Stage four: 40-45 minutes after being bitten, subjects 
skin color will turn pale and paste-colored, and their core 
temperature will drop between 5 and 8 degrees Celsius. 
Subject will be apologetic to those around him, and may 
cite that he was not feeling well. Subject will attempt to 
excuse himself and retreat to a darker area. 


Stage five: 55-60 minutes after being bitten, subject will 
[DATA EXPUNGED] resulting fluid will be completely 
translucent and harmless. Subject's shadow will have at 
this point completely disintegrated into smaller 
specimens of SCP-538 approximately 4 square 
centimeters in area, and for the lack of a better term 
should be considered its "offspring. 


There is currently no cure for being bitten by SCP-538. Death has 
proven to be ineffective at halting advancement of the condition, but 
rather skips the process directly to stage five. 


Addendum 538-A: As a result of Incident 1538-A, no fewer than two 
security personnel equipped with two (2) 250 watt flashlights are to 
be sent in to accompany doctor examining Class D. 


Incident Report 1538-A: 


Dr. Henderson: Good evening. 


SCP-3V1L-u: Is it really a good evening? Is any evening 
good when your life is as twisted as mine, when you look 
deep into the depths of your mind and find only 
screaming clowns stabbing each other in the hearts over 
and over again forever, and you can only laugh in 
misery? 


Dr. Henderson: Noted. 


SCP-3V1L-J: Of course you'd say "noted." | anticipated 
it! | can read you like a Wal-Mart receipt, Dr. Jackson. 


Dr. Henderson: That's Henderson. 


SCP-3V1L-J: Of course it is. You don't think | knew that 
already? 


Dr. Henderson: No, since you just called me Dr. 
Jackson. 


SCP-3V1L-u: It was all a ruse! You're so naive, thinking 
I'd ever tell the truth to a moralizing freak like yourself. 
Where you see good and bad, | only see madness! 
MADNESS! | can see things you could never dream of, 
like the flesh-eating reptile that's behind you right now! 


Dr. Henderson: There is nothing behind me. 
SCP-3V1L-J: OR IS THERE? 
Dr. Henderson: No, there really is nothing behind me. 


SCP-3V1L-J: So quick to judge. You haven't even 
looked! 


[Dr. Henderson looks behind himself.] 


SCP-3V1L-J: It was all a ruse! Again! You only pretend 
you can control my inhuman brilliance to make 
yourselves feel safer. | could destroy the entire 


Foundation with one spoken word, mortal! 
Dr. Henderson: And what word is that? 
SCP-3V1L-J: "Madness." 


Dr. Henderson: You've already said that word a few 
times by now. 


SCP-3V1L-J: Then you're even more doomed than you 
can imagine! I've been picking you weaklings apart piece 
by piece for all my life, and my sheer genius has doomed 
you all. 


Dr. Henderson: This interrogation is going nowhere. 
SCP-3V1L-J: Aha! | knew you'd say that. 
[Dr. Henderson attempts to leave the interrogation room.] 


SCP-3V1L-J: FOOL! I've laced the doorknob with 
psychomemetic Ubertoxin. You've sealed your fate. 


Dr. Henderson: Then why am | not dead?! 
SCP-3V1L-J: Sounds like someone's in denial. 


Dr. Henderson: Sounds like someone's going to get 
doused in battery acid if they don't learn how to shut their 
goddamned mouth for more than ten seconds. 


SCP-3V1L-J: | knew you'd say that too! God I'm so 
smart. 


[Dr. Henderson attempts to strangle SCP-3V1L-J. Dr. 
Henderson is promptly sedated by security officers, who 
punt SCP-3V1L-J in the groin a few times for good 
measure. ] 


SCP-2412-J: The Laplander 


Item #: SCP-2412 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2412 is to be kept inside a 
cell, furnished with whatever the subject requests, in reasonable 
limits. SCP-2412-1 and SCP-2412-2 are to be kept inside a different, 
locked room, with at least one (1) guard on duty at all times. 
SCP-2412-3a through 3i should be located in a special stable, 
provided with all necessary resources. 


Note: In light of incident 2412-A, which resulted in a worldwide 
[DATA EXPUNGED], SCP-2412 is to be released from his cell at 
each December 24th, and given access to SCP-2412-1 through 3i. 
He then is to be allowed to leave the facility for hours, but not 
before a tracking device is installed on SCP-2412-2. Normally, 
SCP-2412 willfully returns to his place of containment after the 
scheduled time has passed; if this does not occur, follow emergency 
procedure P2412A immediately. 


Description: Apprehended in Laplandin __. Subject appears to be 
an elderly male of vaguely Caucasian heritage. SCP-2412 has 
stated that he is content with staying in the Foundation's custody, as 
long as his "yearly job" is not hampered. 


At time of capture, the following artifacts were in SCP-2412's 
possession: 


* SCP-2412-1 - Appears to be an ordinary leather sack, filled 
with a number of objects, packed in typical decorative gift 
wrapping. Removal of any of those objects is impossible 
without SCP-2412's approval. This approval is given to some 
researchers and refused to others; there does not seem to be 
a pattern to this, although staff with numerous transgressions 
on their disciplinary reports is typically denied acquisition of 


any of the products of SCP-2412-1. The artifact appears to 
refill itself with new "gifts" at a steady rate; the source of them 
is unknown. Objects produced by SCP-2412-1 have so far 
exhibited no extraordinary properties, although all are of very 
good quality. 

¢ SCP-2412-2 - For all intents and purposes, a large wooden 
sled. Displays unusual resistance both to physical trauma and 
to heat. Designed to be pulled by SCP-2412-3a through 3i, 
and while this is ongoing, SCP-2412-2 is considered an 
airborne vehicle of average maneouverability. 

* SCP-2412-3a through 3i - Nine biological specimens. Appear 
to belong to an unknown species of Rangifer. Similar to 
ordinary reindeer, save for the capability of flight. This is 
baffling, as none of the specimens are equipped with wings or 
any other such organ. SCP-2412-3i has been requested by 
SCP-2412 to be situated, when pulling SCP-2412-2 with the 
other specimens, in the lead. Failure to adhere to this 
guideline may result in violent [DATA EXPUNGED]. The nose 
of SCP-2412-3i displays an abnormally red coloration; it is 
likely to be a result of a mutation. 


Addendum: Possible ties between SCP-2412 and SCP-190 are 
being investigated. 


Dr. ‘s Report, 25th Dec _ : As ordered, a satellite tracking 
device has been installed on SCP-2412-2 before release. Results 
are hard to interpret. The tandem of SCP-2412 and all the sub-SCPs 
apparently was capable of clearing very high distances within 
seconds (this is theorized to be a form of teleportation), and even 
co-existing in numerous locations at once. When asked to name the 
party responsible for these anomalies, SCP-2412 replied simply 
"Magic." and refused to elaborate. 


SCP-80s-J: Strangerer Things 


Item #: SCP-80s-J 
Object Class: Uncontained 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-80s-J is currently 
uncontained. Mobile Task Force G-lJO “Parents Just Don’t 
Understand” have been tasked with implementing more effective 
containment procedures, or any at all. 


Description: SCP-80s-J is the group designation for four 
anomalous human children, ages 12-13, currently residing within the 
midwest town of Point Ellis, Nebraska. SCP-80s-J are capable of a 
variety of anomalous abilities, specifically, advanced perception, 
ability to escape (former) trained personnel with years of 
containment experience, ability to commune with anomalous 
creatures, and more. The full range of SCP-80s-u’s abilities are not 
known. 


Each instance of SCP-80s-u is listed below: 


* SCP-80s-J-1: Goes by the name Patrick Cooper. 13 years 
old. Caucasian, 1.4m in height, brown hair, brown eyes. 
Attends Point Ellis Middle School. Commonly seen riding a 
Schwinn bicycle he calls “The Blue Stallion’. Named his pet 
dog “Emperor Pupatine”. 

* SCP-80s-J-2: Goes by the name Emily Norris. 12 years old. 
Caucasian, 1.35m in heigh, blonde hair, blue eyes. Attends 
Point Ellis Middle School. Expresses unrequited adolescent 
affection towards SCP-80s-J-1. Carries a stuffed bear called 
“Mr. Doodle”. 

* SCP-80s-J-3: Goes by the name Martin Miller. 13 years old. 
African-American, 1.6m in height, black hair, brown eyes. 
Attends Point Ellis Middle School. Lives next door to 
SCP-80s-J-1. Likes sports. Makes fun of SCP-80s-J for being 
a nerd, but secretly collects trading cards bearing the images 


of cartoon horses. 

¢ SCP-80s-J-4: Goes by the name Sam Lee. Chinese- 
American. 12 years old. 1.3m in height, black hair, brown 
eyes. Attends Point Ellis Middle School. Rarely speaks. 
Anomalously capable with advanced technology. Seemingly 
capable of appearing and disappearing at will. 


Addendum 80s-J.1: Discovery 


SCP-80s-J was discovered in March of 1982, when Foundation 
personnel arrived at the town of Point Ellis to seek and contain an 
eldritch abomination called “Vog the Mutilator’. SCP-80s-J instances 
were able to evade containment personnel at every turn, eventually 
allowing for Vog the Mutilator to breach containment and escape. 


Addendum 80s-J.2: Audio Logs 


The following are excerpts from audio logs collected by Foundation 
containment personnel during the attempted containment of Vog the 
Mutilator. 


D-9 Eda: We're moving into the library now. 


Command: Copy that. Remember, we’re looking for 
anything that might connect back to Vog. Ancient 
manuscripts, hidden town maps showing underground 
catacombs, convenient hidden passageways, that sort of 
thing. 


D-9 Harris: Copy that. Looks like the library is empty. 
(Pauses) Wait, hey, what are those kids doing over 
there? Hey you kids, what are you doing over there? 


SCP-80s-J-1: Uh... oh, nothing mister. Just doing some, 
uh, un— 


SCP-80s-J-3: Homework! 


SCP-80s-J-1: That’s right! Homework! Have to keep up 
our education, you know! 


D-9 Eda: | like your attitude, kid. Stay in school, don’t do 


drugs. Say, what’s that the short one is hiding behind his 
back? 


SCP-80s-J-4: RH+AtRABSER 1 


D-9 Eda: Welp. Good enough for me. You kids get out of 
here. Go on now, scram. 


SCP-80s-J-2: Golly, thank you miss! 
All SCP-80s-J instances leave the library. 
D-9 Harris: Good kids. 


D-9 Eda: You’re right. Alright, let’s see here... Vob the 
Merciless, Vod the Impressionable, Voe the 
Unconscionable... hey, wait. There’s a book missing 
here, right where Vog the Mutilator should be! 


D-9 Harris: Those damn kids took the book! 


D-9 Harris: Roger command, we (huff) are moving down 
(puff) towards the river (huff) in pursuit of (puff) an 
unidentified entity (huff) we believe is (puff) Vog the 
Mutilator. 


D-9 Eda: There, in the bushes! Come out with your 
hands up! 


SCP-80s-J-2: Oh, uh, hey there officer. What uh, what 
can we do for you? 


D-9 Harris: Hey, its those kids who took that book from 
earlier! The hell are you kids doing down here by the 
river? 


SCP-80s-J-3: You know, kid stuff. Skipping rocks, 
looking for Old Man Smithers’ bones. That sort of thing. 


D-9 Eda: Uh huh. And what's that big, eldritch 
abomination looking shape under that tablecloth you’re 
all struggling to hold down? 


SCP-80s-J-1: Uh... it’s Sam’s brother. 
SCP-80s-J-4: (HHIBORA. 2 


D-9 Harris: | don’t understand a word you're saying, but 
| believe you. You kids keep an eye out now, there’s 
strange things lurking around here. 


SCP-80s-J-3: Stranger things? 
D-9 Harris: What? 

SCP-80s-J-3: Nothing, nevermind. 
All SCP-80s-J instances leave. 


D-9 Eda: | just don’t get it. These huge tentacled 
footprints come right down to the river and then just stop, 
right where those kids were standing. 


D-9 Harris: Hang on, you don’t think those kids had Vog 
the Mutilator under that tablecloth, do you? 


D-9 Eda: ...Damn it! 


D-9 Eda: Alright you kids. We had your principal call you 
down here today because we need to ask you some 
questions above some questionable behaviour we’ve 
seen recently. 


SCP-80s-J-1: Sure ma’am, anything we can do to help. 


D-9 Harris: Good. First qu- hang on. Aren’t there just 
four of you? Who’s your friend here? 


Unidentified Individual: Gor 


‘© 


no, eRe Isiah 


SCP-80s-J-2: This is our friend: SUA. 
Multinational. 


Pog "Pogthe 


D-9 Eda: Huh. You know, Pog looks sort of like an 
eldritch abomination under an oversized trench coat and 


sunglasses wearing a fedora. 
SCP-80s-J-3: Yeah, of course, he’s... Canadian. 


D-9 Harris: Oh, well, shit, Eda. Apologize to the man, 
come on now. 


D-9 Eda: I’m so sorry Mr. the Multinational. | didn’t mean 
to offend your cultural sensibilities. 


Unidentified Individual: Kju thu u, Kluthg Magnolia wooble™ 


D-9 Eda: What a beautiful language, Canadian. 


D-9 Harris: Stow it, Eda. Listen you kids, we don’t know 
how it’s happened, but we keep running into you during 
the course of our... investigation. Now, we’re not saying 
that you're actively hiding an eldritch abomination say, 
for example, as one of your classmates under a shaky 
alias and oversized trench coat, but we also want to 
know that you’d tell us if you were. You would, wouldn't 
you? 


SCP-80s-J-4: R(tZAHARRU, 3 


D-9 Harris: Good. Alright, that’s all we had. Go ahead 
and get back to class. It was a pleasure to meet you, 
Pog. 


Lor 


Unidentified Individual: Get 1 upkes mga 
D-9 Eda: Command, this is D-9 meg 
we're heading back to base. 


Command: Good job, D-9 team. You'll both be due for a 
promotion when you get back. 


D-9 Harris: Hell yeah. Hey, how about we stop at that 
bar over there and get a drink before we leave. 
Something celebratory. 


D-9 Eda: What about Vog? 


D-9 Harris: Ehh, he’ll be fine. He’s all tied up in the back 
of the truck. 


D-9 Eda: Sure, let’s get a drink then. 


Both members of the D-9 team stop at a bar to get a 
drink. They go inside and sit at the bar. 


Bartender: Well hello there fellow adults. What can | get 
for you on this fine day? 


D-9 Harris: You know... | feel like I’ve seen you 
somewhere before. Doesn’t this guy look familiar, Eda? 


D-9 Eda: Yeah... you’ve got a real youthful look about 
you, guy. Like you're two kids stacked on top of one 
another wearing an apron with a fake mustache. 


Bartender: Oh no, nothing like that. I’m just a bartender, 
obviously, just back here making some... bar... drinks. 
So what can | get you? A coke with... lemon? Like, a lot 
of lemon? Or maybe just a glass of lemons that | pour 
a... a Sprite over, or something? 


D-9 Harris: You know what? That sounds lovely and 
refreshing. We'll get two, but- ah, shit. | left my wallet out 
in the truck. Let me go get- 


Bartender: Oh no no, no need for that. This one is on us 
tonight, obviously. As thanks for all your, uh, hard police 
work. 


D-9 Eda: Aw, that’s so nice of him, Harris! You know, 
you really don’t get hospitality like this anywhere but little 
towns anymore. 


D-9 Harris: Absolutely. Sir, I'll have two- hey, wait. 
Where’d he go? And why is his apron and mustache 
laying in the middle of the floor? 


> Expand Report 


// , Site ,Sector , Containment Chamber 
538 


Doctor enters Containment Chamber 538 
for a routine check up of D-7821, equipped 
with standard-issue fully sealed hazardous 
materials suit. 


2 minutes and 23 seconds into examination, 

attack by the Chaos Insurgency cuts power to 

Sectors through . As per protocol, chamber 

completely sealed and locked, trapping Doctor 
inside with SCP-538. 


Power remains cut off for an additional 23 
minutes until back up generators are powered 
up and patched into the power grid. As per 
protocol, power was not routed to SCP-538's 
Containment Cell, but rather to Sector , 
containing [REDACTED] at the time. 


Power subsequently routed through to the next 
highest level priority Containment Cells. As 
SCP-538 was sufficiently contained at the 
time, it was deemed minimum priority.