SCPs but they're explained by an idiot

SCP-012

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: 012 is to be put in a dark room, because it has been a bad SCP and it deserves a timeout.

If anybody see 012, they are to be immediately escorted to counseling and the doctor's office.

(You know what time it is? It's random skit time)

Doctor: So why are you here

Person: I looked at SCP-012

Doctor:

Person:

Doctor: Take this lollipop and get the hell out of my church

Person: but this is a doctor's office-

Doctor: gET oUT-

No wait, just imagine, a guy goes to college for about 13 years to be a doctor, like, they studied hard, they took an uncountable amount of tests, they're fed up with the world

and then some random guy walks in saying they looked at a piece of paper

(just imagine what the counselor would say)

Counselor: So you looked at a piece of paper, how does that make you feel

Person: Suicidal

Counselor:

Person:

Counselor: so how does that make you feel

Description: 012 was discovered by some archaeologist in the northern part of Italy.

(Quite honestly, I didn't even know Italy HAD a northern part so I can't really go into more detail)

012 is a (surprise,surprise) piece of paper with a handwritten score

(that's  a piece of paper with music on it, for you non-band/orchestra/choir kids)

It's called: "On Mount Golgotha", and it's incomplete.

(Lovely. I find some random score, and it's not even completed yet?!)

The ink (Which is a weird red/black color) is apparently made of blood from various people.

(I'm having Order of the Phoenix flashbacks)

After that,  investigations were conducted to determine 012's anomalous properties.

A bunch of test subjects were allowed access to 012 and uh, (and I quote)

"...the subjects mutilated themselves in order to use their own blood to finish the piece, resulting in subsequent symptoms of psychosis and massive trauma."

In dummy terms, that means those test subjects used their own blood to finish that cursed piece, and uh, kind of got psychosis. Which is to be expected.

The subjects who managed to complete a section immediately committed suicide, saying that the piece was 'impossible to complete'.

Fun fact: Any attempts to actually play the score results in an absolute mess, each instrument not having any sort of harmony with any other.

Me: maybe they're playing the wrong key

Everyone else: get out

Me: oh okay

(PHEW. 374 words already? Wow.)