[151635.5285] <DRC> There's nothing in that quadrant. Run 
diagnostics again. Has the signal gotten stronger at all? 


[151635.5292] <PH9> RUNNING DIAGNOSTIC CHECK... 
PRIMARY AND SECONDARY SENSORS OPERATIONAL. NO 
CHANGE IN SIGNAL. 


[151635.5313] <DRC> Probe-H9. What are your gravimetric 
readings? 


Davies puts the data register down again and rubs his brow. "Here's 
where | get confused again." 


Miles tilts his head slightly. "Like | said, the probe passed through 
some kind of event horizon. So | told it to hold up until we looked 
over some readings." 


"Yes, but it wasn't an actual event horizon? Your reports conflict 
here." 


Miles leans forward on his elbows as he reorganizes his thoughts. 
"Look, | can't explain it either, but you can see in the images. The 
probe... the image of the probe had red-shifted. Somehow the light 
coming off of it became trapped at the horizon, but it could still 
transmit. So... it wasn't a black hole... at all... but behaving like 
one? Isn't your department supposed to classify these anomalies?" 


Davies calmly leans in his seat slowly squinting his sunken eyes. 
"I'm not at liberty to discuss that aspect of the investigation since 
you don't have clearance for that." Then makes a quick note on his 
digital register. "It's classified." 


Miles shifts in tone, he's not one to push the boundaries of patience 
among his peers. Least of all an internal investigator. "I'm being as 
cooperative as | can." 


Davies just gives a quirk nod and a sigh. "I'm just going to skip 
ahead here... time stamp 151635 point 6979..." 


Miles follows along with his copy. 


[151635.6979] <PH9> ETA IN: 4.2 HRS. SIGNAL IS UNCHANGED 


[151635.6986] <DRC> Check your time data again, Probe-H9. You 
should be closing in on the source. 


[151635.6993] <PH9> NEGATIVE. ETA IN: 4.2 HRS. 


[151635.7002] <DRC> Your reading has to be off. | may not have 
visual on you anymore but | can still bounce a signal. You should be 
passing through to quadrant-88 within the hour. I'm rerouting Probe- 
J4 to intercept and escort you to the nearest repair node. Continue 
course until further notice. 


[151635.7007] <PH9> AFFIRMATIVE. 


Davies pauses to glance up at Miles briefly, and for a moment, their 
eyes meet. Maybe he was trying to read Miles as to his reaction to 
the incident ahead. Maybe he was trying to taste that fear and 
confusion Miles experienced. 


Whatever Miles was feeling at that exact moment was hard to gauge 
for him. He knew how the rest of these transcripts were going to play 
out after reviewing them. For certain he could tell Miles was just a 
hot mess of nerves and would probably jump at the sound of his 
own ears popping. 


He reads on. 


[151635.9500] <DRC> Deep Recon to Probe-H9, do you have visual 
on Probe-J4 yet? 


[151635.9507] <PH9> NEGATIVE. 
[151635.9514] <DRC> Can you detect Probe-J4? 
[151635.9521] <PH9> NEGATIVE. 
[151635.9528] <DRC> Well what can you detect? 


[151635.9535] <PH9> | AM DETECTING... AN SOS SIGNAL. ETA 
IN: 4.2 HRS ON PRESENT COURSE. 


[151635.9542] <DRC> Give me your coordinates. You should be 
well into quadrant-88 by now. 


[151635.9549] <PH9> ERROR, | AM UNABLE TO RELAY 
ACCURATE COORDINATES. 


[151635.9542] <DRC> Your guidance system is malfunctioning? 


[151635.9549] <PH9> NEGATIVE. COORDINATES ARE OUTSIDE 
OF EUCLIDEAN SPACE. READING:99999999999999.1 
AM UPLOADING SENSOR READINGS, CAN YOU CONFIRM? 


[151635.9556] <DRC> |... can't. Telemetry suggests you might have 
hit a gravity well, but that conflicts with your gravimetrics. Probe- 
H9... do you have visual on anything? 


[151635.9562] <PH9> NEGATIVE. THE SOS SIGNAL REMAINS 
UNCHANGED. ETA IN: 4.2 HRS ON PRESENT COURSE. 


[151635.9583] <DRC> Standby. 
[151635.9590] <PH9> AFFIRMATIVE. 


"This is when | made the call to command." Miles finally pipes up. 
"However they were a week out... a-and by the time they got to my 
station, it was all over with anyway." 


"| know." Davies simply states, not taking his eyes off the transcript. 
"That's documented well enough." 


"But nobody advised what to do about the probe." 


"They wouldn't in most cases. Hard to say how to approach these... 
anomalies." 


Miles clears his throat. "I thought that, maybe | just have it continue 
on deeper and deeper." 


Davies finally establishes eye contact. "And what was your thought 
process on that? To have it stay on course." 


"|... didn't see a reason not too. Especially since there was still an 
Emergency SOS to investigate." 


Davies nods in agreement. Pretty much the first thing he and Miles 
can agree on thus far. 


"However-" Davies holds a bony finger in the air. "-this is the section 
of the report that interests my department..." The bony finger strikes 
an entry dated nearly a day later. Miles cranes his neck to see the 
time stamp. 


"Yes. | had the probe giving me hourly reports up to that point." 
"If you would... take over and read this last portion for me." 


Miles nods and with a shaky inhale, reads on. 


[151636.7576] <PH9> PROBE-H9 TO DEEP RECON. 
[151636.7590] <DRC> Go ahead. 


[151636.7618] <PH9> | AM DETECTING A SIGNIFICANT MASS 
SIGNATURE. PROXIMITY: 900000KM / -19.0°, 1.2° FROM MY 
CURRENT POSITION. 


[151636.7632] <DRC> Is it the signal source? What is it? 


[151636.7464] <PH9> NEGATIVE. SIGNAL IS UNCHANGED. ETA 
IN: 4.2 HRS ON PRESENT COURSE. | AM PERFORMING A 
SPECTRAL ANALYSIS ON THE MASS SIGNATURE, 


STANDBY... 


[151636.7469] <DRC> Probe-H9, give me some physical 
dimensions. 


[151636.7674] <PH9> IT IS A PLANETOID MASS. MEAN 
RADIUS: 690KM. APPROXIMATE MASS: (4.006+0.040)x1021KG. 
DENSITY: 1750KG/M3 


[151636.7701] <DRC> That's... far too light a density for a 
planetoid. Calculate that density again. | want you to adjust position 
to get a clear visual on it. What does your spectral analysis read? 


[151636.7687] <PH9> AFFIRMATIVE. | AM RECALCULATING 
DENSITY AND ADJUSTING POSITION FOR VISUAL 
CONFIRMATION. | AM UNABLE TO COMPLETE THE SPECTRAL 
ANALYSIS. 


[151636.7701] <DRC> Why not? 


[151636.7703] <PH9> PLANETOID MASS PROXIMITY IS 
FLUCTUATING. RANGE: 400000KM. 


[151636.7715] <DRC> Probe-H9... can... can you repeat that range 
again? 


[151636.7729] <PH9> RANGE: 250000KM 


[151636.7732] <DRC> Probe-Hg9, that's impossible. Check your 
range sensors. 


[151636.7743] <PH9> RUNNING DIAGNOSTIC CHECK... 
PRIMARY AND SECONDARY SENSORS STILL OPERATIONAL. 
RANGE: 70000KM. SIGNAL IS UNCHANGED. ETA IN: 4.2 HRS 
ON PRESENT COURSE. 


[151636.7746] <DRC> Probe-H9... can you ta- 


[151636.7744] <PH9> WARNING, COLLISION IMMINENT. | AM 
ADJUSTING COURSE. RANGE: 4000KM. 


[151636.7757] <DRC> Probe-H9? Probe-H9 do you copy? 


[151636.7769] <PH9> DEEP RECON, | AM UNABL- ‘static’. 
[151636.7780] <DRC> Probe-H9, status? Are you there... Probe- 
H9? 


Davies slides a photo face down over to Miles from across the table. 
Miles reluctantly flips it over to once again familiarize himself. 


"That's it. That's the image the probe transmitted before it went 
dark." 


Davies nods understandingly. "Any idea what it is?" 
Miles shakes his head side to side. "No." 
"Odd that it is so bright in the image. Any idea why?" 


After a pause to ruminate over it. "| don't. It was traveling through... 
empty space. At least | thought it was." 


"You don't think it's a rogue planet... do you?" 
A head, more slowly this time, pans side to side. "No, sir." 


Davies then sees it. Miles is done. He snags the image back and 
places it into his pocket. "I think we're finished here then." 


"What happens now?" 


The metal chair screeches against the floor as it's pushed out to 
make room for an old man with failing knees, though soon to be 
replaced with composite ones. 


"Well... you're off rotation in about a month... I'll expedite that and 
just have it start now. Your station however is currently being 
converted into an outpost. The assigned MTFs will take over from 
there." 


Miles gets up too. 


"If | were you, I'd hop on the next shuttle for home. I'll have another 
agent do a final debriefing with you just to wrap this all up.” 


"Thank you, sir." 
"Don't worry about it.” 


Davies shuffles out into the cold hallway of the command station 
walking over to his assistant. He places a hand on Agent Heller's 
shoulder to get his attention, handing him a data register with the 
other hand. 


"Upload this interview with the rest of the data on the spatial 
anomaly. It's under file Q-087." 


Then in a more firm tone of voice. "And seal off that quadrant until 
further notice. | don't even want wayward piss ice to drift into that 
space without me knowing about it. Understood?" 

Agent Heller nods. "Yes, sir. What do you want done with the-" 


"Process him." 


"Yes, sir." 


The Summer King 


Item #: SCP-076 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: The land around SCP-076-B is 
owned by the French government, which allows the Foundation to 
maintain an outpost for the purpose of studying SCP-076-B. Food 
and provisions to be provided to SCP-076-B, as well as materials for 
constructing shelter. Reasonable requests for materials and food are 
to be routed up to Foundation Europe Headquarters for approval. 
Researchers are encouraged to engage SCP-076-B in conversation 
to learn more about its origins. Limited discussion of current events 
has been permitted to encourage good behavior. 


On the Winter Solstice, no fewer than twenty agents trained for 
Procedure 07-Frazer will be stationed around SCP-076-A with 
weaponry designed for the purpose of killing SCP-076-B. At sunset, 
the first agent will enter SCP-076-A and will attempt to kill SCP-076- 
B. If SCP-076-B kills that agent, the next will enter SCP-076-A. This 
will continue until SCP-076-B is killed. 


In the event that Procedure 07-Frazer is unsuccessful, the 
Foundation will encourage client-nations to maintain a five year 
stockpile of food to minimize global famines. 


Description: SCP-076-A is a 500-meter ring of sandstone and 
dolerite menhirs in northwestern Morbihan, France. Archaeological 
study suggests it was constructed between 4000 and 3500 BCE. In 
the center of the ring is a cask of soil 1.5 meters tall and 1 meter 
across. Seven to ten trees grow inside the circle at any given time. 
Observed species include oak, ash, hawthorn, apple, and holly. If 
the trees are removed, new trees rapidly grow during the solstices, 
growing to full size over the course of a day. Other than their origins 
and behavior during Procedure 07-Frazer, they display no unusual 
properties. 


Marathon, taking place later that day. 

Result: Subject chooses [REDACTED]. After 5 minutes and 25 
seconds, subject reports hearing a voice in her head telling her that 
"no, [REDACTED] is not going to win, [REDACTED] is going to win." 
This was subsequently proven correct. 


Test 9: 

Test Subject: D-698-8 

Action: Test subject is presented with a list of professional runners 
and asked which one she thinks will win the [REDACTED] 
Marathon, which took place ten days earlier. 

Result: Subject chooses [REDACTED]. After 5 minutes and 25 
seconds, subject reports hearing a voice in her head telling her 
"[REDACTED] can't win the race 'cause the race was last week". 


Test 10 

Test Subject: Dr. Velasco 

Action: "Recursive Ouija" test: attempt to use SCP-698 to identify 
the letters and words in a paragraph explaining how SCP-698 works 
and where it gets its information (see document 698-T26 for details 
of experimental protocol). 

Result: SCP-698 produces the following message: 

"It is (approximate) forbidden to (approximate) disassemble, 
(approximate) decompile, or (approximate) reverse-engineer 
Judgmental Turtle. Judgmental Turtle is for (approximate) 
entertainment purposes only; some (approximate) jurisdictions 
impose (untranslatable) on the use of Judgmental Turtle in 
(approximate) gambling. The (approximate) manufacturers of 
Judgmental Turtle are not responsible for any damages, injury, loss 
of life, or (untranslatable) which may result from the (approximate) 
misuse of Judgmental Turtle. Judgmental Turtle is for (approximate) 
entertainment purposes only. Do not use Judgmental Turtle for 
(approximate) mission-critical applications, (approximate) major life 
choices, or (untranslatable). Enjoy Judgmental Turtle." 


Dr. and Dr. have repeated this test, without knowledge of 
the content of the message, and obtained identical results. 


Test 11 
Test Subjects: Dr. Velasco, Dr. , and Dr. 
Action: Dr. Velasco, Dr. ,and Dr. discussed the results of 


SCP-076-B is a human male with Northern European features. 
Records from previous custodians of the anomaly state that it has 
been there as long as the site has been watched. Interviews with the 
entity suggest that it is contemporary with the construction of the 
stone circle. SCP-076-B is normally resistant to physical injury, 
showing no damage after being subjected to gunfire, extreme heat, 
edged weaponry, or crushing force. Outside of Procedure 07-Frazer, 
it appears to feel no pain, though it can experience discomfort, as 
from cold or hunger. SCP-076-B is unable to leave the edge of 
SCP-076-A. As this makes containment easier and prevents 
interruption of Procedure 07-Frazer, this has not been extensively 
tested beyond ensuring that SCP-076-B is unable to leave under its 
own power. 


Outside of Procedure 07-Frazer, SCP-076-B behaves in a genial, 
agreeable manner. It soeaks numerous dialects of French, English, 
Latin, Greek, Gaulish, Breton, [DATA EXPUNGED], and several 
other ancient and modern languages (See SCP-140 and SCP-769). 
It does not need to eat but becomes distressed when it goes several 
days between meals. 


SCP-076-B refuses to answer any direct questions regarding its 
origins or why Procedure 07-Frazer has the effects it does, though 
some information has been gathered from indirect statements (such 
as it having witnessed the construction of SCP-076-A). Discussion 
of the procedure disturbs the subject greatly. It refuses to engage in 
conversations that continue returning to these topics. 


On the night of the Winter Solstice, all humans within SCP-076-A 
will feel compelled to leave the area approximately thirty minutes 

before sunset. Once the sun is below the horizon, SCP-076-B can 
be killed as outlined in Document 076-1: Procedure 07-Frazer. 


During this time, any weapon that enters SCP-076-A will be 
duplicated by the trees inside the stone circle. For example, if the 
Participant carries a sword, an oak tree may produce a sword- 
shaped branch. If the participant is armed with a rifle, an ash tree 
may provide a rifle-shaped base, with mistletoe and other flora 
providing additional parts and shaping. SCP-076-B will then take the 
weapon. These objects will function as the weapon wielded by the 
participant, though they do not appear to have any physical 


mechanisms that would allow them to do so. Projectiles are made of 
thornwood and obsidian. When examined after Procedure 07- 
Frazer, the weapons are obviously unable to function except as 
clubs or spears; blades lack edges, while the barrels of firearms 
have no bore, being solid pieces of wood. 


SCP-076-B will attempt to defend itself with lethal force. Once one 
participant is killed, another can then enter SCP-076-A, becoming 
the new participant. This will continue until either SCP-076-B is killed 
or the sun rises. 


SCP-076-B is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and the use of 
most melee weapons. It is proficient in the use of several firearms, 
with its skill increasing rapidly throughout the course of the 20th 
century. It can be confused by unfamiliar weaponry but has shown a 
strong aptitude for adapting to new weapons.