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Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only
the last 4,000 have been of any significance.

So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires,
fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came
up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So
we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.

In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when
there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the
universe demands the absurd and impossible.

Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must
stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it,
contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and
normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.

— The Administrator

Mission Statement

Operating clandestine and worldwide, the Foundation operates beyond jurisdiction,

empowered and entrusted by every major national government with the task of containing
anomalous objects, entities, and phenomena. These anomalies pose a significant threat to
global security by threatening either physical or psychological harm.

The Foundation operates to maintain normalcy, so that the worldwide civilian population can
live and go on with their daily lives without fear, mistrust, or doubt in their personal beliefs,
and to maintain human independence from extraterrestrial, extradimensional, and other
extranormal influence.

Our mission is three-fold:

The Foundation secures anomalies with the goal of preventing them from falling into the
hands of civilian or rival agencies, through extensive observation and surveillance and by
acting to intercept such anomalies at the earliest opportunity.


The Foundation contains anomalies with the goal of preventing their influence or effects from
spreading, by either relocating, concealing, or dismantling such anomalies or by suppressing
or preventing public dissemination of knowledge thereof.


The Foundation protects humanity from the effects of such anomalies as well as the
anomalies themselves until such time that they are either fully understood or new theories of
science can be devised based on their properties and behavior. The Foundation may also
neutralize or destroy anomalies as an option of last resort, if they are determined to be too
dangerous to be contained.

Foundation Operations

Foundation covert and clandestine operations are undertaken across the globe in pursuit of
our primary missions.

Special Containment Procedures

The Foundation maintains an extensive database of information regarding anomalies

requiring Special Containment Procedures, commonly referred to as "SCPs". The primary
Foundation database contains summaries of such anomalies and emergency procedures for
maintaining or re-establishing safe containment in the case of a containment breach or other

Anomalies may take many forms, be it an object, an entity, a location, or a free-standing

phenomenon. These anomalies are categorized into one of several Object Classes and are
either contained at one of the Foundation's myriad Secure Facilities or contained on-site if
relocation is deemed unfeasible.

Operational Security

The Foundation operates with the utmost secrecy. All Foundation personnel must observe the
Security Clearance Levels as well as need-to-know and compartmentalization of information.
Personnel found in violation of Foundation security protocols will be identified, detained, and
subject to disciplinary action.

Rival Agencies and Groups of Interest

The Foundation is not the only organization with knowledge of and capability to interact with
or utilize anomalies. While some of these Groups of Interest have similar goals and may
cooperate with us on issues of global security, many more are opportunistic and
profit-oriented, seeking to adapt or use anomalies to their own ends. Foundation personnel
are instructed to treat individuals from such groups with suspicion at all times, and
collaboration with such groups without the explicit prior consent of Foundation leadership
will be cause for termination or other disciplinary action.

Object Classes

All anomalous objects, entities, and phenomena requiring Special Containment Procedures
are assigned an Object Class for purposes of research priority, budgeting, and other
considerations. The class assigned to an object is generally determined by a number of
factors, but most importantly by a combination of its difficulty to contain as well as the
danger posed to Foundation personnel and humanity at large.

A particular anomaly's classification is subject to update and modification as research and our
understanding of the object, entity, or phenomenon improves.

Primary Classes

These are the most common Object Classes assigned to anomalies, and make up the bulk of
the Foundation's database.


Safe-class objects are those anomalies that are either sufficiently understood that they are
now completely and reliably contained on a permanent basis or otherwise do not trigger their
anomalous effects unless intentionally activated.

Classifying an anomaly as Safe, however, does not mean that handling or activating it does
not pose a threat, and personnel are to be reminded that all Special Containment Procedures
and safety protocols are to be observed at all times.


Euclid-class objects are anomalies that are either insufficiently understood or inherently
unpredictable, such that reliable containment is not always possible, but do not pose
sufficient threat to qualify for Keter classification. The vast majority of anomalies cataloged
and contained by the Foundation are initially classified as Euclid until they are either
sufficiently understood or exhibit sufficient danger to qualify for reclassification.

In particular, any anomaly that exhibits autonomy, sentience and/or sapience is generally
classified a Euclid-class entity at minimum, due to the inherent unpredictability of an object
that can act or think on its own.


Keter-class objects are anomalies that pose an inimical threat to the safety of Foundation
personnel and the rest of mankind and either require extensive and complex procedures to
contain or cannot be fully contained by the Foundation's current technology and knowledge.

These anomalies are generally considered the most dangerous ones in Foundation
containment, and all research efforts are directed towards enabling more reliable containment
of such anomalies or, as a last resort, the timely neutralization or destruction of its anomalous

Secondary Classes

The following Object Classes are sub-classes that supplement the object's primary (or former)


Neutralized anomalies are those that are no longer anomalous, either through having been
intentionally or accidentally destroyed, disabled, or otherwise no longer function or exhibit
anomalous effects.

The documentation for Neutralized anomalies is archived for posterity in case the anomaly
regains its anomalous properties or otherwise recurs in the future.


Explained anomalies are those that are completely and fully understood to the point where
their effects are now explainable by mainstream science, have been debunked as a false or
mistaken classification, or are so widespread and publicly disseminated such that containment
is no longer possible.

Esoteric Classes

The following Object Classes fall outside of the purview of standard classification.


Thaumiel-class objects are highly classified and extremely rare anomalies that are utilized by
the Foundation to contain or counteract the effects of other highly dangerous anomalies,
especially Keter-class objects. Even the mere existence of Thaumiel-class objects is classified
at the highest levels of the Foundation and their locations, functions, and current status are
known to few Foundation personnel outside of the O5 Council.

Security Clearance Levels


Foundation security clearances granted to personnel represent the highest level or type of
information to which they can be granted access. However, having any given clearance level
does not automatically grant access to all information at that level: personnel are only granted
access to information on a "need-to-know" basis and at the discretion of the designated
disclosure officer overseeing their respective departments.

Level 0 (For Official Use Only)

Level 0 security clearances are given to non-essential personnel with no need to access
information regarding anomalous objects or entities in Foundation containment. Level 0
access is typically held by personnel in non-secured clerical, logistics, or janitorial positions
at facilities with no access to operational data.

Level 1 (Confidential)

Level 1 security clearances are given to personnel working in proximity to but with no direct,
indirect, or informational access to anomalous objects or entities in containment. Level 1
security clearances are typically granted to personnel working in clerical, logistics, or
janitorial positions at facilities with containment capability or otherwise must handle
sensitive information.

Level 2 (Restricted)

Level 2 security clearances are given to security and research personnel that require direct
access to information regarding anomalous objects and entities in containment. Most research
staff, field agents, and containment specialists hold a Level 2 security clearance.

Level 3 (Secret)

Level 3 security clearances are given to senior security and research personnel that require
in-depth data regarding the source, recovery circumstances, and long-term planning for
anomalous objects and entities in containment. Most senior research staff, project managers,
security officers, response team members, and Mobile Task Force operatives hold a Level 3
security clearance.

Level 4 (Top Secret)

Level 4 security clearances are given to senior administration that require access to site-wide
and/or regional intelligence as well as long-term strategic data regarding Foundation
operations and research projects. Level 4 security clearances are typically only held by Site
Directors, Security Directors, or Mobile Task Force Commanders.

Level 5 (Thaumiel)

Level 5 security clearances are given to the highest-ranking administrative personnel within
the Foundation and grant effectively unlimited access to all strategic and otherwise sensitive
data. Level 5 security clearances are typically only granted to O5 Council members and
selected staff.

Personnel Classifications

Classifications are assigned to personnel based on their proximity to potentially dangerous

anomalous objects, entities, or phenomena.

Class A

Class A personnel are those deemed essential to Foundation strategic operations, and are not
allowed direct access to anomalies under any circumstances. When circumstances require
Class A personnel to be in direct proximity to such anomalies (such as in the case of facilities
housing containment units), Class A personnel are not allowed access to the areas of the
facility containing such anomalies and are to be kept in secured areas at all times. In the case
of an emergency, Class A personnel are to be immediately evacuated to a designated and
secure off-site location. O5 Council members are always Class A personnel.

Class B

Class B personnel are those deemed essential to local Foundation operations, and may only
be granted access to objects, entities, and anomalies that have passed quarantine and have
been cleared of any potential mind-affecting effects or memetic agents. In the event of a
containment breach or hostile action against a Foundation facility, Class B personnel are to
be evacuated to a designated, secure off-site location as soon as possible.

Class C

Class C personnel are personnel with direct access to most anomalies not deemed strictly
hostile or dangerous. Class C personnel that have had direct contact with potentially
mind-affecting or memetic properties may be subject to mandatory quarantine and psychiatric
evaluation as deemed necessary by security personnel. In the event of a containment breach
or hostile action against a Foundation facility, non-combatant Class C personnel are to either
report to secure lock-down areas or evacuated at the discretion of on-site security personnel
in the case of a site-wide breach or other catastrophic event.

Class D

Class D personnel are expendable personnel used to handle extremely hazardous anomalies
and are not allowed to come into contact with Class A or Class B personnel. Class D
personnel are typically drawn worldwide from the ranks of prison inmates convicted of
violent crimes, especially those on death row. In times of duress, Protocol 12 may be enacted,
which allows recruitment from other sources — such as political prisoners, refugee
populations, and other civilian sources — that can be transferred into Foundation custody
under plausibly deniable circumstances. Class D personnel are to be given regular mandatory
psychiatric evaluations and are to be administered an amnestic of at least Class B strength or
terminated at the end of the month at the discretion of on-site security or medical staff. In the
event of a catastrophic site event, Class D personnel are to be terminated immediately except
as deemed necessary by on-site security personnel.

Class E

Class E is a provisional classification applied to field agents and containment personnel that
have been exposed to potentially dangerous effects during the course of securing and
establishing initial containment over a newly-designated anomalous object, entity, or
phenomenon. Class E personnel are to be quarantined as soon as possible, monitored, and
screened for potentially harmful changes in behavior, personality, or physiology, and may
only return to duty after being fully debriefed and cleared by psychiatric and medical staff.

Staff Titles

These are general occupational titles that are typically used in the Foundation.

Site Staff
Containment Specialist

Containment specialists have two main roles at Foundation facilities. Firstly, containment
teams are called upon to respond to confirmed cases of anomalous activity to secure and
establish initial containment over anomalous objects, entities, or phenomena and transport
them to the nearest Foundation containment site.

In addition, Foundation containment engineers and technicians are called upon to devise,
refine, and maintain containment units and schemes for objects, entities, and phenomena in
Foundation facilities.


Researchers are the scientific branch of the Foundation, drawn from the ranks of the smartest
and best-trained research scientists from around the world. With specialists in every field
imaginable, from chemistry and botany to more esoteric or specialized fields such as
theoretical physics and xenobiology, the goal of the Foundation's research projects is to gain
a better understanding of unexplained anomalies and how they operate.

Security Officer

On-site security officers — often referred to simply as guards — at Foundation facilities are
tasked with maintaining physical and information security for Foundation projects,
operations, and personnel. Primarily drawn and recruited from military, law enforcement, and
correctional facility personnel, security officers are trained in the use of all types of weapons
as well as a variety of contingency plans covering both containment breach incidents as well
as hostile action. These personnel are also responsible for information security, such as
making sure that sensitive documents are not misplaced and that a facility's computer systems
are safe from outside intrusion. They are also often the first line of defense against hostile
outside forces for Foundation facilities.

Tactical Response Officer

Response teams — or tactical teams — are highly trained and heavily armed combat teams
tasked with escorting containment teams when dangerous anomalous entities or hostile
Groups of Interest are involved and defending Foundation facilities against hostile action.
Response teams are effectively military units stationed at major Foundation facilities that are
ready to deploy at a moment's notice.

Field Personnel

Field Agent

Field agents are the eyes and ears of the Foundation, personnel trained to look for and
investigate signs of anomalous activity, often undercover with local or regional law
enforcement or embedded in local services such as emergency medical services and
regulatory organizations. As undercover units, field agents are typically not equipped to deal
with confirmed cases of anomalous activity; once such an incident has been confirmed and
isolated, field agents will typically call for assistance from the nearest field containment team
with the means to safely secure and contain such anomalies.
Mobile Task Force Operative

Mobile Task Forces are specialist units comprised of veteran field personnel drawn from all
over the Foundation. These task forces are mobilized to deal with threats of a specific nature
and can include anything from field researchers specializing in a particular type of anomaly
to heavily armed combat units tasked to secure certain types of hostile anomalous entity. See
the Task Forces document for more detailed information.


Site Director

Site directors for major Foundation facilities are the highest-ranking personnel at that location
and are responsible for the continued, safe operation of the site and all of its contained
anomalies and projects. All major departmental directors report directly to the Site Director,
who in turn reports to the O5 Council.

O5 Council Member

The O5 Council refers to the committee consisting of the highest-ranking directors of the
Foundation. With complete access to all information regarding anomalies in containment, the
O5 Council oversees all Foundation operations worldwide and directs its long-term strategic
plans. Due to the sensitivity of their positions, O5 Council members must not come into
direct contact with any anomalous object, entity, or phenomenon. Furthermore, the identities
of all O5 Council members is classified; all council members are referred to only by their
numeric designation (O5-1 through O5-13).

Secure Facilities Locations

Facility Designations

The Foundation maintains and operates a large number of facilities worldwide, from small
outposts with only a handful of staff to major Sites with thousands of personnel.


Foundation facilities designated as Sites are covert facilities, meaning that while existence of
the facility is known to the public, such facilities are often disguised under government or
corporate fronts. Sites are often built in locations in relatively close proximity to civilian
populations, where facilities would require such cover.


Foundation facilities designated as Areas are clandestine facilities, meaning that civilians are
not aware of its existence at all. Such facilities are often built far away from civilian
populations and may contain highly dangerous anomalies; the vast majority of Areas have
extreme fail-safe measures such as on-site nuclear warheads.

Facility Sections

Sectors are sections of Sites or Areas that are designated for specific purposes, such as
containment, research, or storage. The exact usage of Sectors vary from facility to facility and
is dependent on the facility's primary purpose and size.


Units are self-contained sections of Sites or Areas such as those containing Biological or
Dimensional anomalies and are designed to self-seal in case of a breach or other catastrophic
event. All personnel entering or exiting a Unit must typically undergo a full decontamination


These prefixes are often used to denote specializations of facilities or facility sections and are
generally only used in internal communication.


Armed denotes a facility or facility section with abnormally high physical security concerns,
either due to containment of violent hostile entities or threat of outside attack. Such facilities
typically have a large amount of military-grade weaponry and vehicles as well as a
disproportionately large number of permanent security staff; in the case of a full facility, this
typically entails a detachment of at least battalion or regiment strength.

Biological (Bio)

Biological containment facilities or facility sections deal with infectious or otherwise

biohazardous anomalies and are both isolated and self-contained to prevent the possible
escape of such anomalies.


Containment facilities or facility sections are primarily equipped and intended for the
containment of anomalous objects, entities, or phenomena.

Dimensional (Dim)

Dimensional containment facilities or facility sections deal with extradimensional apertures

or anomalies exhibiting inconsistent or warped spacetime.


Humanoid containment facilities or facility sections primarily deal with sentient, sapient
human or near-human entities capable of understanding and complying with instructions.
These are essentially analogous to a prison facility for anomalous entities.

Protected facilities and facility sections are "safe zones" kept free of anomalous influence. No
anomalies are allowed within these facilities at any time.


Provisional facilities are those that are established or built around an immobile anomaly.
Provisional facilities typically contain only a single anomaly.


Reliquary facilities or facility sections are designed for handling artifacts and objects of
religious or historical significance.


Research facilities or facility sections are designed for either the handling and study of
anomalies or anomalous materials or research and development of new containment schemes
and methods.


Storage facilities or facility sections are intended for long-term storage of non-anomalous or
inert anomalous objects with no risk of autonomous interaction.


These are Foundation facilities or locations that do not fall under the standard organizational

Observation Posts

Observation Posts are tiny facilities established in a multitude of locations worldwide. Often
limited to small standalone buildings or single units within larger buildings, Observation
Posts are typically used to monitor regional communications for flagged content, as well as
monitor nearby Foundation facilities. Many Observation Posts are also used as secure
communications hubs or safe-houses by undercover Foundation agents.

Facilities List (Abridged)

The following is a partial list of notable Foundation facilities. Please note that this list is
incomplete; many Foundation facilities are not listed here due to operational security
requirements or because their purpose and/or location are classified. Many facility
designations have also been recycled over time as the original facilities are decommissioned
or otherwise no longer in use.


Site-01 (Protected Site-01, Overwatch HQ)

Site-01 is a safe zone that acts as a data backup for all major Foundation facilities worldwide
as well as a secure meeting facility for O5 Council members and other high-ranking
Foundation personnel. As with all Protected Sites, no anomalies of any kind are allowed in
proximity of Site-01. The location of Site-01 is strictly classified.


Site-19 is the largest Foundation facility currently in operation, housing hundreds of Safe-
and Euclid-class anomalies.

Mobile Task Forces


Mobile Task Forces (MTFs) are elite units comprised of personnel drawn from across the
Foundation and are mobilized to deal with specific threats or situations that sometimes
exceed the operational capacity or expertise of regular field personnel and — as their name
suggests — may be relocated between facilities or locations as they are needed. Mobile Task
Force personnel represent the "best of the best" of the Foundation.

Mobile Task Forces can vary greatly in size, composition, and purpose. A battalion-strength
combat-oriented task force trained to deal with highly aggressive anomalous entities may
consist of hundreds of troops plus support personnel, vehicles, and equipment and can be
deployed in whole or in part to deal with threats across the globe. However, not all Mobile
Task Forces are combat-oriented and a small, specialized intelligence-gathering or
investigative task force may have fewer than a dozen personnel if that is deemed sufficient to
accomplish their goals.

While in the field, task force members often pose as emergency responders, local or federal
law enforcement, or military personnel appropriate to the region in which they are operating.
Mobile Task Force Commanders can also request the assistance of local field units or
personnel stationed at nearby Foundation facilities in order to accomplish their missions.


The organization of Mobile Task Forces varies greatly as each unit is fundamentally
structured in a way that best suits their intended purpose. While combat-oriented task forces
may closely follow military hierarchy and organization, smaller units may have an informal
or otherwise esoteric chain of command.

As such, the responsibilities of the Mobile Task Force Commander (MTFC) for each
particular task force can vary greatly; the commander for a large task force might focus on
maintaining multiple teams and deploying them as necessary to each assigned operation,
whereas the commander of a small team might deploy with their team and direct the
operation from on location.

Similarly, the cohesion of each unit may vary greatly as well. Some Mobile Task Forces
consist of personnel who have trained and worked for many years or even decades together,
whereas the personnel of a Mobile Task Force formed on a moment's notice to deal with a
specific incident may know little more than each others' names and fields of expertise.

Mobile Task Forces are typically commissioned as deemed necessary by the Foundation's
Director of Task Forces, often with the direct approval of one or more O5 Council members.
A significant number of Mobile Task Forces are created to deal with specific anomalies
exhibiting traits that standard containment or response teams are unable to effectively
counteract, though many were also created to pre-empt an emerging or theoretical threat.


Mobile Task Forces created for the purpose of containing a particular anomaly are typically
deactivated at the end of the recovery operation or when ongoing containment is deemed no
longer necessary. Occasionally, such task forces may remain operational if the expertise and
experiences learned are considered useful for future incidents, but otherwise the task force
will likely be disbanded and its personnel returned to their prior posts. Very rarely, a Mobile
Task Force will also be disbanded if it suffers sufficient casualties to render it incapable of
operation; in these cases, if the prior capability of that particular task force is deemed
necessary, a new task force may be commissioned to replace it.

Mobile Task Force Database

The following is a partial list of notable Mobile Task Force units. Please note that this list is
incomplete, as many Mobile Task Forces are mobilized for a specific operation and
subsequently deactivated or are otherwise operating under protocols that preclude their
mention in a document of this classification level. Many Mobile Task Force designations
have also been reused over time for functionally different units.

Task Forces List (Abridged)

Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") (Combat Task Force)

Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 is a task force that reports directly to the O5 Council and is used
in situations that require the strictest operational security. Consisting of the Foundation's best
and most loyal operatives, all additional information regarding MTF Alpha-1 is classified
Level 5.

Mobile Task Force Beta-1 ("Cauterizers") (Undercover Task Force)

Mobile Task Force Beta-1 is a highly classified task force specializing in dealing with
suspected cases of enemy infiltration within Foundation personnel and possible information
leaks to other Groups of Interest. The identities of MTF Beta-1 personnel and even the exact
size of the task force is classified Level 5 and known only to the O5 Council and the Director
of Task Forces.

Mobile Task Force Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") (Undercover Task Force)

Mobile Task Force Gamma-5 specializes in preventing the dissemination of knowledge of

anomalous events or phenomena in cases where initial suppression efforts have proven
ineffective or insufficient, or in cases where such knowledge has already reached critical
levels of public exposure. This includes the research and deployment of experimental
amnestics as well as memory fabrication procedures. MTF Gamma-5 is involved in the
ongoing containment of SCP-1460, SCP-1570, and SCP-1548.

Mobile Task Force Omega-7 ("Pandora's Box") (Esoteric Task Force)

[Mobile Task Force Omega-7 is an experimental task force specializing in the acquisition and
containment of anomalies utilizing cooperative anomalous humanoid entities, particularly
SCP-076 and SCP-105.] Mobile Task Force Omega-7 has been disbanded and
decommissioned; this entry is to be deleted by order of the Records and Information Security

Groups of Interest

The Foundation is not the only group with an interest and investment in the paranormal and
metaphysical. There are many other groups in existence who possess, use, or attempt to
create SCP objects, either for their own personal gain or for the protection of mankind. Some
are rival organizations, some are splinter groups of the Foundation, and some are trusted
associates of the Foundation. In any case, it has been deemed necessary to create and
distribute a brief on what agencies the Foundation knows about, and our stance towards them.

Alexylva University

Very little is known about Alexylva University or its motives. Evidence appears to suggest
that the organization exists in some sort of alternate universe in which Latin and Greek
cultures maintain dominance at least over the Western Hemisphere; nothing to date is known
about any other part of this world. All University-related objects have been found in the
Mid-Southern United States, and more specifically in Tennessee, leading Foundation
researchers to believe the University itself is located in that geographical area.

Many objects associated with the University (which is not believed to have built the objects)
are recovered during postal transit via an agency known as "Phitransimun Combine" and
accompanied by relevant paperwork, which has helped shed light on the objects and the place
from which they came. To date, all that is known about the methods that transfer the objects
is that the technology uses principles similar to that of the Einstein-Rosen Bridge, a concept
considered purely theoretical by contemporary science. A particular section of the University
known as the Department of Natural Philosophy is considered responsible for the
transferences, possibly without the knowledge or consent of the rest of the organization.

Are We Cool Yet?

A collective of "art terrorists", the members of Are We Cool Yet? are capable of either
obtaining or producing anomalous objects and entities, and using them to create art
installations. These installations are placed for maximum public exposure, and are often —
but not always — fatal to bystanders; the phrase "Are We Cool Yet?" is always present in
some way.

The Black Queen

Very little conclusive information has been recovered about the person of interest called the
Black Queen. She claims the given name "Alison Chao", the name of the daughter of
researcher Dr. ██████ Gears and ██████ ███ Chao before Gears' recruitment by the

The Black Queen possesses unusual knowledge of Foundation structure and activities, and
contained anomalies. The reason for this unusual knowledge has yet to be conclusively
identified, but it appears to be gained partially through anomalous means (including the
possibility of extra-universal information sources). She has repeatedly been able to breach
Foundation security utilizing this information, in addition to classified anomalous means.

Conflicting reports exist of the Black Queen's activities and motivations (likely due to
multiple individuals or deliberate counter-intelligence). Initial reports characterize her as
malevolent, murderous, and destructive. Other reports characterize her as neutral or
benevolent. All intelligence indicates her hostility towards the Foundation.

There are reports of the Black Queen's involvement with most major Groups of Interest
known to the Foundation, along with several world governments. Unverified sources claim
that she is the same individual as L.S. of the Serpent's Hand, and that L.S. stands for "Little
Sister". The reason for this unusual close connection is possibly due to the Black Queen's use
of the Wanderers' Library.

Intelligence indicates the presence of multiple other individuals also calling themselves "the
Black Queen". The nature and origin of these individuals is inconclusive.

The Chaos Insurgency

The Chaos Insurgency is a splinter group of the Foundation, created by a rogue cell that went
A.W.O.L. with several highly useful SCPs in 1924. Since then, the Insurgency has become a
major player on the world stage, using the SCPs that it obtains for its own personal benefit
and to consolidate its global power base. The Insurgency not only deals in SCPs, but also in
weapons running and intelligence gathering.

It makes use of dictator regimes in Third World countries, often using their populations in the
same manner as the Foundation does D-Class personnel. Because of this, it helps to maintain
the extreme poverty and war that is suffered by these countries, so that it can continue its
radical experimentation, easy conscription of forces, and lucrative business deals with rebel

Most of the SCPs possessed by the Insurgency are unknown, but of those that are known, the
most notable are the "Staff of Hermes", an item capable of warping the physical and chemical
properties of any matter it touches, and the "Bell of Entropy", an object that can cause a
variety of destructive effects depending on where it is struck. Both of these SCPs were
originally obtained at no small cost by the Foundation, and were stolen by the original
founders of the Insurgency. The Insurgency also has a known association with SCP-355 and

The main base of operations of the Insurgency is unknown, as are its leaders. This
organization is directly antagonistic to the Foundation, coming to clash over SCP items
several times. Personnel are made to be aware of possible raids, terrorist attempts, and spies
from the Insurgency, and to notify command about any strange behavior of fellow personnel.
The Church of the Broken God

Shortly after the discovery and containment of SCP-882, several members of this "church"
came forward and demanded the return of "the heart of god". Led by one Robert Bumaro,
they are a group of zealots, believing many of the SCP items to be parts of a "god" that was
broken after the creation of the universe. By restoring it to its whole state, they will also gain
godhood. Since first contact, three other key components of the "god" have also been
tentatively identified: SCP-217, SCP-271 and SCP-1139. A sect dedicated to the Church built

They are extremely hostile to Foundation operatives, branding them "heretics", and will
attempt to kill operatives and break containment of SCP items. It is unknown how they are
able to detect these items, but they have shown their ability to do so with frightening
accuracy. In addition, they have shown a remarkable ability to resist the mental effects of
SCP items, notably SCP-882 and its "mental lure".

The Church is viewed as a threat to both the Foundation and SCP. Members are to be
detained by force, or eliminated by whatever means deemed necessary by Foundation agents.

Doctor Wondertainment

It is unknown whether Doctor Wondertainment is an individual or an organization. All that is

known is that Doctor Wondertainment is capable of producing anomalous artifacts and
entities which thematically resemble children's toys.

Links to the Factory have been speculated but are unconfirmed.

The Factory

Little is known about The Factory, except that they seem capable of manufacturing
anomalous artifacts — and that they use mass-production techniques to do so.

The Fifth Church

"This church is to other churches what clowns are to people. There are some superficial
similarities, but all the wrong things are being emphasized and exaggerated so you can't
quite put your finger on what is wrong… Sure, it isn't out to get you, but what does it mean?
Why is it there? What happens if it calls to you?" —Dr. █████

The Fifth Church, also known as the Church of Fifthism or the Fifthist Fellowship, is a highly
secretive religious organization which possesses ties throughout the entertainment industry.
Despite repeated investigations, culminating in the 2007 nationwide sting known as
"Operation Stargazer", no further details regarding its doctrines, its practices, its number of
members, or its goals have been confirmed, although a watchlist is maintained of 100
confirmed and suspected Fifthist celebrities and other prominent personalities. Its origins
have been placed in varying points in the mid-20th Century and various locations in North
America and Asia, but some sources have dated it to centuries earlier.

The Fifth Church has never communicated directly with the SCP Foundation, but is to be
considered a hostile force.
The Global Occult Coalition (GOC)

The GOC was created in the aftermath of WWII, from the remnants of defecting occultists,
psychics, priests, and scientists from Nazi, Soviet, and Allied states, brought together and
formed by the Allies. As the world stage broadened, so too did the number of countries that
had their hands in the GOC, until it became what it is today.

The GOC are a largely political force, seeing themselves as the police of the paranormal
world. They pride themselves on destroying supernatural entities, and make use of the most
high-tech experimental technology possible, obtained from their benefactors. Many potential
SCPs have been destroyed by them before the Foundation could obtain and contain them.

They have been both on the side of the Foundation and against it at times, depending on the
situation. They largely hold the Foundation in contempt for their use and containment of SCP
items rather than their out-and-out destruction. The GOC has respected the Foundation's
formidable might enough to leave it mostly alone, although there have been some
questionable incidents with which the GOC have strictly denied involvement.

Agents of the GOC are to be treated with suspicion.

GRU Division "P"

Originally known as the ЧД АКН ("ChD AKN", or Fourth Department Abnormal

Occurrences Commission), it was established in early 1935 by direct decree of J. V. Stalin, its
first task being the investigation of the murder of S. M. Kirov.

During WWII, the Commission expanded into newly reorganized GRU as Division "P" -
Psychotronics, working to counteract anomalous threats from the SS, Ahnenerbe, and the
Vatican, and to capture and study anomalous artifacts both home and abroad for the benefit of
the Soviet government. Division "P" has carried on with this role throughout the Cold War,
making Foundation operations in the countries of the Comintern difficult.

After 1991, rapid restructuring, coupled with budget cuts and the decommissioning or sale of
significant assets, resulted in numerous defections of their personnel (A significant proportion
of both Chaos Insurgency and MC&D operatives in Eastern Europe originated from GRU
Division "P" ranks) and the flooding of the European black market with anomalous items
formerly in their possession. Currently, this Group of Interest poses little direct threat to the

Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting

Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting is purported to be a circus of anomalous origin and
purpose. Currently, there is no evidence that this group exists beyond the allegations of
various sapient SCPs and a handful of damaged non-anomalous artifacts. Most instances of
related objects typified by humanoid status are physically mutilated in some way, such as
SCP-1884 and SCP-1860. Others appear to be typical fairground objets d'art, such as
SCP-1921, or take the form of 'attractions' for the show, such as SCP-1956 or SCP-1931.
Typically, objects related to Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting are found at
fairgrounds where the show is said to have 'performed.'
The Horizon Initiative

The Horizon Initiative is an organization created in the late 1960s by various influential sects
in the main three Abrahamic religions as a response to the growing number of anomalous
activities and groups which they perceived as threats. Though the full extent of their goals is
uncertain, the Horizon Initiative is known to target SCP objects, either with the intention of
retrieving or destroying them, depending on each item's perceived place in their dogma.

The Initiative is led by a tribunal composed of leaders from the three largest sects involved in
its creation, though a large amount of internal strife often leaves the official leadership in less
than full control of the organization. The HI's main combat force, Project Malleus, is
generally deployed in anti-cult operations and in SCP retrieval operations.

The Initiative's relations with most other Groups of Interest and the Foundation seems to be
in a state of constant flux; while all parts of the HI perceive the Church of the Broken God
and Fifth Church with a great degree of hostility (and at times engaging them in armed
conflict), sentiments toward the Foundation and the GOC vary greatly, from open hostility to
a limited willingness to cooperate, depending on the internal affiliation of individual

Manna Charitable Foundation

Established in 1971 as an interfaith humanitarian relief agency, recovered documents

describe the Manna Charitable Foundation's mission as "sharing all of God's miracles with
the least of His children". Funded indirectly through associations with various charitable
groups and religious organizations, and on occasion publicly endorsed by wealthy
philanthropists or academic institutions, the MCF's primary agenda since its founding has
been the free distribution of anomalous objects, or their by-products, to civilians living in
poverty-stricken regions in the Third World or in areas afflicted by warfare, famine, or
natural disaster.

The MCF is currently recognized as a non-governmental organization by the United Nations,

and is known to operate legally and illegally in several hostile or isolated regions outside the
Foundation's sphere of influence. While no SCP objects known to have been distributed by
the MCF to date have caused intentional harm to human beings or communities (and detained
MCF operatives tend to demonstrate strong pacifist beliefs), containment breaches associated
with the group have often resulted in human casualties or severe threats to the global status
quo due to unforeseen consequences of the object's release from containment, and/or a zeal to
distribute potentially "helpful" objects immediately without rigorous scientific study of their
long-term behavior.

Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd.

A “club” based in London, England. Catering to the super-rich and with extensive political
and financial ties worldwide, this group has caused extensive problems for the Foundation.
Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. is known for collecting rare and obscure items, along with
providing its members the most exclusive, expensive, and rare experiences available.

These activities have resulted in conflict with the Foundation on numerous occasions. The
group is not known for the use of force; they prefer to apply extreme financial and political
pressure to achieve their goals. When forced to use more direct means, Marshall, Carter, and
Dark Ltd. employs outside agents, and it is very difficult to connect said agents to the

Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. has caused several SCP containment breaches, primarily
through the use of money or social pressure. Several reports, records, and even items have
been leaked by Foundation personnel who had been approached with large amounts of
money, or threats of extensive jail time or torture. Notably, two containment sites were
almost brought to public attention after the Foundation refused access to members of
Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd.

Information pertaining to Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd., such as the name of the director or
even a list of members, has proven very difficult to acquire. Agents encountering members of
this group are advised to maintain a cover story and not, for any reason, reveal Foundation
ties or SCP information.


Little is currently known about the person, entity, or group known as "Nobody". First sighted
in 1954, they have had numerous appearances since. There has only been one person seen at
any given time, typically described as a male Caucasian dressed in a grey suit and a fedora. If
asked his identity, he replies that he's "Nobody". However, it is not known if this is the work
of a single person or multiple agents of a single, unknown agency. Their agenda is currently
unknown, sometimes helping the Foundation, sometimes hindering it. Caution is
recommended if any field agents encounter an operative identifying themselves as "Nobody".

Office For The Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts (ORIA)

The Office For The Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts (ORIA) is a paramilitary force,
answerable only to the Supreme Leader of Iran, dedicated to the collection and utilization of
anomalous artifacts throughout the Middle East and Central Asia. Following the 1979
overthrow of the Imperial Iranian government by revolutionary forces, and subsequent
creation of the Islamic Republic of Iran, all Foundation personnel were expelled from Iran as
"agents of colonialism." Attempts at maintaining a clandestine presence in the country met
with failure, with the majority of Foundation personnel either captured or killed and Sites
██, ███, and ███ being captured by Iranian forces. To prevent Iran from being left behind
in the field of extranormal research, the ORIA was created by a secret decree of Supreme
Leader Khomeini in 1981. Despite its name, the group has not limited itself to the pursuit of
anomalous objects of Islamic origin.

Although the ORIA has access to considerable resources, its effectiveness is hobbled by
infighting among numerous factions within the organization. Some of these disputes center
around philosophical differences, such as the weaponization of anomalous objects, while
others appear to be personal in nature. The proliferation of factions appears to have been
intentional, as the organization of the ORIA often leaves multiple commanders with
overlapping areas of responsibility. It is theorized that the reasoning behind this arrangement
was to prevent any one individual from accumulating enough power to pose a challenge to
the Supreme Leader.
With the spread of Iranian hegemony throughout the Middle East and Western Asia, the
ORIA has expanded its reach across the region, becoming the foremost paranormal
organization in the Middle East. The ORIA is to be considered a hostile force, and
Foundation personnel are advised to use extreme caution when engaging.

Oneiroi Collective

Information about the Oneiroi Collective has come to the Foundation only through interviews
with the persons who have come across it, and the anomalous objects they leave behind. It is
unknown whether any individuals are 'members' of the collective, or if it exists as one whole
outside the Foundation's perception of reality. Researchers have theorized that the Oneiroi
Collective may be a self-aware dream that works to deliver impermanent dreams to the more
permanent reality.

It is rumored that certain Foundation employees believe to have been visited in their dreams
by entities claiming to be part of Oneiroi, they sometimes identify as a singular being and
sometimes as many. The content and aftermath of these experiences is said to be mentally
exerting, it is said that many personnel have opted for amnestic therapy after being

Intelligence has shown that they have been documented by other Groups of Interest, usually
to a degree similar to the Foundation's interaction. The Oneiroi Collective is apparently
capable of contacting even highly isolated entities (e.g. Nobody). The ambitions of Oneiroi
are currently unknown, and is debated as to whether or not they have any desire or goal to

Prometheus Labs, Inc.

Prometheus Labs was founded by ██████ ██████ in 1892 as a scientific research and
development corporation based in [DATA EXPUNGED] who had over the years developed
several potentially marketable products of a preternatural quality.

Prometheus Labs was regarded as a profit organization claiming to "develop technology and
tools that will aid humanity to surmount the so-far extrinsic realm of the paranormal".
Despite posing no direct threat to the Foundation, Prometheus Labs was relatively reckless in
their regimens and refused the Foundation's recommendation of special containment
procedures for certain products that would warrant them.

On 01/09/98, one of Prometheus Labs' projects, [DATA EXPUNGED], resulting in the

annihilation of their base facility. In the aftermath, the Foundation swept over Prometheus
Labs' ground zero and recovered several surviving products and personnel. Products were
retrieved as SCPs and survivors inducted as Foundation personnel. The Foundation is
currently attempting to establish contact with Prometheus Labs' branches and affiliates.

The Serpent's Hand

The Serpent's Hand is a small but formidable organization responsible for several security
breaches. At least three different individuals have been encountered, all of whom used
possible or confirmed anomalous items for infiltration purposes (including SCP-268, which
was stolen from the Foundation, who had in turn recovered it during a raid of a Chaos
Insurgency facility). The total number of members belonging to this organization is unknown,
as is their level of technology, number of possible SCPs held, or total level of threat.
However, it is clear they are highly coordinated and possibly dangerous. One of their leaders
is thought to be a figure known as "L.S.", who is considered to be personally responsible for
two security breaches in Foundation sites.

The Foundation currently has very little information about the Serpent's Hand, and almost all
known information about the Serpent's Hand has been leaked from the GOC intelligence. The
group seems to embrace the use and existence of paranormal items, and in particular seems to
embrace humanoid and sentient SCPs. The Serpent's Hand has been highly vocal in
criticizing the containment and destruction of these SCPs, especially those which are fully
human and are not particularly destructive.

The group seems to have unfriendly relations with the Chaos Insurgency and the ORIA, and
an extremely hostile relationship with the GOC. The only recorded cases of unprovoked
violence by Serpent's Hand members have been against GOC agents.

The Serpent's Hand seems primarily based in an anomalous location called the Wanderers'
Library, a building accessed through portals found in many different parts of the world.
Direct assaults on the Library have so far proven unfeasible, even when entrance could be
found. However, initial intelligence seems to suggest the Hand has little understanding or
control over the place.

Attempts to infiltrate the Wanderers' Library are ongoing.

Unusual Incidents Unit (UIU), Federal Bureau of Investigation

Disparagingly referred to as "X-Files" (after the television program starring David Duchovny
and Gillian Anderson) by the larger FBI community, UIU was formed after the SCP-███
Containment Failure Incident brought the existence of paranormal activity to the public
consciousness. Although later debunked as a ████ █████████ █████████, a rider
attached to HR██████ by Representative ███████ ██████ of ██ (███) required
the creation of a special FBI division devoted to rapid response to paranormal events and
crimes. Since official protests by then-FBI Director ██████ would have drawn suspicion,
UIU was formed on ██-██-████ to "research and react to paranormal activity".

Members of UIU are generally well-meaning, although their lack of effective resources and
training often make them a liability in the field. Early attempts to recruit from UIU have met
with dismal failure: as UIU is generally considered a dead-end career path, the unit tends to
attract the lowest rung of FBI talent. Personnel who request a transfer to UIU voluntarily are
few, and those who do generally exhibit high levels of credulity and gullibility. For this
reason, UIU operatives are to be recruited at the same tier as normal FBI agents.

Should UIU obtain possession of a genuine SCP, personnel are required to contact Assistant
Director ███████ at the ██████████, ██ office for retrieval and replacement with
an inert substitute. The standard "Man in Black" concealment pattern is recommended for
these scenarios, and for incidents where UIU is operating in the same theater as Foundation
FBI agents operating for the UIU have engaged in combat operations with Foundation
Operatives and the Office For The Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts as detailed in
████████ of the Bowe Commission Reports.
Dr. Mackenzie's Glossary of Terms

O5 — The capital letter "o", not the number zero. The O5 Council, which is either the
"Council of Observers, Level 5" or "Overseer Level 5 Council" (depending on who you ask)
is the highest authority in the Foundation, a council of 12 or 13 individuals who have the
power to authorize or veto any action taken by the Foundation as a whole. O5 Council
members are only known by their numbers (O5-1 through O5-13) and typically are not
allowed to contact SCP objects or entities directly for fear of contamination.
Addendum — (Plural: addenda.) An additional section of a SCP article that either
expands on specific aspects of the primary Description, shows a progression of information
over time, or otherwise provides additional insight that does not fit into the Description block.
All test logs, interviews, and exploratory information are generally written as addenda.
agent — An undercover field agent of the Foundation, typically capitalized when used as
a title (e.g. Field Agent Smith). Note that not all field personnel employed by the Foundation
are necessarily "agents" in this sense, nor do all such personnel have the title "Agent". See
also: containment team, response team, Mobile Task Force, and researcher.
amnestic — Also referred to as an "amnesiac" in older articles, these are drugs,
procedures, or devices that induce memory loss when administered to an individual. These
are often used to wipe the memories of civilian witnesses to maintain deniability of
Foundation operations.
Clarification: "amnestic" is the scientific, dictionary term for something that induces
memory loss. The dictionary definition of "amnesiac" is a person with amnesia. While many
site members will passionately argue their right to use that term in their writing, only one is
scientifically correct.
cognitohazard — A term used to refer to objects that are dangerous to sense or perceive,
whether through sight, sound, smell, taste, or feeling (not necessarily simply by touch).
containment team — A team of field personnel who specialize in recovering or
retrieving anomalous objects or entities. Containment team members may or may not be field
agents as well, but usually have a different title, such as "Containment Specialist". See also
agent, response team.
[DATA EXPUNGED] — One of the two types of censorship used on the site, something
that is "expunged" has been permanently deleted from all records because the information
poses a hazard in and of itself, such as if it's a memetic hazard. Should always be in all-caps
with square brackets. See also [REDACTED].
Decommissioned — A sub-class of object that has been intentionally destroyed.
Out-of-universe, a type of object that was so egregiously bad that it has been destroyed by
staff members and kept around as a sort of "hall of shame". See also Neutralized and the
Object Classes guide for more information.
Description — The section of a SCP article that explains how to unambiguously identify
the object or entity in question and explains in a clear and concise way what it does and why
it is contained. The basic description can be enhanced by one or more addenda, but you
should be able to understand its basic function through the Description alone.
doctor — A term used to refer to a person who is either a holder of a Doctor of
Philosophy (PhD) degree or a professional medical doctor, often incorrectly used. While both
of the above are entitled to use the title "Dr." in their name (e.g. "Dr. Mackenzie"), only the
latter should be referred to as "a doctor"; the former is "a biologist", "a chemist", "a
physicist", or more broadly "a researcher".
Euclid — A primary Object Class that describes an item or entity that is either
unpredictable or otherwise insufficiently well-understood as to be reliably contained. Many
consider this the "default" classification for new objects until such time that they are better
understood or determined to be more dangerous than previously thought. Many consider any
sentient and/or sapient entity to be automatically Euclid rather than Safe due to the fact that
any entity with a mind of its own can always choose to stop cooperating with us. Named after
a famous mathematician. See Object Classes for more information.
Explained — A sub-class of object that has either been debunked as a hoax, sufficiently
understood so as to be normal scientific knowledge, or so widely disseminated that
containment is no longer possible.
infohazard — A term used to refer to objects that are dangerous to know about. Differs
from cognitohazards in that cognitohazards require direct contact whereas infohazards may
spread simply through people telling each other about them.
Keter — A primary Object Class that describes an item or entity that either cannot be
reliably contained or otherwise poses an inimical threat to humanity. Keter-class objects and
entities are highly dangerous and have extremely complex containment procedures. Named
after the topmost of the Sephirot in the Jewish Kabbalah. See Object Classes for more
memetic — A concept that is sufficiently complex as to require its own essay
(Understanding Memetics), memetics are a sub-class of cognitohazards that deal with transfer
of information. In particular, anomalous memetic agents are bits of hazardous information
that are like a mental virus, triggering anomalous reactions in people who are exposed to
them. It should not be used colloquially for "mind-affecting", even though most memetic
agents are indeed mind-affecting.
Mobile Task Force — A Mobile Task Force (or MTF for short) is a highly-trained and
specialized team that is deployed to various locations as needed to deal with specialized
threats or conditions. Mobile Task Forces are designated by a Greek letter and a number (e.g.
"MTF Alpha-7", "MTF Omega-15") and may have a nickname attached, similar to many
real-life military units. MTFs are the elite personnel of the Foundation, and run the gamut
from highly experienced field researchers to combat-hardened troops.
Neutralized — A sub-class of object that has been destroyed or otherwise rendered
non-anomalous. See Object Classes for more information.
Object Class — Also known as the Safe/Euclid/Keter (S/E/K) category, a system of
categorization based roughly on the difficulty of containment for an item. See the Object
Classes guide for more information.
[REDACTED] — One of the two types of censorship used on the site, something that is
"redacted" is withheld from the article because the reader is not cleared to see the
information, typically because it's of a higher clearance level. Should always be in all-caps
with square brackets. See also [DATA EXPUNGED].
researcher — A broad term for anyone involved in research and development at the
Foundation. Researchers can be involved in anything from figuring out how an anomalous
object or entity functions to developing better materials and containment procedures. Field
researchers may also accompany containment teams to better assess the nature of an
uncontained anomaly in real-time.
response team — A heavily armed team trained to deal with security or containment
breaches, typically at a secure Foundation site. Response team members are also sent into the
field to escort containment teams when dealing with highly hostile or dangerous objects or
entities, or when enemy Groups of Interest are involved.
Safe — A primary Object Class that describes an item that is sufficiently well-understood
that it can be reliably contained with little to no risk. As famously stated, a Safe object can
still very much be dangerous; a thermonuclear warhead in real life would be considered Safe
as it cannot detonate unless multiple safety interlocks are removed. See Object Classes for
more information.
Thaumiel — An esoteric Object Class that describes an item that either counteracts or
neutralizes the effect of other, particularly Keter-class, objects, or is somehow critical to the
mission of the Foundation. See Object Classes for more information.
XK-Class End of the World Event - The most well-known *K-Class Event, an
XK-Class Event typically denotes a catastrophic event resulting in the destruction of human
society if not the entire human species. Originally conceived as a biblical or religious
apocalypse, it has expanded to its current rough designation. All specific details regarding
*K-Class Events are generally considered headcanon; there is no firm definition of any
particular event type.

SCP Fronts

The Foundation uses the presence of other businesses and organizations as frontages to mask
the existence of the SCP Foundation. These may be anything from local flower shops to
international conglomerates.

Soap from Corpses Products Inc.

So Clean, You'd Think You Were In Heaven!

Your premiere source for human remains based soap and lye products! Experience a
cleanliness like no other and indulge in the renewing lather that will have you believing in
the resurrection of your aging, lifeless cells.

Skeptics of Conspiracy and the Paranormal

We are a society of skeptics who seek to disprove the foolish beliefs of conspiracy theorists
and paranormal enthusiasts.

South Cheyenne Point

A gated community for the discerning family.

South Cheyenne Point is a privately-owned civic development aiming at creating an utopic
living environment for our denizens. Admissions are only accepted on the basis of
availability, and a strict set of requirements must be adhered to before the process may go
forward. Currently there are no openings in our development.

Foundation Personnel

The Administrator's Biography

Security Clearance: [Data Expunged]

Duties: Governing the distribution of data and Administration of Duties. 'The Administrator'
is more of an editor and not a writer. In fact, SCP Command has barred him from authoring
any work, stating that 'favoritism' and 'conflicts of interest' were the reason his duties must be
remain strictly administrative. It is rumored that he documents SCPs under a pen name,
though no one knows as who.
Biography: Though never being labeled as an SCP himself. 'The Administrator' has been
known to exists for for much longer than the typical span of a human life. He shows no signs
of aging, the oldest SCP personnel stating that when they joined the organization long ago,
the oldest personnel at that time stated that 'The Administrator' had not aged since they had
joined the organization, and in reality, the oldest personnel at that time had stated the same,
and so on.

'The Administrator' has a penchant for suits, fine liquors and loose women, resulting in his
acquaintances typically being people of power in government. He has been friendly with
people of many political stances and is generally well liked if not respected. When he does
become angered, even heads of state are quick to appease him and commonly offer sincere

It has been noted that he has a habit of keeping his hands together, never bringing them more
than a few inches apart, even when reaching for things. Though he is seen as slow and even at
times sluggish in nature, he has displayed amazing feats of strength when needed on several

Periodically, 'The Administrator' will refuse to walk

Items 'The Administrator' has been affiliated with

SCP-262 - A Coat of Many Arms

Item once belonging to 'The Adminstrator' now relinquished to the foundation.

Dr.Gears' Personnel File

Dr.Gears (aka "COG")

Euclid-class object specialist.

Security Class: [EXPUNGED]

Duties: Field Evaluation, Field Recovery, SCP development and review, object research.


Dr. Gears was approached in the early days of the Foundation's existence. Since that time,
he has assisted in several recovery and containment projects, and has been a valuable
consultant during several events, notably [DATA EXPUNGED].

Dr. Gears is a normal human being, and has thus far avoided any SCP Item contamination.
However, he posses some notable differences, mainly in the form of emotional response.
Dr. Gears appears unable to respond in an emotional manner to any outside stimulus, with
very few exceptions. Also, he appears to lack a startle reflex, and the basic form of “fight or
flight” response. A example is the [DATA EXPUNGED]. Despite both the internal
bleeding and partial blindness, Dr. Gears calmly requested for the testing to finish, and
walked under his own power to the medical ward a half hour later.
When asked about these irregularities, the doctor responds “I'm good under pressure.” Some
members of staff have asked if Dr. Gears is a robot, or a SCP item. Such inquires are to be
directed to Dr. Gears.

Yearly review interview excerpt:


Dr. Gears: No, it’s not that they’re “out to get us”. Nothing is out to get us. Review the data,
most of the SCP items do not actively seek to damage or harm anything. It’s an extension of
their basic function, like a car emitting exhaust. It’s not that it intends to produce a toxic mix
of chemicals in order to do harm; it’s just one of its functions.


Dr. Gears: With very few exceptions, no, I don’t believe they are. Their existence is just a
determent to our existence. Other beings may view these items as basic as children’s toys or a
spark plug. They are removed from their reality.


Dr. Gears: Why would they be sent to us? We all need to put away our “Mars Attacks!” cards
and start being realistic. We are not under attack. We are not the “last line of defense”. We
are not on the cusp of a new era. No one is out to get us, and no one is going to save us.
These things exist because they exist, and will do whatever it is they do. I think that’s the
problem we have, we want there to be some great plot or underlying reason for this. There’s
not. We are alone, and the universe does not care. At least, I sincerely hope it doesn’t.

Dr Clef's Personnel File

Name: A█████ H████ C███

Operator's Tag: Director Alto Clef

Security Clearance Level: 4

Current Assignment: Department Head: Division of Training and Development

Profile: The genre-savvy and enigmatic "Dr. Alto Clef" maintains that its true name is that of
an A major chord played on a ukelele, which it carries around with it at all times should other
entities wish to address it by name. It has recieved its current nickname due to its habit of
signing reports with a hand-drawn Alto Clef symbol. Although apparently competent at its
job, its acerbic attitude and habit of annoying its coworkers by walking around minimal
security areas with unfurled cinnamon rolls stuck in its nose has gained it the enmity of
several of its coworkers.

A. Clef's true face cannot be clearly photographed by any known means (see above), but
appears to have a sizable nose and a large grin resembling that of Felis cheshiricus, the only
known specimen of which was captured by [DATA EXPUNGED] during Operation Liddell.
It has one green eye, one blue eye, and one hazel eye, both of which appear to have pupils
which absorb all light falling upon it. The entity is known to be an inveterate liar regarding all
things save SCP-related issues, and thus, should not be trusted by anyone.

By no means should Dr. Clef be allowed to consume an entire tin of Altoids mints in one

History: A█████ H████ C███ first came to the attention of the Foundation after
publishing a seminal research paper, "On the use of Human Semen to ████ ███████
██ █████ █████████," which resulted in his expulsion from ██████████
University's Biology department, having already been on probation for complaints rising
from his psychology study, "On the Comparative Sensitivity of the Human Female Nipple in
Laboratory and Field Conditions, upon Aware and Unaware Subjects." The paper in question
referred to a ██████ ████████ with traits resembling those of an existing SCP,
resulting in the Foundation contacting the individual in order to establish his security risk.

It is not clear how A█████ H████ C███ managed to ingratiate himself with the
investigating agent enough to convince her to offer him a job with the Foundation, as the
individual has a slimy personality that causes all females within ██ ██████ to
instinctively recoil in horror, clutching their ███████ protectively. However, his
acquisition came with the retrieval of SCP-447, which has proven remarkably useful to the
Foundation despite special containment requirements keeping it away from dead bodies.

During the SCP-239 Incident, Dr. Clef displayed remarkable aptitude in penetrating
Foundation defenses in an attempt to terminate the aforementioned SCP. Although he
sustained severe injuries during and after this incident at the hands of Dr. Kondraki, his
actions prompted a closer look at his past, especially in regards to possible links to a GOC
operative known as "Ukelele Man."

Having earned a reputation for swift, elegant, and surgically precise terminations of
dangerous SCPs, the Overseer Council has recently agreed to promote Dr. Clef to the head of
the Department of Training and Development, in charge of training response teams and field



Clef: Is this the part where I'm supposed to give some cryptic answer about my reasons for
delving into the unknown? Some statement about how and why I think these things exist?
Some kind of reason for coming to work in an job as maddeningly bizarre and dangerous as


Clef: Because it's fun.


Clef: Well, it's the only answer you're ever going to get.

clef: Would you like some candy?


Clef: How about a beer?


Clef: Seven-course Chinese dinner? C'mon, work with me here.


Agent Ukelele

{Note: This document was retrieved during a raid on a known Global Occult Coalition
safehouse by Task Force Omega-7, "Pandora's Box." Sections of this document were damage
in the firefight and subsequent conflagration/water damage due to firefighting efforts.}


Code Name: "Ukelele"
GOC Serial Number: 09976657-Cobalt-Triplet-Finnegan
Service Record

1981: Recruited into GOC by [SECTION DESTROYED].

1982: First confirmed kill: Known Threat Entity (KTE) 5988-Red ("Hillsborough
Beast"). Received the Silver Aegis commendation for successfully killing KTE-5988-Red
despite severe losses to field team, including death of Operative Mortimer X.
1986: Failed to successfully contain KTE-7859-Silver ("Xenobiological Hemorrhagic
Prion") resulting in deaths of [SECTION DESTROYED]
1988: Sabbatical.
1989: Promoted to Specialist Operative.


199█: Engaged and destroyed KTE-9927-Black ("The Goddess") in Cornwall, England.

Unable to confirm kill on KTE-9927-Blackchild ("The Daughter").


20██: 99th confirmed kill on KTE-10734-Green ("Mister Nice Guy"). Expressed desire
to retire from active service: granted.


████: Resurfaced under alias of "Dr. Alto Clef" at Special Containment Procedures
Foundation. Classified as Threat Level 1 (monitor, do not engage).

Skills Assessment
Certified adequate in standard firearms array (pistol, shotgun, scoped and unscoped rifle,
submachinegun, light machine gun).
Certified proficient in heavy firearms array (heavy machine gun, grenade launcher,
shoulder-mounted rocket launcher).
Certified expert in demolitions.
Advanced Driver certification in Class A,B, and C vehicles.
Authorized Instructor at Lanthanide Hills Training Facility (field of expertise: Type
Green KTEs).

Alterations and Talents

Standard optics array.

Standard longevity treatments.
Resistant to standard photography techniques.
Polymorphic features.

Notable Kills

KTE-9927-Black: Threat Level 6 (Immediate Global Threat). Target eliminated by use of

KTE-9927-Blackchild as bargaining ploy, followed by termination by gunshot to head.
Operative "Ukelele" severely injured, unable to confirm kill on 9927-Blackchild.
KTE-0467-White: ("Caveman Phil"). Atavistic humanoid entity eliminated by use of
local wildlife (500 pound mountain lion).
KTE-9245-Pink: ("Frogman of Marsh Cree[SECTION DESTROYED]


Does anyone know who this guy is or where he came from? He's good at what he does, but
every time I ask him about his past, I get a completely different answer. - Colonel Richard

Kain Pathos Crow's Author Page

Name: Professor █████ ████████

Codename: "Kain Pathos Crow".

Security Clearance Level: Variable. Most recently a Level 4 cleared operative.

Facility Location: Bio-Research Area-12

History: Born in 19██ in ████, Kain graduated with honors in biochemistry, advanced
robotics, and psychology, in the University of ██████ in 19██. He was approached by the
Foundation later on in the same year. Since then he had done several post research reports on
numerous SCP.

His most notable exploit was [DATA EXPUNGED], in which he was turned into a dog.
Since then, he has avoided being terminated no less than four times, despite being in several
situations that warrant an immediate termination, each time somehow either appealing to high
command, or displaying invaluable (and irretrievable) knowledge. As a direct result, he is
under constant monitoring, and is disallowed any unwatched or longterm contact with the
outside world.

He has since become one of the chief librarians on the Foundations Staff, maintaining and
updating the library quite regularly.

He has also set up a notebook, similar in style to Dr. Snorlison.

Personnel Director Bright's Personnel File

Name: Dr. Jack Bright also answers to Doc, Dr. J, or "Oh god no."

Security Clearance Level: Level █. In lieu of recent events, Dr. Bright has been promoted
to Personnel Director for sites 17, 19, and 63.

Profession: Researcher, Mad Scientist, Foundation Bookie

Location: Wherever Needed.

History: Rose to the top of his field in bioengineering and abnormal genetics. Got recruited
by the Foundation when they picked up his younger brother, SCP-590. Given SCP-963 to
work with. Died. Came back. Has since been instrumental in work with several SCPs, and
assisted in the refinement of many more.

Additional Notes:
Dr. Bright is not allowed physical contact with any intelligent, living SCP not classified as

[Dr. Bright is not allowed at site 17.] Having proven himself trustworthy and loyal, Bright is
once again allowed at Site 17.

Dr. Bright has proven highly resistant to psychic and emotional manipulation. Whether this is
natural, or a function of 963, is both unknown, and untestable.

Jack acts as the unofficial bookie of the Foundation. If someone is betting on it, there's better
then even chance that Doc is holding the books. We could shut him down, but it serves as a
needed distraction for many of the researchers.

Dr. Bright somehow has been given access over the personnel files. We don't know how this
happened, but it sure is entertaining.

O5 Note:Do not allow Dr. Bright to know, but several of his overwrites have been allowed to
live, to work on special projects. Dr Brights 2-7 are assigned as follows [Data Redacted]

For complete list of Dr. Brights infractions, please see the official list of things Dr. Bright is
no longer allowed to do at the foundation. If more infractions are discovered, please feel free
to add them. -O5-6

Note: Oook, ook ook ook, eek. Oook, eeeek. Oook ook eek eek, ook ook ok. OOOOOOK.
Oook. Ook ook. -MB

Note: …The hell? Who the fuck wrote that? I resent those implications about my mother,
damn it! -Dr. Bright

Note: Dr. Bright: When did this information leak first come into existence? This could be a
serious problem… -O5-12

The Flytrap

A story in thirteen parts. Read in order.


I've taken the briefcase and I'm running, running because that's all that's left to do. The
embassy is 20 more miles east, I can see the lights from the suburbs already. I'm out of shape
but that doesn't matter. All I have is this briefcase and the thoughts in my head, and we're
going to the embassy. Then I'll appeal to the CIA or maybe Interpol, ask for protective
custody. I'll let them put me in prison while they verify everything I'll tell them. Hell, I know
how bureaucracies work, maybe they'll leave me in a cell my whole life, but that's alright,
we'll have all the time in the world to find out what's in the briefcase. And I'll be safe: If I
learned anything, it's that not even mad men with hammers can cross two feet of concrete.

Especially if they don't want to.

Look, pavement at my feet. The briefcase shuffles like paper in a breeze and I quicken a little

Take the briefcase and run away? Yes, I'm running, but not out of cowardice, I'm doing what
no one's been brave enough to do yet. What no one's been able to, either — but they won’t be
able to catch me. It's been in the works for years, too. I didn't just get spooked, didn't have a
breakdown, I've known and planned exactly for this since years ago, the night of my first

God, when they write the report, I hope they get it wrong.

It was my upgrade to Level 2, three years and some important research on something or other
under my belt, and the first real promotion anyone in my unit had in a while. Brenda went
crazy — we couldn't leave the site because of a security warning, but she got snacks and
booze in the breakroom, pretty soon the whole residency hall showed up. There was a party,
there was some music, pretty soon everyone was either in their rooms or passed out on the
couches, and it was just me and this aged and completely shitfaced Level 4 named Howey,
who I didn't know very well.

“See. The Foundation is like one of those giant-ass tropical flowers you can walk by for
three-hundred-sixty-four days of the year and not notice- but once in a while, once in a blue
moon, you see it on Resurrection Day, the one day it blooms, and it takes so long — the first
petal pulls back, that’s when you see it, that’s your fake SWAT teams and squads, kids in
military suits doing cover-ups. And another pulls back and you see everything that’s been
built, all the resources, how can you possibly pay this much money for something you can’t
see, for ghost things. You hear stories, that’s all there motherfucking is at first, one story or a
passing rumor, about the thing inside, that strange thing everyone says is at the core. You
only see it once in a decade.

“But the final leaf pulls back, and it’s right there, it’s what you’ve been looking for: stinks
like rotting flesh, you have no idea what it is. But you know right then that everything you’ve
been doing is for this thing to bloom. It’s for this, this is the most important thing there is,
and it looks like shit. The flies come down, they like the smell, they flock around it and leave,
and then the corpse flower closes up again, for another fifteen years of hiding out.

“That’s a fucked-up existence, isn’t it? Spending all your time smelling like the dead, 20
years just waiting to attract flies? If I were that, I’d hate it. I’d want out. Doesn’t mean it’s
wrong, even if it’s stupid.”

I was pretty sure we'd never actually met each other, and I only had a dim clue of what he
was talking about, which scared me, because of all the cameras and microphones and god
knows what. So I told him that, but Howey just laughed.

"There are no cameras."


Howey left site about five months later, they said it was a regular transfer. No one ever tried
to ask me about what he said.

And it wasn't true. It's not like they tell you anything, ever, especially when you're new. But
you can't just say that all of that, everything that you do, everything other people die for, and
all that blood and horror, is to attract flies. You do it for everyone else in the world, too.
Maybe High Command did know about that mutinous conversation, and didn't do anything
(to me) just because they knew I didn't believe it.

Brenda and I were promoted on the same day, the second time. She was focusing on
containment, by then, and I was getting a lot better at fiddling with my drugs and compounds.
There was a little ceremony, more official this time. We grinned and took the pictures that
ended up on our new security passes.

A man we hadn't met walked through the door, near the end. He had a tweed suit, brown coat,
gray hat, tie with birds on it, a little blackbird pinned on the hat. The three highest-ranking
people in the room looked scared out of their wits — but we didn't see that, yet.
He walked in, smiled, didn't introduce himself, and congratulated us on our Level-3
clearances. Made some joke about the pay raises. Everyone laughed. He walked over to me,
threw his arm around me, pointed at Brenda conspiratorially. He said, "Watch out for that
one," then left, chuckling a little.

And we laughed too, which made it alright. The three Level-Fours present all sighed and
looked like they'd just found fifty dollars in their pants, or maybe escaped a mad dog, sweat
rolling down their backs. Well, they should be happy, right? We were being promoted. But as
we left, I heard one of them say a name, to the others. Just one name.


And then I went back to just being happy that I was alive, like some little Level-One again.

I got a little scared that night, but thought about my nice big office as Head of Material
Science and thought I'd try it out for a day. Read more black bars, and… it seemed alright.
This wasn't like being at the bottom at all. I could take trips, guards wouldn't stop me, I could
finally get a good look at whatever I had to work on, and I think quality shot up — I got
called in on one project off-site, then another.

Then my first paycheck came in, and I bought one of those massage chairs for the office, and
that was all I really needed. Two years happened.

The O5 council is one of those secrets that's a secret until you're Clearance 2 — and then it's
just creepy. They're the people who control the Foundation. Who are they? Oh, they have
numbers, not names. Who were they? Fuck knows.

But secrets make me bitter. This is what we did.

We were given samples, and specific instructions. A molecular formula — send it on — the
primary compound in a substance — send it on. The Foundation employs scientific
sweatshop labor, although, as in sweatshops, “employed” is a loose word. We were given
some designations, real ones, and the opportunity to study them — in close containment — as
if to show us, yes, the Foundation actually possesses miracles.

You can split a human in these conditions into two categories: The ones that take orders as
they get them, and the ones that are, as I think they call them in youth shelters, “flight risks.”
Obviously: there are still guards at the lab doors, by Level 2.

The little demonstrations do something for the flight risks; and it’s safe, it’s not like the Big F
actually needs to know why a snail makes chemically improbable acid. Who cares about that?
Why would you? Why? Why? Why?

I can’t say why 001 really caught my interest, except that it did. The first time I even figured
out what an Object was, was before Levels One through Five even came into the picture,
when it was just me and some no-named Doctor of something or other in an auxiliary facility.
I had even just been handed my little employment pamphlet full of bullshit, like:

Why does the Foundation contain?

Because the alternatives are worse.

What is the purpose of the Foundation?

To protect and improve humanity.

But I didn’t even care about that yet.

“So, this is 876.”

“A sample, right.”

“Object number Eight-seven-six.”


“There are eight-hundred-and-seventy-five more of these.”

“Blows the mind, doesn’t it?” The doctor, a lanky man with straw hair, grinned.

“What’s the first one?”

“Hell, even I can’t tell you that.”

“What’s the second one?”

“Computer or something? Check the sample, I think it’s getting away.”

After that, I got recruited for real and sold my soul to the Foundation, and learned to keep my
mouth shut. But I didn’t stop wondering about it.

But I didn’t stop wondering about it, even when it nearly killed me.

The research director, my boss, called me down one day. She had me sit down in her big
office, and looked me up and down. “Records,” she started, jumping straight to the point in
her usual way, “have shown you’re showing a lot of interest in SCP-001.”

Shit, I had tried to keep the searches subtle. “How do you figure that?”

“We know.” She smiled placidly, and brushed her brown hair back past that scar on her
cheek, the one my predecessor told me never ever to ask about ever. “Anything to say about
I didn’t say anything.

“Well, Command isn’t very happy.” Neither was she. She shuffled through some papers.
“You’re not the first one, you know.”


“To go digging. But like I said, it makes them antsy. Command. They don’t like people
intruding into their territory. Long story short, you’re being transferred.”

“What? Where?”



“Not permanently.” She closed her folder. “I’m really, really sorry to lose you. They’re
building a new site there and want experts — you happen to be handy. Please pack your

“Wow, fuck you.”

“Never heard that one before.” She laughed, like a dog.


It was a project they wanted some coordination on, a new site and new containment in West
Africa. So I went. It was built next to a little runway and some abandoned farm units — a few
architects were figuring out how to retrofit everything into housing and containment units,
and the rest of us were solidifying the few units already built.

There were four rows of metal silos being converted — that was what we were working with.
In A-Silo, where I was, it boiled down to cooking up compounds and a below-zero cooling
system for volatile compounds, under an open-air shed, with cooking pots and camp stoves,
and a bunch of big guys who didn't speak English. In short, it was like summer camp. Rolling
on a hot, threadbare cot at night, under yards of mosquito netting, I was starting to consider
asking for a full-time transfer.

Then the sirens started up from B-Silo.

Every one of us jumped up and started getting dressed, making our way to the
food-cellar-turned-bomb-bunker outside. From the window, what looked like big arms of
light were ripping into the silo. Were coming up out of it. I grabbed the guys who were
lingering by the window and pulled them on.

Outside, the bomb shelter was a mad dash away, and we started on it, but not before the
entire ground lit up. It was covered in light, glinting off of nowhere. One of the guys stepped
where it was lit, and he turned into smoke.
From the ruins of B-Silo, there was a person made of pure starlight and aurora. It held its
arms up, in wonder, like coming out of Plato’s cave.

I heard people screaming behind me — at least four of them were dead; there were three of us
in the last mote of darkness.

Until floodlights came on, slowly, like an early dawn — enough to shun the thing back into
its cage, and illuminate the ruins of the entire almost-site. All the buildings were burning,
there was nothing higher than my head left standing. Thirty people were dead.

Within half an hour, a helicopter buzzed overhead and settled into the charred nest of a
building. We moved around slowly, trying to extinguish buildings or find what we could, or
keep up a series of radio communications for help. Two guards rolled out and opened the
doors, and I’m surprised they didn’t lay out a fucking carpet. O5-3 stepped out of the

Suffice to say, everybody stopped.

Everyone — even some of the sad level-1 saps who didn’t speak a word of English — stood
up and didn’t say a word. Or breathe. The guy theoretically in charge now, another three with
some history in the military, didn’t say anything. Three just looked around.

“Whose,” he said, “fault is this?”

I swear to God the wind held its breath. Several buildings gently smoldered.

The other guy stepped forward, looking like he was expecting the grand firing squad any
time. Three walked towards him.

They talked.

Three nodded, then looked around, at all of us.

“I expect all of this will be cleaned up.”

Then he got in his chopper and left. Once it drifted behind a cloud, the spell broke, and I ran
over to ask the military guy what he said. It took a few minutes to get his attention, and then
he just looked at me, staring a thousand yards away, terrified.

“He said to clean up.”


Two weeks later, I was back on a plane to Site sweet Site 27, and that was my encounter with

For a long time, I thought it was the suit. You could do anything in a suit like that.
Brenda was ecstatic to have me back — said she knew I wasn’t going to stay in Ghana
forever, and dragged me around and showed me everything she had been working on while I
was gone. Her department had been busy.

She made me look all over one cell. Inside, there was a guy who could start fires with his
hands; arrested over 15 times for petty arson. The main room was hexagonal and domed with
a camera sealed off by glass at the very top. Mats — Brenda said they were fireproof —
littered the floor, along with a chair, TV, and DVD player. We went up a level — inside the
cell, a ladder went up to a small bedroom, separated by a screen door.

“Really?” I asked.

“Go with it,” she said.

There was a bed, mirror, and chest of drawers. There were no windows or direct screens- we
were looking in through computer screens, which she said were hidden in the ceiling panels.
There was a tiny bathroom on the first floor, separated by a screen.

Brenda turned to me, beaming. “Get it?”

“Not really.”

“Okay. Let me elaborate.” She turned off the screen and looked at me. “He can close the
bedroom door on us if he wants. We won’t go in unless he breaks the cameras. We have
permission to delay experimentation for up to 24 hours if he doesn’t come out.”

“You’re kidding me.”

She sighed. “We had to fight Ethics on it all the way- but, honestly, he’ll never force us. We
had a psychologist go through his history, medical, psychological, and criminal records,
found a recurring desire to be recognized as an adult. So we gave him responsibility. If he
burns any of the stuff, we won’t replace it for at least a month. An architect designed it — no
windows in the bedroom, no obvious cameras, it’s recessed, gives him a sense of privacy. He
asked for the TV, but we’ve denied most of his requests so far. We haven’t had any problems.

“The compound’s easily mass-produced. He’s only Safe, but we have very similar plans for
Euclids and even Keters in the process of approval. See — okay, you’re still confused. It’s
not hard to design prison cells. The problem is, once you do, you have to turn every hallway
outside the cells into prisons. Every laboratory or facility they touch has to be a prison. All of
that really drives up the bottom line. And everyone they contact has to be a guard. Sooner or
later, they stop caring, or try to kill themselves.

“With this, containment becomes a cinch — have a guy with a gun somewhere, but most of
these guys will never try anything. The biggest problem with prison cells is that if you’re
dealing with our guys, there’s always the risk that they’ll do something you don’t know about
and then break out. You see what I’m getting at now?”

“Sort of.”
“Lots of our subjects say they haven’t felt this safe in their whole lives. We’ve designed the
best prison cell in the world — the inmates don’t want to leave.”

There’s a worm at the heart of the tower, there’s a swamp under the city, there’s something in
all of this. I didn’t know what it was yet.

What it went like was this: someone on the council took a liking to me. I didn’t know that, at
first, either, but I felt like Pip in London, knowing that some mysterious force was pushing
me upward, but not the hand behind it. Level 4 — Brenda hated me — Director of Research
Analysis- and favorable reports coming in from different angles. Little raises, favors,
privileges, things they don’t do for Level Twos — things that showed that someone out there
was watching.

I gave a presentation about some house to Seven and her train. She asked intelligent
questions. The whole thing was a test, of course, but to what end? And Five came around
once. Appointing new O5s was apparently rare to the point of legendary — there was just
something long-lived about them — but even they need staff.

But that gave them a lot of time to think, meaning I had plenty of time to worry about my
mysterious benefactor. Five, adjusting his black-and-yellow blackbird tie like it was the most
important thing on his mind, didn’t say much.

“We could use more like you, at all levels.” He smiled. “You’ve been good with promotions
up until now. Why so reluctant?”

“For starters--” It seemed safe to talk, it wasn’t like they were going to throw me under a bus
just for this— “I still have no idea what you guys do.”

Five just smiled. He didn’t say anything.

“I mean, I’ve met you and Seven and sort of Three. It seems like you’re grooming me or
setting me up for something- hell- destiny, or whatever, and I have no idea what.”



“Well, you’re not entirely incorrect. As you know, we have a very large charge in the scheme
of things — running operations, managing what a site or two alone can’t, making sure the
Foundation is moving in the right places and the right directions. We need the right people
for our designs.” He smiled placidly once more and curled his salt-and-pepper mustache idly.

“Which you still haven’t explained.”

“Of course not. You’d need to be one of us to understand.”

I was a little annoyed. “Are we done here?”

“Absolutely. We’ll keep in touch.”

It seemed like he actually wanted me to think about it, which was both refreshingly polite and
terrifying. You hear stories — people who some upper-level attaches to and pulls up the
ranks just to play with, kids dealing with things they aren’t prepared for all, the suicides and
renegades and demotion-without-honors. Everyone thinks they can handle everything. Well, I
was curious, but not that curious. Whatever could do that to a person — I didn’t want to
know that. I didn’t want to know who could.

“You should be scared,” said Brenda, over the phone.

“How scared?”

“I heard they found out some staff member that was a traitor — feeding information to the
Chaos Insurgency — and they didn’t tell anyone or do the normal thing. They just sent an
email to the directors, and then one of them walked into the cafeteria and shot him.”

“What do I do?”

“Honestly… If you ignore them, they’ll probably keep hounding you. Maybe you should do
it, but… you have to promise me you’ll be so careful.”

“Right. If you hear about my body being found in a ditch or I drop off the face of the earth in
a few days, tell my parents I loved them.”

Somehow, Brenda didn’t think that was very funny.


Six months later, a paper showed up on my desk. It said, “Will you come?” There was a little
sketch of a flock of five blackbirds with it, which just seemed obvious.

When the black helicopter landed and I finally went, they were waiting for me. I was taken to
some obscure bunker in… BC, of all places, and they were waiting for me at a table.

“We’re glad you’re here,” said Five. He looked at the officer next to him, a fat dark woman
in green. “Seems like your work actually paid off, Seven.”

Oh, Seven. Of course. I should have guessed.

“It took time, though. You’ve got spirit.” She smiled. “Ready to join the dark side?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Speak up, kid,” an old woman said.

“I guess so,” I started. “But you guys freak me the hell out.” There was appreciative laughter
all around.

“Have you figured it out yet?” Seven asked. “You spent so much time digging. Well, there’s
no secret riddle at the heart of everything, that you’ll find out about. Just a couple of our
private charges with no bearing on the rest of the world, and then… there’s only us. What do
you think?”

The briefcase, the first time I saw it, was on a table in a locked room. It was natty crocodile
skin and shiny, like it wasn’t opened that often, and had some metal fixtures I couldn’t make
out. We were looking through a window.

“If you read that there, that would explain everything,” Seven told me. “But that would be too
easy, so you don’t get to. That’s that. Over here’s your quarters for the next few weeks.”

I had the notion, as we passed by it, that the window we looked through was plate glass, and
that the room the briefcase was in looked exactly like a containment cell.

Then again, so did every room here.

So, this little building was the big Secret Edifice? This was the point of everything?
Everything I was looking for had been right here? I wondered who founded the Foundation
and what they had been thinking. I even asked Seven about 001.

“You’re not very quick, are you? Well, stay with us in our little fortress for a while longer,
you’ll work it out in the end.”

But the Foundation — I knew this by now — wasn’t a fortress, it was a fly trap. It was huge
and exotic and invisible and rotten to the core. All those other mysteries were just petals-
distractions. Once you’re at the center of it, it’s plain as daylight.

Think about it — they don’t seem to get older. They don’t get hurt. They can walk through a
fire or a warzone, no problemo, which also makes them the luckiest bastards on the planet-
and isn’t that the most dangerous thing you’ve ever heard? God, I’d love to meet the genius
who came up with this containment unit. SCP-001 locked away and never getting out. Brenda
wouldn’t stand a chance.

Seven lied to me through her teeth all evening — here’s maybe the most powerful woman in
the world, and she’s wearing a mint green pantsuit, and she’s lying at me through her teeth.
She said that this was the most necessary position in the world, that she’d understand my
reluctance now but expected me to shape into it — mistaking my silence for confusion- that
I’d work out what they were designing the Foundation towards. She said it wasn’t complete.

But the woman was a liar. Maybe if you saw it as a riddle, it made more sense-
Why does the Foundation contain?

As a distraction.

What is the purpose of the Foundation?

To contain the O5 council.

And that was the best flytrap ever made.

But it was unfair. The Foundation literally held countries for ransom. We had a workforce
that rivaled the largest companies in existence. A democratic government might be able to do
a better job than us. It was unfair that we were putting every citizen in the world at risk
without even telling them what the danger was. And as for them, the high court with the
magic army — well, I had a plan. I was going to run so far into the light with their secrets
that they’d have to chase me there to get them back. I knew enough to outrun the coverup
crews and hide from the snipers, and if they came for me themselves — maybe they’d just fry
like vampires in the sun.

I didn’t do it that night, but two weeks later, I didn’t go to sleep. Seven had taught me
security codes, and the first one I tried opened the door to that room.

The other trick they have for making sure that people don’t do what I’m doing, is security —
when someone reaches four or three, the paycheck skyrockets, and the security disappears —
suddenly it’s all, don’t go, you’re doing us a service, we need you, we owe it to you.

In this context, though, the only thing it meant was that the door on my way out wasn’t

The briefcase is heavy and cold in my hand, shaking as I run for it. I’m tired already, but it’s
all I have, and my feet are pulling on in some direction as by invisible, perpetual volition.

The first shapes of skyscrapers are beginning to glow on the horizon. I can see them clearly.
Yes, I can see them clearly.

Document Recovered From The Marianas Trench

I need to write this down, because I forget things sometimes, and I think what I heard today
was important. Not to me, the time for me or almost anyone else alive on Earth today to make
a difference has passed, but someone, somewhere might be able to make something of this, or
at least find it helpful, or something. Once I'm done, I'm going to seal it up in a pipe, coat it in
wax, and chuck it into the ravine. Maybe someday someone will read this, and try to put
things together. If they're allowed to.

I'd love to start at the beginning, but I'm honestly not sure when the world started to end.
Could have been years and years before the final bits, or it could have been all at once.
Everything was so grim, what with warmer air, cooler seas, too little gas and too many
people, things could have been unraveling for ages before things bubbled up to the public
eye. What I and others remember most was when the Disney Magic sank. It was then, I think,
that most people started to think that things might be worse than they seemed.

The Disney Magic was a big cruise ship, one of those liner jobs that tools around islands and
stuff. One day, the news was all screaming about how it suddenly just went down when it
was trying to put in to port. The weird thing about it was how there was no video of it for a
long time. Some still pictures of it floating fine, but none of it actually going down. Then,
somehow, a tape showed up, and the news started playing it. I have to imagine they didn't
review it first.

The ship was puffing along, strong and fast, little boats bobbing around it, looking like every
vacation lover's dream, when suddenly it stopped. I mean stopped, just a dead halt like it had
just slammed into a mountain. You could see people go lurching forward all over the deck, a
bunch of junk fall off the sides, a real mess. It's all still for a few seconds, then suddenly
there's this foaming behind the ship. Most people assumed it was the engine trying to fire up
again… then the arm came up.

I'm not sure if it actually was an arm, but it was some kind of limb, and it must have been a
hundred feet long at least. It reached up along the side of the boat and… just ripped it open, I
mean unzipped it like a coat, and you could see all the people inside screaming and
running… it was awful. Then you saw something lurch up, a big, spiny shape pushing against
that gap, shoving in… then there was an explosion on its back, and the camera whipped up to
show a couple of jets whizzing by… then it ended.

I remember just sitting there, stunned, looking at the TV, barely noticing the president
coming on to declare a state of emergency. I think it was two or three days later when the TV
went under full government control, but it may have been a week, I'm not sure. Internet got
clamped later, but soon all you could hear, read or see was “remain calm, everything is under
control”. The oddest thing was that life really didn't change much for a while. Bills still came,
still had to work, go to school, all that. Just a lot more scared faces, and a lot more weird talk.

Pretty soon we were getting told that whole towns were being evacuated, that there was a
plague, or a riot, or a terrorist bomb, or some other nightmare. My brother down south said
that they got moved because of a huge wildfire. The weird thing was, he said, that the fire
moved oddly… seemed to shoot right for gas or brush, and didn't travel evenly. That after a
while, he swore he saw what looked like a twenty foot tall man of fire walking and eating
everything. The call got dropped right after he said that. I haven't talked to him since.

So things got worse, little by little. People kept being moved, and there was no real way to
communicate with each other anymore that was really reliable, so it was hard to say just how
bad things were. Still, word of mouth was still going strong, and it was creepy. Crazy shit,
really, stuff about zombies in the north, killing frenzies in the east, a place near the ocean
where the ground was alive and eating people, a cult screaming about the second coming and
killing people to buy off god… I started pulling more and more away from people, just to get
some ignorant peace of mind. Looking back, that probably saved my life.

Finally, one day, I woke up and there was blood on my window. It was outside, and I could
hear some insane shit going down outside… screaming, clanking, gunshots, and a smell like
burning wires. I hid. I'm not ashamed to admit it, I left my fellow man to rot, and hid inside
for almost a full week, long after the noise stopped. After the fifth day, the electricity and gas
gave out, along with the running water. When I finally got hard up for supplies, I poked my
nose out, and saw that the whole west side of the world was gone.

Now, I don't know for sure if it actually is gone, but there is a cliff that starts thirty feet to the
west of my house, and I cannot see the bottom of it. I also can't see the other side of this
ravine, so for all intents and purposes, that part of the world is gone for me. The suburb I was
in looked like a war zone, blood and broken stuff everywhere, houses carved up… no bodies
though, which I still think was weird. I scrounged up some food and stuff from some of the
houses, then went back home.

I've been doing that for a while now. I'm not sure how long, really. Might have been years
and years, or just a few months, it's hard to say. Sometimes the sun just sticks in one spot for
what feels like days… other times these clouds roll in, and you can't see two feet. There's…
things around, too. I run at the first noise, but I think they're about man-sized, and they seem
to like metal. Other, little things scramble around in the rubble sometimes, so I try and keep
clear. One time, a thing that looked like a pill bug the size of a cat crawled out, looked at me,
and screamed “STOP!” in perfect English. I hid inside for days.

There are also these big blimp-things that float around sometimes. They have little bug legs
on their undersides, and they look kinda like maggots, but with eyes all over. They eat
everything when they land, but most of the time they stay high up. One of these had just
passed when I found the hurt guy. He was all ripped up, and looked like one of those
S.W.A.T. Team guys you see on tv sometimes, but his combat suit thing was all ripped to
hell. I dragged him back home, and then we talked.

He said that he had been hunting the blimp-thing, but had gotten attacked. He wouldn't say by
what, but he looked like he was on his last legs. I fed him some canned beans and some
water, and he seemed to come around a little. Asked me who I was, if I was alright and all
that. He seemed kinda shocked when I said he was the first person I'd seen since the west of
the world vanished. He told me it wasn't gone, just relocated, but wouldn't say what that
meant. I helped heal him up, and kept asking who he was, but he wouldn't say. Finally, he
said screw it, that his orders were probably no good anymore anyway, and told me.

He said he worked for a foundation or something, and that they were like a combination jail
and research center. He said that he was one of the agents who went around trying to find
strange stuff and keep it from hurting people. I said he was doing a hell of a job so far, and he
laughed pretty hard. He said something had happened, and that a bunch of these things had
gotten loose at the same time, and caused this foundation place to lose control. He said it
became a “GH-0 'Dead Greenhouse' scenario”.

I asked him what that meant, and he looked at me for awhile before going on. He said that's
what they call a situation where everybody on earth dies, but the earth itself is still ok and can
support life. I asked what did that matter if everybody's dead, and he smiled strangely. I asked
him if anyone else on earth was still alive, and he said yes, but carefully spread out and
contained. After that, I just sorta sat and digested things for a bit, and the man started
stretching and checking his cuts. He was starting to pull his boots on when I asked what
happens now.
He said that they have to “reboot” things. Said they have the technology to recreate almost
anything, and that making people is actually pretty easy. Said that they would clean out and
contain things, rebuild the broken cities, and repopulate them. It would take a long, long time,
but he said they would eventually get things back to the way they were before. Even said they
could recreate memories and stuff. I just sat, kinda stunned, and watched him as he just kept
going along, getting dressed like this was all no big deal. I told him he was nuts, that there
was no way people could just forget, that this could all be just swept away. He stopped,
looked at me, smiled, then said “Why not? It's been done before.”

I don't know if that man was crazy or not, but I think he was sane. As he was leaving, he said
something about putting my house underwater. Please, don't let them brush me away. Don't
let them hide us. Try and find more, I know there's got to be more people who tried to leave
something behind. Don't let the world die in vain. Remember us.

Notable SCPs

Awaiting De-classification



GENERAL NOTICE 001-Alpha: In order to prevent knowledge of SCP-001 from being

leaked, several/no false SCP-001 files have been created alongside the true file/files. All files
concerning the nature of SCP-001, including the decoy/decoys, are protected by a memetic
kill agent designed to immediately cause cardiac arrest in any nonauthorized personnel
attempting to access the file. Revealing the true nature/natures of SCP-001 to the general
public is cause for execution, except as required under ████-███-██████.







Welcome, authorized personnel. Please select your desired file.

Item #: SCP-001 (The Database)

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: There is no means to contain SCP-001 yet found that
does not risk a potential ZK Reality Failure event and subsequent destruction of the
observable universe. (See: Containment Protocol ZK-001-Alpha) Current procedures are
limited to the absolute containment of information regarding SCP-001. No data regarding the
nature or description of SCP-001 shall be provided to any personnel with the sole exception
of the senior member of O5 Command. (Currently O5-█) All data collected in regard to
SCP-001 shall be stored in encrypted form via [REDACTED], with the decryption key split
into thirds. Each member of O5 Command shall memorize one third, and only one third, of
the decryption key. Data shall only be decrypted on a network-isolated eyes-only terminal to
be read only by the senior member of O5 Command, and then only after unanimous consent
of O5 Command.

Leaking of data about SCP-001, through espionage, telepathic leakage, original research or
[REDACTED] must be contained by any and all means available to the Foundation. The
senior member of O5 Command, as the one person with authorized knowledge about
SCP-001, is the final arbiter on containment.

Foundation personnel of level two or higher who discover data about SCP-001 in the course
of their normal duties may be given a Class A Amnesiac after debriefing rather than being
terminated. This is subject to O5 approval on a case-by-case basis.

Description: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Addendum: Containment Log 001-Alpha

Date: 01/12/19██

Incident: Documents appear on Internet site [REDACTED] servers seized and authors
traced to [REDACTED]. Resulting explosion explained as gas leak. Monitoring has not
shown any further propagation of documents.

Date: 03/31/19██

Incident: Script with possibly compromising information optioned for production by

██████ ████. Pictures. Original scriptwriter [REDACTED] agents successfully replace
script with one re-written without [REDACTED]. Film is produced with title ███
██████ and grosses $27 million its opening weekend.

Date: 06/19/19██

Incident: Novel outline describing [REDACTED] submitted to [REDACTED] by

best-selling author █████ ████. Attempt to neutralize author unsuccessful, leading to
high profile hospitalization. O5 authorizes the use of Class A Amnesiacs to prevent more
attention to case. Outline recovered and destroyed.

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IncIdeN█: FounDAtIon R█searcHe█%20discov
%5BDAtttA ExPu██geD%5D

Ask yourself if you want to know.

If the answer is no, then you need to stop reading now. If you go and report this
unauthorized file to your superiors, act contrite, and claim that you only read to this
paragraph, you might get away with a Class A Amnesiac. If you’re lucky. And if the O5s
aren’t particularly paranoid at the moment.

So you want to know what SCP-001 is? The first answer is that it is was a placeholder, a
theoretical designation for the prime cause, the ultimate reason for all the paranormal crap we
deal with on a daily basis. SCP-001 is why we have to deal with omnicidal reptiles, ever
expanding rooms, extra-dimensional pools of red goop and consumer products that don’t
obey the normal laws of physics. Of course, given that all these things— as dangerous and
deadly and just plain insane as they all are— are inherently patternless and self-contradictory,
most researchers are convinced that there is no possible unifying principle for them all, much
less a common source.

They’re wrong.

There’s more than one reason that cross-testing is discouraged, and the O5s even look
down on excessive cross-referencing of SCPs. The O5s don’t want any one group looking at
more than a handful of these things at once, because of what they discovered when the
Foundation tried to develop a Grand Unified Theory of SCPs. That research is mostly gone
now. Site-001-Alpha was dismantled, scrubbed from the archives, the staff mind-wiped and
reassigned. No one left but me, and I wouldn’t know anything if it wasn’t my habit of not
trusting the Foundation servers and having my own hidden personal archive the O5s missed
in their panic.

I was a data analyst at Site-001-Alpha [Note to O5 Command: Don’t bother looking for
me, I finished the job you started, the identities of all former staff at Site-001-Alpha have
been completely scrubbed from the records, you know as much as they do now.] and I
participated in the first and only attempt to consolidate all Foundation data on all SCPs. I was
in charge of data integrity. And as much of a mess as you might think that was, it was an
order of magnitude worse.

Forget the memetic SCPs, or the ones that modify their own description, or the ones that
seem to only inhabit infospace and slip into the database to wreak havoc. That’s all SOP for
anyone who works with the Foundation’s network, just a matter of scale. Worse were the
completely inexplicable, unexpected changes in data

Sorry, that’s wrong, even though I can’t help thinking of it that way. It isn’t a change in
data when reality is shifting to match. I don’t know a lot about the internals of the software
we used, but I know that part of it ran outside what we think of as the “real world.” And, at
first, everyone thought that the audit trails it produced were some sort of bug. However, it
became apparent that the nature of the software, its purposeful isolation from the
narrative-affecting SCPs, allowed it to record something far more important.

It’s not visible to you, or the O5s, or even to most of the SCPs we deal with, but the
Foundation— and by extension the entire universe— is in a state of constant shifting reality
flux. SCP files appeared and disappeared from our database with alarming regularity, and the
SCPs referred to, to all appearance, appeared and disappeared along with them. Not just
SCPs, but personnel, whole sites, and entire decades of the Foundation’s history would be
re-written, seemingly at random. And our own memories, and all external research would
confirm that “objective” reality matched the current version in our database.

One of the researchers told me that it was as if we were seeing the effect of something
like SCP-140, only much larger in scale.

Yeah. Something a lot like SCP-140, and infinitely larger in scale.

I don’t know who did the analysis, and if I did, I wouldn’t say. She’s probably a lot
happier not knowing about her own discovery. But she looked at what vanished and what
appeared, and what subtly changed in the records, and she found the pattern, the drift toward
darkness, toward narrative coherence, toward a plot…

Everyone who works any length of time at the Foundation knows the universe we live in
is a seriously fucked up place. Those of us who still believe in God tend toward serious
ambivalence about his handiwork.

But we found out that there is a God, and it is SCP-001.

And it’s a bunch of horror writers.

Addendum: Emergency Containment Protocol ZK-001-Alpha O5 Eyes Only

Decryption Key Accepted

Note: Containment Protocol ZK-001-Alpha carries a non-zero risk of creating a ZK Reality

Failure event. Use should only be authorized in an attempt to mitigate an end-of-the-world
scenario or the imminent destruction of the Foundation.

Research at Site-001-Gamma has conducted narrative analysis on SCP-001's changes to the

observable universe. Conclusions are that SCP-001 consists of multiple entities showing
cognitive patterns that are indistinguishable from human, and that these entities are therefore
susceptible to memetic effects. Since prior experiments have shown information feedback via
the SCP data warehouse, a possible method of attack and or control has been developed.
Protocol ZK-001-Alpha, when initiated, will cause a software viral insertion of a variety of
memetic agents into the SCP database which, through the observed information feedback,
should expose SCP-001 to the memetic effects of these agents. Protocol ZK-001-Alpha
consists of three stages:

Memetic agents inserted to promote calm and/or well-being

Memetic agents inserted to promote sleep, unconsciousness or catatonia.
Memetic agents inserted to cause death.

Given the nature of SCP-001 and our limited interaction with it, it is not possible at this time
to safely test Protocol ZK-001-Alpha, and it is unknown if the universe can continue to exist
without interaction with SCP-001.

UIU File 0041: Altered High School Building in ██████, ██ (Confirmed Anomaly 3)

Object Class: 53 (Highly intrusive, unknown capabilities, unknown nature)

Secure Containment Protocols: Confirmed Anomaly 3 (CA3) is to be surrounded by an
electric fence no less than 30 feet high and guarded by the United States Army’s █████
Platoon. Any footage or photographic evidence of CA3’s interior is to be excised as soon as
possible, and all witnesses detained indefinitely.

Under no circumstances should any personnel attempt to enter CA3 or communicate with the
persons inhabiting it. However, any person known to have been inside CA3 at any point must
be detained and interrogated.

A direct military assault on CA3 has been deemed unfeasible at this point, due to the
unknown capabilities of the entity or entities by which it is controlled.

Note: This is a summary, and it does not contain all information relevant to CA3. For
detailed information regarding CA3, see UIU Files 0042 through 0218- Director ██████

Known Information: The Unusual Incidents Unit was alerted to CA3’s existence on
September 5, 1954, when students attending ██████████ High School reported that the
interior of the building was vastly different than it had been at any point in the past.

Upon discovery, CA3 exhibited several unusual, if not inherently paranormal, traits:

Nearly all walls in the facility had been replaced with steel-reinforced concrete, although
several rooms were constructed of other materials for no readily apparent reason. All exterior
windows had been covered from the inside.
All student desks, personal effects, textbooks, and other materials expected of a public
high school were completely absent. Lockers were still present, albeit significantly smaller
and constructed of stainless steel.
The arrangement, location, and size of rooms and facilities did not match blueprints for
the school. Often, rooms would exhibit seemingly random modifications, although the
number of changed rooms is currently unknown.
No less than seventeen computers were found, each of which made use of state-of-the-art
magnetic-core RAM. Prior to its classification as a confirmed anomaly, ██████████
High School had no computers. All files on the computers were inaccessible, and the
computers themselves are firmly bolted down.
The auditorium is inaccessible due to a large steel wall completely blocking the
doorways. Attempts to move or damage this barrier have been ineffective. The extent and
purpose of the barrier are unknown, as are the contents of the auditorium.

A team sent into CA3’s interior to do a complete survey (Team CA3-O5) did not return, nor
did a second team (Team CA3-O6) tasked with locating the first team. The facilities are
currently under lockdown pending new containment protocols.

Update: Twenty-three days after initial recovery, guards reported "white noise" emanating
from CA3, the volume of the noise increasing the closer one got to the auditorium. Five hours
later, the white noise stopped, although the sound of voices was audible from the interior of

Upon further investigation, it was found that the building now contained a large number of
persons, all of whom appeared to be wandering aimlessly through the facility. Notably, each
individual was physically identical to a member of Team CA3-O6, despite the inhabitants of
CA3 vastly outnumbering the members of Team CA3-O6. Attempts to interview or detain the
inhabitants were thwarted by [CLASSIFIED]. The twelve members of Team CA3-O5 were
not found. In addition to the aforementioned, the interior layout of CA3 had changed
significantly since the previous investigations. No mechanism which could explain this has
been identified.

Update: Three months after the previous incident, white noise was again heard emanating
from the auditorium. This time, the decision was made to investigate immediately. It was
found that most of CA3-2 (the designation given to the inhabitants of CA3) had gathered near
the doors of the auditorium. A circular hole roughly six feet in diameter had formed in the
steel barrier, although the interior was not visible. At 0310 hours, an item resembling a
[CLASSIFIED] emerged from the hole and was carried away by an inhabitant. The item was
placed in one of the classrooms (which had not previously been observed to open). This
process continued for upwards of eight hours, with a new item being produced once every
three minutes. Most were seen entering a different room or locker, although insufficient
personnel were available to track all items.

Further investigation revealed that most, if not all of the items produced exhibited anomalous
properties themselves. A significant portion of CA3-2 are involved in either guarding the
items produced (collectively, CA3-3) or performing various tests on them.

Update: Two days after the previous incident, three identical armed "guards" appeared near
each entrance to CA3. Further attempts to enter the building were futile, as these guards have
consistently overpowered all teams sent to enter CA3, regardless of injury or relative level of

Note: Reports gathered during the two days prior to guards manifesting outside of CA3
appear to confirm that CA3-2 is following standard UIU protocol regarding the items
produced by the auditorium. Their knowledge of UIU standard procedure is consistent with
that of Team CA3-O5.

Update: During the UIU’s tracking of CA6, two men identical to Agent Dixon (a member of
CA3-O6) emerged from a parked car and forcibly detained CA6, dragging him into the car
and driving away. Tracking the vehicle for the next eight hours revealed that it was driving
directly to CA3. Upon arrival, the vehicle drove directly through the front doors, which the
"guards" had opened shortly before their arrival. CA6 has not been recovered.

UIU File 0042: Message received from CA3

On May 15, 1965, the following message was transmitted in Morse code from CA3 on
standard UIU communication frequencies. Sensitive data has been classified and the
beginning of each "sentence" has been capitalized, but the message has not otherwise been

Hello! We are the O5 council and we (secure, contain, protect) we have been shown to do
and it would be nice to be friends. It is nice to have been a part of your excellent but it is best
that with superior resources given (the greatness) we will control containment. Our sincerest
apologies, regarding guards and detainment, workers and secrets kept needed: the time and
waits we apologize, the radio blocked by one scp or two. Expect an expansion soon, for we
spaces for although away from auditorium (okay but unwant).
Eight hours later, the following transmission was received:

Expanded now! See the █████████ federal building it is now a functional, need
doctors guards d-men recruiting! Anomalies found and further possibly international,
researching of course possible; international maybe days weeks to do. Further we O5 are
aware (sorry to O6 missed) that legible barely, but go-between auditorium not █████!
Goodbye and luck with your troubles.
For further information, see UIU File 0███: Altered Federal Building in █████████,
██ (Confirmed Anomaly 10)

The following has been classified Code Red—Inaccessible by the Records and
Information Security Administration. Access is restricted to Level 5 personnel only. This
document was nullified by Overwatch Directive 001, when this organization (the American
Secure Containment Initiative) merged with several others to form the modern Foundation on
1 January 1916. This record is retained for archival purposes only.

Item Number: 1851-023 (Drapetomania)

Classification Type: Threatening

ASCI Protocols for Containment: Negroes affected by this phenomenon are to be treated
by as many of the following procedures as is deemed necessary by the owner or lessee: One,
that corporal punishment in the form of whipping be applied up to one hundred per day
(seventy-five for wenches, fifty at most for pickaninnies); Two, that affected workers be
instructed through Biblical teachings in the appropriate deference to be shown to divinely
ordained masters; Three, that the large toes of each foot be removed. Incurable servants are to
be recruited into the program for incorrigibles as detailed in this report.

Description: Phenomenon 1851-023 is a disorder of the mind exclusive to the Negro race,
and most particularly to those segments of the Negro race appropriately employed in servile
labor under the tutelage of a white master.1 The primary symptom of the phenomenon is the
desire on the part of affected servants to quit their divinely-assigned duties and lands,
migrating to territories sympathetic to their situation. Of late it has been recorded that a
number of Negro servants2 have become difficult to contain in their places; this has been
noted both within those properties controlled by the Containment Initiative and throughout
those areas inhabited by the owners of such servants. Initiative Senior Researcher S.
Cartwright has demonstrated in his laboratory the existence of a phenomenon called by
himself Drapetomania, but to be known henceforth as Phenomenon 1851-023 in Initiative

The cause of this malady is incompletely understood; as is presently known, there is no

discernible form of miasma3 potentially responsible for the disorder. A correlation has been
found, however, between the presentation of this form of disobedience and a particular
relationship between master and servant. More specifically, those occasions when masters
begin to treat servants as though they are of the white race, begin to treat them as equals, are
the occasions that seem most likely to lead to this phenomenon. It cannot be emphasized too
greatly that Negroes kept in captivity must be reminded of their inferior status with a regular
frequency, and must not be allowed to think too highly of themselves. Particulars to avoid
include: allowing servants to achieve literacy or numeracy; giving servants the ability to
choose their own mates, thus disturbing the thorough planning of masters to maintain
stronger bloodlines; and the free practice of Negro Christianity, which tends to undermine the
lessons of dependence taught to the Negro by white churches.

This report compiled July 17th 1851 in accordance with American Secure Containment
Initiative protocols.

Nota Bene: The prevalence of Phenomenon 1851-023 among the working and breeding stock
owned by many of the Initiative's directors, along with a general sense of civic duty, have
prevailed upon the Initiative to take action. Henceforth, Initiative men are to encourage
patrollers and police to remand captured Negro escapees into their custody. Dr. Cartwright
has put together a particular cohort of unruly servants otherwise unsuited for conventional
Negro labor, which he is referring to informally as the Drapetomaniac Class. These are to be
put through the most rigorous of duties for the Initiative, those for which loyal servants
would be wasted through attrition. —Director Wilson, noted March 31st 1857

Nota Bene: Given the recent political developments, particularly the recent initiation of civil
war and its implications for the likely future of Negro servitude, alternate plans are being
composed for the future of the Drapetomaniac Class, upon which our research has become
rather dependent. —Director Wilson, noted October 4th 1862

Nota Bene: Our fears have come to fruition with the recent proclamation. Henceforth, given
our official support for the Northern Union, our policy is to be as follows: Recruitment for D
Class is to now take place among prisons, asylums for madmen and madwomen, the
chronically indigent, almshouses, and those arrested for vagrancy. This policy, which we are
calling the Cartwright Protocol, has the advantage of maintaining a remarkably similar
makeup for our D Class while supporting the current regime in the Federal City. —Director
Wilson, noted January 4th 1863

Nota Bene: Criticism for our current policies re: D Class recruitment has come from several
of our overseas counterparts. Given current policy among the Board of Directors in the
mutual attempt at an alliance or merger with organizations with similar aims, the Initiative is
to restrict its D class recruitment solely to prisons and, in the event of extreme need,
orphanages. In practice, of course, this will change little of the racial makeup of that group.
Additionally, those of the D class are to be disposed of in secret and their numbers no longer
recorded, except for the Directorate's information. —Director Morris, noted March 17th 1914

Addendum 1851-5: This anomaly declassified and removed 1 January 1916. Head
Researcher ████ Cartwright has proposed all documentation regarding SCP-1851 be
located and destroyed.

Tell Cartwright he can go to hell. We'll remove it, but we're keeping a record of what we've
done. His family did this, and we helped him; we're not whitewashing the record for him. I
don't know how we'll ever make up for what we've done here, but the least we can do is
remember. O5-9

Addendum 1851-6: All D-class personnel recruited under the Cartwright Protocol given
amnesiacs and released. Recruiting now to take place among prisoners by double-blind
committee unaware of race, gender, or any factor other than the crime committed. Selective
reparations made to particular families affected under the protocol.
1. Whilst it goes without saying that Negroes released from this form of service are far more
susceptible to mental insanity and weakness, this form of madness is strictly confined to the
servant populations.
2. This of course changes nothing of the general attitude of Negroes under our employ, who
assure us that they feel (as we have taught them) their futures would be best spent under our
benevolent supervision.
3. The burgeoning theory that disease transmission requires the presence and proliferation of
microscopic creatures of some kind is currently under review by the Initiative; its
applicability to this case, if true, could be revolutionary to our research.

Item #: SCP-244-ARC (The Egg-Walker)

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: None are needed at present time, but the object is to be
closely monitored, and if at all possible, removed from Kain Pathos Crow’s possession and
submitted for further study and experimentation.

Description: Object is a large, bipedal spherical device one point three five (1.35) meters in
diameter, with the upper quarter of the sphere missing and leading into a cockpit of sorts.
Item possesses two pairs of prehensile arms, each arm having six highly dexterous fingers
and two thumbs. There are exposed patches of clockwork, tubing, cables, and hydraulics in
the object's outer chassis.

SCP-244 is constructed of 226.8 kg (500 lb) of SCP-143, 9.07 kg (20 lb) of SCP-148, 136.08
kg (300 lb) of copper, 113.4 kg (250 lb) of titanium, 45.36 kg (100 lb) of rubber, 27.22 kg (60
lb) of glass, 13.61 kg (30 lb) of high-end military grade electronics, 2.27 kg (5 lb) of
SCP-447-2, and several components that had been run through SCP-914 on various settings,
including three (3) Cray supercomputers, 7.26 kg (16 lb) of uranium-234, nine (9) scientific
grade calculators, four (4) seventh-generation games consoles, two (2) plasma screen
televisions, four (4) ducks, and an antique three hundred (300) year-old grandfather clock.

It was constructed by SCP-172, aided by SCP-030 and SCP-488-1, with several notes and
design features reverse engineered from SCP-044, SCP-212, and SCP-278. All of this was
authorised by Kain Pathos Crow himself, and while base authorisation of which was
overlooked by higher command as Crow claimed it was to aid in his “biological disabilities”,
large portions of this project were carried in secret, without the knowledge of his superiors or

While these factors by themselves would be enough to classify this object an SCP, Crow
authorised many “enhancements” to SCP-244, by way of experimentation with SCP-040,
SCP-158, SCP-399, SCP-407, and again with SCP-914.

The result of this is a device that is still not fully understood by our research staff, and is not
entirely constrained by normal Euclidean physics. It is capable of speeds of up to 643.74
km/h (400 mi/h) in three point one (3.1) seconds and can lift weights of over 4535.92 kg
(10,000 lb).
It has demonstrated a large number of attachments and abilities; the ones that have been
recorded are:

A large fifty-two (52) barrel minigun that fired several hundred .50 calibre rounds
dispensed by an unknown source.
A large television with access to every television channel on this planet, as well as some
that were not able to be located terrestrially, or within this era of time.
Recreating several works of art within twelve (12) minutes.
Playing the board game, Go, on level with advanced human players.
Producing the items needed to bake a Belgian casserole, again from an unknown source.
Performing emergency triple bypass heart surgery.
Internally brewing and dispensing over two thousand (2000) litres of alcohol.
Performing advanced theoretical chaos mathematics for the purpose of computing the
probability of the Boston Red Sox winning the World Series this year.
Translating anything affected by SCP-732 into comprehensible and well written English.
Deploying four (4) large speakers and a subwoofer and playing Black Sabbath's "Iron
Man" in such a way that everyone in the facility heard it, including three (3) people who were
legally deaf, and one person who was clinically dead at the time. It is believed that it may
have been transmitted telepathically rather than via soundwaves.
Cultivating a large patch of Bellis perennis, or daisies, on a canteen table in Bio-Research
Area-12, despite having no soil or water.

Additional Notes: It is not fully understood how Crow is able to pilot SCP-244, as he lacks
opposable thumbs or even fingers, and has been seen controlling the device while being
completely unaware of its location.

The device is normally located with Crow’s presence, as he uses the device as a set of hands
and transport. It is a regular sight on Bio-Research Area-14 to see Crow travelling through
the corridors on the device, so much so, that it has become known to local staff as “The Egg
Walker”, due to the similarity in appearance to the walker device used by the character
"E█████", in the classic video game series "S████ the H███████".

Addendum 244-A Yes, I know it's a horrible amalgam of ten thousand different Things That
Should Not Be piloted by a sentient dog, but I really can't make fun of someone who poured
me a nice, cold beer. On a side note, please let the Guinness Brewing Company know that
someone's figured out their secret formula.
- A. Clef

Item #: SCP-053 (Young Girl)

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-053 is to be contained in an area no less than 5 m x

5 m (16 ft x 16 ft) and given adequate room to move. Toys, books, games, and other
recreational devices are to be amply provided and rotated every three (3) months. Proper
bedding, bathroom, and medical facilities are to be maintained at all times. Food should be
provided three (3) times daily, and two (2) snacks are allowed if requested.

No physical contact is to be made with SCP-053 without full atmosphere-containment suit

and eye shield. No eye contact is to be made with SCP-053 for any reason. Any objects given
to personnel by SCP-053 may be removed, but must be given to quarantine for examination.
Only one (1) member of personnel may be present in the room at any given time and must be
secured by a safety line of steel cable. All personnel must be removed from SCP-053's
containment chamber within 10 minutes of entering.

Any personnel who begin to act erratically, scream, or attempt to grab SCP-053 are to be
removed and quarantined. Any personnel attempting to remove their suit are also to be
removed and quarantined. No sharp objects or firearms are allowed in SCP-053's containment

Description: SCP-053 appears to be a small 3-year-old girl. She is capable of basic speech
and appears to be slightly above average in mental development. She has a generally pleasant
personality and rarely seems upset, becoming agitated only in the presence of groups of

Any and all humans over the age of three who make eye contact with, physically touch, or
remain around SCP-053 for longer than 10 minutes will rapidly become irrational, paranoid,
and homicidal. Most, if not all, of these feelings will be directed at SCP-053, and afflicted
subjects will attempt to kill SCP-053 after first killing or driving off all humans visible to
them. Those attempting to kill SCP-053 will suffer massive heart attacks or seizures and die
seconds after doing any physical damage to SCP-053. SCP-053 will regenerate almost
instantaneously from any wound, regardless of severity.

SCP-053 appears wholly ignorant of these effects, and ignores any and all subjects affected.
When questioned about the effect, SCP-053 is incapable of response.

Item #: SCP-073 («Cain»)

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-073 is to be kept in a two (2) room cell furnished
with all non-organic furniture and items, and a bathroom. Subject is allowed to freely wander
the facility and eat in the main canteen. A tracking device has been attached to SCP-073's
person and is not to be removed. Subject is disallowed any contact with the surface, and is
not allowed outside the facility. Subject is allowed no contact with plant-based SCPs under
any circumstances. Violence is not to be used against SCP-073 under any circumstances.

SCP-073 is currently kept in Site-17.

Description: SCP-073 appears to be a heavily-tanned male of Arabic or Middle Eastern

descent in his early thirties, 185 cm (6'1") tall and 75 kg (165 lbs), with black hair and blue
eyes. Arms, legs, spinal cord, and shoulder blades of the subject appear to have been replaced
with artificial versions of unknown make and metal. Subject only takes notice of this when it
is pointed out, and states that it has no knowledge of how, why, or when these replacements
took place, stating it had had them as long as it could remember. There is a symbol engraved
into the forehead of the subject, which appears to be of Sumerian origin. Symbol has of yet
been untranslated, and subject appears distressed when the symbol is mentioned at all,
refusing to speak on it. Subject does need to eat and drink on a regular basis, but is strictly
carnivorous owing to its effect on plant-based items.
SCP-073, who refers to itself as "Cain", is generally polite and genial to all who speak to it,
though it has been described as being cold and somewhat mechanical in its speech. It is very
helpful, and enjoys aiding personnel in their daily actions, whatever they may be. It has
highly detailed knowledge of ancient to recent events in history, and most commonly spoken
languages in the world, including ones that have since died out. Subject has professed to
having a photographic memory, remembering word-for-word all text in a eight-hundred-page
dictionary that was flicked through in a minute and a half. It has scored above average in all
intelligence tests given to it.

SCP-073's presence is inimical to any and all life grown in soil, causing death to any such life
within a twenty (20) meter radius. Any land SCP-073 has walked on (and any within the
twenty [20] meter radius) becomes barren as all anaerobic bacteria dies, rendering the soil
incapable of supporting life until new bacteria are introduced. Anything that is derived from
soil-grown life, such as wood and paper, immediately rots and disintegrates upon touch of
SCP-073. Further affected derivatives include anything hydroponically grown.

Violence directed towards SCP-073 reflects any damage inflicted on SCP-073 directly back
onto the attacker, although SCP-073 visibly remains unharmed. This applies to any damage
directed at SCP-073. Attempts to get tissue and blood samples have proven futile: when the
procedure was initiated, personnel carrying out the action felt the sensation of whatever was
applied to SCP-073, and wound up with a sample of their own blood or tissue, despite the
fact that ''all actions were directed solely at SCP-073''. Indirect damage through a medium
also results in the person perpetrating the action receiving the wounds caused. Although
SCP-073 receives no actual harm from damage to its person, it has stated that it still feels the
pain of the action, and has politely asked researchers to abstain from overly harmful actions
to its person.

Additional Notes: SCP-073 was found in the New York Police Department in 19██, having
been taken in after subject had been found amidst the bodies of several violent gang
members. SCP-073 told police members that the gang had attempted to make sport of it, but
became angry and attempted to kill SCP-073, resulting in their own demise. SCP-073 was
incarcerated, and was deemed a "John Doe" when NYPD could not find any information on
it. SCP-073 came to the attention of the Foundation through a routine inspection of "John
Does", and was subsequently released into our custody.

Addendum 073-1: In light of SCP-073's indestructible nature, photographic memory, and

general will to please, high command have deemed that all information is to be "backed up"
on SCP-073, ensuring it is not lost in the event of a catastrophe. While this action has met
with mixed responses, SCP-073 has agreed and sworn itself to secrecy on its part.

Addendum 073-2: When information concerning SCP-076 was brought to the attention of
SCP-073 for "backing up", subject showed familiarity with the information, although was
disinclined to adding to it, despite the fact that it stated that it already knew all about
SCP-076. It then stated it would be better for all parties involved that it not meet SCP-076.

FROM: Dr. █████ █. █████

TO: Director Maria Jones, Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration
SUBJECT: Revision of SCP-076 SCP File

I have to go on record as saying that I seriously object to the proposed revisions of the
SCP-076 Special Containment Procedures File. I know that Redact All Important Stuff
Already claims it's a security risk, but you and I both know it's just top brass trying to sweep
their biggest and most embarrassing mistake ever under the damn rug. Omega-Seven
happened. It existed. Those people died because you screwed up, and you can't change that,
no matter how hard you try to hide it.

For God's sake, man, those people guarding him deserve to know exactly what he is and
what he did. What WE did. How we fucked up, so they'll know better.


Item #: SCP-076 («Able»)

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Containment Area 25b is to be located 200 m below sea
level, tunneled out of solid bedrock in a seismologically stable area. Sole access to the
containment facility is to be through a vertical elevator shaft separated every fifty (50) meters
with a reinforced blast door, constructed of 20 cm thick material shielding. Elevator shaft
shall be flooded with seawater when not in use.

Containment Area 25b is to be constructed with the following components:

An Outer Security Perimeter against outside threats, staffed by security personnel trained
in close quarters battle and counter-intrusion tactics.
An Administrative and Support Area (ASA) consisting of support facilities and living
quarters for on-site personnel.
A Primary Containment Zone (PCZ), consisting of a 7 m cube encased in 1.5 m of
reinforced material. PCZ is to be designed to be flooded and drained as needed, and should
remain filled with seawater unless access to contents is required.
A 150 m "killing corridor" which is to be the sole access to the PCZ from the ASA
(including water, power, drainage, and ventilation lines). The walls and floor of the corridor
are to be reinforced in a similar manner to the PCZ, with the addition of an electric deterrence
system capable of delivering a 20,000 volt shock.

A security station located at the entrance to the killing corridor is to be staffed with no fewer
than three (3) armed security personnel on watch at any one point in time. Armament is to
include, but not be limited to, at least one (1) ███████ CIW system on a pintle mount
with a clear line of sight down the corridor, with a plexiglass screen to protect the operator
from thrown weapons.

In the event of a full breach, all on-site staff are to proceed immediately to the closest security
station for weapons and armor distribution. Staff will remain at Alert Condition One until
SCP-076-2 is confirmed neutralized. Should 90 minutes pass after declaration of full breach
without a Stand Down order being given by Level 4 or higher personnel, Final Contingency
Measures will be activated, flooding the entire facility in seawater and sealing off the access
shaft for a minimum of 24 hours before retrieval is attempted. This will, by necessity, result
in the deaths of all on-site staff.
Description: SCP-076 consists of two components: a stone cube (SCP-076-1) and a
humanoid entity contained within (SCP-076-2).

SCP-076-1 is a 3 m cube made of black speckled metamorphic stone. All surfaces outside
and within SCP-076-1 are covered in deeply engraved patterns corresponding to no known
civilizations. Radioisotope analysis indicates that the object is approximately ten thousand
(10,000) years old. A door is located on one side, sealed with a lock 0.5 m in width,
surrounded by twenty (20) smaller locks in a circular pattern. As of yet, none of the keys
have been found, making the door impossible to lock once closed.

Interior temperature is approximately 93 Kelvin, and cannot be altered by any means, internal
or external. Directly in the center of the room is a 2.13 m tall stone coffin, held in place and
sealed shut by several chains of unknown make and substance, which are attached to the
inner corners of SCP-076-1.

SCP-076-2 resembles a lean Semitic human male in his late twenties. Hair is black, and eyes
are gray, skin tone olive. Subject is 1.96 m in height and 81.65 kg in weight. Numerous
tattoos depicting arcane and occult iconography are present all over the body (mostly in the
form of leering demonic faces) and ranges from subtle to openly ostentatious. Subject, when
encased inside SCP-076-1, is technically dead.

However, occasionally SCP-076-2 will awaken, effectively "reanimating", complete with all
vital processes needed to sustain a living human being. Subject will then attempt to leave
SCP-076-1. If successful, subject will enter a trance state and seek out the nearest human
being, ignoring all other living things in the process. Upon coming into contact with living
humans, SCP-076-2 will enter a rage state in which it attempts to engage and kill all human
beings encountered. To date, only the subject's death has been shown to be effective in
ending these rampages.

Terminating SCP-076-2 is often problematic due to its significant physical abilities. Subject
has superhuman strength and speed, and although not invulnerable, has shown a remarkable
ability to ignore pain and shock, pressing on despite what would be debilitating wounds in
normal humans. Prior encounters have shown that SCP-076-2 has the ability to (among other

Rip through a reinforced steel security door over the course of four (4) minutes of
sustained assault.

Clear over 64 m of distance in under three (3) seconds.

Take multiple .50 caliber BMG rounds to the head and survive for several minutes to
continue killing, despite severe damage to the cerebellum.

Swat handgun and assault-rifle caliber bullets out of the air with a length of steel rebar.

Survive for over one (1) hour deprived of oxygen before finally asphyxiating.

SCP-076-2's most unusual ability, however, is its ability to apparently materialize bladed
weapons out of nowhere. Slow-motion video footage reveals that the blades in question are
actually pulled from a miniature dimensional rift described as a "small hole in space." Where
this portal leads is unknown, as is how SCP-076-2 is capable of generating said rifts. Footage
of the blades in question shows them to be made out of a completely non-reflective black
material appearing as a "black void in space." As the blades rapidly vanish after leaving the
subject's possession, no structural analysis is possible at this time.

SCP-076-2 has effectively been killed several times in various manners:

Sustained fire from multiple heavy-caliber machine guns.


Crushed beneath a 13.6 metric tonne piece of elevator equipment for use on SCP-076-1.

Cremation through the use of a Thermate-TH3 grenade placed directly inside

SCP-076-2's open chest cavity.

During the worst breach to date, Containment Area-25 (which previously housed
SCP-076) was forced to detonate its on site warhead as a last attempt to contain SCP-076-2
while it was attempting escape, resulting in total destruction of the site and all on-site
personnel. SCP-076-1 survived.

Upon death, SCP-076-2's remains will putrefy rapidly, until reduced to dust. SCP-076-1 and
the coffin within will then slam shut with great force, and the lock will rotate, sealing it shut.
SCP-076-2 will then reform within the coffin, a process taking anywhere from six (6) hours
to twenty-five (25) years.

What posthumous analysis of SCP-076-2 exists shows that it has a internal system highly
different from our own, documented in [DATA EXPUNGED].

Additional: SCP-076 was found in ████████████, Mongolia, in 18██, by

archaeologists from England. All members of the expedition were subsequently killed on the
return voyage home. SCP-076 was recovered from the ship █████ ███████ by the
███████ Society (one of the organizations that later merged into the modern Global
Occult Coalition) and placed on display in their Inner Sanctum.

SCP-076 remained in storage for ███████ (██) years, until SCP-076-2 became active
and escaped on ██-██-████. The reason for SCP-076's activation is currently unknown,
but it was at this point that the keys to the outer shell were lost. A massive manhunt, lasting
over three (3) years and ████ ███████, took place until SCP-076-2 was incapacitated
by ██████████ ███████, killing it and causing it to reform inside SCP-076-1, by
then retrieved and secured by agents of the SCP Foundation.

Subject was in custody for three (3) more years, under constant supervision, and was
terminated whenever it became active, although it occasionally was able to escape for short
periods of time, often due to security breaches caused by attacks from other organizations.
The Foundation's death toll due to this was [DATA EXPUNGED]


After the last incident, the current procedures regarding SCP-076 were implemented,
although they are upgraded regularly with the increase in technological standards.


All information regarding Project Able and Mobile Task Force Omega-7 ("Pandora's Box")
are classified Q Clearance by order of the O-5 Council. By proceeding, you are
acknowledging that you have clearance to view these files, and that you have received Need
to Know permission from the appropriate Level 4 or higher authority.

Mobile Task Force Omega 7 Incident Log

FROM: Director Maria Jones, Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration

TO: Level 4 Administrators
SUBJECT: RAISA Update to Security Protocol Re: Supplemental Information Re:

File Name: Addendum 076-1: "Project Able" and "Mobile Task Force Omega-7"

Prior Classification: O5

New Classification: Level 3, Need To Know Basis.

Effective Date: ██-██-████

Psychological Profile of Subject SCP-076-2

SCP-076-2 either possesses a mind constructed much differently than our own, or is
completely insane, with little empathy or ideas in a way we would understand it. Concepts
such as sex, love and equality are completely foreign ideas to SCP-076-2, or at least in
comparison to its way of viewing them. Subject has shown that it is completely disinterested
in sex, barely differentiating between genders except as a form of visual identification. Also,
while subject has admitted greatly enjoying the act of killing, causing pain (either
emotionally or physically) holds no attraction to it. In short, a perfect sociopath.

Intelligence tests have been wildly inconclusive when applied to SCP-076-2, and no accurate
result has yet been obtained. This may be due to the alien thought processes of the subject.
SCP-076-2 has however, shown that it has great knowledge of human anatomy (although in a
highly violent context), military tactics of open warfare, metallurgy, and, strangely enough,
the care of livestock. Subject has knowledge of several languages including English, but most
notable is its knowledge of several dialects of ancient Sumerian, which seem to be its
preferred language.

SCP-076 has nothing but contempt for human beings, with one exception: it seems to hold a
wary respect for those it acknowledges as its superior. This was discovered when Agent
███████, an agent who had previously had a large amount of experience with SCP-076-2,
did not appear once it escaped. Subject seemed distressed, asking several personnel where
Agent ███████ was hiding. When it finally did learn of the fate of Agent ███████
(killed as collateral damage in an airstrike intended to halt the advance of SCP-███),
SCP-076-2 stopped its rampage and allowed itself to be escorted and restrained.

Subject was then interviewed on the sudden drastic changes in its behavior.

<Begin Log>

Dr. ██████: Why are you so interested in the death of Agent ███████?

SCP-076-2: (Subject begins swearing in ancient Sumerian)

Dr. ██████: Why does his death bother you? You've killed many humans before, why
is he so- (Is cut off by SCP-076-2)

SCP-076-2: (now speaking in English) Different? Because, unlike you [Sumerian word,
untranslated], he was a challenge, a real enemy.

Dr. ██████: Why would that be good for you? Every time you have awoken you've
tried to escape. He was responsible for apprehending you several times. Surely you must be
glad he's dead.

SCP-076-2: I would hardly expect you to understand. Do you know, he managed to shoot
me in the head over ██ times? A man like that deserves to die in combat, so close to his
opponent he can feel his breath. Not in some [Sumerian words, untranslated] destruction
ordered by cowardly kings and princes safe in their palaces. The rest of you… (SCP-076-2
spits) you disgust me. I don't even have the urge to strike you down.

(Subject is silent from then on, refusing to speak or respond)

<End Log>
This indicates a possible psychological inlet into SCP-076-2's mind, and a possible control
mechanism. Given the massive drain on resources SCP-076-2 causes due to its escape
attempts, and considering Bowe Commission's stated desire to weaponize SCP objects for
tactical purposes, I recommend that we pursue this course of action as soon as possible.

Dr. P█████ G████

FROM: Dr. █████ █. █████

TO: Dr. P█████ G████, Project Omega Seven


He said yes.



Mission Statement: Support of SCP-076-2 ("Able") in the field, in high risk tactical

Task Force Organization: Task Force Special Asset "Able," Task Force Leader ████
████████████, 10-20 field agents divided into five teams of 3-5 each. Members of the
team are to be personally selected from elite field agents by Subject Able himself, in order to
maintain a smooth relationship between the Artifact and the mundane elements of the Task

Security Protocol: SCP-076-2 ("Able") is to wear a device attached to the neck that, if
triggered or tampered with, will immediately detonate, terminating SCP-076-2 by way of
complete destruction of the spinal cord, trachea and all major blood vessels in the neck. A
tracking device has also been attached to SCP-076-2's person. It is to refrain from killing
unless ordered to do so, and is to avoid causing damage to the organization's facilities.

Armament and Equipment: Team members are to be armed and equipped in

accordance with MTF doctrine. As Subject Able has shown no inclination to use firearms, or
in fact, no understanding of their use or tactical implications, he is instead to be armed with
one or more edged melee weapons of his choice.

Addendum: For God's sake, ████, find these guys something to do. Able's getting
bored, and he's started putting his team through live fire exercises: they get bullets, he gets
training weapons. Have you ever seen someone break a man's jaw using a Nerf sword? He's
not gonna stop until someone gets killed. - Dr. █████ █. █████

Report by Dr. P█████ G████, Project Omega Seven

In light of SCP-076-2's proficient use of the Sumerian language, researchers have asked it
to translate several documents. While it originally replied with disinterest, it has translated
some of the documents it found worthy of its attention. Most of the documents chosen by
SCP-076-2 were regarding battles or legendary heroes, one of its favorites in particular being
the "Epic of Gilgamesh".

However, one researcher presented it with the symbol from SCP-073. Upon sight of this,
SCP-076-2 became highly enraged, killing several of the researchers before its kill switch
could be activated. When revived and questioned about this, SCP-076-2 responded
aggressively, and that line of questioning was immediately dropped. It is recommended
anything pertaining SCP-073 never be brought to the attention of SCP-076-2 and that the two
are never to be in the same facility.

Addendum 076-07: Recently, SCP-105 has been accepted into Mobile Task Force Omega-7,
having beaten SCP-076-2 in a contest to see which of the two could activate several devices,
each spaced over a mile away from each other and the starting point. SCP-105 managed to
score significantly higher than SCP-076-2 by using her inherent abilities to her advantage.
SCP-076-2 ceded defeat and allowed her entry into the group.

Addendum 076-09: Proposed introduction of SCP-076-2 to SCP-682 put on indefinite hold.

Those with Security Clearance level 4 or higher may request access to Contingency 076-2 #3.
Addendum 076-23: Per the request of the Bowe Commission, Mobile Task Force Omega-7
is to be fielded in the ████████ region of ███████████ against [DATA

FROM: Dr. █████ █. █████

TO: Dr. P█████ G████, Project Omega Seven
SUBJECT: Don't do it, P███


For god's sake, don't do it. It's bad enough that they're trying to weaponize Iris too. Don't
let the military bully us into doing their dirty work against some sand farmers in


FROM: General ██████ Bowe, ████

TO: Dr. P█████ G████, Project Omega Seven
SUBJECT: A Job Well Done

Excellent work, doctor. The mission went exactly as expected. We'll be calling you again
if we need your help.

General ██████ Bowe, ████

FROM: Dr. █████ █. █████

TO: Dr. P█████ G████, Project Omega Seven
SUBJECT: I hope you're fucking proud of yourself, motherfucker.


because you're a bigger asshole than this guy.

FROM: Dr. P█████ G████, Project Omega Seven

TO: Omega Seven Team
SUBJECT: Reassignment

As of this moment, Dr. █████ █. █████ has been reassigned to SCP-682 as Level 1


FROM: Dr. P█████ G████, Project Omega Seven

TO: General ██████ Bowe, ████
SUBJECT: Problems

Despite our best efforts, Subject Able is proving difficult to control. All our attempts to
keep him engaged have been more or less unsuccessful.

The problem is, he's a perfect killing machine, and that's all he wants to do. Which seems
like exactly what we wanted, but the problem is, we can't seem to turn him off.


I'm running out of missions to give him, and the ones I've got left aren't engaging him
mentally. He's starting to lash out at the other team members. It's only a matter of time before
something goes wrong. Requesting permission to discontinue the project and neutralize Able
temporarily, until we can find something more for him to do.

FROM: General ██████ Bowe, ████

TO: Dr. P█████ G████, Project Omega Seven
SUBJECT: Re: Problems

Unacceptable. Neutralizing Subject Able at this point is going to cause us an

unacceptable delay. We'll have another mission for you within a couple of weeks. All you
have to do is keep him busy until then. Send him on vacation or something.

FROM: Dr. P█████ G████, Project Omega Seven

TO: All Staff


SCP-076-2 has disabled the explosive collar failsafe and gone out of control. All staff to
high alert. Further requests as events warrant.


TO: All Sites


As of ██-██-████, ████:██, Containment Area-25 has engaged its on-site nuclear

warhead on ten-minute countdown.

FROM: O5 Command
TO: All Sites
SUBJECT: Containment Area 25 Final Option: Response

As of ██-██-████, ████:██, Containment Area-25 has been destroyed by

detonation of its on-site nuclear warhead. Sites 67 and 68 are to activate the FEMA protocol
and secure the location as soon as possible. Official cover story will be released by RAISA to
all personnel once drafted.

Revised Psychological Profile of Subject SCP-076-2

SCP-076-2 either possesses a mind constructed much differently than our own, or is
completely insane, with little empathy or ideas in a way we would understand it. Concepts
such as sex, love and equality are completely foreign ideas to SCP-076-2, or at least in
comparison to its way of viewing them. Subject has shown that it is completely disinterested
in sex, barely differentiating between genders except as a form of visual identification. Also,
while subject seems to greatly enjoy the act of killing, causing pain (either emotionally or
physically) holds no attraction to it.

Intelligence tests have been wildly inconclusive when applied to SCP-076-2, and no
accurate result has yet been obtained. This is due to the fact that no communication is
possible with the Subject when in its "rage" state. Subject displays knowledge of several
languages including English, but most notable is its knowledge of several dialects of ancient
Sumerian, which seem to be its preferred language.

SCP-076 has nothing but contempt for human beings and will kill them on sight. No
communication is to be attempted with the subject.

Item #: SCP-105 («Iris»)

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-105 is implanted with a tracking device and is

currently housed at Site-17. SCP-105 is currently allowed Class 3 (restricted) socialization
privileges with approved site personnel, granted based on continued good behavior and
cooperation with Foundation personnel.

SCP-105's personal camera (designated SCP-105-B) is to remain in a locked safe-deposit box

at Site-19's High Value Item Storage Facility. Standard positive-action defenses (explosive,
chemical, biological, and memetic) are to be in place at all times, according to standard
operating procedure.

At no point are SCP-105 and SCP-105-B or any other camera to be allowed to come into
contact without approval of the current managing researcher.

Description: SCP-105 (formerly known as Iris Thompson) is a female human of European

descent. Records indicate that SCP-105 was born in ████, making her ██ years old at the
time of acquisition. She has blond hair and blue eyes, and at the time of this article, is 1.54
meters in height and 50kg in weight. She does not appear to have any out-of-the-ordinary
physical characteristics and appears to be, for all intents and purposes, a normal human being
in good health.

SCP-105-B is a Polaroid One Step 600 camera, manufactured in 1982. SCP-105-B does not
appear to have any out-of-the-ordinary physical characteristics and appears to be, for all
intents and purposes, a normal Polaroid camera, operating normally for all persons aside from

When SCP-105 holds a photograph taken by SCP-105-B, the photograph changes from a still
image to that of a real-time image of the location in question. SCP-105 is also able to reach
through the photograph and manipulate objects within reach of the original point at which the
photograph was taken. Persons witnessing this manipulation report seeing a disembodied
female hand (determined to be that of SCP-105) reaching out from an invisible portal and
carrying out the actions indicated. SCP-105-B and the photographs taken by said camera have
no unusual properties when used by any other person.

SCP-105 has demonstrated limited ability to manipulate objects through other photographs,
but can only achieve fine control using photographs taken through SCP-105-B. So far,
SCP-105 has only been able to significantly advance her ability by using photographs taken
by SCP-105-B.

Appendix 1: Circumstances of Acquisition: SCP-105 was brought to the Foundation's

attention shortly after the murder of her boyfriend. SCP-105 claimed to have been on the
phone with the victim at the time of his murder, prompting her to hurry to his side; however,
telephone records did not correspond to her story, making her suspect in the murder. SCP-105
informed her lawyer that she had, in fact, witnessed the murder through a photograph she had
taken with her boyfriend several days prior. The attorney in question disregarded the story
and recommended that the subject plead guilty. Subject refused to do so and subsequently
told her story in court, offering to demonstrate her ability. This lead to Foundation contact.

Subject was immediately contained by the Foundation. Foundation Personnel retrieved

SCP-105-B from SCP-105's home (replacing it with an identical model), and returned it to
her. SCP-105's parents were informed that she was killed during the botched escape of
another patient while both were in custody of the █████████ ██████ psychiatric care

Appendix 2: Excerpt from Interview Log 105-08-4426, dated ██/██/████

<Begin Log>

Dr. █████: Please give a brief personal introduction, including date and place of birth,
and your name.

SCP-105: Okay… My name is Iris Thompson, I was born in Phoenix, Arizona, on May
12th, ████.

Dr. █████: Good. First question, when did you become aware of your abilities?

SCP-105: I'm not sure, but I think I was either ten or eleven. I remember because I was
looking at a picture of the ocean, and I noticed that the waves began moving.

Dr. █████: How did your parents respond when you told them?

SCP-105: They just said that I had an overactive imagination.

Dr. █████: When did you discover that you were able to manipulate objects through a

SCP-105: It first happened when I was… eleven, twelve, maybe? My family took a trip
to the Grand Canyon. I looked through the photo album after we got home, and brushed my
hand up against one by accident. When I did, I pushed a rock over the edge, falling into the
canyon; I could actually hear it clatter on the way down.
Dr. █████: Go on.

SCP-105: I became fascinated with photography after that. Most of the time, it didn't
work with photographs I took, but my parents got me a Polaroid One Step 600 camera — I'd
been begging for them to get it since Christmas. <SCP-105 starts smiling.> After I got the
camera, the photos got… easier to interact with.

Dr. █████: This is the camera we refer to as 105-B? Your personal camera.

SCP-105: Yes sir.

Dr. █████: How many photos can you focus on at one time?

SCP-105: I've gotten up to ten at once with my personal camera, but I'm sure I could do
more eventually.

Dr. █████: What is your impression of your time with the Foundation so far?

<SCP-105 remains silent.>

Dr. █████: Please, do answer. We don't take offense at these things.

SCP-105: It's sort of like… New prison, new warden. But I know it's better than what
could've happened to me.

Dr. █████: You've been very cooperative during your time here.

SCP-105: I'm a pretty well-behaved sort of person. I also like doing the experiments.
Some of those things with photographs I would never have thought of.

Dr. █████: Do you know why I am asking you these questions, Iris?

SCP-105: No, sir.

Dr. █████: We've been setting up a special program. If it goes through, you'll be
occasionally allowed to leave the site and move about in the outside world. All we ask of you
in return are a few favors. Are you interested?

<End Log>

Addendum 3: History of Service with Mobile Task Force Omega-7:

SCP-105 was the second humanoid SCP recruited to Mobile Task Force Omega-7 under the
Pandora's Box initiative. Unlike "Team Able" (associated with SCP-076-2), which was
assigned to strike and capture operations, "Team Iris" had the primary mission of
reconnaissance and intelligence gathering. "Team Iris" carried out over twenty missions in
cooperation with the Bowe Commission. These missions were carried out swiftly and without
The first disciplinary incident involving SCP-105 involved the escalation of Team Iris
missions from reconnaissance to wetwork. SCP-105 violently opposed the use of her abilities
to carry out assassinations, even after members of the Bowe Commission repeatedly
attempted to secure her cooperation (see Interview Log 105-21-6543).

During these events, SCP-105 became emotionally distressed and attempted to deceive
Foundation personnel into believing that her anomalous traits had disappeared. Dr.
D███████ submitted a report recommending that SCP-105 be re-classified as
Neutralized, undergo amnestic treatment, and be released to the public with regular
monitoring. This recommendation was denied.

Following this, Dr. D███████ aided SCP-105 in a containment breach aiming to escape
Foundation custody. This breach was unsuccessful and SCP-105 was re-contained (see
Incident X45-Site-17).

Investigation afterwards determined that Dr. D███████ had intentionally encouraged

SCP-105 to claim loss of anomalous abilities. SCP-105 re-demonstrated her anomalous
abilities in exchange for restoration of limited privileges.

Following the end of the Pandora's Box Initiative, all Mobile Task Force Omega-7 teams
were disbanded, and SCP-105 was returned to Site-17. Because of the security risk she
represents and lack of current utility, SCP-105 is presently not allowed access to SCP-105-B.

All further information regarding Mobile Task Force Omega-7 is sealed by order of the
Records And Information Security Administration.

Director ██████ ███, Records And Information Security Administration

Item #: SCP-120 (Teleporting Paddling Pool)

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: Due to its importance to the Foundation, SCP-120 is to

be kept under video surveillance and armed guard at all times. Any personnel attempting to
utilize the item without authorisation are to be terminated immediately. All personnel wishing
to use the item are required to submit a filled copy of the application form (Document
#120-23) to facility operators.

Due to the precise timing and coordination required for efficient use of this object in an
emergency, all personnel entering SCP-120’s building are placed under temporary command
of the facility heads Captain ████████ (Security Detachment) (L4) and Doctor
█████████ (Research Team) (L4).

All destination locations are to be kept under surveillance and armed guard. They are
valuable to the Foundation but are non-critical, but any compromised destination must be
immediately reported to SCP-120 personnel.

Distributed Task Force Sigma-6 (“Puddlejumpers”) was created with the objective of
protecting and maintaining SCP-120’s facility and location outposts. It consists of 1
command unit and 1 defense and maintenance unit based at the SCP-120 facility at
Command-██; 5 units based at the destination locations, plus 5 reserve units for these; and 5
units assigned to other SCP-120 related projects.

Description: SCP-120 appears to be a small child’s paddling pool, pastel pink in colouration,
with an inner diameter of approximately 2.5 metres and inner height of 0.3 metres. The pool
appears to have been fabricated from common Earth plastics but has shown itself to be
indestructible by any attempted means (see research report #120-32 for a full summary). The
pool’s structure and response to pressure are typical for such a pool (it will flex when
pressure is applied and is soft to the touch) but has amazing tensile strength and cannot be
permanently stretched or ripped.

What is contained within the pool seems to be a brightly glowing, coloured, liquid-like
substance, which seems to exist only partially in our dimension. It is unresponsive to
manipulation by organic or inorganic means, but the substance ripples and shimmers
systematically and regularly, suggesting it exists physically on another dimension.

SCP-120’s most interesting and useful property is used regularly by Foundation personnel.
Human beings, when alive and carrying loads (including clothing) under 37.8 kilograms, are
observed to fall through the pool, and are deposited at one of 11 destinations. These will be
detailed in an addendum.

The item will only function in this way if certain conditions are met: the subject must be
genetically human; the subject must be conscious; the subject must be carrying weights of
under the specified amount; and only one subject must be present on the surface. Test
subjects attempting to use SCP-120 while these conditions were not met reported their feet
making contact with a smooth surface underneath the liquid but no significant effects were

SCP-120’s main use is as a potential means of evacuation for Command-██ during a major
emergency. It is currently stored and maintained in a fortified outbuilding of this facility. To
inspect evacuation procedures, refer to document #120-22.

SCP-120 was first brought to the attention of Foundation authorities on 31/08/1992. Local
police authorities in █████, California, were investigating reports of missing children in
their jurisdiction, and discovered and reported the item on 31/08. Overwatch Command was
automatically informed through the usual channels, and a small team of Foundation agents
was dispatched to claim and transport the item to Site-19, where it remained for testing over
the next 2 years.

It was transferred to its present location at Command-██ in 1994.


Document #120-7: Destructive test results for SCP-120 – 24/12/1993 [Abridged version]

Hand saw: 30cm – No result

Industrial drill: Steel bit – No result
Industrial drill: Diamond bit – No result
Munition: 9x19mm Parabellum – No result
Munition: 5.56x45mm NATO – No result
Munition: 7.62x39mm – No result
Munition: 120mm M830 HEAT – No result
Cutting torch: Acetylene – No result
Cutting torch: Hydrogen – No result
Cutting torch: Propane – No result
CO2 laser (peak energy: 100 kW) – No result
CO2 laser (peak energy: 500 kW) – No result

Document #120-10: Detailed explanation of SCP-120’s capabilities and destinations –

12/02/1994 [Abridged version]

SCP-120 possesses the capability of instant translocation of human beings, possibly through
one or more alternate dimensions. Subjects using the item are invariably deposited at one of
11 locations. These locations cycle in a specific and unchanging pattern. The 11 destinations
and their locations were determined through testing with Class-D personnel carrying radio
beacons. They are detailed here:

Location 1: Pacific Ocean: SCP-120’s liquid displays a blue glow while connected to this

Subjects attempting travel to this destination are deposited an average of 2 metres above the
surface of the Pacific at latitude █████████°S, longitude ██████████°W. A
Foundation ship (SCPS Demeter – publicly the USS Nassau, a meteorological ship) is
currently stationed at this location and personnel arriving through use of SCP-120 materialize
inside the ship’s cargo hold.

Sensitive Foundation material or personnel can be sent here in an emergency, and the ship
has provisions for storage of low-threat SCP objects, should the need arise. Class-D
personnel used to “dial” SCP-120 can be confined and extracted by helicopter or reused, or
simply terminated and their bodies retained in storage.

The original Class D and radio transmitter used to determine this location were lost at sea,
and might have to be recovered in the interest of secrecy, if they were to wash up on
populated shores.

This configuration of SCP-120 was arbitrarily designated as #1, and has no observable
significance above other configurations. Destinations 2 through 11 follow in sequential order
after this configuration, and return to it after a full cycle.

Travel by SCP-120 to this location is not advisable during storms due to risk of injury.

Location 2: Greenland: SCP-120 displays a bright white glow while dialed to this

Subjects travelling to this destination materialize 1.5 metres above the surface of Greenland,
at latitude █████████°N and longitude █████████°W. A small facility was
established here, under the public pretense of oil industry expansion. This facility has similar
capabilities and use to the Demeter, and is additionally equipped with an airstrip and
refueling facilities.
Location 3: L3: Located at the Earth-Moon Lagrange Point 3. The SCP displays a deep
black colour.

Objects and personnel sent through the SCP to any Lagrange point (locations 3, 5, 8, 10, and
11) are effectively lost, as retrieval is impossible at our current level of technology. They may
prove a possible way to remove small but threatening SCP objects, but for now, are merely an
inconvenience, as sacrifice of D-personnel is required to move the SCP to its next

Location 4: Himalayas: SCP-120 displays a white glow similar to when it is dialed to

Location 2.

Materialization occurs at latitude █████████°N, longitude █████████°E, on a

mountain in the Himalayan mountain range. Only minor changes have been made to the
destination: the digging of an 8-metre hole for disposal of D-class bodies, an overhead
canopy for concealment, and supplies and tenting for evacuation to this location (which
should only take place in extreme circumstances).

D-class personnel used for dialing are to be injected with a mixture of sedatives and
neurotoxin before sending, to ensure a humane death and decrease risk of damage to the
structures at Location 4.

Location 5: L5: Identical to Location 3.

Location 6: Sahara: SCP-120 will glow yellow.

Personnel materialize at latitude █████████°N, longitude █████████°E in a small

outpost. The need for secrecy renders this facility unable to house any significant SCP object,
but is ideal for evacuation of personnel and documents from Command.

Location 7: Gobi: SCP-120 displays a brown glow.

This destination is located at a small outpost in the Gobi desert, latitude █████████°N,
longitude ██████████°E, but is otherwise identical to the location 6 outpost.

Location 8: L2: Identical to Location 3, although shows more potential for SCP disposal,
being situated beyond the moon.

Location 9: Mare Imbrium: The SCP displays a subdued grey glow when dialed in to this

This destination is on a relatively flat section of the Sea of Rains on the lunar surface.
Through vast expenditure of money and D-class personnel, a small outpost has been
established there, and is considered one of the Foundation’s safest locations.

Location 10: L4: Identical to Location 3.

Location 11: L1: Identical to Location 3.

Item #: SCP-143 (The Bladewood Grove)

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-143 is to be contained in the valley adjacent to

Bio-Research Area-12, an area over 2 km². Area surrounding SCP-143 for up to 20 km, and
all lines of sight from the surrounding hilltops, are to be denied public access. SCP-143 is to
be watered twice every day on a regular basis via a large sprinkler system, unless already
watered by local precipitation. Personnel are not allowed to enter the enclosure without Level
4 administrative clearance, and are advised not to touch any of SCP-143, nor stand beneath
them unless wearing proper protective gear. It is important that no one be within the
containment area when SCP-143 begins to shed.

Description: SCP-143 is a plantation of 300 specimens of a unique type of tree. The trees are
similar in appearance to Prunus x yedoensis (Japanese Sakura), or cherry blossoms. They
bear no fruit, and the only known way of reproduction is by careful "own root" propagation
using cut saplings from an older sample.

The petals are a light pinkish color, slightly translucent, and with a texture of smooth glass.
Care must be taken when handling the petals, as their edges are razor sharp, and can easily
slice through flesh if mishandled.

The wood and bark are a light grayish color, with a texture expected of wood, although the
grain is very smooth to the touch.

However, the petals and wood of these trees are much harder than most natural or man-made
substances, reaching up to 5,000 HB on the Brinell scale, and withstanding temperatures of
up to 1800°C. The weight-to-strength ratio surpasses even that of titanium, being some
fifteen percent (15%) lighter than aluminum. Despite this hardness, the wood and petals are
quite supple and are as pliable as most woods are.

Both are notoriously difficult to work due to their properties, but under high temperatures,
upwards of 1500°C, separate pieces are capable of being fused together. They make excellent
armor, shielding, and weapons. Due to the slow growth of the plants, the material is slow to
harvest, although the petals are shed regularly enough, falling from the trees twice every year.

Addendum 143-1: The trees were grown on-site from saplings obtained from parent plants
located in Nara Prefecture, Japan, in 1905. The parent trees were owned by a family of
traditionalist swordsmiths, claiming to be descended from a legendary sword maker named
Amakuni. They referred to the original trees as "jinki no kodachi" (刃木の木立ち), or the
"Bladewood Grove." It is from them that the Foundation gained the techniques to cut and
work the wood and petals into serviceable items.

The original trees are still in Japan, owned by the government, and still tended to by the same
family. However, the government has denied all existence of the trees, and any products
made from them are kept within the country.

Document 143-A: We lost three staff to 143 today. They were collecting petals dropped by
the trees the previous day, when a sudden gust picked up, shaking a good deal of the petals
from the trees and blowing them around. Stayed that windy for the whole day. I'd send a
cleanup crew, but it's still pretty windy and the odd petal is still falling. We'll have to pick up
the remains when the wind dies down in a couple days.

Item #: SCP-173 (The Sculpture-The Original)

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all

times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at any
time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain
direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.

Description: Moved to Site-19 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown. It is constructed from

concrete and rebar with traces of Krylon brand spray paint. SCP-173 is animate and
extremely hostile. The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. Line of sight
must not be broken at any time with SCP-173. Personnel assigned to enter container are
instructed to alert one another before blinking. Object is reported to attack by snapping the
neck at the base of the skull, or by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personnel are to
observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures.

Personnel report sounds of scraping stone originating from within the container when no one
is present inside. This is considered normal, and any change in this behaviour should be
reported to the acting HMCL supervisor on duty.

The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these
materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.

Item #: SCP-148 (The «Telekill» Alloy)

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:


SCP-148 is to be stored as 120 cast ingots, each of which weighs approximately 10 kg at time
of writing. Ingots of SCP-148 may not be housed at the same site as any SCP (due the
potential for unforeseen interactions); otherwise, said ingots should be distributed equally
among acceptable Foundation facilities. The mass of each contained ingot of SCP-148 must
be measured and reported monthly.

Under no circumstances should any SCP with mind-affecting or extrasensory properties come
into contact with SCP-148. In the event of such contact, the immediate area must be
evacuated and the affected sample of SCP-148 detonated remotely.

Personnel are not to be assigned to SCP-148 for a period of time longer than three weeks.
Any personnel assigned to SCP-148 are to be given regular psychological evaluations.

Description: SCP-148 is a metallic substance, composed of a variety of known and unknown

elements. The total mass of SCP-148 on hand is approximately 1.1 1.2 tonnes. SCP-148 has a
gray-green color with a bluish tinge and oxidizes readily in the presence of water. SCP-148
has a melting transition point of approximately 4500°C and a boiling transition point of
approximately 9000°C. SCP-148 has a density of 6.20 g/cm3 6.76 g/cm3 and qualifies as
HRC 39 in a Rockwell hardness test. It exhibits material properties, such as strength,
ductility, and workability, similar to platinum.

SCP-148 is composed primarily of platinum and iridium, the two composing 62% and 20%
of its mass respectively. In addition, several other known metals are present in its
composition, including iron, cobalt, and copper, which collectively make up 16.5% of
SCP-148’s mass. However, given the mass of the material, there are believed to be other
substances not detectable by mass spectrometry or other means. Images of SCP-148 taken
with a scanning tunneling microscope show gaps in its lattice that, under normal
circumstances, would be filled with other materials.

SCP-148 has shown the ability to block or otherwise hinder extrasensory mind-affecting
properties of living organisms in proximity to it. This effect, while difficult to quantify,
appears inversely proportional to the square of the distance from the subject to SCP-148’s
surface and directly proportional to the quantity of SCP-148 in consideration. The range for
which this effect is detectable is roughly 0.8 meters per kilogram of SCP-148.

1.1 tonnes of SCP-148 was retrieved from the metallurgy department of Prometheus Labs’
base facility during the Foundation's sweep of the building. Documents concerned with the
project had unveiled that the substance was to be subject to additional development, sold to
███████████, trademarked, and sold as “Telekill Alloy”. However, due to
[REDACTED] and its political fallout, along with the destruction of the Prometheus Labs’
base facility, ███████████ has acquired an estimated at 1.3 tonnes of SCP-148 and sold
it to unknown buyers. Foundation agents and forensic accountants are in the process of
tracking the remaining supplies of SCP-148.

Addendum 148-01
[Due to its potential for use in containment of mind-affecting SCPs, SCP-148 has been
approved for cross-testing with SCP objects. While tests are still in their early stages, tests
with low-level anomalous items seem to indicate that SCP-148 will be an effective tool in
containing said items.] However, it does not appear to affect items whose notable properties
are purely memetic.

Addendum 148-02
Beginning ██/██/████, staff reported irrational behavior and poor communication skills
among janitorial staff tasked with regular maintenance of SCP-148’s containment.1 After
three weeks of increasingly abnormal behavior, two custodians were taken in for questioning
and examination. Testing revealed that the aforementioned personnel were incapable of
interpreting body language and did not appear to notice the intonation or phrasing of
sentences. In addition, the affected subjects were incapable of determining the emotional state
or intent of others and demonstrated severely limited vocabulary.

Further testing has revealed that the language and communication skills of persons with
regular contact or extended exposure to SCP-148 will, over time, deteriorate and disappear. It
has been shown that, after eight weeks, affected subjects will be rendered completely mute
and incapable of understanding or giving nonverbal requests, commands, or other statements,
despite showing otherwise normal mental capacity.
Addendum 148-03
A measurement taken on ██/██/████ (██ months after the Foundation’s acquisition of
SCP-148) indicated that, despite no increase in volume, SCP-148 has increased in mass by
0.1 tonnes (a density increase of 9.0%). The source of this additional mass is unknown.

Incident Report 148-████-1

To test the limits of SCP-148’s effects and its capacity to change in mass, 0.9 kg of it was
placed on a scale and moved to SCP-████’s chamber. Predictably, SCP-████’s
[REDACTED] was nullified by SCP-148’s presence. However, the sample of SCP-148 began
to grow in mass by upwards of 50 grams per second. After one minute, this rate began to
decrease, and SCP-148 ceased to increase in mass forty seconds later, at which point it
weighed 1.4 kilograms. It remained at this mass for eight seconds before plummeting to 0.8
kilograms in the space of two seconds. During this time, personnel within sixty meters
(twelve times the effective range of SCP-████) began to experience SCP-████’s effects,
albeit at a vastly increased rate, resulting in [DATA EXPUNGED] lockdown until the
affected subjects could be removed.

As of this incident, contact between SCP-148 and any mind-affecting items is strictly

Addendum 148-04
Measurements taken since Incident 148-████-1 indicate that the combined mass of
SCP-148 is increasing at a rate of [REDACTED]. It is speculated that should a large quantity
of SCP-148 undergo an event similar to the sample used in Experiment 148-████, [DATA
EXPUNGED]. Containment procedures are under review.

1. At the time, containment consisted of a single storeroom, swept and checked on a daily

Item #: SCP-239 (The Witch Child)

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-239 is to be kept within a one room cell furnished
with 1 (one) bed, 1 (one) EKG machine, and 1 (one) IV to be filled with pentobarbital mixed
with [DATA EXPUNGED] to be refilled daily. Under no circumstances is SCP-239 to be
removed from her containment area at any given time. The walls of this cell are to be coated
in a telekill-lead alloy. Only Class 2 personnel are allowed any contact with SCP-239 at any
time. All personnel guarding SCP-239's containment area are to be equipped with Telekill
headgear (SCP-148). Subject's proper name is Sigurrós Stefánsdóttir. Under absolutely no
condition should the subject ever be awakened. Any personnel found attempting to awaken
the subject will be immediately terminated.

Description: SCP-239 appears to be an 8-year-old girl, 1 meter in height and 20 kilograms in

weight. Subject has shoulder-length blond hair. Upon closer inspection, the subject's eyes
"shimmer" a gray-green shade. Subject seems to emit a previously undiscovered form of
radiation, which has been named ███████████. These waves seem to be harmless in
low concentrations but in higher concentrations they could break down matter on a subatomic

SCP-239 seemingly has the ability to do whatever she expresses a will to do. Put simply, the
subject can do anything that she truly wants to do on a basal psychological level as long as
she is conscious. Fortunately, she only seems to be able to affect herself and her immediate
surroundings; therefore, "If she can see it, she can change it." It would not be the most
prudent course of action, however, to try to test how powerful she can be. She seems to be
able to create and affect living matter; for example, when a D-class personnel accidentally
caused her harm, she simply wished him away. Fortunately, when the subject was made to
feel guilty for what she had done, she wished him back. SCP-239's self-preservation instinct
makes her virtually invincible while she is conscious. Subject's skin can not be punctured by
anything excepting SCP-148.

As a method of controlling the subject's ability, she has been told that she is a witch. This,
besides improving morale greatly, makes her believe that she is unable to use her abilities
outside of a pre-approved list of "spells" given to her by the SCP Foundation. This will
hopefully prevent any and all attempted escapes. However, the subject is to be kept calm at
all times to prevent any subconscious wish of harm to herself or others.

Origin: SCP-239 came to to the attention of the Foundation very soon after her birth in
█████████, ███████. Approximately three hours after subject's birth, ███████
█████ Hospital was destroyed by an unexplained explosion. The press was informed that it
was due to a gas leak. SCP teams were dispatched shortly to search the site for any
abnormalities. The only living person they were able to locate was SCP-239. For the next
eight years, the subject was raised under SCP care.

As of ████████ █, 20██, Subject is to be kept in a medically induced coma until further

notice. This decision was made by [DATA EXPUNGED].

SCP-239 is permanently contained in Site-17.

Note from Dr. ████████, dated 12/26/04: Who the hell thought it would be a good idea
to tell her about "Santa Claus" and then tell her that it was just a story?! Now we have
another potential SCP to deal with, but we can't catch him because he is "magic".

Dr. A. Clef's Report: My analysis of the situation has led me to the conclusion that SCP-239
is an unacceptable containment and security risk. Although several proposals have been
made re: using her for containing other SCPs, the example of SCP-953 and others must serve
as a stark reminder of the risks of overestimating the Foundation's ability to control SCPs
with reality-altering powers.

I would therefore like to make the following proposal: a piercing implement will be
constructed of SCP-148, capable of penetrating SCP-239's otherwise impenetrable skin. This
tool will be used to kill SCP-239 while she is asleep and her powers are neutralized. Because
of the danger of SCP-239 awakening and resisting termination, it is my recommendation that
the selected operative carry SCP-668 as well, in order to minimize complications.

One of the dangers of this procedure is the possibility that SCP-239 will awaken and perceive
the operative as a friend or "good person," thus changing reality to match. It is for this
reason that I would like to volunteer to carry out the procedure personally. A review of my
personnel file should indicate that my [DATA EXPUNGED] should allow me to carry out the
operation even after a reality shift of this nature.

- Clef

Incident 239-B - Clef-Kondraki

Re: Internal Affairs Incident between Drs. "Alto" Clef and ████████ Kondraki,

On ██-██-████, Dr. A. Clef made the following recommendation on the log re: SCP-239

My analysis of the situation has led me to the conclusion that SCP-239 is an

unacceptable containment and security risk. Although several proposals have been made re:
using her for containing other SCPs, the example of SCP-953 and others must serve as a
stark reminder of the risks of overestimating the Foundation's ability to control SCPs with
reality-altering powers.

I would therefore like to make the following proposal: a dagger will be constructed of
SCP-148, capable of penetrating SCP-239's otherwise invincible skin. This weapon will be
used to terminate SCP-239 while she is asleep and her powers are neutralized. Because of
the danger of SCP-239 awakening and resisting termination, it is my recommendation that
the selected operative carry SCP-668 as well, in order to minimize complications.

One of the dangers of this procedure is the possibility that SCP-239 will awaken and
perceive the operative as a friend or "good person," thus changing reality to match. It is for
this reason that I would like to volunteer to carry out the procedure personally. A review of
my personnel file should indicate that my [DATA EXPUNGED] should allow me to carry out
the operation even after a reality shift of this nature.

- Clef

Unfortunately, Dr. Clef made the error of transmitting his proposal en clair instead of
through secured channels. Knowledge of his plan of action reached several staff members at
Site-17. As documented under Incident Report 239-A, SCP-239 had formed bonds with
several staff members at Site-17. Whether motivated by ordinary sympathy or, as Clef
predicted, due to SCP-239's reality-altering abilities causing those on site to be perceived as
friends, several staff members were motivated to take action to prevent Dr. Clef from
carrying out his proposed plan of action: in particular, Dr. ████████ Kondraki.

Evidence relating to the resulting incident is, unfortunately, incomplete and unclear at best.
Efforts are currently underway to piece together the events that occurred through personal
logs, official records, and post-incident interviews.

Item #: SCP-343 («God»)

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-343 resides in a 6.1 m by 6.1 m (20 ft by 20 ft)
room at Minimal Security Site 17. It should be brought any items it requests and visited by at
least one staff member each day. Attempts to add further safety precautions or required
clearances are unnecessary/impossible due to the nature of SCP-343 (see description).

Description: SCP-343 is a male, seemingly race-less, humanoid in appearance with apparent

omnipotence. SCP-343 was discovered walking the streets of Prague and detained after a
staff member witnessed him disappear from the streets and reappear on a rooftop. SCP-343 is
detained willingly in his chamber, as containment has proved impossible (see notes).

Addendum #343-1: "SCP-343, colloquially nicknamed 'God' by the staff here, looks like an
older man, although his features are different to each observer. In my first talk with him, he
claimed outright to be the creator of the universe. When I asked him to prove this, he
laughed, walked through the wall of the chamber, and returned seconds later with a
hamburger in his hand. When I returned for a second visit, the previously bare cell had been
furnished in up-scale, Old English style, complete with a roaring fireplace, and seemed many
times larger than it did from the exterior. SCP-343 greatly enjoys speaking with people, and
seems to have a knowledge of all topics. Visiting with SCP-343 has become a daily event for
many of the staff here, and all employees report feeling generally happier after each visit.
Attempts to bar staff below Level 3 clearance have proven unsuccessful, as guards assigned
to watch the room quit their posts, saying 'You know He likes company' or shrugging when
questioned. Since SCP-343 has thus far been harmless, all staff have been allowed access,
and somehow they all have time to meet with him for as long as they need. For now, I leave
this report open as further questioning of SCP-343 is ongoing." - Dr. Beck

-[WARNING SL-4 or higher needed for further access]-

Addendum #343-2: In regards to document 343-1a, there are no relevant records available or
seemingly in existence and, similarly, all records of Dr. ████████████
███████████ ever working with SCP-343 or Dr. Beck are missing and presumed
non-existent. All staff questioned about the document convey ignorance of Document
#343-1a and claim not to have met Dr. ████████████ ███████████. In a related
matter, Senior officer Dr. Beck has requested a higher staff rotation "…to increase morale in
worse-off sections." This is a very odd request and was the subject of further investigation.
Other localized anomalies such as better health, greater job satisfaction, and lower fatalities
in this section have led to the request being granted. This subject is now closed on orders of

Addendum #343-3: Data recovered on ██/██/████ from routine check of Dr.

████████████ ███████████'s network drive:

Document #343-1a: "[DATA LOST]…as of [DATA EXPUNGED] 'visitors' of SCP-343

are to be questioned as to their intent and convers…[DATA LOST]…uestions pertaining to
other SCP are to be put forth…[DATA LOST]… orders of Dr. ████████████

Document #343-1b: "[DATA LOST]…apparently my orders have gone missing. This is

the last straw Dr. B…[DATA LOST]…all my reports and requests to higher-ups have gone
unnoticed. I will confront SCP-343 tomorrow signed Dr. ████████████
Item #: SCP-409 (Contagious Crystal)

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: No physical contact may be made with SCP-409 for any
reason. Anything making physical contact with SCP-409 must be contained in quarantine
immediately, along with any materials used in the transport of the subject. SCP-409 must be
kept in a granite case at all times. Any transportation of SCP-409 must be done in a sealed
granite container. Residue from SCP-409's effect are to be sealed in granite containers along
with any tools used to transport residue into containers.

Description: SCP-409 resembles a large quartz crystal approximately 1.5m (5ft) tall and
0.6m (2ft) wide. Any objects coming in contact with SCP-409 will begin to crystallize after
three hours. This effect will occur in any material other than granite. The crystallization will
spread by approximately 2.5cm (1in) per minute, and will convert the entire object or
organism, inside and out. Subjects report this effect to be extremely painful, and similar to
frostbite. After complete crystallization, the object will begin to make snapping and creaking
noises for approximately twenty minutes, before bursting into thousands of fragments with
great force.

Anything touched by or touching a fragment will immediately begin to crystallize. Nothing at

this time is able to reverse the effect in organic matter, including amputation of affected
areas. Inorganic matter will only crystallize for a few centimetres around point of contact.
SCP-409 was recovered in [EXPUNGED], under a pile of crystal shards several feet deep.
Losses of personnel during recovery were high.

Addendum 409-1: With the suggestion of Dr. [500-0021D], Subject 409-D5 was exposed to
the effects of SCP-409 and was left to become severely "crystallized". After that he was
treated with SCP-500. Complete recovery was achieved in 9 days. Subject reported that he
continued to feel pain in body parts that were "crystallized" even after the estimated recovery
time. Pain faded 13 days after subject was treated. It is unknown if the pain effect was
psychological or real during the intervening 4 days.

Addendum 409-2: Extensive testing has yielded no information as to why the crystallization
occurs. SCP-409 and the shards created by it are indistinguishable from any other quartz
crystal. The effect appears to be similar to a seed crystal, where a pre-existing crystal
formation is added to a solution, causing the crystal to "grow". SCP-409, however, appears to
do this with all solid matter, and does not need to remain in contact. How this is done, why
SCP-409 is unique among all other quartz crystals, and why granite is the only material
immune are all still unknown.

Item #: SCP-500 (Panacea)

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-500 must be stored in a cool and dry place away
from bright light. SCP-500 is only allowed to be accessed by personnel with level 4 security
clearance to prevent misapplication.
Description: SCP-500 is a small plastic can which at the time of writing contains forty-seven
(47) red pills. One pill, when taken orally, effectively cures the subject of all diseases within
two hours, exact time depending on the severity and amount of the subject's conditions.
Despite extensive trials, all attempts at synthesizing more of what is thought to be the active
ingredient of the pills have been unsuccessful.

Note From Dr. Klein:

SCP personnel below Level 3 are now banned from handling SCP-500. This is not to be
used to cure a hangover. Get AIDS and then ask permission.

Request 500-5667-e
Dr. Gibbons has requested two (2) pills of SCP-500 for his personal medkit. Request denied.

Addendum 500-2: One (1) pill has been authorized for use with SCP-409. SCP-500 was
tested on Subject 409-D5 who was exposed to the effects of SCP-409. Complete recovery
accomplished. See Addendum 409-1. Number of pills is fifty-six (56) at the time of writing. -
Dr. [500-0021D]

Addendum 500-5: During experiments with SCP-038, one (1) pill was stolen by personnel
D-██████ to, reportedly, "cure a hangover". Stricter controls for samples of SCP-500
given to other projects is suggested. Personnel D-██████ has been terminated. Number of
pills is fifty-five (55) at the time of writing.

Addendum 500-9: Request 500-1862-b approved. One (1) pill of SCP-500 is placed within
SCP-914 with the setting at "Fine". Resulting object classified as SCP-427. Number of pills is
fifty-one (51) at the time of writing.

Addendum 500-10: Five (5) pills have been taken for the Olympia Project although only two
(2) were used. The remaining three (3) will be returned shortly. Upon return, number of pills
will be forty-nine (49).

Addendum 500-11: Two (2) pills have been used for Experiment 217-█████-█████.
Number of pills is forty-seven (47) at the time of writing.

Addendum 500-12: Request to have SCP-500 investigated for mental compulsion leading to
obsessive fixation denied for triviality.

Item #: SCP-682 (Hard-To-Destroy Reptile)

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-682 must be destroyed as soon as possible. At this

time, no means available to SCP teams are capable of destroying SCP-682, only able to cause
massive physical damage. SCP-682 should be contained within a 5 m x 5 m x 5 m chamber
with 25 cm reinforced acid-resistant steel plate lining all inside surfaces. The containment
chamber should be filled with hydrochloric acid until SCP-682 is submerged and
incapacitated. Any attempts of SCP-682 to move, speak, or breach containment should be
reacted to quickly and with full force as called for by the circumstances.
Personnel are forbidden to speak to SCP-682, for fear of provoking a rage-state. All
unauthorized personnel attempting to communicate to SCP-682 will be restrained and
removed by force.

Due to its frequent attempts at containment breach, difficulty of containment and

incapacitation, and high threat of Foundation Exposure, SCP-682 is to be contained in site
[REDACTED]. The Foundation will use the best of its resources to maintain all land within
fifty (50) kilometers clear of human development.

Description: SCP-682 is a large, vaguely reptile-like creature of unknown origin. It appears

to be extremely intelligent, and was observed to engage in complex communication with
SCP-079 during their limited time of exposure. SCP-682 appears to have a hatred of all life,
which has been expressed in several interviews during containment. (See Addendum 682-B).

SCP-682 has always been observed to have extremely high strength, speed, and reflexes,
though exact levels vary with its form. SCP-682's physical body grows and changes very
quickly, growing or decreasing in size as it consumes or sheds material. SCP-682 gains
energy from anything it ingests, organic or inorganic. Digestion seems to be aided by a set of
filtering gills inside of SCP-682's nostrils, which are able to remove usable matter from any
liquid solution, enabling it to constantly regenerate from the acid it is contained in. SCP-682's
regenerative capabilities and resilience are staggering, and SCP-682 has been seen moving
and speaking with its body 87% destroyed or rotted.

In case of containment breach, SCP-682 is to be tracked and re-captured by all available

Mobile Task Forces, and no teams with fewer than seven (7) members are cleared to engage
it. To date (██-██-████), attempted breaches have numbered at seventeen (17), while
successful breaches have numbered at six (6). (See Addendum 682-D).

Addendum 682-B: Portion of recorded transcript of ██████.

<Begin Log, skip to 00h-21m-52s>

Dr. ██████: Now, why did you kill those farmers?

SCP-682: (No verbal communication)

Dr. ██████: If you don't talk now, we will remove you from this attempt and place
you back into-

SCP-682: (Incomprehensible)

Dr. ██████: Pardon? (Motions to move microphone closer)

SCP-682: (Incomprehensible)

Dr. ██████: Speak up. (To Personnel D-085) Move the mic up closer.

SCP-682: …they were (Incomprehensible)…

Dr. ██████: (To Personnel D-085) That microphone has only so much gain, move it
closer to it!

Personnel D-085: His throat's messed up man, look at it! He ain't talking- (Gasps and

SCP-682: (Appearing to assault D-085's body) …they were… disgusting…

Dr. ██████: (Retreats from the room)

<End Log>

Addendum 682-D: Breaches with SCP-682:

1: First Occurrence, ██-██-████: Handled by Agent ███████, Agent ███, Agent

████████ (KIA), Personnel D-129 (KIA), Personnel D-027 (KIA), Personnel D-173
(KIA), Personnel D-200 (KIA), Personnel D-193 (KIA)

2: Second Occurrence, ██-██-████: Handled by Agent ███, Agent

████████████, Dr. ███████, Personnel D-124, Personnel D-137 (KIA), Personnel
D-201 (KIA), Personnel D-202 (KIA), Personnel D-203 (KIA)

3: Third Occurrence, ██-██-████: Handled by Agent ███████, MSgt

█████████, Agent ████████, Agent ██████ (KIA), Personnel D-018 (KIA),
Personnel D-211 (KIA), Personnel D-216

4: Fourth Occurrence, ██-██-████: Handled by Agent ████████, SSgt ██████,

TSgt █████, Pvt ████████, Pvt █████, Lt. ████████████, SSgt
████████ (KIA), Col ████████ (KIA), Pvt ███████ (KIA), Pvt ██████
(KIA), Agent ███ (KIA)

5: Fifth Occurrence, ██-██-████: Handled by Personnel D-221, Agent

██████████ (KIA), Agent ████████ (KIA), Agent ██████ (KIA), Personnel
D-028 (KIA), Personnel D-111 (KIA), Personnel D-281 (KIA), Personnel D-209 (KIA)

6: Sixth Occurrence, ██-██-████: Handled by Agent ██████████, Agent

██████, Personnel D-291 (MIA), Agent ████████ (KIA), Agent
█████████████ (KIA), Personnel D-299 (KIA), Personnel D-277 (KIA), Personnel
D-278 (KIA), Personnel D-279 (KIA)

Addendum 682-E: Termination Options:

Log of event 682-E18: Dr. █████ attempts to use SCP-409 on SCP-682. General ███,
General ██████, and Dr. ██████████ observing.

0400: Exposure. SCP-682 began to tear at the point of contact, causing massive trauma to
the area. SCP-682 requests several times to know what it has been exposed to.

0800: Crystallization begins, spreading much slower than normal.

1200: SCP-682 shows signs of extreme pain, and begins having seizures

1300: Crystallization stops at 62% conversion. Crystallized area explodes, causing

massive physical trauma to SCP-682

1400: SCP-682 recovers from exposure, despite the loss of limbs and organs. SCP-682
begins regeneration, stating that it will attempt to kill and consume all staff involved in Event

SCP-682 appears to now be immune to SCP-409. Use of other SCP items to terminate
SCP-682 must now first be tested on samples of SCP-682 before full-scale testing.

In accordance the Dr. ████████'s recommendations (see Document 27b-6), Dr.

███████ and Dr. █████ have requested permission to attempt the termination of
SCP-682 using SCP-689. The request is currently pending approval from the ████████.

It has also been suggested by Dr. Gears to use SCP-182 in an attempt to communicate with
SCP-682. SCP-182 has expressed reluctance, and refuses to enter the containment center of
SCP-682, if at all possible.

Addendum 682-F: Termination Log:


Test Log T-98816-OC108/682

Cross-SCP Termination Testing for SCP-682

Due to the highly aggressive, adaptive, and intelligent nature of SCP-682, termination testing
has been ordered, with clearance from O5 Command. With major concerns raised about
possible developed immunities (due to the failure of SCP-409) and possible adaptations, all
tests must first be carried out on tissue samples taken from SCP-682. This step may be
bypassed only by O5 Command order.

Item: SCP-053

Tissue Test Record:

N/A, overridden by O5-Command

Termination Test Record:

SCP-682 introduced to SCP-053 containment area. SCP-682 appears to be very confused,
and shows no sign of being affected by SCP-053. SCP-053 appears to be afraid of SCP-682,
and hides behind a chair in her containment area. SCP-682 lowers itself to the ground, resting
its head on the floor. SCP-053 approaches SCP-682, and after several seconds of hesitation,
briefly touches SCP-682 before rapidly returning to her hiding place. SCP-682 does not react
in any way. SCP-053 approaches SCP-682 and pats its head, causing it to exhale through its
forward nostrils. SCP-053 claps and hops in place several times before embracing the head of
SCP-682. For the remainder of the testing period, SCP-682 appears to be in a very docile
state, with only two low-level escape attempts being made. SCP-053 is observed to bring toys
and other items to SCP-682, and makes several drawings on its forward carapace with
Staff entering at the end of the test phase are immediately attacked by SCP-682, resulting in
two deaths and five injuries. SCP-682 contained and moved to separate containment unit.
SCP-053 observed crying for several minutes after SCP-682 is removed.

Notes: The reaction of SCP-682 is notable for several reasons. First, it is one of the few
incidents where SCP-682 has come in contact with biological tissue and not entered a
“rage” state. Second, it has raised questions as to the physical make-up and composition of
SCP-053, in regards to the lack of response of SCP-682. Third, it has provided a possible
solution to long-term containment. However, approval for the mutual containment of two
highly dangerous SCP items in a single containment unit is not likely.

Item: SCP-173

Tissue Test Record:

N/A, overridden by O5-Command

Termination Test Record:

SCP-682 introduced into the containment area of SCP-173. SCP-682 makes several
screeching noises, and quickly presses against the wall farthest from SCP-173, staring at it
the entire time. SCP-682 continues to stare at SCP-173 without pause for six hours. Agents
equipped with large-caliber sniper rifles dispatched, and shoot out the eyes of SCP-682, at the
same time stopping all observation of SCP-173 and SCP-682.

After resuming observation, SCP-682 is shown to be on the floor, with several injuries
around its head, neck and legs. SCP-173 is seen to have tissue from SCP-682 on its “hands”.
SCP-682 rapidly regenerates damage, and moves to a different wall, developing several sets
of eyes on various parts of its body, many covered by thick, clear “caps” of armored
carapace. SCP-682 maintains observation of SCP-173 for an additional twelve hours, despite
additional efforts of Agents and Foundation staff. SCP-682 allowed to exit containment area,
and recaptured in temporary containment.

Notes: After review, it appears SCP-173 was unable to do lethal damage to SCP-682 due to a
major difference in physical size. A possible repeat of this test may be made if SCP-682 is
damaged enough to reduce its physical mass to a level equal with SCP-173.

Item: Dr. Clef

Tissue Test Record:


Termination Test Record:

SCP-682 introduced to testing area. Dr. Clef introduced to testing area. Dr. Clef and SCP-682
stare at each other for approximately three minutes. Dr. Clef slowly backs out of the testing
area as SCP-682 continues to stare. Dr. Clef attempts to open door of testing area. Door of
testing area determined to be locked. Dr. Clef reportedly uses several loud expletives, and
then attaches an unknown device to the door, keeping his eyes on SCP-682 the whole time.
SCP-682 continues to stare. Dr. Clef detonates a small plastic explosive charge on the door,
causing a containment breach. SCP-682 continues to stare. Dr. Clef engages emergency
secondary lockdown doors and declares a partial containment situation. SCP-682 does not
react. Dr. Clef proceeds to experiment observation center.

Two minutes later, SCP-682 somehow kills Dr. ███████, the project head, by broken
neck caused by blunt force trauma against the control panel, despite remaining in the testing

Notes: This is the official story and we're sticking to it. The alternative, that someone tried to
murder Dr. Clef by deliberately putting him in the same room as SCP-682, is completely
inconceivable. O5-7

Item: High-altitude impact

Tissue Test Record:

Denied by O5-██

Termination Test Record:

Testing denied by O5-██

Notes: Seriously? I mean… seriously? Drop it out of an aircraft and let it fall… who in the

Item: One ordinary human child

Tissue Test Record:


Termination Test Record:

Child began to scream and cry when SCP-682 was introduced into the cell. Subject was
immediately and messily devoured by SCP-682.

Notes: Okay, so that didn't work so well. Maybe the fact that the kid was crying made 682
perceive it as hostile intent… Guest Researcher Dr. W

Item: One ordinary human child, drugged to cancel extreme emotional reaction

Tissue Test Record:


Termination Test Record:

Child stood and smiled, giggling at SCP-682 with no sign of fear. SCP-682 devoured the
subject messily.

Notes: Hmmm… maybe we can try that again. I'm sure somewhere out there there's a kid
who'll make friends with it like SCP-053 did… Guest Researcher Dr. W

Item: Guest Researcher Dr. W

Tissue Test Record:

Termination Test Record:
Subject screamed in terror and pounded on the door to the test facility, begging to be let out.
SCP-682 devoured it messily three minutes after being introduced.

Notes: Fucking sadistic asshole. I've got no sympathy for that moron whatsoever. Introducing
children to this fucking monster? What the hell… Assistant Director Clef

Item: █████W ██████████ cutting laser

Tissue Test Record:

Tissue sample was successfully bisected 13 times before adopting a mirrored finish.

Termination Test Record:

After multiple attempts, the main body of SCP-682 was successfully bisected into parts that
were equal in mass at T+7:13 hours. Dead scraps were removed from the room while the two
halves (subsequently designated SCP-682-A and SCP-682-B) regenerated. After the recovery
period, SCP-682-A and -B appeared to survey the area and evaluate each other, presumably
in anticipation of attack. Surface fluctuations indicative of internal modification were noted,
but all external changes occurred and disappeared far too quickly to be adequately described.
High-energy bioluminescent organs on the face, spine, and forelimbs were observed as well
on both specimens, usually forming, pulsing, and disappearing again over the course of a few

At T+35:42 hours, SCP-682-A and -B simultaneously collapsed on the floor and all vital
signs ceased, remaining in this state for the following 48 hours. At T+84 hours, the laser was
used again in an attempt to cut SCP-682-A and -B into more manageable pieces, leading to
minor structural damage to the room as the laser beam reflected off their skin. As both -A and
-B remained immobile despite the increased potential for escape, two D-class personnel were
released into the room. Immediately upon their entry, [DATA EXPUNGED].

Technical failure of the observation equipment and test chamber breach was detected from
outside, activating Safety Protocol T-98816-OC108/682-N147. Containment was
successfully reestablished at the cost of ███ security personnel, ███ D-class personnel,
and ██ researchers, including Doctors [DATA EXPUNGED]. The majority of the testing
area was considered unsalvageable and demolished for later reconstruction. Experiment
supervisor Dr. █████████ was found unconscious and in critical condition outside the
observation chamber (see medical logs for ██████.██/██/████); medical staff
succeeded in sufficiently reviving him to be debriefed by Agent ██████, whereupon he
was harshly reprimanded and [DATA EXPUNGED].

Note: Only one SCP-682 was found in the locked-down area surrounding the wreckage,
apparently at near-full mass rather than the expected 50% (scattered tissues within the
facility account for the missing mass). Dr. █████████'s testimony indicates that
SCP-682-A and -B exhibited a high degree of coordination following the security breach, but
that once SCP-682-B became heavily damaged by security personnel, it was immediately
devoured and reabsorbed by 682-A. Total loss of one of the SCP-682 specimens is considered
highly improbable, and searches have been called to a halt. Agent ██████
Note: Much as our department would love to know whether SCP-682 retained a single
consciousness during its dissection, or whether the two counterparts were actually able to
cooperate until the stalemate was ended by external forces, for practical purposes we do not
under any circumstances advise trying that again. - Dr. Noaqiyeum

Item: 60 MT thermonuclear bomb

Tissue Test Record:


Termination Test Record:

Testing denied by O5-█

Notes: One would think that putting SCP-682 in the epicenter of an explosion that can cause
third-degree burns at a distance of 300 km is a good idea, but as long as there are odds of
survival we simply cannot go through with it. Yes, it's a goddamn nuke, but if 682 survives
and adapts we'd be boned beyond belief. O5-█

Item: SCP-914

Tissue Test Record:


Termination Test Record:

[DATA EXPUNGED] of "Fine" or "Very Fine" is no longer to be used by any personnel
having contact with SCP-682 at any point. In addition, any objects that have come in contact
with SCP-682 at any point are not allowed to be processed by SCP-914. Any attempt to
subvert this directive [DATA EXPUNGED].

Notes: SCP-682 is too large to fit in to the booths, in most forms. In addition, the tissue tests
have shown that SCP-682 has… unpredictable reactions to SCP-914. Finally, SCP-914 is too
valuable a research tool, and too delicate, for this type of test. It was nearly damaged after the
incident (CN: 682-119857), and [DATA EXPUNGED] be repeated. Should the results be
recovered [DATA EXPUNGED].

Notes: Does this really surprise anyone, given what 914 does to normal organics? - Dr. G

Item #: SCP–835 (Expunged Data Released)

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-835 is to be monitored and checked daily for new
growth. In the event SCP-835 becomes hostile, Suppression Tactic A-A6 is to be
immediately implemented until aggressive action ceases. Containment area must be
maintained in open ocean, due to the highly aggressive response of SCP-835 to confinement
for any length of time.

Waste issued by SCP-835 must be immediately collected and contained. Feeding of SCP-835
is to take place twice daily, to consist [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-835 may be moved to a
new location twice yearly, provided that the current location is no longer capable of
supporting SCP-835, and the move has been approved by Site Command.

Staff are to remain at least five meters away from SCP-835. Anyone working near SCP-835
must have safety lines attached to recall winches. Contact with SCP-835 will result in the
immediate recall of all staff, and implementation of Suppression Tactic A-A6. Should contact
result in full capture of a staff member, SCP-835 is to be monitored constantly until the
release of the subject.

Description: SCP-835 appears to be a large mass of coral-like polyps weighing eight tons.
The individual polyps are larger than any known coral species, growing to more than one
meter in diameter in some cases. The central mass is roughly oval shaped, with a very large
(3 meter diameter) polyp at each “end”. SCP-835 is incapable of locomotion, and appears to
anchor itself with the large tentacles projected from the SCP-835 polyps. These are also used
in feeding, and are coated with a sticky adhesive substance. The tentacles are also quite
strong, and have been shown to be capable of damaging plate steel.

The “coral” of SCP-835 is extremely hard, requiring high-powered diamond drills to collect
even small samples. SCP-835 also grows at a very accelerated rate, capable of adding
22.68kg (50lbs) of mass every day. SCP-835 is susceptible to many chemicals, which cause
SCP-835 to “seal up” and halt all growth for 24 hours, prompting the development and use of
Suppression Tactic A-A6. Testing has shown [DATA EXPUNGED]

SCP-835 emits a large mass of semi-liquid material several times a day from the large polyps
on each “end”. This appears to be made of semi-digested solids, fecal material, and semen.
This mass also has several forms of virus, bacteria, and parasites, many of which have been
found only within SCP-835. The bacterium 835-I5 forms the major concern for containment,
due to [DATA EXPUNGED]. This, coupled with the extremely hard “shell” of SCP-835,
form a major obstacle to neutralization. Any force capable of “cracking open” SCP-835
would also cause the “slurry” inside to spread, and cause additional infection from 835-I5.

Addendum 835-01: First Draft of After Action Report by Mobile Task Force
Zeta-Niner: Circumstances of Retrieval

On ██-██-████ at ████:██:██ hours, Mobile Task Force Zeta-Niner (Mole Rats)

conducted an investigation of SCP-835. At this time, SCP-835 had a mass of only four tons,
and only one large polyp at the north end of the structure (designated Polyp Alpha), Polyp
Bravo not yet being in existence.

As per standard procedure, four team members were chosen for the initial investigation.
Standard isolation suits (underwater variant) were worn by all four team members: Lieutenant
C█████████ took point as team leader, while Sergeants L██████ and M█████
served as support. Corporal H████, a rookie team member, accompanied the team as an
observer. A standard Underwater Remote Vehicle, or URV, was used for initial investigation.

SCP-835 did not, at first, act in a hostile manner towards the team, allowing team
members to approach and make contact without incident. URV-01 was sent to investigate the
exterior of the object while team members C, L, and M proceeded towards what they
believed to be the entrance of the site. Corporal H was ordered to remain outside and to
monitor URV-1 in order to ensure that the device's tether did not become tangled on the
exterior protrusions.

The first sign of trouble occurred when Corporal H, while attempting to clear a jam in
URV-1's sampling claw, reported in with the words, "Oh god, help me, help me." He then
reported that "some horrible tentacle thing" had wrapped around his arm and was dragging
him in towards a "fucking mouth," and vocalized several distress calls… Jesus Christ. I can't
do this. Fucking… goddamn it, he was just a kid! It was his first fucking mission, I should
have kept my eye on him!

Christ… all right, here goes, guess I'll just let Sarge edit this for me. Again.

So the thing grabbed the kid. It had me fooled to rights. The entrance wasn't an entrance,
it was just… some cave. The real entrance was the big polyp thing on the north end. It
grabbed the kid and started dragging him towards the mouth. Topside started to drag him up,
but all they got was a snapped cable. And the kid? He got pulled inside and eaten.

God, I still remember him screaming. He was screaming at us, he was crying. "Oh God,
Lieutenant, it's eating me, oh god, I don't wanna die!" I'm shouting at him to calm down,
we're gonna get him out of there, and then topside tells us to abort, and they start the winches.
I'm screaming at them to wait, I had his hand! I HAD him! I got the carabiner on, we're
hooked together, and topside starts winching us up… and we're not getting anywhere. I'm
grabbing on, I'm telling him I'm not gonna let go, and then the winch starts to seize up, and I
feel this jerk on the tether and it goes slack, and then we're both sliding into that damn thing.

It was like… Jesus, I need another drink… fuck. It was like… the only way I can think of
it was like you know that thing that doctors do when they stick a tube up someone's ass and
look at the inside of their intestines? I saw that on TV once, it was like that, except I was
going down the throat of some horrible underwater hell-monster, not up some poor bastard's
rear. There were these… muscular contractions, I guess, and they were slowly sliding us
down the length of the tube. If we weren't wearing the hard suits, we'd have been crushed, but
as it was, we were held so tight we could barely move, even with power-assist. I managed to
get my head up enough to see the kid's face. His faceplate was covered in vomit, poor bastard
had puked in his suit. I started yelling for him, trying to get him to say something. He
managed to tell me he was all right. He was sobbing like a baby.

I started doing some calculations. Based on my dead reckoning tracker and initial sonar
scans, we were moving about a meter every minute. That meant seventy two hours until we
came out the other side, assuming we did. We had the air, our rebreathers could keep going
for days. What we didn't have was the power to keep the suits warm for that long. If the heat
went out, hypothermia would kill us… I dunno, look it up, in any case we'd be dead. We
needed to conserve power.

I told the kid to turn off his helmet lights, lock his joints, and turn down his heater to
minimal. He started crying. He didn't wanna do it. I didn't blame him, but I told him we had
no choice. We finally agreed to shut down everything but our internal helmet lights, at least.
It seemed to calm him down, and honestly, that extra 0.1 percent power wouldn't make a
I think that was the worst part. We spent at least a day like that, locked in our suits.
Couldn't move our arms and legs. No sound but the thing's gurgling and your own breathing
and the sound of your rebreather. The puke on the kid's faceplate started to dry up and flake
off about an hour or so in so I could see his face. He looked tired and scared.

I think… check the logs, Sarge, I think it was about thirteen hours in when the kid started
talking again. Kid started babbling. Apologized for [DATA EXPUNGED]. Anyway, after
that, he calmed down a lot, even managed to crack a couple of jokes, then I told him to take a
nap. He slept a bit, thank god.

About twenty four hours in, we reached… I guess they're calling it the stomach now.
First warning sign was a gurgling kind of noise, louder, with a crunching noise over it. I told
the kid to bring his suit up to full power and get ready. A little while after, we fell out into
this big chamber… big as in, big enough for the two of us to fit in it comfortably, which was
huge compared to the tight squeeze of the tube. Kid's suit started hissing and the outer shell
started to turn all pitted and stuff, and I noticed my gloves were starting to degrade to, so I
yelled at him to move, and we started heading towards this… sphincter, I guess. I
remember… god, why can I remember this, the insides of the stomach were lined with

I almost lost it there, [DATA EXPUNGED] I'd stayed, my suit would have melted and I'd
be dead, but the kid grabbed me and shoved me headfirst through the sphincter and we fell
into… the other place.

It was even worse than the stomach. [DATA EXPUNGED], this place was… well, you
know what it was full of. I'm not squeamish, Bill, you can't be if you're a Mole Rat, but this
place squicked me out so bad I almost passed out. The kid helped me back up to my feet,
though, told me we were almost out. "Come on, Lieutenant, we're almost out of here, let's
go," he said. We moved over to the other sphincter, but the thing was… well, it was puckered
up tighter than my Drill Sergeant's asshole back in basic. So no way we were getting out of

We decided to wait for a bit until the thing shot its load, so to speak: if it made shit and
cum, it would have to spit it out eventually, right? Anyway, that's when things started to go


I managed to wrestle the thing ████ ███ ████ ████ ███ ███ through the
sphincter into the stomach. Its tentacles writhed at me as it started to melt. [DATA

Then 835 blew its load and I flew out its ass into the ocean.

You know the rest of the story, Bill. Except one thing. [DATA EXPUNGED]

As for the rest, Fill it in from the reports and the logs for me, will ya? Oh, and be sure to
edit it so the motherfuckers in command don't yell at me for being unprofessional in me
AARs again. I'm gonna finish off my drink and take a couple Valium and go to bed. [DATA





SCP-835, Uncensored

This document requires Level 4 Clearance and authorization for Need-to-Know under CODE
TRITON VICTOR BLUE. If you do not possess the necessary security clearances, please
close this document immediately and report the security breach to the Records and
Information Security Administration.

Thank you.

— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA


Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-835 is to be monitored and checked daily for new
growth. In the event SCP-835 becomes hostile, Suppression Tactic A-A6 is to be
immediately implemented until aggressive action ceases. Containment area must be
maintained in open ocean, due to the highly aggressive response of SCP-835 to confinement
for any length of time.

Waste issued by SCP-835 must be immediately collected and contained. Feeding of SCP-835
is to take place twice daily, to consist of any form of local aquatic species. Feedings should
be supervised at all times, and no unscheduled feedings of SCP-835 are to take place for any
reason. Should SCP-835 enter a “rage” state, higher level mammals may be issued as a food
supply, up to and including Homo sapiens. SCP-835 has shown high levels of docility when
digesting higher level mammalian life, and recommendation for the issuing of this form of
food has been approved for use during testing phases . SCP-835 may be moved to a new
location twice yearly, provided that the current location is no longer capable of supporting
SCP-835, and the move has been approved by Site Command.

Staff are to remain at least five yards away from SCP-835. Anyone working near SCP-835
must have safety lines attached to recall winches. Contact with SCP-835 will result in the
immediate recall of all staff, and implementation of Suppression Tactic A-A6. Should contact
result in full capture of a staff member, SCP-835 is to be monitored constantly until the
release of the subject.
Description: SCP-835 appears to be a large mass of coral-like polyps weighing eight tons.
The individual polyps are larger then any known coral species, growing to more than one
meter in diameter in some cases. The central mass is roughly oval shaped, with a very large
(3 meter diameter) polyp at each “end”. SCP-835 is incapable of locomotion, and appears to
anchor itself with the large tentacles projected from the SCP-835 polyps. These are also used
in feeding, and are coated with a sticky adhesive substance. The tentacles are also quite
strong, and have been shown to be capable of damaging plate steel.

The “coral” of SCP-835 is extremely hard, requiring high-powered diamond drills to collect
even small samples. SCP-835 also grows at a very accelerated rate, capable of adding 50lbs
of mass every day. SCP-835 is susceptible to many chemicals, which cause SCP-835 to “seal
up” and halt all growth for 24 hours, prompting the development and use of Suppression
Tactic A-A6. Testing has shown that SCP-835 appears to be made from basic human
biological components, with the shell being formed from super-dense calcium, the “caps” that
cover the polyps coated with tooth enamel, and the tentacles appearing to be formed from
mutated tongue cells. Most human biological systems are present, however many
(neurological, lymphatic, circulatory, etc.) show extreme mutation and atrophy. The digestive
and reproductive systems appear both highly developed and linked, with both feces and
semen being collected and ejected from the same “chamber”.

SCP-835 emits a large mass of semi-liquid material several times a day from the large polyps
on each “end”. This appears to be made of semi-digested solids, fecal material, and semen.
This mass also has several forms of virus, bacteria, and parasites, many of which have been
found only within SCP-835. The bacterium 835-I5 forms the major concern for containment,
due to 835-I5 and its role in the reproductive cycle of SCP-835. Vertebrate animals infected
with SCP-835 will undergo the following symptoms:

Increased weight gain (10-20lbs a day on average)

Constant hunger
Urge to consume normally unpleasant/unpalatable items (Raw meat, organs, grass, wood)
Hardening/calcification of the skin
Formation of polyps on the skin
Rapid reduction in intelligence and mobility
Increased aggression
Urge to enter sea water
Atrophy of many major biological systems

End stage infection appears to convert the subject into an additional instance of SCP-835.
Attempts to determine what, if any, intelligence remains have been inconclusive; however
SCP-835 appears to have a limited amount of awareness. 835-I5 has shown a very high
infectivity rate, with 68% of all infected subjects progressing to end stage. There is no form
of treatment or antibiotic that has been shown to halt or reverse the effects of 835-I5 . This,
coupled with the extremely hard “shell” of SCP-835, form a major obstacle to neutralization.
Any force capable of “cracking open” SCP-835 would also cause the “slurry” inside to
spread, and cause additional infection from 835-I5.

835 After Action Report, Uncensored


This document requires Level 4 Clearance and authorization for Need-to-Know under CODE
TRITON VICTOR BLUE. If you do not possess the necessary security clearances, please
close this document immediately and report the security breach to the Records and
Information Security Administration.

Thank you.

— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA

Addendum 835-01: First Draft of After Action Report by Mobile Task Force
Zeta-Niner: Circumstances of Retrieval

On ██-██-████ at ████:██:██ hours, Mobile Task Force Zeta-Niner (Mole Rats)

conducted an investigation of SCP-835 At this time, SCP-835 had a mass of only four tons,
and only one large polyp at the north end of the structure (designated Polyp Alpha), Polyp
Bravo not yet being in existence.

As per standard procedure, four team members were chosen for the initial investigation.
Standard isolation suits (underwater variant) were worn by all four team members: Lieutenant
C█████████ took point as team leader, while Sergeants L██████ and M█████
served as support. Corporal H████, a rookie team member, accompanied the team as an
observer. A standard Underwater Remote Vehicle, or URV, was used for initial investigation.

SCP-835 did not, at first, act in a hostile manner towards the team, allowing team members to
approach and make contact without incident. URV-01 was sent to investigate the exterior of
the object while team members C, L, and M proceeded towards what they believed to be the
entrance of the site. Corporal H was ordered to remain outside and to monitor URV-1 in
order to ensure that the device's tether did not become tangled on the exterior protrusions.

The first sign of trouble occured when Corporal H, while attempting to clear a jam in
URV-1's sampling claw, reported in with the words, "Oh god, help me, help me." He then
reported that "some horrible tentacle thing" had wrapped around his arm and was dragging
him in towards a "fucking mouth," and vocalized several distress calls… Jesus Christ. I can't
do this. Fucking… goddamn it, he was just a kid! It was his first fucking mission, I should
have kept my eye on him!1

Christ… all right, here goes, guess I'll just let Sarge edit this for me. Again.

So the thing grabbed the kid. It had me fooled to rights. The entrance wasn't an entrance, it
was just… some cave. The real entrance was the big polyp thing on the north end. It grabbed
the kid and started dragging him towards the mouth. Topside started to drag him up, but all
they got was a snapped cable. And the kid? He got pulled inside and eaten.

God, I still remember him screaming. He was screaming at us, he was crying. "Oh God,
Lieutenant, it's eating me, oh god, I don't wanna die!" I'm shouting at him to calm down,
we're gonna get him out of there, and then topside tells us to abort, and they start the winches.
I'm screaming at them to wait, I had his hand! I HAD him! I got the carabiner on, we're
hooked together, and topside starts winching us up… and we're not getting anywhere. I'm
grabbing on, I'm telling him I'm not gonna let go, and then the winch starts to seize up, and I
feel this jerk on the tether and it goes slack, and then we're both sliding into that damn thing.2

It was like… Jesus, I need another drink… fuck. It was like… the only way I can think of it
was like you know that thing that doctors do when they stick a tube up someone's ass and
look at the inside of their intestines? I saw that on TV once, it was like that, except I was
going down the throat of some horrible underwater hell-monster, not up some poor bastard's
rear. There were these… muscular contractions, I guess, and they were slowly sliding us
down the length of the tube. If we weren't wearing the hard suits, we'd have been crushed, but
as it was, we were held so tight we could barely move, even with power-assist. I managed to
get my head up enough to see the kid's face. His faceplate was covered in vomit, poor bastard
had puked in his suit.3 I started yelling for him, trying to get him to say something. He
managed to tell me he was all right. He was sobbing like a baby.

I started doing some calculations. Based on my dead reckoning tracker and initial sonar
scans, we were moving about a meter every minute. That meant seventy two hours until we
came out the other side, assuming we did. We had the air, our rebreathers could keep going
for days. What we didn't have was the power to keep the suits warm for that long. If the heat
went out, hypothermia would kill us… I dunno, look it up, in any case we'd be dead. We
needed to conserve power.

I told the kid to turn off his helmet lights, lock his joints, and turn down his heater to
minimal. He started crying. He didn't wanna do it. I didn't blame him, but I told him we had
no choice. We finally agreed to shut down everything but our internal helmet lights, at least.
It seemed to calm him down, and honestly, that extra 0.1 percent power wouldn't make a

I think that was the worst part. We spent at least a day like that, locked in our suits. Couldn't
move our arms and legs. No sound but the thing's gurgling and your own breathing and the
sound of your rebreather. The puke on the kid's faceplate started to dry up and flake off about
an hour or so in so I could see his face. He looked tired and scared.

I think… check the logs, Sarge, I think it was about thirteen hours in when the kid started
talking again.4 Kid started babbling. Apologized for stealing my shorts. Said you guys made
him sneak into my quarters and take it from me as a dare. Why the hell did you guys make
him do that? I mean, I don't mind if you haze the new guys, Bill, but did you always have to
do it in a way that reminded them I'm a chick? It was hard enough trying to get them to listen
to me as it was. Anyway, Bill, it's all there in the log. You know what I told him. They were
lies, of course. Jokes. He laughed too. Joked back. I hope he was joking. I don't know what I
would have done if we'd survived. Maybe I would have gone ahead and did it. I don't know.
It's all fucked up. Anyway, after that, he calmed down a lot, even managed to crack a couple
of jokes, then I told him to take a nap. He slept a bit, thank god.

About twenty four hours in, we reached… I guess they're calling it the stomach now. First
warning sign was a gurgling kind of noise, louder, with a crunching noise over it. I told the
kid to bring his suit up to full power and get ready. A little while after, we fell out into this
big chamber… big as in, big enough for the two of us to fit in it comfortably, which was huge
compared to the tight squeeze of the tube. Kid's suit started hissing and the outer shell started
to turn all pitted and stuff, and I noticed my gloves were starting to degrade too, so I yelled at
him to move, and we started heading towards this… sphincter, I guess. I remember… god,
why can I remember this, the insides of the stomach were lined with teeth and faces. Human
faces, and they were all wailing at us and screaming, they were begging us to kill them.

I almost lost it there, I started opening up with my gun, started shooting them in the heads,
and if I'd stayed, my suit would have melted and I'd be dead, but the kid grabbed me and
shoved me headfirst through the sphincter and we fell into… the other place.

It was even worse than the stomach. That one was lined with faces and filled with acid, this
place was… well, you know what it was full of. I'm not squeamish, Bill, you can't be if you're
a Mole Rat, but this place squicked me out so bad I almost passed out. The kid helped me
back up to my feet, though, told me we were almost out. "Come on, Lieutenant, we're almost
out of here, let's go," he said. We moved over to the other sphincter, but the thing was… well,
it was puckered up tighter than my Drill Sergeant's asshole back in basic. So no way we were
getting out of there.

We decided to wait for a bit until the thing shot its load, so to speak: if it made shit and cum,
it would have to spit it out eventually, right? Anyway, that's when things started to go bad.
The kid started complaining about this awful smell. I tried to stay calm. Told him it was
probably his suit's waste recyclers, told him to let me take a look at it. Yeah. There was a hole
in the back of his leg, probably from the acid. I put a patch on it, and told him not to worry
about it. And that's when I noticed that there were these red things growing all over his face.
He started screaming when the first of them burst and splattered blood all over the inside of
his face plate. He begged me to die. I put my gun up to his face plate and pulled the trigger,
click. I'd burned all my ammo trying to shoot those damn faces.

The tentacles burst out of its face a moment after. It grabbed me… and it started licking me,
Bill. The thing was running its tongues all over my face and body, over the suit. It grabbed
me and pushed me down and tried to hump my suit like a dog, but it couldn't get through. I
managed to wrestle the thing that had once been the kid back through the sphincter into the
stomach. Its tentacles writhed at me as it started to melt.

He smiled - told me he loved me before he died. I screamed.

Then 835 blew its load and I flew out its ass into the ocean.

You know the rest of the story, Bill. Except one thing. When I got back to the ship, there was
a breach in my suit. I haven't told anyone yet, Bill. No one noticed, not even me: a little crack
on the wrist of my left glove, and I guess someone missed a spot on decontamination, and,
well, I figured I was okay, right? It just hit the skin… nothing internal. And I didn't start
getting symptoms right away, but I've read the reports about the latency times, and if I'm
gonna start coming down, now is about the tail end of the incubation period. So I locked
myself in and waited.

I just looked in the mirror and noticed that my face is starting to grow some red blotches.
So… yeah. I guess I'm fucked.

As for the rest, Fill it in from the reports and the logs for me, will ya? Oh, and be sure to edit
it so the motherfuckers in command don't yell at me for being unprofessional in me AARs
again. I'm gonna finish off my drink and take a couple valium and go to bed. Tell the Cleaner
teams not to enter my quarters: abandon the entire ship and scuttle it on top of the original
site. It should be easier to contain two of us than just one. Besides, I think the kid would like
it that way. Now we can be together, just like he wants. Thanks.

1. At this point, Lieutenant C█████████ logged off their personal computer for ten
minutes. Internal sensors indicate that the mini-fridge in the quarters was opened, and a fifth
of Jameson Whiskey removed.
2. Post-Incident Analysis indicates that this was the point where the support vehicle's crane
suffered a critical structural failure.
3. In early missions, 25% of all Zeta Niner casualties were caused by aspiration of vomit
caused by backflow against the suit faceplate. Second-generation isolation suits were
redesigned with catchpockets, piezo-electric faceshield wipers, and self-clearing air intakes to
prevent further incidents.
4. Mission Time: 16:13 from start, 12:17 since capture.

Item #: SCP-882 (A Machine)

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-882 is to be kept in a fluid environment at all times,

consisting of no less than 40% seawater. Object is to be kept suspended by non-metallic
means, currently cotton fiber line that is to be changed daily. Object is also to be checked
daily for any signs of rust flaking. If any part of SCP-882 appears uncoated with rust, it must
immediately be immersed in a 100% seawater solution. Water must be taken directly from
the ocean. Reduce concentration only when the object is again coated in rust.

No metal may be placed in containment area. Only organic materials are allowed in
containment area, and any contact with SCP-882 requires the use of thick cotton gloves. Any
metal making contact with it is to be heat-severed, melted down, and kept immersed in 100%
seawater in a separate area.

Any auditory issues reported by staff must be reported immediately, and affected personnel
must submit to a full psychological examination and, depending on results, either transfer to
another facility or permanent containment at [EXPUNGED].

Description: SCP-882 appears to be a random assembly of gears, cables, pulleys, screws,

and belts, all made of an amalgam of various metals. Object's size at time of recovery was
approximately eighty-seven cubic meters. Current size is approximately twelve cubic meters.
SCP-882 rusts quickly in seawater. No identifiable energy source has been found, but all
components will begin to move if not coated in rust. SCP-882 is completely silent at all
times, no matter what level of activity SCP-882 reaches.

Any metal touching the object will become permanently affixed to it, and over a period of a
few days becomes a new part of the object. Organic matter remains unaffected. SCP-882 is
extremely resilient, with tensile strength and toughness above those of aircraft grade titanium
alloy by weight, even though its composition appears to be a random alloy of iron, tin, gold,
and other metals, some as of yet unidentified. Extreme, focused heat must be applied over
several hours to cut even a small portion free of the main assembly.
Persons remaining in the vicinity of the object for prolonged periods have developed auditory
hallucinations while near the object, mainly the sound of grinding and clicking. The sound
intensifies, and is abated only by throwing metal into the object. Subjects in advanced states
of psychosis have thrown themselves into the object, resulting in almost instant death by
crushing. The body is often drawn in, and impossible to recover.

SCP-882 was recovered from a location at the north-east coast of Banks Island. Area was
barren of all metal and metallic ore in a one mile radius. SCP-882 was found at the geometric
center of the area. SCP-882 had become submerged in seawater at the time of discovery. A
small town was found nearby, abandoned for several years. SCP-882 was removed, and
shortly started to flake off rust, causing the varied parts to begin motion. After several
accidents, SCP-882 was cut down and contained on site.

Note: SCP-882 is not to be brought into the vicinity of SCP-271 or any subject possibly
contaminated by SCP-217.

Addendum: Please review Interview 882-1 for further information.

Interview 882-1

Interviewed: Richard Wright

Interviewer: Dr. Gears

Foreword: Richard Wright is identified as a survivor from the small

community near the initial recovery location of SCP-882.

<Begin Audio Log, [13:04]>

Dr. Gears: Please, take a seat. State your name for the record please.

Mr. Wright: Richard Logan Wright… everyone calls me "Rich" though.

Dr. Gears: Excellent, thank you. Mr. Wright, do you recall the date when you first saw the
object in question?

Mr. Wright: God, when was it… I'm not really sure, it was a while ago… Allen found it
first, wrecked his boat on it. He told a few of the other fellas about it, said they could sell it
for a bundle for scrap. We all thought it was a chunk off a jet or a cargo ship.

Dr. Gears: At what point did the device start operating?

Mr. Wright: The next day. Damn thing shook off rust like a dog with fleas. Started spinning
slow, then sped up. By the time I saw it, it was really running. Jimmy tried to get closer, try
and see what was powering it, or why it was so quiet, but he slipped. Got a bad cut over his
eye and got the hell out of there. Allen seemed kinda off. Kept asking us if we were hearing
anything. Ms. Parker thought part of it was gold, even tried to jam part of it with a pipe to get
at it. That pipe stuck fast, and smacked her a good one when the gear it was on spun around.
After that, people mostly kept away.
Dr. Gears: Were there any other incidents of people being injured or hearing noises?

Mr. Wright: Not at first. That's the thing, it was so damn quiet, everyone kinda forgot about
it for a while. Allen was keeping it in an old storeroom by the dock, and nobody really went
out there much. He started looking bad. Said he couldn't sleep, that he kept hearing that thing
grind away. Father Pat started dropping by, tried to talk to him, told him to get rid of it. He
was gone for a couple days, then suddenly the two of them turn up together, happy as
clams… (subject trails off, shaking slightly)

Dr. Gears: …Mr. Wright?

Mr. Wright: (subject rubs face, and shakes head) I'm fine, sorry. So Father Pat and old Allen
show up, fresh as daisies. Say they've got the thing figured out. I wasn't paying that much
attention, this whole thing had me spooked. Been hearing stuff from the store room…
grinding and squealing, really quiet. Anyway, they said some damn thing about it being from
somewhere else… that God made it. That was it for me, and I left.

Dr. Gears: Did you believe them?

Mr. Wright: What, that it was from God? No, no… I don't know… I didn't really know what
to think. This damn machine kept spinning away, no power to it, and eating metal too! That
pole Ms. Parker hit it with? It turned into a giant screw shaft, looked like it had always been
there. More people started getting interested, started listening to Allen and Father Pat. Told
everyone to bring metal to it. Told them the gears were the voice of God, that it grew louder
as we turned away, and softer as we brought it offerings.

Dr. Gears: Did you bring metal to it as well, or spend any extended period of time near the

Mr. Wright: (subject is silent for several seconds) …The hell does that matter? You could
hear this thing all over town, got to be folks couldn't even sleep! Just clanking, grinding,
screaming at all hours of the night… giving it metal helped. God damn it, I didn't want to, I
know it wasn't God, I never said it was! Everyone else was falling over themselves to make
Allen and Father Pat happy, I just wanted some damn sleep! There's not a god damn thing
wrong with that! (subject bangs table with hands, is highly upset and breathing heavily)

Dr. Gears: Sir, I will request that you calm yourself. I am asking questions, not accusing.
Please return to your seat.

Mr. Wright: (takes several deep breaths) I'm sorry. Over a couple of weeks, everything got
fed to that thing. It was just… how things were. We were pretty isolated, you know? It's not
like we had much else. You'd just make a couple trips out to the storehouse and toss any
metal you happened to find in. Always seemed to be people there, just watching it. It tore a
hole in the roof after a while. Father Pat started getting strange, telling us it wasn't enough. I
think the noise was getting to him. Said it needed something more meaningful… (subject
trails off)

Dr. Gears: …Mr. Wright?

Mr. Wright: (is silent for 48 seconds) I came in one night, because I heard people shouting
from the storehouse. Father Pat was leading a prayer to this thing, but it didn't sound like any
prayer I knew. People were coming up, and he bent over them. They screamed, and then he
turned to that big mass of metal. I… I thought he was giving communion… until I saw the
pliers in his hand.

Dr. Gears: I'm sorry, pliers?

Mr. Wright: He was yanking out people's fillings. He was pulling out their fucking teeth and
feeding them to that thing! (Subject is shouting, appearing highly upset) He started screaming
about it not being enough! That it needed more, but there wasn't any more, there was barely
any metal left anywhere! Then he pointed at Allen. He said he was hiding metal from the
great machine. Allen screamed that he didn't have anything. Father Pat said he had a metal
joint in his hip. Everyone got up at once. Oh god, oh god… they grabbed him, everyone just
grabbed him… he started screaming… (subject is crying and shouting) He kept screaming
and screaming, and nobody cared… I saw his arm go in, saw all his fingers break and pull the
rest of the arm in… and I ran. What could I do? Jesus, I couldn't stop it, there were too many,
and that thing was screaming and screaming and Allen was screaming and Father Pat…
(subject falls to the floor, sobbing and shouting)

Dr. Gears: This interview is concluded. Thank you Mr. Wright. Security, please see Mr.
Wright out.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Mr. Wright attempted suicide shortly after interview. Subject is
currently being held on suicide watch and for observation.

Item #: SCP-914 (The Clockworks)

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: Only personnel who submit a formal request and receive
approval from site command may operate 914. SCP-914 is to be kept in research cell 109-B
with two guard personnel on duty at all times. Any researchers entering 109-B are to be
accompanied by at least one guard for the entirety of testing. A full list of tests to be carried
out must be given to all guard personnel on duty; any deviation from this list will result in
termination of testing, forcible removal of personnel from 109-B, and formal discipline at site
command’s discretion.

WARNING: At this time, no testing of biological matter is allowed. Refer to document

109-B:117. Applying the “Rough” setting to explosive materials is not advised.

Description: SCP-914 is a large clockwork device weighing several tons and covering an
area of eighteen square meters, consisting of screw drives, belts, pulleys, gears, springs and
other clockwork. It is incredibly complex, consisting of over eight million moving parts
comprised mostly of tin and copper, with some wooden and cloth items observed.
Observation and probing have showed no electronic assemblies or any form of power other
than the “Mainspring” under the “Selection Panel”. Two large booths 3mx2.1mx2.1m
(10ftx7ftx7ft) are connected via copper tubes to the main body of SCP-914, labeled “Intake”
and “Output”. Between them is a copper panel with a large knob with a small arrow attached.
The words Rough, Coarse, 1:1, Fine, and Very Fine are positioned at points around the knob.
Below the knob is a large “key” that winds the “mainspring”.

When an object is placed in the Intake Booth, a door slides shut, and a small bell sounds. If
the knob is turned to any position and the key wound up, SCP-914 will “refine” the object in
the booth. No energy is lost in the process, and the object appears to be in stasis until the
Output Booth door is opened. Intense observation and testing have not shown how SCP-914
accomplishes this, and no test object has ever been observed inside SCP-914 during the
“refining” process. The process takes between five and ten minutes, depending on the size of
the object being refined.

Addendum: 5/14: Dr. █████ Test Log

Input: 1kg of steel (setting: Rough)

Output: Pile of steel chunks of various sizes, appearing to be cut by laser.

Input: 1kg of steel (setting: 1:1)

Output: 1kg of steel screws

Input: 1kg of steel (setting: Fine)

Output: 1kg of steel carpet tacks

Input: 1kg of steel (setting: Very Fine)

Output: Several gases that dissipated into the air quickly, and 1 gram of an unknown metal,
resistant to heat of 50,000 degrees, impossible to bend or break with any force, and a
near-perfect (1.6x10-75 ρ) conductor of electricity

Input: 1 wristwatch belonging to Dr. █████ (setting: Coarse)

Output: 1 completely disassembled wristwatch

Input: 1 cellphone belonging to ███████ (setting: 1:1)

Output: 1 cellphone, although different make and model

Input: 1 standard Colt Python revolver (setting: Very Fine)

Output: [DATA EXPUNGED] Aforementioned ████████████ completely

disintegrated all matter in its line of fire. Object contained with high density gamma waves.

Input: 1 white mouse (setting: 1:1)

Output: 1 brown mouse

Input: 1 chimp (setting: Fine)


Input: 1 chimp (setting: Rough)

Output: Badly mutilated corpse, showing signs of crushing and cutting with high heat

Document # 109-B:117: Dr.███ and Dr.███████ Test Log

Input: Subject D-186, male Caucasian, 42 years old, 108kg, 185cm tall. (setting: 1:1)

Output: Male Hispanic, 42 years old, 100kg, 188cm tall. Subject was very confused and
agitated. Subject attacked security personnel. Subject terminated.

Input: Subject D-187, male Caucasian, 28 years old, 63kg, 173cm tall. (setting: Very Fine)

Output: [DATA EXPUNGED]. Subject escaped from test chamber, killing eight guards as
well as Dr.███ and Dr.███████. Lockdown initiated. Subject causes containment failure
of three SCP areas in continued escape attempt. Special response team engages subject,
resulting in severe wounding of subject, partial memory loss in special response team
members and corrosive damage to plumbing. Subject expired several hours later, dissolving
into blue ash and blinding nearby research team.

Biological testing with SCP-914 discontinued.

Note: "Because of the nature of this SCP a wide range of test data would be helpful. Dr.
Gears has ordered that any researcher can have access for non-biological testing if they
themselves are or they are supervised by a Level 3 researcher. All testing is to be recorded in
file #914-E (Experiment Log 914). Biological testing will continue only with prior clearance
by 05 Command. As long as you want to try something mundane that isn't alive feel free to
help accumulate data." - Dr. █████

Experiment Log 914

Note to all Researchers:

Please include your name on all records, along with date and total number of items "refined".

Researchers are responsible for all "Output". Should damage or loss of life occur, the
researcher will be subject to administrative review and possible disciplinary action.

Biological testing has been suspended. Any biological testing must be cleared by O5

Test 11828-U5: Tests on the nature and construction of SCP-914

With approval from 05 Command, A single gear was removed from one of the "outer"
sections of SCP-914. Placement was carefully documented, and was in a location that would
not release tension on any belts, or damage any documented sections. Testing area was
cleared and sealed after placing a steel block in the "intake" booth. D-00104 was dispatched
to SCP-914, and instructed to turn the key and activate SCP-914.
D-00104 reported that "the key won't catch", and it was observed the key turned several times
without tightening the mainspring. No activity of any kind was observed from SCP-914
during this time.

Missing gear was replaced with a identical copy, comprised of the same metal (brass) as the
original. Steel block re-inserted into the "intake" booth, and SCP-914 was activated on the
"1:1" setting. SCP-914 observed to operate normally, with a slight pause of 3.5 seconds after
winding the key. After "refining", Output observed to be a solid steel sphere with the same
volume as the original steel block. Original gear returned to SCP-914.

Notes: Well, thank god we can at least repair the damn thing if we damage it…assuming we
can find what's broken in it. Hell, maybe it's already broken, I don't know…this damn thing
hurts my head…
Dr. ██████████

Name: Dr.Gears
Date: ██/█/20██
Total items: 4x clockwork pocket watch, belonging to Dr.Gears

Input: 1x gold-plated pocket watch

Setting: Fine
Output: Small clockwork bird. When the tail is pressed, it produces a robin's call.

Input: 1x gold-plated pocket watch

Setting: Fine
Output: Toy clockwork train engine.

Input: 1 gold- plated pocket watch

Setting: Fine
Output: Miniature grandfather clock, fully functional.

Input: 1 gold- plated pocket watch

Setting: Fine
Output: Small metal sculpture of a piano.

Notes from Dr. Gears: It appears there is a high level of randomness when SCP-914 "refines"
an item. However, it seems to preserve some element of its original composition, in this
example, clockworks. This is not a law, but a high probability. Refine a metal bar, and you're
more likely to get a simple metal object than a internal combustion engine. Both, however,
are possible.

Name: Dr. Gears

Total number of objects: Three (3) copies of all documentation, photographs, and test logs
accumulated in relation to SCP-914.

Input: One (1) Copy of SCP-914 documentation

Setting: 1:1
Output: Folder containing all previously entered documents, arranged in chronological

Input: One (1) Copy of SCP-914 documentation

Setting: Fine
Output: Hard-bound book containing 400 pages. No diagrams, photos, or other visual aids of
any kind are included. The pages appear to be solid black, but microscopic examination
shows each page to be covered in approximately twenty thousand characters. The text has no
correlation with any known writing style, and is not in a linear format, with "sentences"
constructed from individual characters spread out between many pages. Each sentence
requires a exceedingly complex formula to decode, with each formula unique to each
sentence. (Note: Current decoding work has resulted in two partially translated sentences
after 225 work-hours. Item appears to be a record of the internal structure of SCP-914)

Input: One (1) Copy of SCP-914 documentation

Setting: Very Fine
Output: Single sheet of paper. Weight is exactly the same as the entered documentation. The
sheet appears to be be a single page from the entered SCP-914 documentation, however when
flipped over to the right, the reverse side is the following page in sequence. When flipped
over to the left, the opposite side is the preceding page in sequence. No new documentation is
included, however this item is significantly easier to store, if more time-consuming to

(Memo from General ████████: It's screwing with us, you know that right? I don't
CARE if it's been proven that it has no self-awareness, this thing is LAUGHING at us!)

Note from Dr. Gears: There seems to be some difficulty as to the meaning of "fine" and
"coarse" on the settings; the machine appears to be capable of refining input based either on a
scale of complexity (loss of entropy accompanied by increase in connectivity between
components and/or acquisition of subjective meaning) or of simplification (separation into
composite materials and loss of meaning).

Name: Dr. Ouros

Date: ██/█/20██
Total items: 1x pill of SCP-500

Input: 1x Pill
Setting: Fine
Output: 1x ornate metal locket, now classified as SCP-427

Name: Dr. ██████

Date: ██/█/20██
Total items 8 identical copies of the King James Bible

Input: One King James Bible.

Setting: Rough.
Output: One sheet of leather, one block of wood of approximate dimensions 3/4 that of the
bible, one stack of ink stained rags, one reel of thread.

Input: One King James Bible.

Setting: 1:1
Output: One copy of the Qu'ran.

Input: One King James Bible.

Setting: 1:1
Output: Hand-illustrated copy of the Dead Sea Scrolls on new papyri.

Input: One King James Bible.

Setting: Fine
Output: One book with leaden pages and a golden cover. Language unknown.

Input: One King James Bible.

Setting: 1:1
Output: One book entitled "The Satanic Bible"

Input: One King James Bible.

Setting: Fine.
Output: One DVD containing animated accounts of all the Bible stories.

Input: One King James Bible.

Setting: Fine
Output: One statuette, human in form. Quotes Bible passages at random, unless prompted
either by book, or by a short phrase from the bible, in which case it continues from that point.
Voices are appropriate to persons in Bible, narrator is a neutral voice of ambiguous gender
unless the book is attributed to a particular person, in which case voices is appropriate to that

Input: One King James Bible.

Setting: Very Fine
Output: One book with seemingly infinite pages (current count exceeds two million)
containing copies of religious texts with commentaries and footnotes from all known
religions, in multiple different languages, plus some religious texts from (currently) unknown

Item #: SCP-963 (Immortality)

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-963-1 is to be given into the care of a current D

level operative, as well as personnel classified as Dr. Bright's assistant. This assistant is to be
chosen by O5-█ for loyalty to the Foundation, as well as psychological stability.

[SCP-963 is to be attached to the subject's forehead or the back of the subject's hand using a
suitably strong epoxy.] SCP-963-1 is now hung by a chain from subject's neck. 963-1 is not
allowed to be hidden upon the subject's body. Any attempt to do so will be met with lethal

[If the current D-level subject exceeds a thirty-day life span, they are to be executed and a
new subject chosen to wear 963-1.] By order of O5-█, any body SCP-963-1 is installed upon
is given a stay of execution until it passes on of natural causes, or 963-1 is transferred to a
new host.

[ATTENTION: As of 12/13/████ 963-1 is not allowed in proximity of any Euclid or Keter

class humanoid SCPs. This directive is to be enforced lethally.] Rescinded, O5-6, O5-8, O5-9

[ATTENTION: As of Incident-239-b Clef-Kondraki, SCP-963-1 is not allowed at Site 17

without the express permission of three O5's. Violations are to be met with lethal force.]
Rescinded, O5-6, O5-8, O5-9

Description: SCP-963-1 is an ornate amulet approximately 15 centimeters in circumference

made from white gold, with thirteen (13) ██k brilliant-cut diamonds surrounding a ███k
oval-cut ruby in a starburst pattern. It was discovered in the personal effects of ██████
███ who had been found dead by apparent suicide, surrounded by a number of
supernaturally-related books. Our Agent in the area found that 963-1 was incapable of being
damaged and brought it in according to protocol XLR-8R-██.

Dr. Jack Bright, a Junior Staff researcher of good standing, was assigned the responsibility of
researching SCP-963-1's capabilities, and granted access to [REDACTED]. Later that year,
SCP-076-2 broke containment (see document 076-2-19A), leading to [REDACTED] deaths
and ██ casualties. Doctor Bright was transporting SCP-963-1 by hand past SCP-076-2's
containment unit, and was among the first KIB (killed in breach). Approximately █ days
later, D1-113, tasked to clear the area of rubble, discovered 963-1 among the wreckage and
picked it up. An immediate, noticeable change came over D1-113. Interview follows.

Interview Log x████, Date: ██-█-████

████: Could you please tell me your name?

D1-113: It's Jack Bright, you damn well know it is!

████: I believe you are Tom Higly, working for us as part of your life sentence.

D1-113: Don't be ridiculous! I couldn't possibly be- (SCP-963-1 is removed at this time
from D1-113's possession. A further MRI shows that D1-113 ceases all higher brain
functions. 963-1 > is returned, upon which brain function returns.)

████: Dr. Bright?

D1-113: What?

████: We appear to have a problem.

After much experimentation, it has been discovered that when any living anthropoid comes
into direct skin contact with SCP-963-1, the mind of the subject is wiped, and that of Dr.
Bright is projected from 963-1 onto the subject. It is known that memories native to Dr.
Bright transfer from host to host.

If a subject maintains contact for thirty (30) days, their brain functions become a duplicate of
the late Dr. Bright's. If 963-1 is removed after this time period, the subject retains an
independent copy of the consciousness of Jack Bright. Sanctions were put in place to prevent
multiple instances of Dr. Bright from being created to prevent Dr. Bright from collaborating
with himself, however it was found this was not necessary, as Doctor Bright has proven
thoroughly dedicated to the Foundation and its cause.

Doctor Bright himself has performed extensive experimentation on SCP-963-1, with the
expressed desire for release from it. Interviews with Doctor Bright indicate that ██████
███ killed himself in the process of empowering SCP-963-1, and was therefore never able
to slave his own consciousness to the amulet. Doctor Bright hypothesizes that he accidentally
activated 963-1's power by being killed, instead of killing himself as the original creator had

Entry Regarding SCP-963-2

On ██/██/████, orders were given by O5-9 to attempt to replicate SCP-963-1. All
attempts met with failure until SCP-963-2, at which point [SUBSEQUENT DATA



Olympia Project

Project Codename: Olympia

Project#: PRJOLM-000134

Clearance and File#: NPF-00051473

Head Researcher: Professor K. P. Crow

Project Aims: To successfully create an artificial humanoid through the use of several SCP,
and use it to the benefit of the Foundation.

Raw Materials:

A selection of forty (40) D-Class personnel, five (5) male, thirty five (35) female, all
within the twenty (20) to fifty (50) age bracket. All are relatively healthy, with no major
medical issues, although some do have slight mental issues. All have been personally hand
picked by Prof. Crow.
Five (5) Cray CX1, sixty four (64) core, entry level massively parallel supercomputers.
Five (5) BASLER L304KC 4080 pixel Trilinear line scan camera.
Fifty (50) pounds of SCP-143.
Fifty (50) pounds of SCP-148.
Five (5) pills of SCP-500

Mass Production:

After examining the prototype model (Olympia Zero) for several days, it has been decided to
implement the wide scale production for various purposes.

Nine years ago, the SCP Foundation was a very different place.

Supported by the United States' Bowe Commission, the focus was on research and
development. Cross-testing and weaponization of SCP objects was common. Mobile Task
Force Omega-7 ("Pandora's Box") utilized SCP-076 and SCP-105 to carry out their missions.
Senior Staff members were given extreme freedom and autonomy, ignoring all rules of
propriety and professionalism so long as they got the job done. All of this was endorsed by
O5 Command, the High Court with their magic army.

That era was both very good and very bad for the Foundation, but it ended, and it ended

There were many incidents that catalyzed the end of the Pandora's Box era. Kondraki's
destruction of Site-19. "Incident Zero." The end came when Able slaughtered the rest of

O5 Command realized they were losing control and cracked down. The old projects were
shuttered. Senior Staff were kicked upstairs into administrative roles (and in one famous case,
assassinated). Research and development of anomalous technology ceased as the Foundation
refocused on mere collection and containment.

Nine years passed, and we reach the present day.

The pace of anomalous incidents is accelerating. Thousands of SCPs have been discovered in
only the last few years. New GOIs are forming and being discovered every day. The
Foundation can't keep up. O5 Command is becoming desperate. They wish to once again tilt
the scales in their favor.

They are reopening research into SCPs outside of containment purposes. They are
re-implementing cross-testing and weaponization. Endorsing in-house scientific journals.
Creating an entirely new class of SCPs (Thaumiel) specifically to contain others. Re-opening
old casefiles from the Bowe era, looking for old swords to resharpen for the new battles to

They privately call this "Project Resurrection."

One of those old swords is Project Pandora's Box. Mobile Task Force Omega-7, now known
as Alpha-9 ("Last Hope").

Not everyone is happy about this. They remember the bad old days. They worry this is going
to be the end of the Foundation.

They may be right.

Interestingly, one of Doctor Kondraki's key character traits is that O5 Command continually
tried to kill him and failed. What near-all-powerful "high court with a magic army" in charge
of an ultra-powerful shadow government repeatedly tries and fails to do something as simple
as kill one of their own employees?

A "high court with a magic army" who aren't trying.

O5 Command 'adopted' the most famous senior staff. This meant enabling them. Signing off
on things they wanted to do that would get anyone else shitcanned. Stepping in, behind the
scenes, to invisibly elevate them to the highest echelons. Manipulating them from afar to see
what they would do. So long as they remained useful, they were given free reign to do as they

Each reacted in different ways.

Kain went along quietly. Given his situation: understandable. But most people went
along in those days. Why wouldn't you? Genuine advances in science were being made. The
Foundation was protecting humanity. And there was so much interesting science to be
Gears adapted to the situation by incorporating O5 Command's obvious desires and
paradigm into his analysis, and reacting logically to the situation from there. He was a
company man through and through, but he would interpret 'what was good for the
Foundation' in his own way.
Bright had his own motivations. Though he remained loyal to the Foundation, his real
concerns were mostly based around more personal matters…
Clef would not have turned to the Foundation if he had any other choice. As a kind of
passive resistance, though, he began to 'troll' O5 command by carrying out simple missions in
elaborate, over-the-top ways. Wasting resources and pissing off his colleagues.

But Kondraki, the wunderkind? He embraced it at first without question… and then cottoned

He tried to fight back.


Dr. Gears: Reckless is a relative term. Viewed purely from the vantage point of a
termination test carried out against a nearly-invulnerable humanoid SCP object, Dr.
Kondraki’s test achieved only a low to medium degree of collateral damage.

Interviewer: So you feel that Dr. Kondraki’s actions were acceptable?

Dr. Gears: He achieved his intended goal. However, the loss of manpower, multiple
containment breaches, widespread damage to Site 19, and general lack of planning represent
a gross oversight on the part of Dr. Kondraki.

Interviewer: Demolishing a good chunk of a site is a little more than oversight in


Dr. Gears: …Sir, if I may say, I think we are focusing on the wrong direction. We
assume that Dr. Kondraki is a “loose cannon”, a person who is reckless and puts zero
foresight into anything he does. However, this is a narrow and dangerous assumption.
Interviewer: …What are you talking about?

Dr. Gears: The human brain has a tendency to view highly complex and rapid patterns
as random events. I believe that Dr. Kondraki used the termination of SCP-083 as an excuse,
and the resulting highly destructive “chase” and containment breaches as a distraction.

Interviewer: So you’re saying…he planned it?

Dr. Gears: Not in a traditional sense. To use a mathematical example, he started with the
solution, and worked backwards to create the problem. The multiple containment failures, the
evacuation of items, SCP-083 and its attacks on site staff, all these stretched the resources of
Site 19 to a dangerously thin level. This allowed him to achieve what I hypothesize to be his
true goal.

Interviewer: …which would be?

Dr. Gears: To ride SCP-682.

Gears was spot on in his assessment of Kondraki's plans. Kondraki did indeed intentionally
fuck up 083's termination and breach SCP-682.

Kondraki had figured out that O5 Command was using him like a puppet, pulling his strings
and watching him dance. He didn't think they'd let him die. Call it nihilism. Call it art. He
wanted to see what the limit was to the shit they'd let him pull.

He probably didn't think they'd actually let SCP-682 rampage, but maybe he underestimated
how all-powerful they really were. Or maybe he just didn't care; he was self-described as an
antisocial bastard who couldn't give a shit about other Foundation personnel.

O5 Command didn't actually expect things to go the way they did. They expected to stand
down security protocols, unleash their favorite wunderkind genius on an SCP object they
wanted terminated, and sit back and enjoy a show.

Instead, they got the near-destruction of Site-19, the Foundation's biggest site.

On their orders, Gears assassinated Kondraki with a gunshot to the head. It was framed as a
suicide. Everyone knew differently.

But the problem wasn't just Kondraki. The Site-19 event took place around the same time as
Omega-7 getting wiped out by Able, resulting in the nuking of at least one major Foundation
facility. Around the same time, a certain Foundation researcher wiped himself and several
sites from reality during some ambitious cross-testing projects, in a massive CK-class
Restructuring that lost the Foundation a high number of irreplaceable assets. It was clear that
the Foundation was on the verge of crisis.

So while they rebuilt Site-19, O5 Command sat down and regrouped.

And they changed everything.

O5 Command cut down drastically on their 'adoptions'. They permanently closed down
Omega-7 (not difficult, since almost everyone except SCP-105 and a few others were killed
either by Able or by the Area's nuke). They shut down projects relating to weaponization of
SCPs. They stopped projects like Kain's Olympia Project. They mothballed his Egg Walker.
They shuttered all of Kondraki's former projects and locked up his butterflies in a

They shut down almost all cross-testing between SCP objects. Researchers on each object
now had to work in a vacuum for fear of unexpected interactions. Even more importantly,
they shut down most Foundation research not aimed towards efficiency of containment.

The U.S. Government didn't like this. The Bowe Commission cried foul. O5 command
responded by cutting all ties with the U.S. Government. They had served their purpose, but
now the Foundation would go its own way, beholden to no one.

As for the former favored children of the O5s? They got kicked upstairs. Gears became a
high-level administrator. Kain retired to his laboratory. Clef ended up having to actually do
some training and development. Bright continued to be Bright: he'd always had his own
agenda anyway.

New blood was brought in to replace the old. The SCP Foundation became a very different
organization. Cold. Callous. Calculating. Cautious.

Nine years passed in relative calm.

But then something happens.

Anomalous entities start to emerge in large numbers. Old threats thought long-gone
re-emerge. At Site-19, for the first time in years, a major Containment Breach occurs. And

O5 Command starts to feel a little desperate. They take some researchers and administrators
they've had their eyes on. They begin assigning them projects investigating long-shuttered
avenues of exploration for the Foundation: cross-testing, practical applications, special

They call this, internally, "Project Resurrection."

It helps. It's not enough.

Then an unknown enemy attacks one of their Sites, and a person long-forgotten steps up and
saves their asses: SCP-105. The last remnant of Mobile Task Force Omega-7. The O5s
realize that redoing their biggest mistake might be the only course of action left to them.

MTF Omega-7, "Pandora's Box", was aptly named. In the original myth, opening it let all the
evils into the world, and you couldn't put them back in. There was only one thing left in the
box at the end.

And so, O5 forms a new Mobile Task Force as successor to Omega-7.

MTF Alpha-9.

"Last Hope".

Mobile Task Force Alpha-9 ("Last Hope")

The reborn Omega-7. A Mobile Task Force explicitly intended to train and utilize humanoid
SCP objects in the field.

Dr. Sophia Light

Dr. Light is the reluctant director of Alpha-9. Jaded but pragmatic, she thinks that while the
task force is dangerous as hell, it presents a unique opportunity to further her goals for the
Foundation. If she can just avoid being assassinated long enough to bring it to fruition, it
might even do some good in the world.


Iris hates Omega-7. That whole thing went down when she was 14 to 15. It ended with Able
slaughtering almost everyone and the rest dying in the nuke. Everyone she cared about within
the Foundation, all dead. Then they took away her camera and locked her up in a cell. The
last thing she wants is to be involved in a project like this… and they're asking her to lead one
of the teams.

Adjunct Mobile Task Force Lambda-2

Technically a separate Mobile Task Force for budget reasons. Currently assigned as a
subordinate Task Force under Alpha-9.

Dr. Clef

He's the last remnant of the Four Horsemen. He's been sitting behind a desk for nine years.
He's an old soldier, cloaked in legends from his time in the field, but no longer able to carry
out the missions himself. He knows this is going to end in disaster, and he's taking measures
for when it does.

Senior Special Agent Andrea S. Adams

Everyone thought that she was just Clef's eye-candy former secretary. She was quiet,
unassuming, seemed completely safe… until she wasn't. Her career after leaving Clef's office
was meteoric. Now she's back to working with her hated former boss. She's just as lethal as
he was in his prime, but unlike Clef, she's direct and efficient where he was flashy and
elaborate. Part of SCP-105's security detail (and backup plan in case she goes rogue).

O5 Command

The thirteen people who have ultimate control over the Foundation.
O5 Command Administrative Staff ("The Factotums")

The direct subordinates to the O5 Council — powerful enough to be valuable, but expendable
enough to be useful. Everything about them is classified: their histories, their positions, their
roles, their names, even their genders. Known only by their code names. They work closely
both with the O5 Council and with MTF Alpha-1, "Red Right Hand."


"The Ones in Black"

Their attack on Site-17 started all this. Who they are and what they are after have yet to be


Alison Chao, The Black Queen

She has her own motivations. What they are have yet to be revealed.