"The Ambassador of Alagadda will soon return 
from Adytum and only the mad shall remain. | 
suggest you leave posthaste, for | intend the 
same." 


| thanked them for their warning and declared 
that we would not linger for long. | asked them 
about Adytum. They replied: 


"A terrible city, filled with equally terrible 
people. It is said that the Grand Karcist of 
Adytum serves the designs of an elder being, 
a horror thought to rival even the Hanged King 
of Alagadda. Craw! (SCP-2264-2 made a 
sound not unlike a crow) | should not speak of 
them. Not here." 


| asked about who they were (SCP-2264-2), 
wanting to know more about them. They 
replied: 


"lam the Wandsman of Kul-Manas. A scholar, 
as you undoubtedly know. | am a walker of the 
astral plane, a sailor of the celestial sea, and a 
spelunker of the planar deep." 


SCP-2264-2 noted something about our 
"aura"; declaring it rare across the multiverse 
but admitted to having encountered similar 
during previous visits to SCP-2264-B. They 
said something along the lines of: 


"The Deathless Merchant of London; driven by 
greed and black ambition. There was another; 
a stranger in a strange land. It appeared as 
though they did not know where they were, 
smelling of fear. | cannot imagine how one 
might accidentally stumble upon Alagadda, | 
did not believe such a thing was possible. 
They vanished soon after yet | never 
witnessed them leave. Simply gone in a blink." 


They would continue to reference the 
"Karcists" and "Clavigers" of Adytum, stating 
that they "reeked of decay and embryonic 
fluid". That was the extent of people 
encountered with a similar "aura" to our own; | 
suspect SCP-2264-2 is able to sense a 
person's "dimensional neighborhood". 
SCP-2264-2 turned their head completely 
around (somewhat like an owl) and cawed, 
declaring: 


"| sense the Ambassador of Alagadda has 
returned. | take my leave of this place and | 
suggest you do the same. Flee; do not delay. 
Perhaps | will pay your realm a visit in the 
future." 


SCP-2264-2 exited the nearest door. The door 
refused to budge but | suspect it connected 
SCP-2264-2 to their native dimension. We 
exited the library, walking quickly (not wishing 
to bring too much attention upon ourselves by 
running). We found an unlocked door and 
returned home. We never saw the 
ambassador or their king, but | feel it best that 


SCP-260: The Tracking Stone 


Item #: SCP-260 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-260's current location and 
target are to be tracked by Foundation personnel. The current target 
is to be relocated between and  ' (due to the nature of the 
intervening terrain), wnenever SCP-260 approaches its vicinity. 


Description: SCP-260 appears to be a small clastic rock whose 
exact composition is unknown. It possesses phenocryst-like 
formations that identify it as a form of igneous breccia. On one of the 
larger and smoother portions of the surface is inscribed the name of 
a human, transliterated into Cyrillic, which changes over time at well- 
defined intervals. SCP-260 maintains continuous motion along a 
geodesic across all objects that stand between it and the individual 
currently named on the stone (hereafter the "target"). Its speed ina 
vacuum across a frictionless surface has been estimated at 
approximately 1.22 centimeters per second, but it usually moves 
much slower than this due to atmospheric and surface friction. (An 
accurate estimate is impossible, as SCP-260 is known to "stick" to 
the surface of whatever object it is currently located on, preventing 
its deposition in pure vacuum.) 


SCP-260 does not experience noticeable effects from erosion by the 
objects that it moves across. Tests have demonstrated that the 
stone possesses extremely high compressive and elastic strength, 
surpassing pressures exerted upon it by gunfire and tension 
presses. Due to the stone's continuous motion, serious 
experimentation for thermal or chemical sensitivity has not been 
conducted; however, it is doubtful that such experimentation would 
be successful, as the stone's composition suggests that it has 
already experienced high-temperature conditions. 


Upon surface contact with the target, all attempts to remove or 


we not seek them out. 


Although not directly encountered, the Ambassador of 
Alagadda and the King of Alagadda have been 
respectively classified as SCP-2264-4 and SCP-2264-5. 


+ INFORMATION RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 4 PERSONNEL OR ABC 


The O5 Council voted 10 to 3 in support of sending 
Mobile Task Force Psi-9 ("Abyss Gazers") into 
SCP-2264-B. The goal of the operation was to locate 
SCP-2264-4 and SCP-2264-5 and calculate the level of 
threat they represented to humanity, Earth, and local 
dimensional space. Twelve agents, trained in hand-to- 
hand combat and Counter Occult Stratagems (COS), 
entered SCP-2264-A on //  at0800. 


One agent returned alive; the rest are presumed dead or 
otherwise irretrievable. 


Interviewed: Agent Alexander Papadopoulos 
Interviewer: Dr. Laxmi Narang 


Foreword: Agent Papadopoulos was found to 
be in critical condition upon their exit of 
SCP-2264, losing consciousness soon after. A 
physical examination revealed fractured bones 
throughout the entirety of their body and 
extensive internal bleeding. After three weeks 
of hospitalization, Agent Papadopoulos was 
deemed healthy enough for interview. 


<Begin Log> 


Dr. Laxmi Narang: | know it might be difficult 
but please tell me what you are able to 
remember. 


Agent Alexander Papadopoulos: The city 
was remarkable. Command prepped us for it 
as best they could but words fail to do it 


justice. We all had the appearance of 
harlequins or something out of a 17th century 
masquerade. Wasn't exactly the same but 
close enough. Couldn't take the masks off, 
hard as we tried. We had a mission to 
complete but the details were quite vague. 


Dr. Laxmi Narang: Vague? 


Agent Alexander Papadopoulos: Find 
SCP-2264-4 and -5; get an estimate on their 
threat level. We knew they were important to 
SCP-2264 but we had no idea what they 
looked like or how to locate them. 


Dr. Laxmi Narang: Go on. 


Agent Alexander Papadopoulos: Right. 
Well. We found the palace. Don't know how 
long it took. Time was kind of impossible to tell 
in that place. The city is full of people, 
especially that palace, but it didn't feel like 
being in a busy city in our world. There was 
something different about it but | don't know 
how else to describe it. Not important | guess. 


Things blurred a lot. Everything seemed to 
follow a sort of dream logic. 


Dr. Laxmi Narang: Dream logic? 


Agent Alexander Papadopoulos: Yeah. | 
mean. It wasn't a dream, I'm certain of that. 
And | have the scars to prove it. It was all real 
but have you ever noticed how dreams rush 
through the details? You end up one place but 
don't really recall how? It was like that. | 
remember the masquerade; the music and the 
dancing... oh, and the fucking. All with their 
masks on, of course. Still adorned with their 
masks. Seeing some of them nude made us 


aware of just how much was an elaborate 
costume. Their skin was like porcelain. You 
could sort of tell those were the natives. You 
know, SCP-2264-1. But the more you stared, 
the less human everyone seemed; some had 
too many limbs, some had too few - like, snake 
people - was similar to monsters in an old 
fantasy comic | read as a kid. 


Sorry. Rambling. Head hurts trying to 
remember. [distracted] | can't move my arms 
or legs. What's wrong with them? 


Dr. Laxmi Narang: The numbness is just a 
side effect of your medication. Please focus on 
my questions. 


Agent Alexander Papadopoulos: Okay. If 
you say so. | remember having to pull Agent 
Maher away from some woman; wasn't 
attacking him, quite the opposite. Couldn't 
blame him. She had curves in all the right 
places - made it easy to ignore the tentacles. 


So, the twelve of us stick together. Hard to not 
look like you're out for trouble with that many. 
Anyway, we wandered around the palace and 
it was like a labyrinth; | honestly wouldn't have 
been surprised if we walked into a minotaur or 
something. We spent most of the time 
descending the stairs, | think? | remember 
feeling like we were traveling deeper and 
deeper... 


And then, somehow, just when we thought we 
had reached the bottom, we're back outside. It 
looked like we were in exactly the same spot 
as when we first entered SCP-2264-B. Hell, 
we could all see the palace in the distance. 


But something was different. Everything was 


dark, drained of color. Like, we could see and 
all but it was a hazy gray twilight. The streets 
were empty and the buildings looked... 
ruined? Yeah. Was like the whole city was 
abandoned long ago. Desolate and silent; not 
a sound but our own footsteps. 


We entered this iteration of the palace. 
Everything was identical, architecturally 
speaking. 


That was when we started to hear the 
whispers. It spoke in a language | had never 
heard before. | could feel it slithering into my 
ear, penetrating my brain... 


We... [hesitates, his eyes grow damp with 
tears] 


Dr. Laxmi Narang: Please continue. 


Agent Alexander Papadopoulos: We 
destroyed ourselves. 


Dr. Laxmi Narang: ...What? 


Agent Alexander Papadopoulos: We didn't 
want to but we had no choice. The 
Ambassador of Alagadda - it found us. It didn't 
have a face; no mouth, nose, or eyes. | 
thought it was wearing a skintight outfit and... 
high heels? That is what it looked like at first 
but no... that was its body. Its flesh was black. 
It stood tall, lithe and androgynous, and so.. 
SO... 


Dr. Laxmi Narang: Please, this information is 
important. Pace yourself. We can stop if... 


Agent Alexander Papadopoulos: 
[interrupting] It stood so damn proud. Just 


radiating arrogance. | couldn't understand a 
word it said and yet every syllable dripped with 
narcissistic venom. It brought a hand to where 
a mouth should have been... and it laughed 
and laughed... and then we destroyed 
ourselves for its amusement. 


Bones were shattered, flesh and organs 
ruptured. All for its amusement, we ruined 
ourselves in body and mind. And the whole 
time, we screamed and begged yet only 
silence parted our lips. I'm so sorry, | tried to 
say, I'm so sorry... their eyes pleaded for 
mercy and asked for forgiveness. 


In the end, | was the only one left alive - 
surrounded by the corpses of my ravaged 
friends and comrades. | understand now. The 
Ambassador needed a witness, one to deliver 
its message. To tell you this... and... [pauses; 
begins to hyperventilate] 


Dr. Laxmi Narang: Please continue. 


Agent Alexander Papadopoulos: | watched 
the ceiling move as it dragged my broken body 
from room to room. Eventually we stopped and 
it lifted me into the air, held me up before the 
throne. There | saw the King. It was anchored 
in place, hallowed bonds around its corpse-like 
hands and throat - its face hidden beneath a 
veil. 


Impish creatures crawled all over it, caressing 
its twitching body as if intending comfort while 
others pulled the tethers even tighter. The King 
trembled and quivered and | saw pale tendrils 
slither in and out of its tattered robes. | looked 
on as the veil was lifted... [a change in tone 
suggesting lucidity] | want to die. | can't live 
with what I've done. Please kill me. End this. | 


can't feel my legs. | can't feel my arms. Not like 
this. Not like this. Please, I'm begging you... 


Dr. Laxmi Narang: You know | am not 
allowed to do anything of the sort. Please tell 
me what you saw. 


Agent Alexander Papadopoulos: 
[emotionless] A god shaped hole. The barren 
desolation of a fallen and failed creation. You 
see the light of long dead stars. Your existence 
is nothing but an echo of a dying god's 
screams. The unseen converges. Surrounds 
you. And it tightens like a noose. 


<End Log> 


Operations involving SCP-2264 are suspended until 
further notice. The agent's request for termination has 
been denied. Due to the considerable damage suffered, 
amputation of both arms and legs was deemed 
necessary, and subject is no longer able to perform most 
biological functions without the aid of life support 
systems. He is to be restrained for his own protection 
(despite his loss of limbs, suicide attempts have been 
made) and thoroughly interrogated for all possible 
information related to SCP-2264. Due to his contact with 
SCP-2264-4 and SCP-2264-5, he is to be quarantined 
and carefully observed for signs of anomaly. Agent 
Papadopoulos has refused food and water, requiring the 
use of feeding tube. 


Addendum: SCP-2264 was discovered accidentally during the 
refurbishment of Martin Towerin / / .The Foundation was 
contacted by representatives of the Crown due to the suspicion of a 
potentially anomalous artifact based on the writings found within, 
since attributed to Henry Percy, 9th Earl of Northumberland. 
Discovered among his notes was an unsent letter, intended to be 
received by Christopher Marlowe, famed poet and playwright. The 
letter is dated 30 May 1593, the day of Christopher Marlowe's 
unsolved murder. 


+ Document 2264-0037 


To my singular goode Friend, may this Missive 
reach thee ere 'tis too late. 


‘Twas thou who urg'd against my building of 
the Janus Gate. My Insult was cruell, having 
deem'd thee foolish and ignorant of the 
Sciences: | prithee forgive mine Arrogance. 


"Twas thou who suffer'd the Evil to which | was 
blind. | show'd thee the Other Ordinary, and 
allow'd the secret Darknesse to coil around the 
Cinder of thy beautiful Heart. | was blind, but 
now | see. 


| beseech thee to burn that accurs'd Play’ and 
return it to Ashe. Thy Patron seeks to corrupt 
and defile: Whence He cometh, there are 
Things that simply should not be. The 
Ambassador shall exploit thee, as they did us. 
| have seal'd the Janus Gate so that only the 
Enlighten'd may enter. May they have the 
Wisdom to see what | coulde not, and the 
Power to slay the wretch'd King within. 


Damn that Metropolis of Blood, that terrible 
Realm and its antient countless Crimes. 
Consign thy Play to the Fire, deny thy vile 
Patron, and aroint thee from this Madnesse. 
We would fain welcome thee backe into the 
Night. 


Footnotes 

1. Also known as Her Majesty's Royal Palace and Fortress. 

2. Frequently referred to in notes as a Janus Gate. Janus is the 
Roman deity of beginnings and transitions, thereby associated with 
doors, doorways, gates, and passages. 

3. A secret society interested in the study of science, philosophy, 
and religion; members were suspected of atheism, at the time not 


only considered blasphemous but an act of treason and anarchy. 
4. To request this information, please contact the Department of 
Alchemical Studies. 

5. This may be caused by multiple gravity wells within the city but 
this cannot be directly measured. 

6. Meaning remains unknown. 

7. "Seems likely the play being referred to here isSCP-701. Script 
should be investigated for more information on Alagadda." - Dr. 
Nkiru Diawara 


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SCP-2265: Dinner with Andrew 


Item #: SCP-2265 
Object Class: Neutralized (formerly Euclid) 


Special Containment Procedures: As of 24 Oct 2011, SCP-2265 
is considered neutralized. The former containment area of 
SCP-2265 has been deemed free of anomalous activity, and has 
been approved to be renovated and sold to private investors by 
Simon & Chesterson Properties, a Foundation front. Masahiro Goto 
and Andrew Verit (formerly SCP-2265-A and SCP-2265-B) are 
currently being held in the low security humanoid containment wing 
of Site 68; their possible release is being reviewed by the Ethics 
Committee. 


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