I've been here for a little over 2 months now. 
Not that much changes, as it turns out. A 
couple of new people showed up, same story 
as the rest of us. Nice little trip to Ikea and 
suddenly they're trapped in Billy Bookcase's 
House of Faceless Weirdos. The staff attack 
the Exchange once or twice a week. We kill 
them and haul their bodies off, sometimes they 
hurt some of us first. They killed a guy called 
Jared a couple of weeks back. It was awful, 
frankly. Turns out regular humans still bleed in 
here, even if the staff don't. We tried our best, 
but none of us are doctors. 


Jared was a good guy. He deserved better. 
We all do. 


It occurred to me a couple of days after that, 
none of us were really looking for a way out of 
here. | don't even know where we'd start. 


One of those quad copter things with a camera 
attached buzzed passed Exchange today. | 
thought it meant that someone was finally 
looking for us, that help was on the way. 


Apparently it's not the first time this has 
happened, though. Same thing happened a 
few months ago, and everyone is still here. 


No idea if it saw us, it didn't stop if it did. Just 
kept flying until we could no longer see it. 


Note: Based on recovery time of the journal, this entry 
appears to line up approximately with our first successful 
test piloting a drone inside SCP-3008-1. Analysis of 
footage shows a walled settlement under a sign labelled 
"Exchange and Returns". Attempts to relocate the 
settlement failed. Origin of previously sighted drones is 
unknown. 


| started talking to people about the stuff they 
miss from home during dinner today. Probably 
not the best idea I've ever had, everyone 
seemed pretty down after. A bunch of people 
here have families. Husbands and wives, kids. 
Dogs. Franklin apparently has a pet llama, 
though I'm not sure | buy that. 


But apparently some of the people here have 
some seriously odd gaps in their knowledge. 3 
of them had never heard of the International 
Space Station, 2 of them seemed to think 

was the Prime Minister, and one of them 
had apparently never heard of the Statue of 
Liberty. | believe them, too. They seemed just 
as confused as the rest of us. 


The more | thought about it though, the more it 
started to explain a few things. What if the 
reason no one is looking for all us missing 
people is because we haven't all come from 
the same place. This is going to sound weird 
(maybe that should be the motto for this place) 
but what if all the people here have come from 
different dimensions? Realities? Whatever you 
call it. I've seen enough TV shows to know the 


drill. Sarah comes from a place where there is 
no Statue of Liberty. They didn't launch a 
space station where Wasim is from. If 
everyone here came from different places, 
even from ones that seem identical, there'd be 
no huge missing persons panic. No mass 
search. We'd just be a blip, a single missing 
person in a world of non-stop news. 


Well. That was a fun train of thought. 


Just realised that yesterday was the six month 
anniversary of my arrival here. | wonder if Ikea 
sells party hats. The routine around here has 
remained more or less the same. More new 
folk show up, one every couple of weeks or so. 
Food supplies go up and down, but we've 
never actually had a major shortage. 
Occasionally we get a visitor from one of the 
nearby towns, usually Checkouts or Aisle 630. 
We check in with each other from time to time, 
occasionally trade supplies if someone gets 
particularly low on something. It's comforting, 
in a way. A reminder that we aren't alone in 
here, some small glimmer of civilisation. 
Sometimes they bring medical supplies. 
Apparently there's a pharmacy a few towns 
down from Checkouts that gets restocked 
every now and then, so they share out what 
they can. I've never heard of an Ikea witha 
pharmacy before but at this point | wouldn't be 
surprised if Someone stumbled on an Ikea 
Organ Harvesting Lab. Would certainly explain 
the staff. 


Speaking of our faceless jailers, their attacks 
have been getting worse lately. 3 or 4 times a 
week now, with twice as many staff as there 
used to be. No idea where they all come from, 
or why the attacks have increased. We tried 


following one of them during the day a few 
weeks ago, me and Sarah. Wanted to see if 
they lead back to a staff room or something. 
Didn't seem to go anywhere though, just 
randomly walked through the aisles. We had to 
turn back before we found anything. 


We've been reinforcing the walls, trying to arm 
ourselves better. Certainly no lack of materials 
to use. Wasim has been making more 
crossbows, but it's pretty slow going. 


Too bad Ikea doesn't sell guns. 


Note: No new personnel have entered SCP-3008 at 
Site- in the time span indicated in this entry. 


The attacks are getting bad now. Almost every 
night, and with so many staff that the bodies 
almost pile high enough for others to climb the 
walls. | think we're in real trouble here. 


Exchange is 


| think Exchange is done. We got hit pretty bad 
last night. Not many casualties, but the wall is 
wrecked. We finally figured out why the attacks 
had been escalating, too. A box of supplies 
had a chunk of one of the staff in there. No 
idea how it happened but apparently a piece of 
One will draw them as well as a full body. Too 
late now in any case, there's too many bodies 
for us to haul away and still have time to fix the 
wall before night. Candace has called a 
meeting. | suspect there will be talk of 
abandoning Exchange, maybe try and get 
shelter at Checkouts or something. 


It's already getting late though. | don't think 
we'll have time to make it. Maybe some of us 
will. | was fine for that first week out in the 


dark, after all. But then, how often can | keep 
getting lucky. 


I'm only writing this for a sense of closure, | 
guess. For me, or for anyone who finds this. If 
this is the final entry here, | hope whoever is 
reading this is doing so from outside of this 
place. 


My biggest fear? If | do die tonight, I'll just 
wake up here again in the morning. 


Note: This is the last entry. It is assumed that while 
attempting to reach the "Checkouts" settlement he was 
separated from the rest of his group by a pursuing 
SCP-3008-2 instance and happened upon the exit. 


SCP-3009: A Task Force in King Author's Court 


Item Number: SCP-3009 
Object Class: Neutralized 


Special Containment Procedures: Site-3009 has been established 
around SCP-3009. Should SCP-3009 reactivate, the full company- 
force of MTF Tau-5 (Samsara) is to be immediately deployed to 
contain the anomaly. Support elements are to form a defensive 
perimeter and halt the advancement of SCP-3009-A, while the 
Samsara squad is to enter and close the anomaly. 


Description: SCP-3009 is a deep, linear fissure in , Wales 
which produced several hundred humanoid entities (SCP-3009-A) 
per hour from the southern point of the fissure, beginning several 
hours after its initial manifestation. 


SCP-3009-A were humanoids of of variable age and gender. They 
emerged from SCP-3009 either nude, or dressed in clothing 
consistent with serfs of the High Medieval Period. Their heads were 
engorged, and filled with an unidentifiable liquid that eliminated any 
matter it came into contact with. Furthermore, heads of the 
instances would easily rupture and explode, complicating physical 
containment measures and close-quarters combat. 


The instances were belligerent and hostile, and neither cooperated 
nor communicated with one another. Notably, upon exiting 
SCP-3009, instances would invariably travel due north. 


History: Initial containment was achieved shortly after SCP-3009's 
activation. A containment team was already present at the location, 
due to the fissure's appearance being consistent with the 
manifestation pattern of SCP-__. Twelve personnel were killed when 
SCP-3009-A first emerged. Containment Liaison Lucius 

contacted nearby Site-657, which deployed its personal security 
detachment. MTF Nu-7 arrived several hours later, and led the 


defensive against SCP-3009-A. 


After several weeks of engagement, it became clear that there was 
a pattern to SCP-3009-A's emergence, with a predictable fifteen- 
minute lull in activity every six hours. Ground troops engaging 
SCP-3009-A noticed that the first several waves of SCP-3009-A 
were identical in appearance after each lull. 


It was decided by the Site Directors’ Executive Committee of the 
Whole that neutralization would be attempted during a lull in activity. 


RESTRICTED L4/Samsara EYES ONLY 


+Enter Credentials 


synciD: SHughes 
Password: Jone 


- Access Granted. Welcome, Captain Hughes. 


Neutralization log. 


Members of MTF Tau-5 ("Samsara") entered SCP-3009 at 14:52 on 
5/9/2018. 


Exploration Team: MTF Tau-5 ("Samsara") 
Overwatch: Captain Hughes 


Team Members: Sergeant Irantu (Lead), Corporal 
Munru, Specialist Nanku, Specialist Onru 


<Begin Log> 


[Video feed begins with Samsara standing outside 
SCP-3009]. 


OW: Mic check, team. 


SGT Irantu: It is functioning, yes. 


CPL Munru: Check. 
SPC Nanku: Check. 
SPC Onru: Check. 


OW: Alright, team. You need to get inside the fissure. 
Relay your findings back to base. 


Munru: Exactly how long... until the dash A's return? 
OW: You have just under ten minutes. 

lrantu: That leaves little time for us to waste. 

OW: Excellent. Break a leg out there, team! 

Onru: Is that an... order? 

OW: I— 

Munru: | volunteer Nanku. All in favor? 

lrantu: Focus, team! On my mark. 


[The team jumps into fissure. Upon reaching the bottom, 
they travel for approximately 10 meters prior to 
vanishing. The troopers’ feeds continue to transmit, 
though they aren't able to receive communications from 
command.] 


[POV from Munru's head-cam: The squad is standing 
within a wooded area, enclosed in an iridescent, 
translucent dome.] 

Nanku: Well, that's odd. 

lrantu: Strange. Looks... like a giant bubble. 


Nanku: Do you think we can pop it? 


Onru: Let's see. 


[Onru approaches the dome, extends a hand and inserts 
her index finger. ] 


Onru: Nope. Tickles though. 


[Onru withdraws her hand, which spurts a jet of blood. 
Her finger is absent.] 


Onru: Oh. I... enjoyed that finger. 


Munru: It appears as if we are stuck. Overwatch, do you 
copy? 


Munru: Captain Hughes, do you read me? 
Onru: Are we on our own? 


lrantu: Seems so. At any rate, we need to get moving. 
We'll need to get closer to the source of the disruption if 
we're to— 


[A loud moaning can be heard. An instance of 
SCP-3009-A is crawling on the ground towards the team. 
Its body below the waist is missing. Nanku fires upon it, 
killing the instance and causing a small portion of the 
terrain around it to be eliminated.] 


Munru: | don't see any... more. 
Onru: Uh. Problem. 


[From Onru's cam: A magenta column of raw thaumic 
energy has appeared in the distance, visible over the 
treetops. A flash of light pulses from it, and rapidly 
expands to fill the area. Before the team can react, the 
light passes over the team. Visibility is momentarily 
reduced. ] 


lrantu: [Rubbing his eyes.] Everyone alright? 


Onru: Look! | got... my finger back! 


Nanku: Wow. You actually sounded pretty... happy. Try 
to smile, or grin next time. That's usually what happy... 
people do. 


Onru: Oh, thanks! /Furrows her brow and grimaces] Like 
this? 


Irantu: No. You need to move the corners of your mouth 
up more. It can be tricky, but- 


Munru: Hey! What happened to the body? 


[Munru approaches the spot where the SCP-3009-A 
instance was terminated. The item's remains are absent, 
and the ground is intact.] 


Onru: Did everything reset? 

Nanku: Ooo! A time-loop. That's a first. 

Munru: Then they're not being generated. 

Onru: That means we're in here with all of them, now. 


[From lrantu's cam: Movement can be seen in the 
distance. ] 


lrantu: Weapons ready. 
[Squad draws their firearms. 


Dozens of SCP-3009-A rapidly close in. Samsara 
engages with surgical precision. Instances are incapable 
of coming within 40 meters of the team. After several 
minutes of combat, the approaching force increases in 
number, forming a dense crowd.] 


lrantu: We aren't going to accomplish... anything like 
this. Get ready to move. We'll punch right up the middle. 


Onru: Agreed. The remaining squads can handle... the 
leftovers as they emerge in baseline. 


It's holed up in there. It got De Aunaign. Over. 

C. Johnson: Casualty? 

L. O'Denn: Mangled leg, sir. We scared the in there 
with the flamethrower, don't think it's coming out. Are 
they fixing the power yet? Over. 

C. Johnson: Forget about that, O'Denn. Tell Von Hower 
to keep his flamer trained on the door. Hornet, can you 
hear me? Over. 

L. McShaugn: Loud and clear, sir. 

C. Johnson: Forget the rendezvous. Relocate to Lab 8, 
don't engage yet. Copy? 

L. McShaugn: Going (interrupted by loud noise) my 
grandmother! What was that?! Aidelare, do you see 
anything?! Over! 

Flamer Aidelare: (Extensive swearing) There's another 
one of those in here! Second containment breach, 
commander! 

C. Johnson: Has it seen you? Over. 

F. Aidelare: | don't reckon, sir. 

C. Johnson: Good. Try to keep it that way. Perts, how 
many of those things did they keep in here? 

C.M Perts: (Relays question to contact.) Eight, sir. 

C. Johnson: Good God. Okay, tell'em" the 
preservation and detonate the gas charges". 

C.M Perts: They uh, they can't, sir. 

C. Johnson: Why the __ not, Perts? 

[DATA EXPUNGED] 

L. O'Denn: So we're all three days from Sunday. 
Good to know. Orders, commander? 

C. Johnson: ‘em all and burn it down, O'Denn. Tell 
Von Hower and Aidelare to set fire to Lab 8, then split up 
and do a sweep of the area. Neutralize all hostile 
centipede : 

L. O'Denn: Copy that. 

C. Johnson: Perts, still no contact with Blackfly? 

C.M Perts: Blackfly, report in. 

(Radio silence) 

C.M Perts: No Blackfly. 

C. Johnson: | gathered, Perts. Alright, O'Denn, status 
repo- 


Irantu: No, you stay here. Destroy... as many as 
possible before they get Earth-side. The rest of you, on 
me. 


[From Onru's cam: lrantu charges the instances, followed 
by Nanku and Munru. The team alternates between 
sprinting and firing upon the instances before 
disappearing from view in the woods. The remainder of 
Onru's feed consists of her engaging the encroaching 
instances. 


Onru manages to dispatch over a hundred instances with 
her primary firearm, 57 with a service pistol, and several 
thousand upon deploying her 5.56mm rotary auto-canon. 
Due the destruction of most of her body to deploy said 
weapon, Onru is rendered immobile, and is overtaken 
upon the expenditure of available ammunition. ] 


[From Nanku's cam: Instances of SCP-3009-A seem to 
ignore the squad, and continue past them towards the 
point of entry; Onru can be heard engaging the instances 
in the distance. 


The team heads deeper into the woods, where the 
numbers of SCP-3009-A begin to thin out. Munru fires 
upon an SCP-3009-A as it runs past SGT Irantu. Its head 
bursts, releasing fluid which eliminates the upper half of 
lrantu’s body, and eats through several areas across 
Munru's face and chest.] 


Munru: Oh, no. 


Nanku: Accidents happen. The two of us are enough to 
handle this. 


Munru: Not him. My warding implant... [He motions 
towards a hole in the center of his forehead, 
approximately 2 cm in diameter and deep enough to 
expose the bone. He digs his finger into the hole and 
feels around inside.] ...it seems to have been 
compromised. 


Nanku: Are you good to continue? 
[Munru nods.