SCP-1548: Yo, I've been hating on Earth since the beginning of 
time, 

Don't you dare try to match my damn rhymes. 

Signals from space, that's what | send, 

| fill O5 with a sense of dread! 

Crab Galaxy they call me, that's what they say, 

Hell, the only crabs are in yo' Mother's puss-ay! 

To me, you're a gecko, that's all you are, 

Now excuse me while | go and put out your star! 


SCP-682: Okay, bitch, you wanna bring it? 

Your hate ain't nothing, just empty space shit. 

| can't be killed, I'm the bane of the Foundation, 
You're so old, you've been around since creation! 
Full of hot air, you're just empty threats! 

| use force to back up my epithets! 

You're from this dimension, for me that ain't so, 
I'm beyond this universe, give it up mofo! 


SCP-1548: | know 05, homes, lives, numbers, 
I'm in their nightmares while they slumber! 
The truest of true, the most dangerous here, 


It's me, not you, who deserves the fear! 

Voids in my wake, rage in my mind, 

When I'm done with Earth, they'll be nothing left to find! 
Who the fuck you are, trying to outdo me, 

I'm a motherfucking galaxy! 

Worlds | devour, bitch, I've beaten you, 

The true danger's me, not goddamn 682! 


SCP-682: | hear what you say, it don't mean jack shit. 
| change myself to whatever fits. 

Dozens, hundreds, thousands I've killed, 
Hell, my hunger still isn't filled! 

Life is my enemy, all living must die, 

You ever faced me, you know you would cry, 
| change, | adapt, I'm the biggest badass, 
For you, three feet a year is fast! 

I'm 682, killer of men, 

| give wounds no doctor can mend. 

| can tell right now, I've got you fuming, 

Now for those disgusting humans. 


Following the final transmission, SCP-682 killed security personnel 
before being subdued. SCP-1548's transmissions since have 
included several requests for a "rematch". 


Incident -c/A/001 Recovered Materials 


Foreword: This film and several documents were recovered during 
the acquisition of SCP- -01-c. Though the documents did not 
survive prolonged exposure to the tropical climate, the film provides 
excellent insight into the effects of SCP- -01. Irrelevant footage 
has been removed for time considerations but may be viewed by 
request. 


Incident -c/A/001 Recovered Material-1: Transcript of 8mm 
Film, First Segment 


[Camera is angled downward, pointed at a large stone 
slab roughly 1.5 meters lower than the surrounding area. 
The slab appears to be a block of roughly worked 
limestone. The stone is covered with hundreds of insects 
of multiple species, moving as a group in a complex 
pattern. The insects appear to be unaware of external 
stimuli and biological imperatives; predators ignore prey 
species and vice-versa. A male voice, designated 
Subject #1, speaks.] 


Subject #1: | think | finally got this damn camera 
working! Alright, this is- 


Off-camera Voice, designated Subject #2: 
[overlapping] I'll take it from here, James. This is Dr. 
Aaron Meier speaking. It's, ah, seven thirty-one A.M. 
local time at the [REDACTED] University Archeological 
Expedition to [DATA EXPUNGED]. We woke up this 
morning and found this. Phenomenon. On top of our next 
work project. I'm not a biologist, so from here on I'm just 
going to let the camera roll and interject with any 
observations. 


[The insects continue to move in increasingly complex 
and intricate patterns. Filming continues for an additional 


twenty minutes without any input Subject #1 or #2. 
Foundation archivists unanimously report feelings of 
intense revulsion during this period, with four having 
gone so far as to attack their monitors. After roughly 
twenty-five minutes of footage, a shovel is violently 
swung from out of frame into the largest concentration of 
insects. The next four minutes of footage consists 
entirely of a pair of shovels repeatedly swung at the 
insects on the slab until interrupted by another male 
voice, designated Subject #3. Subject #3 positively 
identified as Professor Mitchell Romansky] 


Subject #3: What the hel/ are you doing? Stop that! 
Goddamnit, stop that! 


[Shovel impacts slow and stop.] 
Subject #1: What? 


Subject #3: | leave you two alone for half a fucking hour 
and what do you do? You start hitting a previously 
unknown behavior. A behavior to which we are, as far as 
we know, the only witnesses. With shovels. James, what 
the hell were you thinking? Actually, no. Meier, what the 
fuck were you thinking? You know what? Don't answer 
that. | don't even want to hear it. 


Subject #1: What was his problem? 
[Recording ends.] 


Incident -c/A/001 Recovered Material-2: Transcript of 8mm 
Film, Second Segment 


[Camera is in an environment confirmed to be the interior 
of the so-called "Catacomb". The "Catacomb" appears to 
be a room, roughly five meters by five meters, 
constructed of a dull gray stone, presumably limestone. 
The walls are covered in engraved symbols, consistent 
with those associated with the Killke civilization. The 
center of the room is dominated by an object now 


SCP-881-2166: You know, we could help you with that. 
We have some very clever people down here. 


Interviewer: You are not researchers, 881-2166. You are 
test subjects. | misspeak: You are research material. 


SCP-881-2166: Ah, but | did just get word of something 
you scientists couldn't figure out. The unexplained 
pregnancies. 


Interviewer: (pause) Yes? 


SCP-881-2166: Turns out this surgeon's been training 
inchmen as helpers and he's been sewing the women 
back as a kind of underground resistance. No need for 
catheters, right? When a guy can just crawl up there 
and... 


Interviewer: You will deliver us this man's designation 
immediately. Next week, we're initiating radiotherapic 
sterilization of your entire population. 


SCP-881-2166: What? That's dangerous! You can't do 
that to us! 


Interviewer: Be happy we don't throw the whole lot of you 
into the incinerator. We've been tolerating more than our 
share of inconveniences in respect that you were 
humans once, but this is enough. It is time for you to act 
your size. 


SCP-881-2166: ... Very well, chief. Sir. We'll get ready. 
<End Log> 

Incident 881-K8 

[DATA EXPUNGED] 

Log 881-K8-32 


Dammer> fuck can't bypass site lockdown can anyone 


classified by the Foundation as SCP-_ -01-c. Several 
rectangular stone constructions, roughly two meters long 
and a meter tall, surround the center object. On each 
construction is a mummified cadaver. A significant area 
of the far wall is dominated by what recovered 
documents refer to as a "door". It is heavily decorated 
with symbols similar to those on the other walls, 
however, the symbols are interrupted at regular intervals 
of images of [DATA EXPUNGED], which is now 
understood to be associated with death and calamity in 
the Killke religion. The entire [REDACTED] University 
Archeological Expedition team is present, and appears to 
be in varying states of readiness for a group shot. 
Professor Mitchell Romansky, designated Subject #1, is 
in the center of the group.] 


Subject #1: Are we rolling? We are? Finally! Christ, 
almost ten minutes to set up a camera. Okay, everyone 
get together for the group shot! 


[All members of the UAE team attempt to take their 
places. This process takes several minutes. Subject #1 
steps away from the group, considers their arrangement 
for some time, then returns to his place, nodding.] 


Subject #1: Well, here we are! | am Prof. Mitchell 
Romansky, team lead for the [REDACTED] University 
Archeological Expedition to [DATA EXPUNGED]. This is 
what we're calling the Killke Catacomb, found 
underneath the ruins at [DATA EXPUNGED]. Won't you 
join us for the tour? [Group laughs. Subject #1 begins to 
move about the "Catacomb".] 


Subject #1: This structure is well preserved to a degree 
almost unheard of in the field of archeology. The walls, 
as you can see, have many engravings. We've identified 
several as Killke in origin, and are confident that the rest 
are also Killke, implying that they had a writing system 
similar to the hieroglyphics of ancient Egypt as opposed 
to the pictographic system once believed to have been 
standard. We're all very excited. 


[Subject #1 motions the assembled UAE team away 
from the center of the "Catacomb". The group scatters. ] 


Subject #1: And this is the piéce de résistance. This 
appears to be an altar of some kind, perhaps sacrificial. 
Note the presence of the cadavers. They were placed 
here purposefully, with ritual significance. This is a huge 
insight into Killke funerary rights! As for the altar itself, 
we're not sure what. It's. 


[Subject #1 and the rest of the UAE team slowly stop 
whatever they were doing and turn to stare at SCP- 
-01-c. They remain motionless for the following 
seventeen minutes and thirty four seconds. The film 
quality progressively degrades during this period, 
becoming so distorted at seventeen minutes twenty 
seconds that any identifying features are lost. Distortion 
ceases at the same time the UAE team "wakes up".] 


Subject #1: Made of, or how it was constructed. Um. 
Hey. Joseph? | think we're done. My eyes are really 
starting to hurt. Might be the dust or something. We'll try 
again later. Turn the camera off and someone get me an 
ice pack. 


[Camera is obscured by a human figure (presumably 
Joseph Asta, a doctoral student at [REDACTED] 
University) and switched off.] 


Incident -c/A/001 Recovered Material-3: Transcript of 8mm 
Film, Third Segment 


[Camera is in an environment confirmed to be the interior 
of the lab tent at area designated "Dig" for the duration of 
Incident -01-c/A/001. Seated in front of the camera is 
a male Caucasian, approx. 50 years of age, with brown 
hair and dressed in a off-white button-down shirt and 
khakis covered in dust. He is designated Subject #1. 
Subject #1 later confirmed to be Professor Mitchell 
Romansky, a tenured archeology professor at 
[REDACTED] University. He is rubbing his eyes. An off- 


camera female voice (believed to be [REDACTED], a 
doctoral student at [REDACTED] University) begins 
speaking. Voice designated Subject #2.] 


Subject #2: Professor? We're rolling. Whenever you're 
ready. 


Subject #1: My eyes are fucking killing me. Hm? Oh, 
right, right, just a moment. We'll just edit this out when 
we present our findings to the AIA. 


[Subject #1 stops slouching and hurriedly brushes his 
hair back with his hand, attempts to smooth his shirt, etc. 
After several seconds, he begins speaking in a more 
professional tone. Amusingly, it appears his Standard 
Received English accent in the remainder of the film is 
feigned.] 


Subject #1: We've made. A discovery. This could 
change everything about our understanding of Killke 
society. About our understanding of all ancient peoples 
on the entire continent! Exploratory digging at 
[REDACTED] unearthed a previously unknown structure 
directly underneath the site. It appears to be a tomb. Or 
perhaps a temple. It wasn't very far down, four or five 
meters at maximum, and | don't think it was buried. Well, 
| do think it was buried, but intentionally, by the builders. 
There's a long entrance hallway that slopes upwards, like 
a surface access, that was hidden by a large stone slab, 
and what appears to be an exit tunnel, presumably 
leading further underground or to a secondary room, but 
it's blocked by a large ornate door that we can't shift at 
the moment. 


Subject #2: /Indistinct. Comment appears to be directed 
at another person, also off-camera. Subject #1 appears 
not to notice. ] 


Subject #1: [Subject #1 begins punctuating his soeech 
with increasingly frantic gestures.] \t's definitely not 
Incan, it's too old, and the interior is riddled with what we 


believe is a complete Killke alphabet. Dr. Meier is 
already attempting translation as we speak. And the 
tomb itself! There's a supremely well crafted stone 
polygon, maybe an altar in the center of the structure. 
We're not sure what it represents, or even what it's made 
out of, but |. Believe. What? Why are you staring at me 
like that? 


Subject #2: Um. Professor. You're bleeding. 

Subject #1: What? Where? 

Subject #2: Your. Um. Eyes. | think I'm gonna be sick. 
Subject #1: Don't be ridiculous, girl, I'm not bleeding- 

[Subject #1 touches his face and looks at his fingers. ] 

Subject #1: Oh. Oh my. 


[Subject #1 gets up. Several seconds later, recording 
stops.] 


Incident -c/A/001 Recovered Material-4: Transcript of 8mm 
Film, Final Segment 


[Camera appears to not have moved since the recording 
of the third segment. Seated in front of the camera is a 
distraught looking east Asian male, age approx. 30, 
designated Subject #1. He is believed to be Park Sung- 
Joon, a post-doctoral student at [REDACTED] University. 
Subject #1's clothes, a [REDACTED] University t-shirt 
and blue jeans, are filthy and torn. There appears to be 
significant retraction of the bulbous oculi into the orbit, 
and Subject #1's face is coated in what appears to be 
dried blood. The source of the blood appears to be a 
combination of superficial wounds and Subject #1's tear 
ducts. ] 


Subject #1: Uh. | don't know how to. Christ. How to start. 
We were doing an archeological study of the Killke ruins 
at [DATA EXPUNGED] and we. Found something. 


Buried. Oh fuck my eyes hurt. 
[Subject #1 violently rubs his eyes for nearly a minute.] 


Subject #1: It was a temple or something. | don't even 
know how we found it. Professor Romansky just kept 
pacing around the same area of the site, this empty area. 
Then he made the guides and a few post-docs grab 
shovels and dig until they hit something, maybe five feet 
down. We didn't know what it was, but I'm pretty sure it 
was trying to keep whatever's happening to us. In. We 
cracked the thing open anyway. We shouldn't have. We 
should've seen the fucking bugs freaking out and left it 
alone, but we're scientists. We have. Had. An obligation. 
To fuck things up. 


[Subject #1 pauses for some time, apparently lost in 
thought. He intermittently rubs his eyes.] 


Subject #1: | wasn't even supposed to go on this fucking 
trip. Carl got sick. And they needed another post-doc. My 
focus is fucking Hellenic architecture. 


[Subject #1 alternates between manic laughter and 
sobbing for several minutes before composing himsel. 
Archivists note that no tears are produced during the 
sobbing portions.] 


Subject #1: God. Whoever finds this. /f anyone finds 
this. Don't go down that fucking hole. It's. It's probably 
killing us. And. Just. If you find this, just cover the temple 
back up. Or bomb it. Just, don't. Don't go in. And. Tell my 
moth- 


[Subject #1 convulses violently for nearly two minutes, 
falling off his chair and out of frame in the process. After 
three minutes and thirty seconds, he stands up. His eyes 
have completely retracted into his skull, leaving only 
empty sockets, and Is at this point, considered a 
specimen of SCP- -02. Frame by frame analysis of this 
section of the film is disallowed following the unexplained 


illnesses of three Foundation archivists. Subject #1 stiffly 
walks past the camera. Recording continues for three 
more hours before the camera runs out of film.] 


Incident Mike Echo Seven Alpha