She led me away from my entourage and into 
the tunnels beneath the prison. By then 
wonder and curiosity had washed away my 
fear. We walked throughout catacombs woven 
of clay and meat before coming to a chamber 
as tall as two scores of men. Arrayed before 
me were hundreds of slaves, craftsmen and 
arcane workers standing around circles of 
chalk and little metal trinkets. The slaves 
walked toward the heart and laid their hands 
upon it. Their bodies would shudder and melt 
like wax. Like water down a funnel, they would 
fall into the mass and join it. Throughout my 
stay | never saw this process cease; not when 
| entered and not when | left. 


She told me that it was a weapon. A god that 
they had unearthed buried deep in the ground. 
One that they would make their own. We 
watched for many more hours, while she 
talked about the rest of the pit. The exploits of 
the Adi-um, the deals they had made and the 
gods they had imprisoned. But | was 
mesmerised by the heart. It whispered in my 
mind, it beat with a powerful rhythm. And it 
grew louder. Louder in my head, not 
whispering, but screaming in many voices. In 
rage, in pain, in ecstasy, in all emotions. | 
could not turn away. 


| left that room shaken and dazed. | did not 
think to ask questions, nor see any more of 
Nyasae. | simply wanted to be away from that 


subject's body will begin the final stage of transformation into a 
"pone hive": having concealed itself in its new home, the body of the 
host will huddle in a foetal position. Entire portions of the skeletal 
structure will shift along [DATA EXPUNGED] until the host body is 
roughly spherical in nature and reduced to 3/4 its original size. New 
bone protrusions will continue to grow and, if possible, anchor the 
body permanently to its new location. The skeletal structure is 
almost completely unrecognizable, having been converted to a 
round "cage" to protect the internal organs and colony. 


At this point, transformation is complete. The original Queen that 
entered the host will have produced 20-30,000 offspring that 
function as workers, drones and warriors in a typical insect hive 
hierarchy. Since only the Queen is capable of reproduction, the rest 
of the hive's inhabitants are, fortunately, harmless save for large, 
strong abdominal forceps of the warriors. The interior of the original 
host is nearly unrecognizable as a human body: certain organs are 
removed and used as food, while others are modified by the worker 
insects to serve as egg incubation chambers. An ingenious method 
exists of using the host’s own digestive system to process pieces of 
organic materials collected by the warriors into a nutritive slurry that 
feeds both the colony and sustains the host hive structure. 


After 4-6 months, a new Queen will emerge from within the ranks 
and choose a drone to mate with. At this point, the colony will 
destroy itself by rupturing [DATA EXPUNGED}], upon which the 
majority of the insects die. Workers and drones are unfit to survive 
outside the host hive, and warriors will abandon the site, wandering 
away, their tasks complete. No food will be consumed by warriors 
that isn't nutritive slurry produced by the hive of origin. The new 
Queen will venture out, fertilized, to search for her own new hive. 
Incredibly, the trauma of evacuation is not what finally causes 
biological activity to cease in the hive, but starvation. 


Addendum: In an experiment, Dr. performed a range of tests to 
determine the extent of damage to the host body after it has finished 
the transformation into a hive. While it had been previously 
discovered in autopsy that portions of the brain are hollowed out to 
serve as food, others are left intact, presumably to regulate what 
bodily functions continue. During the last round of experimentation, 


profane pit as soon as | could. Just as | was 
mounting my camel | turned to the woman, 
and asked her why they needed a weapon 
fuelled by such sacrifice. Why they needed 
such a power. | thought she would say the 
Mekhanites, the Greeks, even my dearest 
Egypt. She only smiled. 


Addendum 3391-2 


On 25/05/16 at 6:22 PM, SCP-3391-3 demonstrated previously 
unknown psionic properties. 63 of the 81 staff at Site 1049 
simultaneously experienced various forms of cardiac dysfunction, 
including palpitations and arrhythmia. Of these personnel, 7 died as 
a result of these afflictions. Medical staff attempted to treat the 
sudden development, while nearby sites were contacted to request 
support and replacement personnel. 


Approximately twenty minutes after the initial incident, all staff who 
had previously been affected suddenly became hostile, and began 
attacking unaffected personnel, demonstrating an unusual 
awareness of each other, and coordination beyond previously 
recorded tactical abilities. Several convoys of staff and relief 
personnel from neighbouring sites were attacked and captured 
before the situation could be properly reported. Due to the mounting 
severity of the crisis, MTF Epsilon-11 (“Nine Tailed Fox”) was 
dispatched with psionic resistance gear and heavy armaments in an 
attempt to subdue all affected staff, and recontain SCP-3391-3. 


MTF Epsilon-11 Log: 
+ Access MTF Epsilon-11 Site 104 Mission Log 


MTF Epsilon-11 (“Nine Tailed Fox”) arrived at 
Gate C of Site 104 at 21:22 local time. MTF 
members involved were E11-1 (Squad 
Leader), E11-2 (Second in Command), E11-3 
(Organics specialist), E11-4 (Psionic 
operative) and E11-5 to E11-9 (Squaddies). 
Site power is sporadic, and command are 


unable to communicate with Epsilon-11 due to 
the site’s subterranean construction. All 
following audio and footage were recovered 
from the MTF’s PRDs. 


E11-1 (SL): This is Squad Leader. We’re 
beginning the operation. Any questions before 
we begin? 


E11-6 (Sq): Orders on engaging affected 
staff? 


E11-1: Do not engage unless provoked. If 
someone pulls a gun, you’re clear to fire. 


<MTF Epsilon-11 proceed through Checkpoint 
C, and enter the entrance zone of Site 104. 
The entire above-ground staging area is 
devoid of any other individuals.> 


E11-5 (Sq): Looks like the area’s- 


<An individual later identified as Doctor 
Harvey, appears from the inside of Checkpoint 
C and throws an IED at the group. He is 
immediately terminated by E11-3, but the IED 
explodes, resulting in minor lacerations along 
E11-4’s legs and torso.> 


E11-8 (Sq): Shit! 
E11-2 (SiC): T ! Are you okay? 
E11-4: I’m good, I’m good; just a few cuts. 


E11-5: Eyes up! | see movement in the main 
ops room; take the checkpoint! 


<E11-5, E11-2 and E11-9 break into 
Checkpoint C, and sweep for hostiles. They 
encounter D-3416, who promptly assaults 
E11-2 with a knife. D-3416 is easily subdued 


by the three agents and pinned against a 
wall.> 


E11-2: D-3416! What is happening in this 
facility? 


D-3416: <Unintelligible.> 


E11-2: D-3416, tell me what happened. What 
happened to the staff? What happened in Site 
104? 


D-3416: <Unknown, repetitive statements; 
conjectured to be in an unknown Proto- 
Samoyedic dialect. Continues talking over 
E11-5.> 


E11-5: Just shoot him. We're not getting 
anything out of this guy. 


D-3416: (In modern English) Alive! I’m alive... 
lahel, am | you? | see six Angels. They are so 
beautiful. Alaggada! The Hanged King 
watches me. My eyes burn, please! No more 
metal, no more steel! | will be god, always be 
god! Always always have been will be was 
being! 


E11-1: Nothing useful. Terminate the D-class. 
We can’t leave a psionic anomaly out here. 


E11-2: Got it. 

D-3416: When was |? Why won’t time stay st- 
<D-3416 is terminated by gunshot.> 

E11-2: Is the rest of the checkpoint clear? 


E11-9 (Sq): Yeah. Found a dead guard up top. 
Looks like the poor sod was trying to warn us. 


E11-1: Figures. Alright, we’re done here. Move 
up, keep your eyes peeled. 


<MTF Epsilon-11 proceeds past Checkpoint C, 
and advances toward Site 104’s aboveground 
superstructure. No further personnel, living or 
otherwise, are encountered during this period. 
E11-1 approaches the main entrance to Site 
104, and attempts to open the blast doors. His 
authorisation card is accepted, but the 
entrance remains sealed.> 


E11-1: | can’t get in. The doors won't budge. 
Squaddies, get the charges. We’re breaching. 


<E11-9 and E11-8 prepare thermite charges, 
and place them against the centre of the door. 
On E11-1’s mark, they breach. An enormous 
amount of steam is generated, greatly 
hindering visibility.> 


E11-1: Clear the smoke, we’re heading in. 


<Epsilon-11 enter Site 104. The entrance foyer 
has been overtaken by a growth of organic 
connective tissue, with a significant area of 
charred material near the main gate. The 
structure is porous, and continually releases 
large amounts of steam, creating a hazardous 
quantity of heat.> 


E11-7: This place is disgusting. Any idea what 
this... meaty shit is? 


E11-3: Looks like epithelial tissue, like you’d 
find in a stomach. 


E11-4: Ugh. Gross. Any idea where the staff 
are? | can't sense anyone besides us on this 
floor. 


E11-1: We don't know what happened. 
Judging by the halls, we can't assume 
anything good. Watch out for more hostiles. -4, 
track any psychic signatures. Tell us if 
something's up. 


<Epsilon-11 continue through the facility. 
Beyond the entrance is the foyer of Site 104, 
which has been completely overgrown by the 
same growth noted earlier. There are several 
bright red pustules located around the room.> 


E11-4: Clear. Can’t feel anything. Either 
nobody’s around, or the skip’s messing with 
my head. 


E11-1: Understood. -3, any idea what those 
lumps are? 


E11-3: Taking a look. 


<E11-3’s mounted camera shows a close-up 
of the pustules on the wall. There is a partially 
formed human inside roughly matching the 
description of Site Director P . Her head 
has several missing patches of skin, as well as 
a significant portion of her lower jaw. She 
appears to be unconscious.> 


E11-3: What the hell? Come over here, there’s 
people in there! 


E11-9: Oh, that is just... sick. Is that the site 
director in there? 


E11-1: Cut it open, carefully. We might be able 
to get something out of her, provided she's still 
alive. 

E11-5: On it. 


<The team moves to a safe distance, while 


E11-5 uses a long-range laser cutter to ablate 
the material away. Several seconds in, the 
growth suddenly expands and bursts, 
showering the team with pus. The individual 
within emerges, revealing several deformities 
and physiological amorphisms, including 
elongated misshapen limbs, deformed facial 
proportions and an overall height of =250 
centimetres, which was not initially apparent 
when Epsilon-11 examined the pustule. It turns 
to face E11-8 and leaps onto her, crushing her 
abdominal areas. E11-8 ceases lifesigns 
presumably due to fatal rupture of her 
organs.> 


E11-2: It's hostile, take it down! 


<Epsilon-11 shoot the anomaly (T-1), and 
successfully incapacitate it. E11-9 and E11-3 
immediately run toward, and subdue the 
instance. Despite the loss of its left arm, an 
incomplete jaw and severe damage to its 
abdomen (including the severance of its lower 
spinal cord), it continues to struggle and 
articulate.> 


Site Director P (T-1): Stop! Stop! You'll kill 
us! You killed me! 


E11-4: Jesus christ! You killed E  ! 


E11-1: Quiet for a moment. -3, hold its arms 
down. (Speaking to T-1) Who am | talking to? 


T-1: Us. Site 104 containment staff, lahel’s 
followers, sleeping god of Adytum, we are 
alive. Were. Always have been. Are you still 
talking? 


E11-1: Yes. | am aware you are alive. So, are 
the consciousnesses of the Site 104 staff 


contained within you? 


T-1: Georgia Lamento, Karey Meyers, 
Stephan Gold, Travis Mason (The entity 
continues to list the names of 52 Site 104 staff, 
the presumed titles of seventeen unknown 
individuals, “Karcist lahel”, and a severe verbal 
sensory hazard) 


E11-2: lahel? He’s the guy who made you, 
right? Is he still in there? 


T-1: He | am alive inside us. We he were 
speaking. Am you? No, only half Epsilon go 
away. Run! You’re going going! 


E11-4: What is that meant to m-... okay, 
nevermind. | can only feel one psionic 
signature in your body. You can’t possibly 
contain that many people. 


T-1: We are one. Mind thinks synchronise. 
Grow, make hive. Ascend and be one. One 
great, one man grand. One will be strength, 
one day one tomorrow! 


E11-1: One mind, too. Can you isolate your 
components, let us talk to someone in 
particular? 


T-1: No no not someone, never separate, we 
are and will be have been one. Time to go to 
school! Bye Robert, better luck next time! 


E11-3: This is pointless. Shoot it, let's get on 
with this. 


T-1: Not now! When don’t kill! Will not kill 
SCP-3391! You came to kill us, you come to 
kill us, why aren’t you saving me? Holy shit 
what’s going on?! Help, help, h- 


<E11-2 shoots T-1 in the head a total of seven 
times. Despite suffering extensive cranial 
damage, the entity remains conscious and 
alive until the sixth shot.> 


E11-2: Tough fucker. 


E11-6: Are we equipped to handle this? This is 
shaping up to be a whole new skip, at the very 
least. We've already lost one of our people, we 
shouldn’t make that all nine. 


E11-1: We're pressing on. We have to find out 
what this thing is, and whether we can stop it. 
We can’t risk further contamination, god forbid 
a bigger MTF gets taken over by this thing. 
Blast the pustules. We’re not leaving these 
things to bite us in the ass later. 


<Epsilon-11 shoot the remaining pustules, 
terminating all entities contained within. A total 
of seventeen are encountered and 
subsequently dispatched. Several instances 
are noted to resemble already terminated staff, 
or the same ‘base’ individual as another 
instance.> 


E11-2: Now that that’s been dealt with... 


<The Task Force continues throughout the 
facility. Hostile staff are regularly encountered 
in groups of two to four, usually making 
incoherent statements directed at Epsilon-11. 
Notably, some members of staff are 
encountered several times, even after their 
confirmed termination. The MTF proceeds to 
Elevator Shaft F-2, and prepares to descend to 
the containment level.> 


E11-9: Jesus. This place sickens me. All of 
these people, twisted into monsters by some 


fucked up anomaly. 


E11-6: They don't talk properly either. Just that 
senseless babbling. 


E11-4: They’re so confused. They feel like 
children, lashing out at whatever they see. | 
don’t think it even knows it’s hurting us. 


E11-2: This isn’t time for sympathy. The 
thing’s killing us with our own people. Squad 
Leader, what’s the holdup? 


E11-1: The elevator’s got power, but the 
lockdown’s jammed the carriage. -5, get the 
breach materials, we’re rappelling down the 
shaft. 


E11-5: Prepping the breaching charges. 


<E711-5 plants an explosive package on the 
bottom of the elevator.> 


E11-5: Clear! 


<The charges explode, destroying the floor of 
the elevator carriage. Epsilon-11 rappel down 
the elevator cable, landing on the Primary 
Containment Level, where SCP-3391's 
chamber was previously located.> 


E11-3: Wow. This place is infested. 


E11-4: | can’t even see the walls behind all 
this meaty crap. 


E11-5: Hey, you think there might be survivors 
down here? 


E11-6: | doubt anybody managed to live this 
long. We must've killed at least fifty guys by 
now. There’s no way anything could’ve 


avoided those things. 


E11-1: It’s our mission and our duty to check. 
Come on. Maybe we'll even be able to 
recontain the threat without having to fry the 
whole site. 


E11-4: Hey, wait. You hear that? 
E11-2: No. What?