One explosive device, placed in Conference Room 9b, 
resulted in death or injury to several key senior staff 
members, resulting in the loss of the top three levels of 
site leadership. This particular device would contribute 
significantly to the chaos which ensued: due to the 
severe breakdown in the chain of command, individual 
Foundation personnel would be forced to respond to the 
attack without coordination. In most cases, they 


Interview 1: 


Foreword: Interview was conducted following initial 
containment, before SCP-644's anomalous properties 
had been ascertained. 


<Begin Log> 


SCP-644 is led into the interview room by security 
personnel outfitted with full fire-retardant gear, rated 
against temperatures up to 800 °C, and outfitted with 
Kevlar and foam padding in the case of explosive 
detonation. Personnel are also armed with high-capacity 
fire extinguishers. 


SCP-644: What's up with these guys? 
Dr. Latimer: Please state your name for our records. 


SCP-644: I'm Mister Hot. Marketing consultant for Doctor 
Wondertainment, incorporated, ell-ell-see. 


SCP-644 holds out wrist, pointing to the tattoo. Security 
personnel prepare to extinguish any potential fires. 


SCP-644: The tattoo, see. That was my idea. Because | 
keep my finger on the pulse of the market, eh? 


Dr. Latimer: You had say in where your tattoo went? 


SCP-644: Yeah. Me and the doctor, we were pretty 
close. Think | went to college with him. 


Dr. Latimer: Where was that? 


SCP-644: Oh, | don't know. Does anyone really 
remember that stuff? So, how are you? 


Dr. Latimer: I'm doing fine. Could you tell me about your 
relationship with 'Wondertainment'? 


SCP-644: 'Fine'? | mean, I'm sure you're missing the 


performed admirably given the situation: especially 
during the early moments of the attack, when the nature 
of the containment breach was then unknown. 


Surveillance Log 17-CR9b- - - , 0805 


<A. Adams:> What am | even doing here? I'm not an 
administrator or a director. I'm not even senior staff. | 
shouldn't even be here... 


<A. Clef:> Don't worry about it. Just inhale and cross 
your arms under your tits and no one will even give a 
shit. 


<A. Adams:> This is harassment. 


<A. Clef:> Yes, it is. Go get a mimosa or something. 
Mingle. Socialize. Hi, Dmitri. 


<D. Strelnikov:> Doktor. 
<A. Clef:> Whatcha drinking? 


<D. Strelnikov:> Orange juice. And vodka. Mostly 
vodka. 


<A. Clef:> Breakfast of champions. You know, Dmitri, 
standing here, eating a muffin and chatting with you at 
the monthly senior staff brunch, looking at all these 
people I've worked with for years chatting and having a 
good time, you know what thought comes to my mind? 


<D. Strelnikov:> We are fish in barrel. 
<A. Clef:> You know me too well. 


<D. Strelnikov:> Security is tight. All air vents are 
checks, all food is checks for poison, all walls and 
carpets sweep for bugs and bombs, all utensils and such 
are opens from sterile packs. All is good. 


<A. Clef:> Excellent. Knew | could count on you, Dmitri. 
Hell, in order to hit us here, they'd have to smuggle a 
bomb in a waffle iron or some... thing... 


<D. Strelnikov:> ... 
<A. Clef:> ... 


<D. Strelnikov:> Excusing me, James. Allows me to 
check— oh, son of the bitches. 


<A. Clef:> Oh, for fuck's sake, you HAVE to be kid— 
EVERYONE MOVE! GET THE FUCK OU— 


<Explosions> 


Audio Log from Hallway 18 
<Sirens> 
Agent Vance: "Jesus. What the fuck was that?" 
Agent Lombardi: "Get your head down!" 
Agent Vance: "But what's—" 


Audio indicates Agent Lombardi knocked Agent Vance to 
the ground at this point. 


Agent Lombardi: "That's a goddamned containment 
breach. Sounds like a big one." 


Agent Vance: "Oh shit. Oh shit. We're gonna die. We're 
gonna—" 


Agent Lombardi: "No we ain't! We're gonna get through 
this. You understand? | ain't gonna let you die." 


Agent Vance: "What do we do?" 


Agent Lombardi: "What they pay us for, kid. We secure, 
we contain, and we break the face of anything that tries 


to stop us. Now, we need to get to the armory. Keep yer 
head down, an' use cover where you can." 


Agent Vance: "Yes sir." 


Interview: Dr. Tarn Honey/Dr. 


Portion of interview between Dr. and Dr. Tarn Honey, 
(ey, 


<Interview Begins> 
Dr. _: Where were you at the time of the explosions? 


Dr. Honey: | was working with SCP-737, sir. I'd come up 
with a new theory regarding its aversion to copper and - 


Dr. —_: Fascinating, I'm sure, but hardly relevant. 


Dr. Honey: No, sir. Well, | was knocked unconscious by 
the explosion, as the security footage clearly shows. 


Dr. : Of course. 


Dr. Honey: When | came to, 737 was gone. | was inside 
the observation chamber, so it hadn't seen me, but the 
guard...oh god. C-can | have a moment? 


Dr. __: I'm afraid | must ask you to continue, doctor. 


Dr. Honey: That train had just tunneled right through his 
head. There was blood everywhere, and there was a 
suspiciously train-shaped hole in the wall. 


Dr. __: And how did you react to this? 


Dr. Honey: | went after it, of course. | thought security 
would be busy with the explosion, so | grabbed a sheet 
of copper from the emergency locker and went looking. | 
thought the explosion was just a minor containment 
breach. | didn't think it was that bad. 


Dr. : Understandable. 


Dr. Honey: As | was saying, | walked out of SCP-737's 
containment area and into the neighboring hallway. | 
spotted it turning around a corner and followed. | was all 
ready to grab it, but...oh god, | really need a minute. 


(Dr. sighs.) 
Dr. _: Of course. Take your time. 
ley 


*AUDIO/VIDEO TRANSCRIPT - TRACKING INDIVIDUALS 
DESIGNATE "Senior Staff Dr. A. Rights" AND "Research Staff 
Dr. W. Zurn" 

001* 


/Relevant transcript begins at / /20 // as captured 
by Security Camera/Audio system 1134-b; interior of 
office belonging to Dr. Rights. Status in video: Two walls 
have been partially removed by nearby explosion. For 
several minutes, nothing but smoke and dust Is visible, 
before cleaning. Dr. Zurn; status: minor injuries, is 
visible, and stands./ 


Dr. Zurn: Doc...Doctor Rights? Doctor Rights? 
Dr. Zurn pauses and coughs for several minutes. 
Dr. Zurn: ...Agatha? 


/There is a soft moan, and Dr. Zurn grows visibly 
agitated. He moves a fallen bookcase with some 
difficulty, revealing Dr. Rights; status: Unconscious, 
major injuries/ 


/SEVERAL MINUTES REMOVED FROM TRANSCRIPT 
FOR LACK OF RELEVANCY/ 


/Dr. Rights is now conscious, if extremely disoriented. 


Injuries have been ascertained as potentially life- 
threatening blunt force trauma to head, abdomen, and 
legs./ 


Dr. Zurn: Just hold on, and I'll be back! I'm going to get 
help, alright? 


Dr. Rights: [indistinct] 


Dr. Zurn: It'll be okay. I'll go find one of the emergency 
med teams. Just hold on. 


Dr. Rights: Sure. 


/Dr. Zurn pauses before leaving, and kisses Dr. Rights 
on the forehead before exiting the room at a run. Dr. 
Rights spends the next minutes laying on the floor, 
moving only in response to faint sounds and the 
activation of sirens. She loses consciousness after 
minutes./ 


/At minutes SCP-347, as identified by seemingly 
disembodied tracking anklet, enters the room, and 
approaches Dr. Rights./ 


/Relevant transcript of Security Camera/Audio system 
1134-b ends at / / ./ 


Excerpt From Debriefing Interview Vang-2 
Interviewer: Agent 
Subject: Dr. Vang, Ph.D. 


/ [20 


Agent : All right, where were you when the attack 
happened? 


Dr. Vang: | was asleep in MRI Lab Three, two floors up 
and about five doors down the hall from where the 
bombs were. | woke up when they went off, of course. 


Agent : What was your initial reaction? 


Dr. Vang: | just laid there a bit until the gunfire started, 
then | decided to report to the infirmary to get an 
amnestic. You see, the SCP | was working on, some of 
the initial tests indicate that the symptoms include 
auditory hallucinations. | figured an amnestic might fix it. 


Agent : | see. Carry on. 


Dr. Vang: So, | was approaching an intersection in the 
hallway when | saw one of our security guards trading 
fire with someone | couldn't see. It dawned on me that it 
was all real when the top half of his head got blown up. 


Agent : And then? 


Dr. Vang: | ran the other direction, hid in the closet, and 
hyperventilated for a while. When | calmed down, | ran 
back into the MRI lab to get my laptop. 


Agent : Why? 


Dr. Vang: Well, | fell asleep last night before | could log 
out, and | had neglected to log out when | had woken up, 
so anyone could have gotten sensitive information off of 
it. Anyways, when | got back, my laptop was gone, and 
so was one of the desktops. 


Agent : What was on those computers? 


Dr. Vang: | don't know about the desktop, but my laptop 
had some of my project files on it. Most of my projects 
involve abnormal memorability, so about ninety percent 
of it was just particularly catchy songs. In addition to that, 
there was a copy of the Communist Manifesto written 
entirely in pig latin, and there were nine variations of- 


Agent : Anything important? 


Dr. Vang: Sorry, sir. One of my USBs had a minute-long 
clip of SCP-444, and my laptop had a photo that makes 
you dizzy for a minute or so when you look at it. Those 
are the only things | can think of that would be of any real 


importance. 


Agent : Very good. Now, back to the MRI Lab. What 
was your course of action? 


Dr. Vang: Well, | realized that it would be a pretty bad 
thing if someone attacking the site had four forty-four, 
considering that a good portion of our work with it is 
weaponization. | looked around, and none of the rooms 
around me looked like anything was stolen from them, so 
| figured that whoever took my computer had a good idea 
of what they were looking for. | heard someone coming, 
so | ducked into the break room. 


Agent : What happened next? 


Dr. Vang: Whoever it was, they ran past, so | sat down 
and thought for a minute or so. | went to the fridge, 
grabbed a bottle of root beer, and broke it. To geta 
weapon, you know. | changed into my backup pants, 
then | stuffed my pockets with as many of the emergency 
ear plugs as | could find and went out to distribute them 
to our guys. 


Agent : Emergency ear plugs? 


Dr. Vang: It's the memetics department, sir. We go 
through them like toilet paper. 


> Agent : | see. Carry on. 


Excerpt from debriefing of Prof. Anders Bjornsen 


Security Agent (SA): Why were you in the 
transportation depot when the incident began? 


Prof. Anders Bjornsen (AB): | had just been re- 
assigned to work on SCP-272 from SCP-200 and was 
waiting for the transfer team to arrive from SCP-272's 
previous containment site. | had only skimmed the 
briefing report, but apparently that site was being re- 


configured as a secure site for higher-threat-level SCPs. 


SA: According to the logs, that security team delivered 
that SCP and left over 90 minutes before the incident. 


AB: sighs 


AB: Yes, but... well, | was talking with one of the security 
guards down there about some... personal matters and 
lost track of time. A good thing, too, or | would've been in 
my office when it collapsed. 


SA: We'll come back to that. Did you notice anything 
unusual before the incident? 


AB: | overheard one of the other guards mention that 
there had been a lot of SCP deliveries that day, but other 
than that, no. Well, until the klaxon went off, anyways. 
Then all the guards started scrambling for the doors into 
the rest of site. 


SA: And what did you do? 


AB: What any good boy scout would do: | decided to 
investigate the SCPs that nobody had yet bothered to 
pick up. Mighty careless of the researchers of those 
prospective projects to not collect them, but to my 
advantage. The first was, luckily, SCP-262. 


SA: And then? 

AB: | went looking for guns. 

Debriefing: Research Assistant Harold Wachtel 
Excerpt from interview conducted by O5- , regarding 


Research Assistant Harold Wachtel’s involvement in 
Incident 234-900-Tempest Night-1. 


O5- : Hello, Mr. Wachtel. Please, take a seat. 


Wachtel: Would you mind if | didn't, sir? I've gota 


busted coccyx. 


O5- : Oh. Well, feel free to not take a seat, then. Where 
were you when the incident began? 


Wachtel: Storage vault two. Was just returning 494 to its 
locker when something exploded a few aisles over and 
knocked the whole shelf full of lockers down on me. 
That's when | busted my coccyx. 


O5- : And that's when you decided to put on 494? 


Wachtel: | was covered up to my armpits in lockers, and 
didn't want to be stuck there if something nastier than a 
bomb came by. I'm just glad I'd had tissues in my breast 
pocket. 


Debriefing of Agent Lament by 05-4 
re: breach event and staff involvement/response 


05-4 — Where were you at the start of the event? 


Agent Lament — Oh god...we were...we were in Gears’ 
office...he was giving me a stack of things to check out, 
research materials he needed recovered...! thought he 

was pissed at me, but | guess he's always like that. 


05-4 — How long have you been assigned to Doctor 
Gears? 


Agent Lament — About...four months, maybe? It's kinda 
hard to tell...he doesn't get out much, therefore neither 
do I. You know, | think | got him to chuckle once? Or he 
was coughing, I'm not sure, but it was right after | told a 
joke, so | think it's really possible tha- 


05-4 — The event? 


Agent Lament — that he really might have....oh...yeah. 
Honestly, we didn't know what was going on for a while. 
It was just some muffled thuds and stuff, the dungeon is 


down pretty deep. Really, the first time we knew there 
was something actually wrong is when the back office 
wall gave out. God, the wall just crumpled in, all the 
rebar and crap shooting out, | was sure, SURE Gears 
was dead, | mean he just got his skull stove in wi- 


05-4 — When you refer to the “dungeon”, you are 
referencing the common name for Security Floor D-9, 
correct? 


Agent Lament — With...oh, yeah. | mean, everyone calls 
it that, it's so...dungeon-y. Gears has a office down there 
because he says it's more “efficient” to be close. He had 
a lot of items that he was working on there that day. After 
we came to from the blast, | could hear...things. It was 
like a monkey house for a while, then just...silent. The 
silence was almost worse, really, even though some of 
those noises | KNOW were people being eaten or... 
worse. Gears was pretty bad off, but calm as always, 
even with his leg at that funny angle. | kinda helped him 
up, and said we had to book it for the surface, but he 
said no, that we'd be dead that way. He...he said there 
was a secondary access area from this level, in case of 
high-priority staff being trapped down there, s- 


05-4 — Agent Lament, are you telling me a ranking 
member of The Foundation gave you a order to enter in 
to a area that was assuredly the subject of a multiple 
containment breach? 


Agent Lament — So we...yeah. | mean, he said that the 
areas we had to slide through would be minimal, and that 
a lot of other staff might come this way too, if they got cut 
off from the surface level. |...1 didn't know what all he'd 
been working on. | mean, | probably would have helped 
him down there anyway, but...| might have waited, or 
something....god, all those people, they just...i mean, 
they were smeared on the walls, like putty or something, 
or paint, or- 


05-4 — Agent Lament... 


kids, right? They're with your husband? 
Dr. Latimer: What do you know about my children? 


SCP-644: | know that they miss you. They don't— | 
mean, they don't even know what you do. This certainly 
isn't a university, right? Unless they've got some 'relaxed 
testing protocols’, ha. It's been, what, two weeks since 
you saw them? 


Dr. Latimer: Go on.