the violent castration of every male who had 
reached puberty; scrotal tissues were gathered 
and disseminated amongst the faithful and worn 
around the neck as scapulars; the castrated 
individuals then mimicked the cry of an unidentified 
cicada, believed to be Cicadetta luculenta, before 
many succumbed to bloodloss; SCP-3004-2 
instances were observed carrying off discarded 
testes 

a visibly pregnant woman was chosen from the 
congregation and brought to the altar where she 
laid and proceeded to give birth to over 60 
instances of SCP-3004-2 and a stillborn infant 
wearing a wooden crown; the crown was burnt, 
and the body consumed 


SCP-3004-2 instances resemble the extinct Cicadetta /uculenta, 
albeit with a much more colorful wing pattern than what has been 
described. Despite appearing in every way alive, SCP-3004-2 
instances are primarily of wood and glass. It is unclear, currently, if 
SCP-3004-2 instances are the cause of SCP-3004 events or vice- 
versa. During an SCP-3004 event, SCP-3004-2 instances are 
observed in prominent parts of the ritual. After a ritual, SCP-3004-2 
instances exit the church and disappear after flying at least six 
hundred meters away. This disappearance is hypothesized to be the 
SCP-3004-2 instances returning to SCP-3004-1, either to feed it or 
perhaps be given further orders. 


It is believed that SCP-3004-2 is the mechanism by which 
SCP-3004-1 collects “belief” or “faith” in order to consume. It is 
unclear as to why SCP-3004-1 in its former incarnation did not seem 
to require the SCP-3004-2 instances. As of Project SIGHTSEE-LUX, 
it is now known that SCP-3004-1 created the instances of 
SCP-3004-2 as a “replacement” for the Cicadetta luculenta. 


SCP-3004-1 is the entity that controls SCP-3004-2 instances and is 


believed to be fed by the SCP-3004 rituals. SCP-3004-1 is a Level-6 
Pistiphage Entity that exists in a dimension that exists partially within 
baseline reality but primarily "above" it. From within this dimension, it 
is currently unable to directly manifest itself into the plane of 
existence. However, if given enough “belief” from the SCP-3004-2 
instances, SCP-3004-1 will be able to enter the current baseline 
reality, which would cause an XK-class end of the world scenario 
due to the brutality of SCP-3004 events. 


SCP-3004-1 views itself as the deity worshiped under the umbrella 
of Christianity. Due to this, it is theorized that the beliefs of 
Christianity-based religions, especially Anglicanism and Roman 
Catholicism, melded with the beliefs of the Cétlaidi in such a way 
that their destruction caused SCP-3004-1 to feed on the beliefs of 
the only remaining familiar group. 


If SCP-3004-1 enters the baseline reality, Protocol Damnatio ad 
Bestias will be enacted. This will involve the usage of Thaumiel 
objects and mass amnestics which will serve to erase Christianity 
from the historical record. Cut off from its “food supply,” this is 
theorized to be an act that would fully neutralize SCP-3004-1. 


Addendum: It has been noted that SCP-2852 has ceased its 
appearances after the first recorded SCP-3004 event. Due to the 
similarities of their manifestations, this is hypothesized to be related. 
Currently, all personnel assigned to SCP-2852 have been 
reassigned to SCP-3004. 


For the record, my name is Agent Timothy Luttermann. I'm a 
member of Mobile Task Force Sigma-25. We've always called 
ourselves “Ghostbusters.” To be honest, | don't understand why. If 
anything, we become ghosts. 


Sorry, rambling. I'm just coming down from all the stuff we pump 
ourselves with to be able to get outside. Still seeing trails, you 
know? Still kinda freaked out from all that shit. For official record, 
MTF S-25 is the result of Project SIGHTSEE, which was a project to, 
basically, use astral projection in order to better, uh, contain 
troublesome scips. That kinda deal. You know, things no human or 
drone could ever go, which happens more often in our business than 


Dr. : What’s wrong? 

D-1022: What is this? What’s going on!? 
Dr. |: Please describe your surroundings. 
D-1022: Who are all these people!? 

Dr. |: Please describe what you see. 


D-1022: They're — they’re watching me! They’re ghosts 
or something. Get me out of here! 


Dr. : You are not in any danger. Please describe them 
in further detail. 


D-1022: What do you want? What do you want! 
[Subject rushes forward. ] 
D-1022: You want a piece of this!? Stop fuckin’ moving! 


Dr. : You are notin any danger. Please do not attack 
them. 


Dr. [toDr. — , inaudible to D-1022]: If he provokes 
them, maybe we'll get some new data. 


[D-1022 continues to turn and lunge at unseen 
opponents for 16 seconds of silence. Then:] 


D-1022: Where’d they go? 
Dr. : They’re gone? Describe how they went. 


D-1022: They just... went. Just — one minute they’re 
there and then... what were they? 


[D-1022 begins to shiver visibly. ] 


Dr. :ls something wrong? Is it colder in the room? [To 
Dr. :] Can | get a temperature reading? 


you'd guess. 


Project SIGHTSEE-LUX was utilizing SIGHTSEE technology and 
esoterica to, well, check out the big bug. 


So before | went in, | read the report on 3004. Fucked up stuff. The 
kinda stuff that gets your stomach in a knot just to imagine. You 
don't understand fear until you're a disembodied soul floating around 
and within and above and below a monstrosity beyond your 
reckoning. 


The method was easy enough. | don't know how they did it, but they 
captured a 3004-2. All they did was let it out, and | latched onto it. 
Like, well, a soul bug. Not, you know, bug as in those things, but bug 
as in listening in to things you shouldn't. 


Inside? Where it lives? It's empty. There's only it, and there's the 
bugs. Except they're not the bugs as you see them. They're the 
bugs as it sees them. And they're so many colors, they just kind of 
look like some Jackson Pollock nightmare smearing all over the 
darkness. 


But, it's not darkness. It's nothing. This thing is within nothing. | can't 
describe it, but there's nothing else but it and the bugs. And me, | 
guess. I'd say it was cold, but cold is a feeling. Sure, cold is a lack of 
heat, but this is a lack of anything. 


It's hard to look at it, at 3004-1. It's too big. It's just waking up. | 
realized that when | saw it. You know when you half wake-up and 
lay in bed for a few hours before getting up? | dunno, maybe I'm just 
a depressive. But that's what this thing is. All of this is idle. The 3004 
events are it hitting the snooze button and staring at the ceiling. | 
don't want it to wake. That's all I'm thinking, and then it sees me. 


It's a big bug, and it's an old man. And it's a cicada on the cross, and 
then it's stained glass and wood stretching infinite. It's too many 
things to try to pick out at once. It's like if someone played all the 
slides in a slideshow at once. Overlapping. It hurts so bad to look at 
it. And then it talks, and it all hurts worse. 


A thing you need to realize is that it's impossible to speak to these 


things with words. You don't hold a conversation. They beam 
thoughts, concepts, worlds at you, and you gotta sift through the shit 
to get to something meaningful. I've met some talkative ones, but 
this was something else. This was too much. 


It think it's God. Not a god. But God God. It was so happy to see me. 
But that joy was nothing | wanted to be a part of. It was all blood and 
teeth. It sees what we have. It sees what we believe. | think it thinks 
it's giving us what we want. It, it doesn't understand metaphor. It 
doesn't understand that we don't resurrect. 


It asked me if | missed it. | don't think we ever neutralized it. Shit, 
maybe we did. But when it went to sleep, | think it thought it was a 
hibernation, or like, a birth. Like it laid an egg and made itself. 
Maybe it got to thinking it was even more of a cicada than before. 
And when it came back, it gave us our bugs back. It basically said 
you're welcome. 


It's not exactly protocol, | guess, to talk back to these things, 
especially something like this. But | tried to tell it that we didn't want 
them, that it all hurts us. | don't think it heard it. It didn't want to hear 
it. | feel like it smiled? And that was when its mouth opened. It's hard 
to explain the sight of it. Like a rainbow opening up and out, and 
inside there's colors you haven't ever seen. And you'd shit yourself if 
you were a body. And then | was a communion host, falling through 
its maw. | was the wine, too. It took of me, and it ate. 


| fell through it, and it was endless. Lots of, uh, pain? But not the 
kind you'd be able to understand. A pain of the soul. It was prodding, 
searching me for new things. | don't think it gets too much from 
where it is. Like looking at a TV with bad reception. It was so happy 
to read me. | felt its feelers all over my first girlfriend. | felt its teeth 
digging into my tenth birthday. It lapped up my every memory of 
every mass I've ever went to. And | went to a lot. Theology major, 
you know. Probably why they picked me. 


| don't know why it's alone. Father Clark's report said this creature 
would be one of many. But there wasn't anything else. It was too big 
for there to be anything else. It was all space and all time. 


| think all | did was feed it. | think it got more ammo from me. | don't 


know. All | can say is that we shouldn't send anyone else there. You 
can't argue with something like that. And we know enough. Don't go 
back. We don't want this thing to learn anymore than it has. And it 
has so much history already. 


The thing I'm most scared of? If this isn't God, | think it might 
become. It's confident. And, well, it's all there is. | looked. And it was 
all there was. 


While working on the Ethics Committee, | have always sought to live 
up to the morals instilled in me through the catechisms of Roman 
Catholicism. And it is a very hard thing to be a Roman Catholic, in 
the Foundation and outside. This isn't due to any complicated 
tenets. Nor harshness. But it is trying to believe in something that 
you know has caused undue harm. It gnaws at you. 


Protocol Damnatio ad Bestias, then, will allow for a cleaner slate. 
Judaism will remain untouched. Islam will only lose one of its 
prophets, nothing too damning. But Christianity, and all it has done, 
all it has caused, will be gone. | don't relish this. | wish it could be 
any other way, but the 3004 events are becoming more common. 
The big bug sticks its head through the topsoil, and we will cut it out 
at the root. 


It is impossible to say for certain what will happen. We don't know if 
we will be undone, or if there will simply be a deletion. We don't 
know if something will fill the void or if there will be a world with a 
great gap. Even then, it is better than the world that will come into 
being if we stay. 


The cicada god is coming, and it doesn't know the difference 
between life and death. Metaphor and simile don't translate well 
where it is. Part of me relishes what we're doing to it in a kind of 
petty way. There is a nonzero chance that the thing devoured my 
Lord. Of course, if the Lord God could be devoured, he would not be 
my Lord and God. But still, the humanity in me cries out for the 
blood of that which killed Him. We will starve it. 


The preliminary tests have been concluded. Protocol Damnatio ad 
Bestias will be enacted as soon as possible. 


And to stave off this devourer of God, we will throw one of our own 
to the Lions, to be torn asunder and to tear asunder. To be damned 
and to damn. To act as a perpetual lock on humanity, to stave off all 
belief even close to what the cicada can eat. 


To use less poetic terms, a suitable candidate has been contacted. 
A Roman Catholic reality bender. Ethics would not allow us to put 
someone into this situation without their choice, without their 
understanding of what will happen to them. And he took the mantle. 


They say the Lions are beautiful. Twelve machines, each the peak 
of techno-eschatology. And they really do look hungry and prone, 
black carbon and shining metal with lights that are prismatic no- 
colors that dazzle. And he will go in between them. They will open 
his brain, his mind. All Christianity, all that he knows and doesn't, will 
be obliterated. 


The Lord God sent Jesus Christ, his only son, to suffer and die on 
the cross. And we, the Foundation, will throw one of our own to the 
Lions for all eternity to undo all Christ died for. An eternity of 
suffering to erase a Sacrifice. It isn't a fair price, but nothing is. 


The Holy Father, as you may well know, recently allowed for another 
road to sainthood. This is, of course, dying to save others. This isn't 
martyrdom, which is merely dying for the faith. But this is eternally 
dying for all of humanity, all that there ever will be and has been. 
This will be the last and greatest saint of Christianity, and he will not 
be remembered. 


Before the eternal Lions feed upon him, remember, for as long you 
can, the eternal life of St. Jude the Damned, Bulwark Against 
Darkness. Hopefully, this next world will be better. 


May God forgive me. If this is a sin, | will burn along with the last 
saint. 


- Bridget Callaghan, Child of God 


Footnotes 
1. Also known as the “stained glass cicada.” 
2.n, Greek, “faith-eater” 


SCP-3005: A Light That Died 


Item #: SCP-3005 
Object Class: Uncontained (Unknown) 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3005 is to be located and 
contained as soon as is possible. Site 17 is to assume all 
responsibilities for containment of SCP-3005. Mobile Task Force 
Mu-17 ("Iron Horses") are to monitor the region for signs of 
SCP-3005 presence as a top-priority objective and respond to any 
such evidence immediately. 


[RECOVERED PROCEDURAL INFORMATION] 


SCP-3005 is to be contained in a soundproof enclosure 
at Unit . For testing purposes&2C SCP-3005&27s 
chamber&27s entrance is to be protected with an 
exposure foyer which allows researchers to bring testing 
items in proximity to SCP-3005 via a remote chamber 
without exposure to SCP-3005 emissions. 


Any attempt at dire[DATA CORRUPTED}tact with 
SCP-3005 must be made with Mode Veterascet auditory/ 
visual cognitohazard countermeasures and Mode 
Dubitamus theological threat countermeasures. 


total dissolution of the res;|DATA CORRUPTED] 
[DATA CORRUPTED]Jchors under any circumstances. 


SCP-3005 in its %22pink%22 state is not to be engaged 
by fewer than eleven personnel. If casualties are 
incurred during contact with SCP-3005&2C the bodies 
are to be dissolved. Do not bury&2C burn&2C or remain 
in contact with casualties incurred during contact with 
SCP-3005. 


[END RECOVERED PROCEDURAL INFORMATION] 


Description: Information regarding the appearance, behavior, and 
physical/metaphysical properties of SCP-3005 has been lost. Unit, 
the facility which housed SCP-3005, is believed to have been 
destroyed following a catastrophic containment breach. Original 
containment document and accompanying records were corrupted 
by data loss or other means. SCP-3005 was not present when 
Foundation personnel made contact with the site. 


Following recovery efforts, [REDACTED] segments of the original 
documentation for SCP-3005 are available to the Foundation. Only 
Test Log SCP-3005 is fully intact and cleared for unprotected 
viewing. Partial containment procedures have been provided; 
however, their reliability is unverified. 


[RECOVERED TESTING INFORMATION: EVALUATED BUT 
UNVERIFIED] 


Test Log SCP-3005 
Example Entry: 


Input: [Describe object or entity exposed here] 
Distance: [Describe the type of exposure here] 
Time: [List the duration of exposure here] 

Output: [List the results of exposure here] 
Comments: [Add relevant notes or personal remarks 
here] 


Testing Researcher: Dr. A 


Input: One apple, Red Delicious variety