like hell , an infinity maze where poor souls are trapped in for the eternity and the staff they are just poor souls that died trapped in IKEA or were killed by other staff members i think they just want to help you get out of this hell that they are trapped in, during the day they just doing their job but truly they just want to help you but they cant because the boss is watching them ,during the night when the lights are out and the boss is no longer watching them , they show their true faces (sorry for the joke) they get all crazy on you but truly they want to help you get out , but since their hands are so big they ended up killing their victims and the victim that was killed just ended up being another employee
    Trapped for life in IKEA just waiting to get the hell out of there.

  29. After 772737 hour, i cant find the exit, if this was real and never see the exit i would say "GAAAAAHHHH, darn i have blood pressure"

  30. have D Classs line up and football pass local tracking devices and reading and transmission beacons with walkie talkies available for any survivor at each one, and bring 60 foot ladders, and fireworks, and many batteries, string and spot lights, wood and metal worker tools, soil and seeds, and compases, as well as 40 flare guns 2 mounted guns, and pulleys, and paint sponges that can deploy on the sides of boots to mark the ground with luminecent paintand see when the staff cross the fresh paint at night
    amd the standard assult weaponry with bayonets and bodybags with a set of d- class body chaining every 2 weeks
    to shine both lights and shoot 3 green flares over 30 minutes to see if any people have organized and mapped to bring survivors back and bring a few bodies of the staff back for testing with caution raised at the exit and give survivores a psychological examination and see if they would be interested in working for the foundation

  31. Countably infinite or UNcountably?
    vsauce is triggered

  32. I have a crazy and scary theory. Once a person is trapped in scp 3008 what if you have a clone of yourself and also the ikea monsters says “exit” so if your clone “exits” the store it would act like you and act if nothing happened, but if your the “lucky ones” you would have to suffer. And that’s my theory

  33. Ya done a justice reading this one for us Steve, very enjoyable. Sound very casual in this read.

  34. The true purpose of scp 3008 may be is to populate the ikea with people endlessly.

  35. The giant tower in the distance is interesting.
    Do the staff just ignore anything if it is high up?
    Oops, asking the journal questions again!

  36. It's kinda sad to imagine this post-apocalyptic-like, side history of civilizations going on inside this mirror dimension, that nobody knows about because for the worlds where these people disappeared from, they're just missing people. All this history and surviving going on that nobody will ever know about. Almost makes you wonder if its worth it in the end to survive there. Reminds me of Narnia how you had these pirates from our world suddenly pop into that universe but at least there its an actual other world, while here its just a stupid infinite version of a retail store. Maybe that's why this feels so much worse to me.

  37. I have been skipping this SCP for month`s but new SCP story`s are getting rare so i decided to chance it and quite enjoyed the story, No more going to IKEA for me, LOL

  38. But what would happen if you destroy the building? like tear it down or blow it up or something.

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