assistant, it being christened the "Olympia Project". | was actually 
hoping for it to be named after the Chimera, but | guess being 
named after Olimpia from E.T. Hoffman's "Der Sandmann" isn't so 
bad either. High Command aren't exactly entirely sure about exactly 
what I'm doing in this project but as long as I'm getting all this 
research done, they don't seem to care, unless | blow this place up. 


03/12/2008 

My interaction today with the extractor is something that was... 
unnerving to say the least. | still cannot believe what has happened. 
The composite soul... Subject Zero... despite that it does not want 
to be called that, | have nothing else to call it until it chooses a new 
moniker. | had never even once thought that something like this 
would occur when | started even that part of the project. | may have 
fostered something that will have an effect on the course of history 
far beyond what | can expect. | may have gone a little bit too far just 
for an assistant. 


| had lunch with Emma today. Well, make believe tea, with plastic 
cutlery and several of her creations rather than dolls. | had to explain 
to her in her own terms what | was trying to do. | was trying to make 
myself a friend, although | didn't have the abilities that she did to 
make one, so I'd need her help. She was a little apprehensive when 
| told her exactly what she'd be doing in order to help me, but a few 
more bribes of chocolate and she was more than willing to go on 
with me. Sometimes I'm grateful that she's just a child and has no 
real concept of what she's doing to other human beings, or what will 
happen to them afterward. But it does make me feel the slightest 
bad inside, for having manipulated her, and for leaving this stain on 
her consciousness for the day she realises what she's done. Bah, if 
only Clef could hear me now. | hate being like this. | hate thinking 
he's right. 


| still haven't made my selection of D-Class Personnel, and the 
coordinators of the site are really breathing down my neck. I've held 
up the entire experiment process for the rest of the site for the past 
three days, and they're getting more behind schedule than normal. | 
heard some mentions of "tarring and feathering" so I've resolved to 
make absolutely sure that | select them tomorrow. 


I've been going over the makeshift instructions for the disassembler 


that Agatha had written after her experiments with it. | must say, it 
really does seem to be capable of some interesting things, although 
it seems almost as if she omitted certain things. I'll have to talk to 
her about it at length. Pick her brain about it, so to speak. 


Speaking of which, | really must speak to Gears about the 
clockworks when | next see him. It really does factor in heavily with 
my little project, and there really isn't an instruction manual besides 
the experiment logs. | doubt if there's anyone in the world who 
knows more about that thing than he does. 


Maybe the three of us could have lunch at some point... 


04/12/2008 

Subject Zero has taken to following me around. | can't see it, and it 
doesn't register on any scanners or anything, but | can feel it ina 
similar way to the way | feel the walker in my head. Its strange, 
because | can feel it observing my thoughts, my feelings, the inner 
workings of my mind. I'm naked beneath its mental stare, and not 
just because my hair is only just starting to grow back. | don't like 
being this vulnerable to anyone, ever, so I've tried to explain to it the 
idea of personal privacy, but considering its an entity that almost 
literally has its heart on its sleeve, it's been slow going. 


| chose the subjects today for the project. One of them, who 
probably had a rough idea of what was going to happen, spat in the 
face of guard escorting them, calling him a freak, a monster for 
doing this to them, that the only difference between us and them is 
that they were caught. While it was physically directed at the guard, | 
can't help but feel that it was truly directed towards me. It's another 
one of those small reminders that I'm using people, rather than lab 
animals. Just another damn thing | have to repress. 


| managed to have a sit down with Gears today. He was in Bio- 
Research Area-12 for some reason or the other, I'm not exactly sure 
why, but the point of the matter is that we got talking. | told him 
about the project | would be doing, and he clarified how I'd have to 
use the clockworks. | won't be able to use it in the way i planned. 
Instead of using each singular organ, I'm going to have to alter the 
entire subject, then hope | get the result | was looking for... This 
seems like it might be a little tedious. And expensive in terms of test 


subjects. 


The tools are almost done. I'm not sure if it's loyalty, fear, or the fact 
| paid them extra, but they're really going at it, working flat out to try 
and get them done by tomorrow. Which is good. Very good. | want 
this excavation to go as fast and as smoothly as possible. And that 
should be possible with these tools. 


I'll be utilizing Emma tomorrow if the excavation doesn't get in the 
way, and the reassembly during the weekend. 


09/12/2008 
There was an accident. 


We never realized how brittle the outer shell was, only noting its 
hardness. When we started using the advanced tools, a large 
fragment of it shattered, very violently. Up to four men were hit with 
it. The system locked down instantly once the alarms went off. 


Within five minutes, the infection had spread throughout the entirety 
of the staff interred within the area. Within two hours they had 
utilized all technology inside for their own purposes. Within five 
hours they had broken containment and attempted to infect 
everyone else on site. 


We had to evacuate the entire site in three hours. That included all 
SCP. And the infected... 


It took us three days to lay them down. Three days. Three WHOLE 
days in which there was no research done, another twenty five 
people were killed or infected and cost over four million in damages. 
We're still cleaning up the biomass. 


To say this was catastrophic is an understatement. 


So now, because of all this, | have three O5's on my ass, laying the 
blame for this at my feet having lobbied for excavation so much. Not 
to mention the paperwork for the thing has amassed into a pile so 
large, it's in danger of becoming its own sub space dimension. 


Everything I've had going has been put on hold. The projects for the 
entire site have been set back for months, some of them years. The 


only good thing is the amount of strange bio-tech the infected 
engineered. If we're lucky, and if | campaign it correctly, | might just 
get out of this mess better than | started. 


11/12/2008 


Gah... Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork... I'm drowning in the 
goddamn stuff, even with the walker working around the clock 
when | sleep. Evaluation reports, incident reports, repair reports, 
eyewitness interviews, budgets for the Site, letters to employees 
families, files for possible new employees, the list goes on and on 
and on. Makes me wish the fellow who invented bureaucracy is 
burning in hell. Bastard. 


On top of that I've received word of a crazy freak dimension that's 
opened up to some weird alternate version of this world with the 
Foundation, only that everything is hideously wrong, and the 
Foundation is populated by idiots and assholes, where even the D- 
Class personnel are given guns, and SCPs run rampant. Apparently 
doctors Clef and Kondraki are exploring it, and the reports 
they're sending back are both bizarre and frightening. 


I've almost completed the clockworks area of the Olympia Project, 
much to the joy of Subject Zero, (Who still hasn't chosen a name | 
might ada). Still, the processing of raw materials with the clockworks 
is hard and grueling, involving much time and effort on my part, and 
the expenditure of more and more, subjects and pieces of 
equipment. | never thought I'd say this about an experiment session, 
but | want to finish this one as soon as possible. 


Emily is absolutely in fits at me repeatedly "blowing her off". I've tried 
to explain the complexity of the situation, but you know how children 
sometimes are. So, in order to appease her (as well as several other 
SCPs, raise morale, and just generally lower the number of escape 
attempts) I've told her that we would be celebrating Christmas in the 
facility. Since this is her first year here, and she's never been... able 
to celebrate Christmas in her previous life, and so | told her that this 
would be a good one. | even told her about Santa Claus. 


In reality, | was planning to do this thing anyway, but why not use it 
to calm a force of nature while I'm at it too, huh? 


The biomass has finally been fully collected from the excavation 
incident and, although they're trying not to appear it, the higher ups 
are rather interested in the tech that was recovered. Of course, inter 
site politics being what they are, I'm going to make it cost them. For 
the good of humanity of course. Not that some of them would 
understand what that was, even if it bit them on the ass... 


12/12/2008 
Still on the paperwork. Still no end in sight. 


At least | got most of the experimentation with the clockworks 
finished. The machine is interesting, but working with it does take lot 
out of you. You have to be prepared for everything. That includes 
running tests for everything. Because sometimes, it'll give you one 
thing that turns out to be another, such as the time one researcher 
believed he had a device that could reverse time. Instead, it 
somehow sucked it from the air. At least, that's what we think 
happened, as deduced from the notes we found. Ashes aren't 
exactly talkative. 


I'm going to start work with Emily tomorrow. She seems happy about 
it. 


Started making the preparations for whole "Christmas" thing, but 
with between the mass of paperwork and the Olympia Project eating 
all my time, | really only got to devise a gameplan, and even then, it 
was sketchy at best. 


Subject Zero has been around me twenty four seven, and | have to 
say, now that I'm getting kinda used to its (her?) presence, its not 
actually that bad. Like having an imaginary friend that's actually real. 
Apparently it (she?) can feel the thoughts of those around it (her?). 
Fun stuff, although | think it (she?) may be a bit of a gossip. I've 
never heard so many things | didn't want to know about my 
colleagues. Especially those ones about the bread. Coincidentally, 
I'm not eating in the cafeteria again. 


Tales 2 


20,584 


You rest your head against the bus window, briefly closing your 
eyes. The jolts and bumps making your jaw rattle aren't enough to 
distract you. The cool glass doesn't help, either. You can't stop 
thinking about the day. 


Like usual, you arrive late. Mr. Vincent is halfway through the roll so, 
of course, you've missed your name. Everyone laughs as you rush 
in, red-faced from both running and embarrassment. Desperately 
looking round for somewhere to sit, you notice with a sinking feeling 
that all the seats are taken except on Edward's table. You'll have to 
sit next to him. This isn't new, but you can't help yourself hoping 
every day that maybe Kyle will have left you a space, or Harrison. 
Aren't they your friends, after all? 


No, says a voice inside you. You want them to be your friends, but 
they don't want to be yours. No-one wants to be your friend. 


Except Edward, of course. Edward wants to be friends with 
everyone. He beams at you in the way he always does, and honks 
"Want to hear a joke?" in his too-loud voice as you throw your bag 
under the table, shrug out of your jacket, and sit down, trying to get 
your breathing under control. 


"Not right now, Edward,” says Mr. Vincent calmly. "Everyone settle 
down. Now. Samantha Lopez?" 


"Here!" says Samantha brightly. She is sitting at the table one away 
from you, and after answering the teacher, turns to look at you. You 
look away quickly, but she's seen you looking, and turns to Heather 
with a giggle, whispering something. You feel your face warming up 
again as all the girls on the table titter. 


Edward is tugging at your arm. "Why did the cat cross the road?" he 
blares. "Because it farted! Look, | drawed a picture for you!" 


If only you could sink under the desk. Already you can tell this is 
going to be the worst day. 


You sit on one of the benches in a tucked-away corner of the 
playground at recess. Kyle and Harrison don't want to play with you. 
They said that their game of soccer already had enough players, 
and any more would be too many, but you saw that they were 
struggling against Brendan, Ray, and Reese. You swing your legs 
as you try to think what you've done to upset them. 


"Hey!" You look up to see Samantha and Heather walking towards 
you, grinning broadly. "Want to play with us?" calls Heather. 


This is probably a trick, you think to yourself. But you can't quite let 
go of the possibility, so maybe you should see what they want. 


"We were going to play - achoo!" Samantha says, faking a sneeze. 
"Bless you!" says Heather to Samantha, smiling. "Our - achoo!" 


"Something - achoo! - is making me - achoo! - sneeze!" says 
Samantha. "Is it - achoo! - is it him?" 


"It is!" shrieks Heather. "He's got - achoo! - he's got cooties!" 
"Cooties! Achoo! Cooties!" sings Samantha. 


"Quick!" shouts Heather. "Run away before you catch it or - achoo! - 
you'll sneeze your brains out through your nose!" 


You shake your head as they skip away laughing and still pretending 
to sneeze. Why was that funny? Why you? 


You slip down and sit on the floor with your back resting against the 
bench. The loose earth around the base of the bench has a few 
small stones scattered around, and you idly pick them up and start 
tossing them over the fence into the woods that border the school. 
You notice there's a leaf on one of the tree branches which is a 
different colour to the rest, and you aim your stones towards it. It's 
absorbing your interest, peaceful and fun - 


to function as an interface with the rest of SCP-763. To date no 
stimulus has provoked a response from SCP-763-A, other than 
autonomic reflexes and immune system response. 


Since its discovery by the Foundation, SCP-763 has incorporated 
biological material from seven (7) humans (two (2) security 
personnel, one (1) medical technician, three (3) Class-D personnel, 
and Dr. _ ). Direct skin contact with SCP-763 causes tiny barbs to 
hook into the skin and administer a paralytic neurotoxin. AS soon as 
the subject is paralyzed, digestive acids are secreted and begin to 
dissolve the skin where contact was initiated. Once this is done, the 
skin will begin to heal at an accelerated rate, with the subject's skin 
now bonding with SCP-763. This process of dissolving and re- 
healing is repeated over and over with the subject becoming 
progressively more integrated into SCP-763. After a subject is 
mostly absorbed, their organs begin to migrate to different areas, 
taking their place throughout the network as needed. In some cases, 
organs that are seemingly not needed are digested and used for 
additional nutrition. Most subjects have been fully absorbed within 
two months. Dr. _ 's organs did not stop their movement until more 
than three (3) months had passed. Researchers believe that this 
longer time was due to the inner cage around the cluster moving to 
accommodate the addition of Dr. _'s brain. To date this is the only 
time at which a brain has been added, with all others digested. 


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