[Note: At this point, four additional cultists were 
being interviewed within the same wing of the 
site as this interview.] 


Dr. Sandu: How do you "feel them" without 
hardware to send and receive messages? 
According to our x-rays, which lit up like a 
Christmas tree, by the way, you have several 
transmitting devices implanted into your 
cranium. Devices which are currently non- 
functional. 


POI-7154: There is no need for hardware. We 
are connected through the unreality. 


Dr. Sandu: How are you connected? What is 
“unreality"? 


POI-7154: You are in unreality right now. The 
lies, the expunged, the hidden? The unreality 
is pervasive, and you perpetuate it. SCP-2660. 


Dr. Sandu: That designation is classified. 


POI-7154: Don't you see? Classification, 
redaction, it's all useless. The omnipresent is 
the truth. It has come from the true place, and 
it is pure, unbridled information, a connection 
between all who have beheld it. The Signal. 


Dr. Sandu: Your Signal... your god. 


POI-7154: Doctor Gabriel Sandu. Your people, 
you have it now. So long as you have it, it will 
become a part of you. It will unite you, as it has 
united my people. 


Dr. Sandu: And what happens when we are 
"united"? 


POI-7154: Then we pierce the veil. All of us. 
Together. 


[POI-7154 begins tapping the table in a pattern 
similar to the vibrations originating from 
SCP-2660. Dr. Sandu is quietly informed of the 


risk of cognitohazardous influence.] 
Dr. Sandu: This interview is... concluded. 


[POI-7154 does not speak, instead increasing 
the intensity of the pounding as the interview is 
concluded.] 


<End Log> 


SHOW POTENTIALLY COGNITOHAZARDOUS MATERIAL: Dr. Sanc 


"All information created involving SCP-2660 is 
persistent; it cannot be expunged, redacted, or 
lied about in any way." It cannot be lied about. 


The unreality. The veil. The omnipresent. It 
cannot be lied about. 


The key opens the lock, for keys open locks. 
The screwdriver drives the screw, for 
screwdrivers drive screws. 


A lamp removes darkness, it defines the 
shadows. The ideal lamp makes all things 
definite. It cannot be lied about. It is definite in 
every way, in every world, every universe. 
Reality and unreality, the veil in between. 
Omnipresent. 


It is the light by which the darkness is 
extinguished. The ambiguous made definite. It 
cannot be lied about. 


Our world is nothing but a shadow. 


Addendum 2660-1: Following the events of Interview 7154, all 
persons who had previously been directly exposed to SCP-2660 
were detained and placed in quarantine pending further review of 
SCP-2660's containment procedures. Dr. Sandu was detained 


SCP-301: Teleporter 


Item #: SCP-301 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-301 is to be kept ina 
secure, electromagnetically sealed bunker buried under at least ten 
meters of earth to conceal its location. The bunker is to be staffed by 
no fewer than four level three security personnel at all times in order 
to secure the site and to maintain automated security measures. 
The perimeter of the bunker is to be lined with a chain-link fence 
with official warnings to deter intruders. Due to the remote location 
of SCP-301, additional security is not required. 


During experimentation, all research staff and equipment must 
maintain a minimum distance of at least three meters from the 
projected edge of SCP-301. 


In the event of a containment breach, on-site personnel with the 
proper security clearance are authorized to implement emergency 
protocol C-301. All possible entrances to the bunker will 
automatically seal themselves and remain sealed indefinitely. 
Emergency protocol C-301 can only be countermanded by an O5 
level command. 


Description: SCP-301 is an anomalous region roughly three meters 
in diameter located in the middle of National Park. Whenever 
physical matter enters SCP-301, it temporarily disappears from 
existence. Following a delay of variable length, the matter that had 
entered SCP-301 will appear in another location. The duration of this 
time delay is variable, with a minimum length of seconds anda 
maximum length of | minutes. The exact destination appears to be 
a random vertex point on a geodesic grid overlaying the Earth’s 
surface. Each leg of this pattern is approximately 20 km long, 
resulting in possible destination points. 


following an attempt to break protocol and communicate with 
affected persons. As the limits of what constitutes "knowledge" of 
SCP-2660 are not fully understood, all information on the current 
status of quarantined persons is hereby restricted to personnel with 
express clearance from Level 4 personnel of the Foundation 
memetics department. 


Footnotes 

1. "Line of sight to SCP-2660" is defined as the ability to draw an 
unobstructed line between any point on the person or object in 
question to any point on SCP-2660's surface. 

2. Humans who speak different languages will give consistent 
responses within their own language, synonymous with other- 
language responses. 

3. Humes measure the strength of reality in a given area, with 1 
Hume being average in unaltered space. 

4. The SERS is an experimental tool meant to lower the Hume count 
of space in a sphere with a ten meter radius, centered on the SERS. 
In layman's terms, the SERS functions by siphoning reality from its 
surroundings and centralizing it inside the device. The effects 
reverse upon deactivation. 

5. While many orders of the Church of the Broken God believe in a 
deity with a fractured physical body, the Maxwellist sect worships a 
deity composed of information and believes that this deity manifests 
through human connectivity. As such, the internet and other global 
communication networks are of particular interest to Maxwellist 
worshippers. 


« SCP-2659 | SCP-2660 | SCP-2661 » 


SCP-2661: The Hoof Diary 


Item #: SCP-2661 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2661 has not been 
contained, but efforts are ongoing to identify the source of its 
manufacture. SCP-2661 -Alpha is contained on site at its location 
10 km south of Ames, lowa. The land and construction were seized 
under eminent domain using the cover story that they represent a 
biological hazard requiring quarantine. Level 2 security is to be 
maintained. SCP-2661-Beta is at-large and presumed active. 


Description: SCP-2661 is an illegal street drug known variously as 
‘asterion’, 'zezna’, and ‘tojkef'. SCP-2661 began surfacing in late 
2014 in Asia Minor and has since made its way to North Africa, 
Europe, and North America. Street-level dealers have proven 
useless in discovering its source. Even under strenuous 
interrogation they have proven ignorant of how they came into 
possession of it. Tissue samples have revealed that they had been 
administered amnestics in the past 90 days. 


Typically smoked, SCP-2661 behaves as a psychedelic and 
stimulant, producing a very short lasting experience typified by a 
feeling of euphoria accompanied by vivid hallucinations. SCP-2661 
is highly addictive, with a dependence potential comparable to 
heroin. Spectrographic analysis has proven contradictory and 
inconclusive. 


Of note is the unusual degree of agreement between users of the 
drug in the kinds of imagery experienced: highly recursive 
geometries, marked by proliferating angles and avenues. After using 
the drug even for a short time, the desire to recall these experiences 
becomes pronounced, typically leading users to attempt elaborate, 
highly detailed reproductions. Failure to yield to these compulsions 
(when, for instance, confined or under medical care) produces a 


sharp sense of anxiety or dread. Amnestics have proven only 
partially successful in addressing these symptoms. The obsessional 
effects are distinct from the more conventional physical withdrawal 
produced when the drug itself is unavailable. Those have proven 
amenable to conventional addiction therapies i.e. counseling, 12- 
step programs, Ayahuasca, etc. 


Roughly 1 in 1,000 users suffer an atypical reaction. This group is 
characterized by a difficulty achieving REM sleep, a manic 
concentration, and an almost savant-like ability to recall and 
articulate the drug experience. This group is at great risk of dying 
due to sleep-deprivation and exhaustion motivated by their desire to 
work on their reproductions without interruption. 


Recovery Log: SCP-2661-Alpha — one of such reproductions — 
spans over 70 acres of farmland. It consists of intricate alley-ways 
and corridors constructed with ad hoc materials such as plywood, 
cardboard, stone sheeting and other detritus. The owner of the 
farmland, a Mr. James __, appears to have built it over the course 
of 100 days. Local authorities became concerned for the man's well- 
being, but no action was taken as he appeared lucid and cheerful 
when questioned and appeared to pose no danger to himself or 
others. He maintained that, being of advanced age, he had decided 
to devote what time he had left to an artistic endeavor that might 
outlive him. Foundation agents interceded when reports surfaced 
that his butchered remains had been discovered by a census taker. 


Footage recovered from surveillance cameras on the property show 
that on September 8th, 2015, a boviform humanoid emerged from 
the construction. The entity (classified SCP-2661-Beta) then 
consumed Mr. over the course of several hours. Mr. put up 
no resistance, though he appeared in great pain. After he expired, 
the entity dug a make-shift grave and deposited his remains in it. It 
then knelt besides the grave for a period of 45 minutes, after which it 
fled. 


Foundation agents discovered that the the construction's walls bore 
marks made in blood, apparently measured out at regular intervals 
with the remains of Mr. _ 's intestines. Their purpose remains 
unknown. The entity in question has not been sighted since. 


Further review of Mr. __'s remains revealed a symbol engraved in 
his skull (reproduced above). Its significance is unknown. 


Addendum: The following are excerpts recovered from Mr. __'s 
diary: 


+ open 
April 29th 


...and the Mediterranean | miss most of all. | 
shouldn't have waited so long. April is the 
perfect month, before the heat becomes 
exhausting. I'll always remember the kindness 
of my Moroccan hosts. | was touched by the 
parcel they gave me. As promised | didn't 
open it til | got home. Beautiful figurines, fresh 
dates, Maghrebi mint tea, and the book I'd said 
| admired, a first edition of The Sheltering Sky. 
How funny of their teenager to include some 
kif. | suppose | could have gotten some 
attention from the TSA. That's the advantage 
of old age. Nobody looks twice at a 75 year old 
man. | must remember to write them a thank 
you note. Maybe I'll try the kif this weekend. | 
haven't smoked cannabis in 30 years. | 
wonder when I'll find the time to go back... 


May 5th 


...that was a nasty surprise. Goddamn him. 
Whatever | smoked was for Christ's sake not 
kif. | tripped for 24 hours. Still coming down off 
of it. The visuals were intense. They're still 
running through my mind... 


May 7th 


.../f | had to actually live off the land I'd starve. 
| can't even keep the modest vegetable garden 
in shape. Not sure of what the locals must 


make of me, a city dweller retiring to a farm. 
Still can't get any writing done. I'm still messed 
up from the kif... 


May 9th 


...| still can't work. | can't get the hallucinations 
out of my head. So intricate. Like a Cubist 
mandala. Fathomless. Defiant of 
characterization. I've been trying to paint them, 
see if | can just get them in front of me on 
canvas. 


May 13th 


...felt strange. Sharper. My sleep's been off. 
Don't seem to need as much of it anymore. 
Probably age. The painting is glorious. 
Discovering more and more about the Vision 
as | get more of it down. I'm amazed how well | 
can remember it. Not like the experiences | 
had on LSD in college. So intricate. So 
definite. 


May 14th 


...when | had a Revelation. I've been 
confusing Figure and Ground. Must abandon 
the canvas in favor of some concrete attempt, 
a sculpture maybe. Never thought | had an 
inclination for this. | guess their Moroccan 
teenager knew what he was doing. Must 
remember to write them that note.... 


May 19th 


...for this first time since | started this, | took a 
break. Worked twelve hours straight and went 
to bed, but woke up a few hours later unable to 
go back to sleep. | don't know why | was so 
anxious. | can't keep up this pace. Maybe try 


to do some writing instead. 
May 22nd 


...and felt awful. | had a picnic over at the 
stream and couldn't relax. Felt like | was being 
watched. Dreadful. All that seems to relax me 
is revisiting the Vision. I'm not sure if I'm going 
mad or not. Good thing there was so little kif. | 
find I've been craving it. 


June 1st 


...haven't had much time to write. I'm 
exhausted. Forgot to buy groceries. Will have 
them delivered. | need lumber. Lots of it. I'll try 
the dump tomorrow. May have to hire some 
summer kids to help. 

I'm reminded of Richard Dreyfuss in Close 
Encounters. Or Kevin Costner in Field of 
Dreams. But I'm not worried. Shouldn't | be 
worried at not being worried? 


That was strange. | just went blank there for 
about an hour. Not sure where | went. Came- 
to with the realization. What I'm working 
dwarfs my writing. My novels have meant 
nothing to no one. They're Trivial. Puerile. 
Meretricious. This is my true work. This will be 
my testament. 


June 17th 


...hired two dozen kids last week from the high 
school that the principal recommended. Told 
him I'm working on an art project. They're good 
kids and work hard. | give them lunch and they 
seem happy. Its going well. | am content. | 
seem normal. 


July 28th 


Had a visit from a councilman. He brought a 
police officer. Probably a good idea to show 
my face around town once in a while. Spread 
some money around and buy some good will. 
While | talked to them and served them coffee, 
| felt like | was existing on two tracks at once. 
On track one: | am genial, make self-effacing 
jokes, respond disarmingly to their concerns. 
On track two: | am dreaming awake. The 
Vision accompanies me there, overlaid on their 
dull faces like a Veil. | am a bird of prey. | will 
leap from the sky and tear their features from 
their skulls, never once interrupting their 
childish prattling, their inanities. It's strange 
living as two people at once. One a mask worn 
to keep the the profane world at bay. And 
beneath the mask: a resolute countenance. 
Contemplative. Patient. Awaiting instruction 
from the Divine. 


August 10th 


Had a glorious dream last night. Hadn't 
thought of these things since | abandoned the 
church as a kid. In it, Christ appeared to me. 
He gave me the sweetest, kindest smile. He 
said that | will be with Him soon. He had 
traveled so far and underwent such hardships, 
such weariness. | knew what | must do. | 
carved pieces from my flesh and served them 
to Him. | opened my veins and let Him drink. 


The ritual of Communion is prideful, 
backwards, peasant ramblings. How could we 
imagine eating of His flesh and drinking of His 
blood? Blasphemous hubris. We must do the 
offering. That we may live forever. In Him. 


September 4th 


...I'ts almost done. I've let the kids go, with a 


generous bonus and my sincere gratitude. The 
rest | can do on my own. It will be soon now. | 
can smell Him in my dreams. The stench of 
His flanks. The sweat from His hide. | can see 
his sweet, kind smile before me. His wide 
smile. May He deign to accept my humble 
offering. 


May | be His succor 
and His sustenance. 


May | kneel before Him 
and serve Him always. 


His morsel, His sweet-meat, 
His consort, His bride, 


His handhoofmaiden 


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