SCP-3440-A2, is a male whose face has been surgically removed 
and reattached upside-down. The second, SCP-3440-A3, is a 
female who had been squeezed into a tight corset with her face 
covered in white greasepaint and crudely applied violet eye-shadow 
and lipstick. It is believed that these two individuals were intended to 
be effigies of Pols 233-022 and -033, respectively. Both are believed 
to be prominent members of Gol-233. Investigation into whether any 
of the other cadavers were made into effigies of specific individuals 
associated with Gol-233 is ongoing. 


To the left-hand side of the stage is a large metal cabinet, 
designated SCP-3440-B. This cabinet is covered in a copper patina 
that is anomalously resistant to removal and renders the cabinet 
impervious to all attempts at internal imaging. All attempts to open it 
by force have also failed. Despite being opaque to sonar, 
SCP-3440-B produces continuous ticking, whirring, and clanking 
noises while active. 


One thousand metallic filaments emerge from the top of SCP-3440- 
B and feed into an elaborate track system built over the stage. The 
track system contains 100 control bars where instances of 
SCP-3440-A can be connected via their filaments, allowing them to 
be moved about the stage. 


Attempts to integrate live humans, non-anomalous cadavers or other 
human analogues into SCP-3440-B have been unsuccessful. 


On the front facing side of SCP-3440-B is a control booth, containing 

black wax cylinders engraved with electro-thaumic waves, 
designated SCP-3440-C. Placing an instance of SCP-3440-C into a 
receptacle labeled a 'thaumaphone' will transmit the signals along 
the filaments and into the bodies of any connected SCP-3440-A 
instances, causing them to act out a predetermined set of actions, 
typically some form of vaudeville performance (see 
Document-3440-01 for a complete list of SCP-3440-C instances and 
their effects). 


SCP-3440-B also contains a stage-facing device labelled an 
‘aetherscope’, capable of recording the electro-thaumic waves of live 
actions onto a new instance of SCP-3440-C. If a cylinder of 
SCP-3440-C contains waveforms from multiple individuals, an 


analogue control panel can be used to determine which set of 
electro-thaumic waves goes to which instances of SCP-3440-A. This 
control panel also allows for a large degree of manual control over 
instances of SCP-3440-A. 


Upon initial recovery, there was a single instance of SCP-3440-A 
connected to SCP-3440-B, and has since been designated 
SCP-3440-A1. All attempts to disconnect SCP-3440-A1 have 
resulted in dangerous electro-thaumic discharges by its filaments. 
Similar discharges occur when researchers attempt to connect other 
instances of SCP-3440-A. 


SCP-3440-A1 is a Caucasian male, estimated to be approximately 
40 years of age at the time of death. Subject is 165 cm in height and 
45 kg in weight. Subject has dark brown eyes and hair, which at the 
time of death appeared to have been recently cut into a short finger 
wave style with a long handlebar moustache. The subject had also 
been dressed in an elaborate ringmaster's costume. 


At the time of recovery there was an instance of SCP-3440-C 
(designated SCP-3440-C1) loaded into the thaumaphone. Stuck to it 
was a note which read "To Essie. Enjoy the Show. ~ Icky and 
Manny." 


Activating SCP-3440-B with SCP-3440-C1 placed within the 
thaumaphone caused SCP-3440-A1 to enact the following 
performance: 


Humdee dum dum dum dum dum...huh? Audible gasp! 


(SCP-3440-A1 looks at audience in feigned horror, 
clasping its hands to its cheeks) 


The Essie P! You'll never take me alive! 
(pauses and checks its pulse) 


Well, | guess that's actually a foregone conclusion at this 
point, considering, but you'll still never take me! Ah ha ha 
ha ha! 


(while continuously cackling, SCP-3440-A1 runs off and 


completes a full circuit of the track system before 
returning to its starting position) 


Ah ha ha ha ha ha...huh? Curses and drat! Trapped by 
my own marvellous machine! How ironic. All right Essie, 
go on and do your worst! I'll never talk! No sir, not me! 
My secrets I'll take to the gra...oh, right. 


(SCP-3440-A1 twirls its moustache and taps its foot for 
approximately 5 seconds) 


Okay, you know what? I'll talk. But only on the condition 
that you promise to conduct all your experiments with 
this contraption on me alone, and leave all those poor 
souls out there in the audience to rest in peace. None of 
them could ever hope to match my natural showmanship 
anyway! We got a deal? Excellent! 


(SCP-3440-A1 tilts its head and wags a finger at the 
audience) 


Just remember Essie: if you break your word, Manny will 
know. 


Your first question is probably the most obvious: who am 
|. Why, | am none other than the infamous Herman P. 
Fuller, of Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting. The 
story of my life is a long and nefarious one, so make 
yourselves comfortable. Sit back, relax, and treat 
yourselves to some of the blackest cotton candy this side 
of the River Styx! 


(SCP-3440-A1 produces a prop version of SCP-1921-A2 
from its coat) 


No takers, eh? Ah well, you can't blame a stiff for trying. 


(SCP-3440-A1 places the prop back inside its coat while 
clutching its lapels and rocking on the balls of its feet) 


Born to wealth and privilege, as a young man | was 
inducted into a now defunct secret society (defunct 


expressionless. However, SCP-446 could not be induced 
to lie down until the Class D uniform was removed. 


Document 446-1-A - Medical Examination of SCP-446 


« SCP-445 | SCP-446 | SCP-447 » 


because in an outing gone awry | tossed them to the 
wolves, literally) and | learned of the Ways between 
Worlds. | wandered them for many years, accumulated 
vast amounts of arcane knowledge, and acquired talents 
few mortal men would dare dream of. But then | 
committed my first horrendous, unforgivable crime! 
(whispering) | stole library books. 


Not just from any library of course, but The Wanderer's 
Library. And you know what cruel and unusual 
punishments the Library imposes on those who break its 
draconian rules, yes? They make them do an honest 
day's work! Filing, shelving...customer service! 
(shudders) Fortunately my various magical endowments 
make me less transmutable than most, so they had to 
settle for banning me. | haven't set foot in that or any 
other library since. They're too socialistic for my 
bourgeois sensibilities anyway. 


But of course, the centrepiece of my life has been the 
Circus. 


(The track system pulls SCP-3440-A1 around the stage 
in a circle, bobbing up and down in a manner similar to a 
carousel) 


Why a circus? Why not a militia of monsters, or a 
museum of mutations, or a milieu of mystics? Out of 
everything | could have done with my considerable 
resources and abilities, why start a travelling circus? To 
be perfectly frank, even back then | had no shortage of 
enemies, and keeping on the move was a matter of 
some necessity. But | would be lying if | said | didn't love 
the spotlight. 


It started with only a single genuine anomaly, believe it 
or not. | stole the Fiji Mermaid, and | did what that 
coward Barnum never had the balls to let me do; | 
brought it to life! It was an abomination, an insult to God 
Almighty, but by golly it brought in the crowds! Once | 
realized what a goldmine the Circus was, | started 


snatching up as many freaks as | could get my hands on. 
And what marvels | found; a street urchin with an upside- 
down face that hid his true talents, a singing sheet of 
music | gifted with human form, a race of eldritch horrors 
that just wanted to make people laugh! 


(SCP-3440-A1 is set back on the floor and takes off its 
hat and clutches it to its chest in an exaggerated display 
of sorrow) 


Those were the good old days, | tell you, when the world 
was still black and white (don't think | don't remember 
Essie). Freaks, dames, lesser men, they knew their 
place; or could be reminded of it easily enough. But of 
course, the world started changing. | did my best to keep 
the Circus from changing with it, but ever so gradually 
my beloved family started to squirm more and more 
under the heel of my boot. | had to start making 
examples of them, and | made this place so that | could 
still get some use out of their battered corpses - | mean, 
so that we could always be together. 


But no matter how hard you try to stop it things still 
change, and boy did | try. | made the Freewheelers, the 
Pennyfarthings, | even had Prometheus Labs whip me 
up a couple of goons | could use as ‘Slave Catchers' and 
‘Union Breakers’, but it didn't matter. Manny finally 
crossed a line | couldn't forgive and | was going to kill 
him, believe me | would have killed him... 


(SCP-3440-A1 punches at the air, causing it to spin 
around several times and twist the filaments. SCP-3440- 
Ai lifts its feet in the air and begins to spin in the 
opposite direction as the filaments untwist themselves) 


Oh god. Oh Jesus. This is making me dizzy. | would be 
sick if | wasn't already dead. Where was |? Oh yes, Icky. 


Icky, Icky, Icky, Icky, Icky. | took her in when she was 
nothing, saved her from a family that likely would've 
subjected her to electroshock treatments and an ice-pick 


lobotomy to suppress her deviant desires, and how did 
she repay me? She led an uprising to save the oaf, and 
stole my top hat while she was at it! Figuratively and 
literally! Seriously, who steals a top hat? The two of them 
hucked me into The Darkness Between Dimensions and 
took my Circus for themselves! 


(SCP-3440-A1 tosses its top hat up in the air, and a cane 
falls out of it. SCP-3440-A1 catches the cane and the hat 
lands back upon its head) 


But | escaped, and have been plotting my revenge for all 
these years! It didn't quite work out, as you can see. Now 
I'm strung up for all eternity as the star of my own show; 
Herman Fuller's Marvellously Macabre Mechanical 
Marionette Matinee! Poetic justice, or so they tell me, but 
| can still knock 'em dead! 


Hit it boys! 


(SCP-3440-A1 stands expectantly with its arms raised 
for several seconds before dropping them and looking 
around in apparent agitation) 


| said...oh goddamn it, those goody-two-shoes actually 
unhooked the band too? Okay, no big deal, | can do this 
A cappella (clears throat). 


(during this performance, the track system jerks 
SCP-3440-A1 around in time with the melody, with 
SCP-3440-A1 always attempting to move in the opposite 
direction and often pantomiming to the lyrics) 


Welcome, Welcome, Ladies and Gents. 
To a show | hope you'll never forget 
Watch as | dance this avant-garde minuet 
As a merry, merry marionette 
Oh a merry, merry, marionette 


To be held by strings is a very fine thing 
In fact, | could dream of nothing finer 


Strung from this grand machine of my very own dreams 
Truly, I'm an ingenious designer 
Though it's quite the feat standing on these feet 
But I'd hate for you to think I'm a whiner 
I'll stand proud and tall and dance for you all 
But golly, what I'd give for a recliner 


It ain't easy being a one-man string quartet 
My clothes are soaked in a very cold sweat 
I'd sell my own mother for one cigarette 
That's life as a merry, merry, marionette 
Oh, a merry, merry, marionette 


My body's stone cold, but I'll never grow old 
And I'm spared from the eternal hellfire 
I'm safe and sound, though forever earthbound 

And displayed for all to admire 

My soul | sold, my corpse does what it's told 
Controlled by these foul wires 

| feel every tug, but my brain's unplugged 
My situation is certainly dire 


Of my old self, I'm a mere silhouette 
They took every penny of my old assets 
To be perfectly frank, I'm very upset 
To be a merry, merry marionette 
Oh, a merry, merry, marionette 


Can't you see, this wasn't supposed to be me! 
These strings were meant for my underlings! 
They would live in fear of their puppeteer! 

A living death, unable to draw breath, enslaved to the 
whim of their King! 

But alas, | was foiled, | wasted my toil 
| should've got the hell out of town 
Instead here I've been hung, mummified and strung 
All 'cuz of Icky, the Magic Clown, and the Man Whose 
Face is Upside-Down. 


I've lost a rigged game of Russian Roulette 
Forced to perform forever to pay off my debts 


If | ever get free, I'll be hellbent 
On making them my merry merry marionettes* 
Oh, merry merry marionettes 


Well Essie, I'm afraid that's the end of your personalized 
show, but don't worry; there's plenty more acts on those 
cylinders. Feel free to play them all as many times as 
you want. Repeatability is crucial for science, I've heard, 
and | deserve nothing less. 


Au Revoir, mon cher Essie. 


(SCP-3440-A1 blows the audience a kiss, takes a bow, 
and then falls limp and is supported only by its metallic 
filaments) 


Testing has shown that when SCP-3440-B is active without an 
instance of SCP-3440-C loaded into the thaumaphone, SCP-3440- 
A1 will produce a series of inarticulate screams. These screams 
vary each time and are not believed to be pre-recorded. This could 
indicate that SCP-3440-A1 retains some degree of control over its 
body, though if it is a Sheldon Class soul-trap that should be 
impossible. During these episodes, there is a noticeable increase in 
aspect radiation from SCP-3440-A1, as well as an average Hume 
rating of . Research into this phenomenon is ongoing. 


Incident 3440-01: On 10/31/20 . At : PM, when SCP-3440-B was 
both unpowered and inactive, SCP-3440-A1 was observed to laugh 
of its own accord for approximately thirty seconds, and then sing 
"I've Got No Strings" from Disney's Pinnochio. After this event 
SCP-3440-A1 was unresponsive to questions or stimuli, but it has 
since often been observed tracking researchers with its eyes while 
smiling. 


As a result of this development, SCP-3440 has had its Object Class 
upgraded to Euclid. 


Footnotes 

1. Information which is selectively memetic or antimemetic 
depending on the nature of the recipients or circumstances. Gol-233 
is believed to make extensive use of pretermemetic defences. 


2. The Man with the Upside-Down Face, real identity unknown. 

3. Icky the Magic Clown, believed to have originally been a girl 
named Veronica Mason of , , Who was reported missing July 
19th, 19 . 

4. The electro-thaumic waves on the cylinder do not precisely match 
up with these two lines. It should also be noted that SCP-3440-A1's 
voice abruptly changes to be significantly more enraged. 


SCP-3441: Probability Trees 


Item #: SCP-3441 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: Site-66 cryogenically freezes all 
seeds produced by SCP-3441. An SCP-3441 orchard is located 
within Site-66 and maintains a current total of 131 SCP-3441 
instances. 


Every month SCP-3441 instances are to be harvested for their 
leaves which are to be refined into Red-Wisp class substances. 
Red-Wisp class substances are to be stored in excess at Site-66. 


Description: SCP-3441 is an organism of the genus Camellia, most 
closely related to Camellia sinensis.1 SCP-3441 instances are 
visually similar to C. sinensis beside red discoloration of the leaves. 
Discoloration is due to presence of Substance PR-O11. 


Substance PR-O11 is a relatively chemically inert substance which, 
when ingested, induces a localized reality-bending effect in the 
subject. When ingested, Substance PR-O11 has a half-life of two 
hours. 


Substance PR-O11's reality altering effects occur as a probability 
deviation against expected results/values. Probabilities tend towards 
equal distribution, correlated with the exponential consumption of 
Substance PR-O11. 


Addendum A: 


Person of Interest Report: Viraj Singh 


Birth Name: Viraj Singh 
Title: Dr 


Profession: Medical Doctor 
Associated Persons: