Access Testing Log: Commander Williams 


Commander Wiliams Test Log: 
E-0345: 13 

E-0456: Unknown, object terminated 
E-1371: Unknown, object terminated 
SCP-278: 13 

E-2300: Unknown, object terminated 
E-0089: Unknown, object terminated 
SCP-082: 15 

SCP-085: 56! 


SCP-085 Logs: Access 
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Currently, primary testing with SCP-085 has been 
performed with Commander Williams 


"You're always the first to defend him! Can't you see when Fritz is 
doing wrong?!" 


Masipag glared across the hall to Kulzn, who wore his usual veneer 
of indiference. 


"What Fritz does with his time is his own business, Masipag, and not 
yours." 


She grimaced at him. "Fritz has been spending all his time with the 
drawing, and not with me or Kraito! How can we be ready for this 
huge, big-deal test if he isn't even giving his subordinates the time of 
day?" 


Kulzn paused. "Have you thought he might have a little faith in you, 
for once?" 


Masipag's glare hardened. "Watch what you say. Kulzn..." 


"Fine ... fine... but think about this: Maybe if you'd gotten off your 
ass for once and took some initiative, you'd be overseeing the test 
tomorrow and not me." 


"Fuck you, Kulzn. Just... god..." She leaned against the wall, 
pinching the bridge of her nose. 


"See you tomorrow, Lieutenant." 


Access Logs: Lee Byron 


Lee Byron is a member of the Foundation, under the 
Telepathic Research division of Site-19. Currently 
assigned as the Research lead for the "Telekill Alloy” 
project. Further information is restricted. 


icanremembernow 
...Loading Amnestic Logs 


"Currently, | believe that Researcher Byron is fully 
capable of performing his duties, in spite of his prior 
history as an Amnestic user. He has shown nothing but 
determined work spirit and is an asset to my team. Lee is 
fully capable of leading this project." 


Commander Williams 


Logout 


Goodbye, Administrator. 


The research labs were usually pretty sparse this time of night. The 
work day had long ago ended, sending doctors, lab assistants and 
technicians scurrying to their dormitories. Occasionally, there was a 
slumbering junior researcher left behind by colleagues, but these 
were few and far between. There was, however. One person in the 
labs on this particular evening. Lumbering through the corridors, 
glancing in doors, Lee made his way to the primary test chamber. 


Everything was ready for tomorrow. The telekill cube was in its 
place, resting in the center of the room. It loomed overhead, a titanic 
iceberg that dominated the testing area. He watched it for just a 


moment, a brief one, then began ascending the scaffold that had 
been erected around it. Around and around, he could feel it 
wrapping around him. 


Your audience awaits, Lee. 


He stood atop the mountaintop, and saw the multitudes that would 
be waiting. They wanted his sound, his way. The notes of the 
crescendo would ring through history, and ready humanity for the 
finale. 


Lee Byron spreads his arms, and the crowd goes wild. 


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When We Reach The Crescendo 


The testing chamber was humming. Not a fluorescent hum, or even 
one from the various electrical implements hidden within its walls. 
No, this was a different humming. It was... hopeful. A hope that 
soon, the pieces would fall into place, and things would be finished. 
It seemed cheerful, almost giddy, and seemed ready. Somewhere, 
the musicians were getting into place. All that remained was to await 
the conductor. 


Incident 148-A: Timeline, from the beginning... at -22- 
: , analysis of the testing chamber security footage 
indicated a low humming sound not indicative of any 
equipment currently located within the room. Further 
investigation into this auditory discrepancy is ongoing. 


... and you've doublechecked everything?" 


Dr. Eberstrom nodded. "Director Cyrus, you have nothing to worry 
about. Not one little thing. My boys have gotten that lil’ sum- the 
testing chamber so well wired, all | have to do is throw a switch." 


Cyrus nodded. "Good, good. I'm pleased to hear it, Doctor. If all 
goes well, this could be a boon to all of our careers." 


"It's that important?" Eberstrom threw a glance to the Director. 


"Perhaps. We'll see what the results say. It could be a big boon to 
the research we do here." 


Eberstrom grinned to himself. Who knew that just directing a bunch 
of faceless wrench-monkeys to wire up a room could lead to him 
sharing a room with the site director? Oh, the places he was going 
to go.... 


"Now, let's be going. Agent HK-016 is waiting for us in the 


observation chamber." 


Lee Byron looked at himself in his mirror. He was presentable, of 
course, almost to an impeccable degree. His lab coat had been 
ironed, then ironed some more, and then, for a change of pace, he 
ironed it again. The same went for his pants, and even his tie. He'd 
almost done it to his socks, before common sense crashed down 
onto his brain. He was ready. Today was the day. 


Raise your baton, conductor 
Lee smiled to himself. This is it. 


... Security footage shows Researcher Byron exiting his 
chambers, and proceeding to the testing chamber at 
Notably, analysis of audio indicates that he is humming 
the same tune which was detected from the empty 
testing chamber. Interviews are being scheduled with 
surviving members of the research team to determine if 
and when Researcher Byron had begun humming this 
tune. 


Masipag sat in her quarters, angrily fuming to herself. Kulzn was an 
idiot. Fritz was obsessed with a piece of paper. And what do they 
get to do? Participate in Byron's big test. Her friend, and his big day, 
and the only witnesses would be the stuck up director and an 
asshole. 


She flipped over on her bed, grumbling to herself as she checked 
the clock. They were probably setting up the test now. She could 
almost imagine Director Cyrus, sitting in his stuck up little seat, 
glancing around so he could pretend he was supervising everything. 
Kulzn probably had that stupid look on his face, and they both were 
watching Lee set up his stuff. 


Bluh. | shouldn't be so angry. Bad for the soul. 


Stretching, Masipag got up, and got on some gear. Might as well kill 
some time quadruple-checking everything in the containment wing. 


Who knows, maybe she'd see Lee coming back from his big day. 


Agent Masipag exits her quarters and heads to the 
containment wing. The reason for this is currently 
unknown, as Masipag was not scheduled to perform 
security work in this area. 


Commander William enters the SCP-085 
containment area. He will remain here until the alarms 
indicating Incident 148 sound. 


Byron inhaled. This was it. The big game. The last hurrah, the 
touchdown, his hail mary moment. Glancing to his sides, he 
sectuple-checked that everything was in order. His papers were in 
hand, the controller under his arm, and his spectacles were freshly 
cleaned. He was ready. With butterflies in his heart, he stepped 
forward, then... stopped. For a moment, his arms hesitated in front 
of the double doors. Was this wrong? 


Lee, they need their conductor. You are the only one. No one else 
can protect them. 


Lee Byron pushed the doors opened, and was greeted with the 
brilliant light. 


Researcher Byron enters the testing chamber. At this 
point, no further major movement of the lost parties 
occurs, with the notable exception of Masipag and 
Commander Williams. Director Cyrus, Agent HK-016, 
and Doctor Eberstrom are not visible for the remainder of 
the footage, due to the lack of video feed inside the 
observation chamber(which, while being a departure 
from normal protocol, was insisted on by the late 
Director). 


Cyrus peered through the glass. "Eberstrom, what is he doing now? 


Eberstrom stood up, and looked through the glass panel. "Uhhh... 


body was not in 
a state of 
advanced 
decomposition, 
an autopsy 
revealed almost 
100% of her 
brain to be 
absent. 
Foundation 
agents 
embedded in the 
Pathology 
Department of 
Hospital 
gained access to 
the scene and 
discovered an 
SCP-632 colony 
residing in the 
ceiling board 
above Li's bed. It 
was theorised 
that Li had been 
rendered 
bedridden and 
repeatedly 
exposed to 
SCP-6382, 
resulting in 
almost all her 
brain tissue 
being converted 
into SCP-632 
instances. The 
instances then 
apparently 
exited her skull 
through her eye 
sockets, as Li 


looks like he's getting the test subject ready. Gotta get him, y'know, 
strapped in and stuff. Sir." 


"Right. Are you set up back there?" 


Eberstrom nodded, and sat down on the carpeted floor, 
absentmindedly wiping his hands on his coat. "Absolutely, sir. We've 
got this thing running like a well oiled machine!" 


"| thought it was a well-oiled machine." 
"You get what | mean, sir." 


Kulzn watched them, then peered back through the window. Byron, 
presently, was going through the motions of strapping E-345 to a 
specially designed chair, and getting the instruments which would 
hold the telekill in place around him. If, and this was if, it all went 
according to plan, the guy would be unable to move a disc across 
the room with his thoughts. 


Byron looked up to the observation chamber, briefly pausing to 
catch his breath. Then, he gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. 


"Throw the switch, Doctor." 


Eberstrom complied with gusto. From the ceiling, four large, thick 
slabs of Telekill Alloy descended into place, their gray-green 
coloration complimenting the metallic sheen of the testchamber 
walls. Slowly, they were lowered into the iron frames, which were 
themselves arranged into a box pattern, completely obscuring E-345 
from view. The arms then retracted into the ceiling, leaving the room 
quiet, and bracing the anticipation in everyone's hearts. 


Then, something unexpected. Bryon strode to the center of the test 
chamber... 


... at : Researcher Byron produces an object, believed 
to be a tuning fork or a conductor's baton. He strikes the 
closest slab of Telekill Alloy, which immediately begins to 
produce a tone similar to the ones found in : and 
Camera footage begins to corrupt from this point onward, 
although audio recording is unaffected. The audio from 


this point has been determined to be cognitohazardous, 
and removed. 


Eberstrom glanced out the window, suddenly taking note of his 
compatriot's rapt attention. 


"What'n the hell is that boy doing?" 


Before either Cyrus or Kulzn could open their mouths, the glass 
panel cracked. Not enough to shatter it to pieces, although that 
happened momentarily. It was enough to let the sound in, and that 
sound was a glory to behold. 


Can you tell us, how the bells are ringing? Can you hear it, the 
songs, the children, they are singing? 


Cyrus tried to blink, only to find his eyelids were no longer present. 
Shocked, he stood, to find that his legs were composed of glass, 
shattered into infinitesimal agony beneath his body. Collapsing, his 
shattered form bore testimony to this corrupted earth for only a few 
moments more, enough time for him to bear the only eyes 
witnessing the deaths of his companions. 


Eberstrom's face tried to twist into a scream as the flesh was 
rendered from it, and his bones melted into his mouth, but words 
failed, and the face continued to stretch, and twist, until he snapped 
off. Kulzn, his hair burrowing down into his scalp, until he could 
become a new form worthy of beholding the rhythm echoing from 
the conductor's waves and twirls. 


Then, his own mind warped to the sheet music of a forgotten 
symphony, and he died. 


At : , believed to be 22 seconds after the deaths of all 
personnel within the testing chamber, the alarms begin 
to sound, indicating that a sitewide lockdown is 
occurring. Agent Masipag immediately begins moving 
towards the testing area. Similarly, Commander Williams 
exits the SCP-085 containment area and heads towards 


the test wing entrance. Both parties meet at 


"... Just for one goddamn second, okay? If they're in there, that 
means they're already dead! What part of that do you not 
understand?" 


Fritz grabbed Masipag's arm, and looked at her with what he hoped 
represented steely determination. 


"The best you can do for him now is to hang back, and wait until the 
breach ends. We don't need another death here!" 


Masipag glared at him. "How do you know they're dead? You don't 
know shit about what's going on in there!" 


"Listen to me, for fuck's sake! If they're in there, that means the test 
went wrong, which means they're at the epicenter of the goddamned 
breach!" 


"Why the fuck are you writing them off so quickly?" 
Fritz opened his mouth. "Look, just-" 


"NO! Fuck you, Fritz! You never fucking cared about him! You never 
cared about any of us! All you ever did was spent time with a fucking 
picture of a woman, too goddamned obsessed to see the world 
beyond your stupid flatland!" 


Masipag tore her arm from Fritz's grasp, and tore down the hallway. 


Moments later, the force from the testing chamber tore her to 
pieces. 


Through it all, Byron kept up his act, tapping the slabs when 
necessary, and breaking down the walls of reality around him. This 
was his Piéce de résistance, his final act of his life. Even if every 
object he had studied had been destroyed, and even if, ifthis failed 
too, he would be remembered. They would speak of this for years. 


Byron's smile stretched, as the joy tumbled from his mind. This was 


his immortality. This was remembrance. 


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A Few More Words From "The Administrator" 


The Administrator looked at a watch. Ten minutes past five, and 
Fritz had failed to make his appearance. It sighed. Why did they 
always have to make it get up after them? They were old enough to 
know better. Ancient skin snapped and crackled as the neck turned 
to see the silver, scratched watch. Another arm showed a different 
time, this one saying it was eleven minutes after five. His patience 
was at an end. 


But, before it could lift itself out of the office, there was a knock at 
the door. A new arm reached out from the left coat pocket and 
opened it, brushing the dust of this new visitor's shoulders as he 
walked in. 


"Hello, uh, Commander. Please, have an, uh, a seat." One of the 
ruined hands gestured to a hard wooden chair in front of The 
Administrator's desk. 


As he walked to the seat, Fritz did his best to look at anything that 
wasn't The Administrator. On the walls, he noted several 
decorations. Among the displays were a framed shovel, several 
astronomical models, and a photograph of a meteor. He closed his 
eyes as his hands gripped the seat, trying for the longest blink of his 
life. Finally, he couldn't stop it any longer. 


Fritz opened his eyes. Seated before him was a decrepit 
monstrosity, with twisted charcoal skin and sunken orange eyes. 
The hair, or what was left of it, was glowing a shimmering white. The 
limbs were twisted and gnarled, sticking stiffly and uselessly from 
the main body. Surrounding it was a steel mesh, which held it inside 
a large overcoat. The coat of many arms. 


Now, I'm positive that, uh, that you know why I've called you in here. 


Fritz tried to open his mouth and explain himself, but the very 
instrument of speech seemed to have abandoned him. From his dry, 


nerve-wracked throat, all he could manage was a low cough. 


... Well, uh, to review, the incident which occurred under your 
watch... resulting in the deaths of several major, uh, important 
researchers, and, uh, catastrophic damages. What... what do you 
have to say for yourself, Fritz? 


Fritz looked down. There was nothing for him to say.