SCP-808’s housing (Area 808-a) is currently set with explosive 
charges. The public cover story is that the property has been 
purchased by the military as a training area, allowing for complete 
destruction of the object if required. Barring maintenance, a thirty 
(30) meter buffer zone is to be maintained around the object at all 
times. 


Once monthly, SCP-808’s tank is to be opened and the main body is 
to be inspected for degradation. If sufficiently degraded, a diluted 
phosphoric acid spray is to be applied, then the object is to be 
power-washed and coated with further rustproofing agents. 


Machinery originally found within the structure has been removed to 
a storage area 250 meters to the southwest. In the event that any 
unconnected machinery in the vicinity of SCP-808 begins to operate, 
all personnel are to evacuate to Evac Point Beta. As a precaution to 
repel invaders, automated motion-sensitive flame-based defensive 
installations around the object will activate in the event of a Site 


Alan fumbled with the small keychain sized flashlight affixed to the 
side of the radio. With a click the bright LED lit up the foyer and the 
short empty hallway ahead. A small end table could be seen with a 
handgun sitting idly on top of the dust layer, as if it was just placed 
there. 


«D-3454, can you proceed?» 

"Y-yeah. | can." 

«Good. Continue through the building and report.» 
Alan walked over to the gun. 


Take the gun. (1.1) 
Leave the gun. (1.2) 


> Open 1.1 


Alan picked up the gun. It was heavy. It was familiar. It 
was loaded. He sighed as he tucked it away and 
continued on. 


Inside it was more of the same. But at least he could 
figure out that it was some kind of living room. After a 
few steps in, an open room began to take shape. 
Couches. Tables. A CRT TV with the VCR built in. 
Nothing looked particularly ancient except the dust layer. 
On the couch cushions, there was clearly an area that 
had been brushed off. As if someone wanted a clean 
place to lie down. 


«D-3454, report?» 

"|- | think someone has been here." 

«You have visual confirmation of the entity?» 
"Entity?" 


«Do you see anyone?» 


"N-no." 
A hand gripped Alan's shoulder. 
"FUCK!" 


As he spun around he fumbled for the gun. It took a full 
second to get it out in front of him, but he managed. With 
a finger on the trigger he pointed it at the figure. 


Shoot. (1.3) 
Don't Shoot. (1.4) 


> Open 1.2 


Alan looked at it. Then shook his head. It was obvious 
that it was placed there, purposely and recently. Alan 
was not a very trusting individual. 


"Don't think so." 


Inside it was more of the same. But at least he could 
figure out that it was some kind of living room. After a 
few steps in, an open room began to take shape. 
Couches. Tables. A CRT TV with the VCR built in. 
Nothing looked particularly ancient except the dust layer. 
On the couch cushions, there was clearly an area that 
had been brushed off. As if someone wanted a clean 
place to lie down. 


«D-3454, report?» 

"|- | think someone has been here." 

«You have visual confirmation of the entity?» 
"Entity?" 

«Do you see anyone?» 


"N-no." 


A hand gripped Alan's shoulder. 
"FUCK!" 


As he spun around he dove behind the large couch in an 
attempt to create some distance. Alan was pretty sure he 
could make it back to the entrance. He just wasn't sure if 
he should. Quickly he nabbed a metal lamp and poised 
to swing at whatever it was. 


"Keep away!" 


Run. (1.5) 
Fight back. (1.6) 
Stand ground. (1.7) 


> Open 1.3 
POP 


The shadowy figure advanced still. "Don't waste your 
time, Alan." Its voice was human for sure. 


Alan let two more shots ring out. "STAY BACK!" With his 
free hand, Alan grasped his small flashlight to see. It was 
a man. Lanky, bearded... in a D-class jumpsuit as well. 
Alan briefly thought about his shots, if it was possible to 
miss all three of them at this range. Suddenly and very 
swiftly, the man nabbed Alan's gun right out of his hand. 


"Alan, just calm the fuck down!" 
"WHO—" 


"Just another like you, Alan. | heard you enter. Didn't 
mean to startle you. Just tell me what you remember 
before entering.” 


"What?!? N-no. Who are you?" 


«D-3454. We heard gunshots. Can you confirm?» 


Alan, still not trusting the figure, gripped his radio to 
respond. 


"There... there's something here and—" 
"No! Don't talk to him. You have to trust me, Alan." 
«Say again, D-3454?» 


Answer radio. (2.1) 
Don't answer radio. (2.2) 


> Open 1.4 
"What are you!" Alan emphasized each syllable. 


The figure stepped closer with its hands open. It was a 
man. Lanky, bearded... in a D-class jumpsuit as well. 


"Alan, calm down." 
"WHO—" 


The man snatched his gun right out of his hand before 
Alan could snap out of his shocked state. "Just another 
like you, Alan. Not here to harm you. | heard you enter. 
Just tell me what you remember before entering." 


"What?!? N-no. Who are you?" 


The man casually approached. "Not entirely sure. But the 
name on my jumpsuit is the same as yours. So's the 
number. Look." 


Alan looked and sure enough, it was. 
Continue (2.2) 
> Open 1.5 


"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Alan vaulted over the couch and 
coffee table to reach the door. The figure sighed in 
disappointment as it watched Alan scramble back to the 


entrance like a child. 
"Here we go again.” It moaned. 


Alan in his panic, opened the door where he just came 
from and lost his balance, tripping through it. 


Click to start over. (©) 
> Open 1.6 
"AAAAAAH!"" 


Alan was not going to give it a chance, he swung at the 
figure hard... real fucking hard. 


WUMP 


There was a wet thud as the metal lamp made contact 
with a softer head. Then a second thud as the limp body 
collapsed onto the floor. Dust started to settle in the 
silence as Alan stood over the body. After a good ten 
seconds, he was sure that whatever it was was not 
getting up again. With his light, he illuminated the body. 


He gasped. 


It was a man. Beard, lanky, and in a similar... no... 
exactly the same orange jumpsuit. 


"Alan. D-3454." He said in a shaky voice as he read the 
words on the clothes. That was his name. That was his 
number. 


«D-3454, we heard screaming. Can you confirm?» 


"l— That was me. What the shit is this? | just killed 
something wearing my clothes." 


«You killed it? You sure?» 


Alan nudged the head with his foot. The blood pouring 


out of the nose was probably enough of an indicator. 
«D-3454?» 

Continue (2.3) 

> Open 1.7 


"What are you!" Alan swung the lamp through the empty 
air, leaving a comet trail of dust in the dark. 


The figure stepped closer with its hands open. It was a 
man. Lanky, bearded... in a D-class jumpsuit as well. 


"Alan, calm down." 
"WHO—" 


"Just another like you, Alan. | heard you enter. Didn't 
mean to startle you at all. Just tell me what you 
remember before entering.” 


"What?!? N-no. Who are you?" 


The man put his hands down. "I don't know. But the 
name on my jumpsuit is the same as yours. So's the 
number. Put the lamp down." 


Alan slowly lowered the lamp, then tossed it at his feet in 
the dust covered carpet and took a step toward him. 


Continue (2.2) 
> Open 2.1 


Alan held the radio up to his face and pressed the button 
to talk. The other man just shook his head. 


"Look, I'm getting fucking freaked out here. There's a guy 
here. Just tell me what the fuck is going on." 


«D-3454, you are very likely hallucinating. | need you to 
focus here.» 


Alan turned his back to regain his bearings. "What are 
you saying? This is all in my head?" 


«Can you still see the man?» 


Alan blinked a few times and looked. It was gone. "Shit! 
Where did he go!?" 


«D-3454, if you want to get through this you need to be 
level-headed.» 


Alan felt nauseous. He never experienced anything like 
this. But as long as the radio batteries held out, he felt 
like he could keep it together. 


"Alright. I'm listening. Just... just tell me what's next." 
«Standby.» 

Continue (2.4) 

> Open 2.2 


The man handed Alan the gun. "Look, you need more 
convincing? Watch this." 


Alan confusingly took the gun and tucked it away. The 
man then unclipped a radio from his own hip. "Give me 
your battery real quick." 


Alan complied silently. They were the same model 
radios, which meant they took the same kind of battery 
pack. The man plugged it in and then pressed the button 
to talk. 


"This is D-3454. Can you still hear me?" 
«Loud and clear, D-3454. | need an update.» 


"See?" The man handed the battery pack back. "We're 
on the same team here. You good?" 


Alan nodded. "Are... are you me?" 


"No. Well. Let's just keep that at no for now. | think the 
real answer is too complicated. But answer my previous 
question, what do you remember before coming here." 


Alan opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. 
He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember anything. 
"lee leant.” 


"Yeah. Thought so." The man reached over the couch to 
grab the TV remote. He popped open the back and took 
the AAA batteries. Then shoved them into a small 
flashlight, not all that dissimilar to Alan's flashlight. He 
clicked it on and smiled that the LED still worked. "This 
place is... funny." 


"Yeah. | get that." Alan ran his fingers through his hair. 
"How long you been here?" 


"| don't think about that. | just Keep moving." The man 
hustled toward the entrance and opened the door, 
swinging it towards him. Lifting up a sleeve, he revealed 
several Casio-ish stop watches along his forearm. All of 
which with different times and varying signs of damage. 
He inspected each digital number methodically. "You 
ready to go? We're close." 


Ready. (2.6) 
Refuse. (2.7) 


> Open 2.3 


Alan held the radio up to his face and pressed the button 
to talk. 


"Look, I'm getting fucking freaked out here. It's dead, 
alright? Just tell me what the fuck is going on." 


«D-3454, you are very likely hallucinating. | need you to 
focus here.» 


Alan turned his back to regain his bearings. "What are 
you saying? This is all in my head?" 


«Can you still see the body?» 


Alan blinked a few times and looked. There was nothing. 
"Shit! Where did he go!?" 


«D-3454, it was never there. If you want to get through 
this you need to be level-headed.» 


Alan felt nauseous. He never experienced anything like 
this. But as long as the radio batteries held out, he felt 
like he could maintain. 


"Alright. I'm listening. Just... just tell me what's next." 
«Standby.» 


"Damn it!" The man stumbled through the door and 
slammed it behind him. He was dead just ten seconds 
ago. "I'll tell ya, you've shot me | don't know how many 
times, but it's the first time | think you've pegged me with 
that lamp. Fuck me that hurt." He didn't have a scratch 
on him. 


Alan shrank back against the wall. "You aren't real. 
You're just in my head. Get out of my head!" 


"That's what the radio said? Figures." 


"What do you want?!" Alan shrilled. Not intentionally, but 
that's the way it came out. 


"| think it'd be easier if we just tried this again." The man 
pointed a gun at Alan, and shot him in the head. 


POP 
Click to start over. (©) 


> Open 2.4 


«You still there?» 


Alan nodded and leaned against the dusty couch in the 
stale living room. "Yes." 


«Listen carefully, you need to reach our extraction point. 
But to do so, you need to understand that this space is 
anomalous.» 


"Really?" Alan said sarcastically. "So how do | get to 
you? Can't | just walk out?" 


«No. Not unless you open the door towards you. This is 
important. If you open the door away from you and step 
through, it resets the loop and you. You'll forget 
everything. » 


"Wait, what loop?" Alan stood up straight to mull over 
those words. He had to spend a few seconds to process 
exactly what that meant. 


«This is a temporal time loop. An unstable one at that. | 
can't tell you anymore information. Do as | say, but you 
will need to enter the door exactly when | say.» 


Alan pinched the bridge of his nose. This was giving him 
a headache and his nerves were not helping. "Fine. You 
want me to wait by the door now?" 


«That's fine. Wait there and standby.» 


"Alan." The man poked out from around the corner. 
"Don't be hasty." 


"Fuck off, man!" Alan stomped towards the door. "You're 
not real and I'm leaving." The man grabbed Alan by the 
collar and grabbed the gun from him, then pressed it 
right under his jaw. "Stop. Think. This is a fucking game 
and you're being played. You can either wait to figure 
that out when it's too late." The man let Alan go and gave 
the gun back. "Or you can follow me out of here." 


lockdown. 


Description: SCP-808 is a mechanical construct standing 
approximately sixteen (16) meters tall, with a base approximately 
five by six meters (30 m2) in area. The object is roughly cylindrical in 
shape, the upper three meters tapering to a point. 


SCP-808 seems to be built primarily of steel and iron, with several 
smaller brass fittings. Randomly-placed lengths of cable and chain 
are attached haphazardly to the lower areas, with the majority of the 
machine constructed of steel beams and gears in simple clockwork 
patterns. Components seem to have been taken from various 
industrial machinery, with no single source. The machinery forming 
SCP-808 runs constantly with a low grind, despite no apparent 
power source. 


The uppermost portion of SCP-808 is constructed in a somewhat 
humanoid form. This portion is covered in gray carpeting and a white 
wedding dress, giving it a soft, somewhat feminine appearance. The 
effigy possesses four limbs, the upper limbs appearing somewhat 
vestigial and the lower limbs apparently taken from a mannequin. 
The face seems to be a speaker system, possibly constructed of 
copper. 


While SCP-808 runs, a high-pitched whine is emitted from the 
humanoid construct. As SCP-808’s structure degrades (through 
rusting) or is tampered with (e.g. attempts to disassemble the object, 
or through application of force), this noise's volume will increase 
dramatically. This noise will automatically tune to frequencies 
capable of causing local metals to resonate. After growing loud 
enough (approx. 70 dB), non-electronic components of machinery 
affected by this resonance will spontaneously activate. This 
anomalous activity will cease once rust has been removed from 
SCP-808. No psychological effects have appeared in those exposed 
to the sound. 


Direct damage to the humanoid construct has caused it to emit an 
approximately 1 dB “scream”, killing 2 and deafening personnel 
On-Site, as well as causing extensive property damage. No further 
attempts to deconstruct or destroy SCP-808 are to be taken except 
in extreme emergencies. 


«D-3454, five seconds. Be ready.» 
"Your choice." 


Alan placed a hand on the door knob. He gripped it tight 
as his mind ran with a thousand different thoughts. 


«Ok, enter... now!» 


Stay. (2.5) 
Enter. (2.8) 


> Open 2.5 
«D-3454? D-3454, did you go through? D—» 
Alan turned the volume down on the radio. 


"Finally. Okay, step out of the way. We'll go when | say." 
The man lifted up a sleeve to reveal several Casio-ish 
stop watches along his forearm. All of which with 
different times and varying signs of damage. "We're 
close. Just get ready." 


"How do you know all this stuff?" The man looked at Alan 
and rolled his eyes. "| know because | have to." 


Alan rubbed his temples. "You're probably annoyed with 
questions by now." 


"lam. Okay here we go. Stay right on my tail. Now!" 
Continue. (2.6) 
> Open 2.6 


Alan and the man enter the door as quick as they can. It 
was the same. Exactly the same as where they just 
were. There was less dust, more footprints, and the 
coffee table was full of bottled water. "Where did you get 
the bottled water?" 


"Fridge. Well. Fridges. Help yourself."