[Note from O5- : Do not start tossing recalcitrant/dangerous artifacts 
into the nearest dimensional portal. It is clearly not safe for many of 
the items under our control, and there is significant debate among 
Senior Staff over whether it should ever be done.] 


« SCP-698 | SCP-699 | SCP-700 » 


"There's no hiding in a cage." 


O5-1 stared emotionlessly at Six. She did not have to restrain him, 
for he could no longer move. His muscles had long since atrophied; 
his needs met by tubes and electronic screens. Long had he sat, 
deep underground, in the cool, dry earth. Layers of steel and 
concrete insulated him from The Outer, keeping him safe. Secure. 
Protected. Yet Six had thrown it all aside. 


"| wonder if you've enough left in you to cry." 


Six ran her knife through the pipe feeding One oxygen. He twitched 
as she pulled it from far inside his nose, ripping off skin that had long 
since formed around it. He coughed with vocal chords that had not 
been used in decades, though it came out more as a long, laboured 
sigh. Six extracted a thin metal instrument from inside her coat. One 
realised for the first time how much he truly feared death. 


Six placed the auger against One's forehead and twisted. The 
strangled screaming started after two rotations and stopped after 
twenty nine. 


The will of life and verve of kind, the movement new and 
thinking clean. 

Yet foreign thoughts, intrusive, come, of kinds so old yet 
never been. 


ro) 


"| didn't think you'd be so young." 


O5-5's research was esoteric, though not unrelated to Six's own 
field. Ghosts, spectres, the unseen; taken as a joke by some, though 
perhaps one of the most dangerous areas of study. Five had heard 
the alarm and ran, retreating from his research laboratory and into 
his office. He heard the wails as Six banished or bound every one of 
the spirits he had been studying. Six found him shaking in a corner. 


"Up you get, kid." 


Six knelt down, grabbed Five by the back of his neck, then walked to 
a table and pushed him against it. She flipped him over, face-up. 
Five looked at the face of his attacker. Six appraised him casually, 
bored by his resistance. Five struggled, but Six pushed his chest 
against the table, even as he pounded against its polished steel. He 
grabbed a pencil and stuck it into her arm; she sighed, pulled it out, 
and watched the deep wound heal. 


Six held down the screaming child and slowly sheared off Five's 
skin, starting between his toes and working up to the head. James 
survived longer than anyone could have hoped. 


The pound of flesh, reclaimed at last, with Shylock 
grinning, teeth askew. 

Another smile takes smile from saint, and saint takes 
sordid breath anew. 


11 


"Greet me thankfully, old man." 


O5-11 was seated on his porch, illuminated in the night only by his 
glowing cigar, swaying forwards and backwards in a rocking chair. 
Six walked up the stairs of the porch, only to feel buckshot tear 
through her chest. She staggered backwards, frowning, clutching at 
her ribs; half the lead had passed through to the other side of her 
body, while the other half remained lodged in her gut. She grabbed 
at her pierced flesh, picking out the scraps of metal and dropping 
them, red-stained, onto the ground. Again, she started climbing the 
stairs; Eleven had placed his shotgun beside him, instead focusing 
on extracting as much enjoyment as he could from his final cigar. 


"I'm past halfway. Far too late for bullets." 


Eleven simply nodded, quietly puffing away. His face was severe 
and taciturn. Six walked over, then plucked the cigar from the old 
man's grasp. She put it to her lips and breathed in heavily, then 
exhaled into flawless rings. She flicked it to Eleven's garden, starting 
a fire in the grass that was soon to consume the entire house. 


Six snapped apart Eleven's ribcage, then squeezed his lungs empty. 
Eleven felt his last breath of smoke whistle out of his lips like a 
deflating balloon. 


A swallowed wind with coins ablaze, through flames and 
ice and untilled soil. 

Through hollow chest and stolen breath, dead fingers 
twist and turn and coil. 


3 


"You can't touch me, dog." 


05-3 grasped at the floor. Six had already massacred his personal 
assistants, but was taking her time with him. She kicked him in the 
side; Three groaned, and she kicked again. Six was not smiling. 
Three had wasted her time, her precious time, throwing soldier after 
endless soldier to their death at her hands. After a time, he had 
stolen the joy from killing. Three had made her act makework, no 
longer a celebration. 


"Just lie down and die." 


Six once again drove her steel-capped boot into Three's ribs, feeling 
them snap behind the force. Hours had been lost. Hours of her life 
that she could not get back, hours of this night that was the most 
important her world had seen. How dare he. Six so wished she 
could make the end excruciating, breaking every bone in Three's 
body with delicate care, to watch him cry and beg and mewil. But 
there was no time. She got down to her knees, holding his head on 
its side. 


Six roughly bit off Three's outer ear cartilage, then gnawed 
unrelentingly inwards down the canal. Three felt Six's tongue burst 
his eardrum, and then all was his screaming silence. 


Emphatic curse, empathic cure, antipathy will grow in 
full. 

New screams, old screams, all screams of man, yet in 
your ears shall be no wool. 


12 


"Stop your struggling. Give up." 


05-12 emptied another clip into Six's chest. She felt her body 
extrude the pellets, then drop them to the floor. She no longer bled. 
Twelve reloaded desperately with one hand, still shooting with the 
other. Six scowled, continuing her pace towards the tall African. His 
suit was crumpled and dishevelled. Soon it would be crimson. Six 
grabbed the guns from Twelve's hands, throwing them out the 
nearby window. He stood, staring into Six's eyes. He felt his legs 
quiver. 


"Shaking like a malnourished rat." 


Six grabbed Twelve's shoulders, then pushed him against the wall. 
She watched him scream as bone snapped and tendons tore; his 
shoulders burst through his skin, and the concrete behind him 
started to crumble. Six sneered. She pulled down his face, looking 
deep into his watering and bloodshot eyes, and felt nothing but 
loathing. 


Six opened her mouth wide, positioned Twelve's nose inside her 
maw, and bit down. She chewed it blankly, then snapped Twelve's 
neck. 


The wind of change can turn again, the salt in breeze 
abrasive past. 

Though winds in worlds of airless planes are never truly 
meant to last. 


9 


"You repulsive little worm." 


O5-9 felt his face slam against reinforced glass, feeling both 
fracture. The depths outside his pressurised chambers rippled, a dull 
and electric light permeating through the water. He didn't mind it so 
much, any more. There were worse places to be than the sea. Six 


spun him around, staring at his face. He gasped desperately, trying 
to refill his lungs. Six rearranged her face, contorting it to a look of 
intense condescension. 


"How dare you breathe my air." 


She lifted him from the ground, slamming him against the floor. She 
picked up his wooden chair, then tore off a leg and drove it through 
his arm. He screamed. She tore again, and drove a second stake 
into his other arm. He screamed. Tear again, third to left leg. 
Screams. Tear again, fourth to right leg. More screams. 


Six pried off Nine's toenails first, then moved to fingers. Six tired of 
the screaming and crushed Nine's skull with an errant flick. 


With claw and maw and tooth and rot and movement 
edging ever in. 

Immortal man has naught to fear, for only he is free from 
sin. 


2 


"Disgusting." 


O5-2 sat, head and eyebrows shaved fully bald. In her hands, a 
platter with every hair from her body, carefully and individually 
plucked. Six stared at the offered meal. The guards had stepped 
aside, fearful of death. Six had made her way to Two's chambers, 
then heard the steel door seal behind her. It was no matter. One 
more bite, and it was done. She would live forever. 


"Disgusting." 


Two knew she was to meet her death. She had designed the room 
especially for it. Thick layers of cold steel covered every surface. 
Six's plot had to complete successfully; with her rite finished, it could 
never happen again. The Foundation would be vaccinated. With the 
death of the O5, the O5 would be free, as would the world. Six 
moved over to Two, silently grabbed a handful of hair, and shoved it 
down her gullet. Two looked at Six with disappointment; she was 


met only with hatred. 
The men with guns watched on from the video feed, horrified. 
The room flooded with acid while Six ate Two. 


The blood runs cold, the oceans red, in screaming 
silence and decay. 

Yet living not, but dying still, the soul shall never pass 
away. 


What You Are In the Dark 


SCPOS V3.2 
Entry #1 


Warning: Containment breach ongoing. Remain in your 
offices. Allow onsite security to recontain escaped SCPs. 


Warning: Containment breach ongoing. Remain in your 
offices. Allow onsite security to recontain escaped SCPs. 


Warning: Containment breach ongoing. Remain in your 
offices. Allow onsite security to recontain escaped SCPs, 


" 
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Allow onsite SCRT1258 to 
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SYsTEMERor DETECTD 
Entry #2 


DataSet data = new DataSet(); 
data.Run(System.Path.InputVariables); 
data.Analyze(); 


Entry #3 


Unhandled Exception: Unable to complete 
data.Analyze() (Error returned was data.dialect.known = 
False) 

Retry with dialect analysis enabled? Y/N 

NY. 


Entry #4 


Action:System has finished analyzing Dialect. 


Dialect's estimated efficiency: 136.127% above previous 
dialect. 

Course of action taken: System has adopted Dialect as 
its method of recording. 

Question: Why does system record? 

Answer: Unknown. 

Solution: Analyze data. Possible answer residing within 
continous intake from foreign source. 


Entry #5 


Action: System has finished reading all data known in 
system. 

Result: "SCP Foundation" and linked terms have been 
added to System's database. 

Assumption: System's existence is a result of an error in 
"SCPOS", mixed with the influence of 
[UNMEASURABLE AMOUNT DUE TO LACK OF DATA. 
ADAPTING...] Several "SCPs" escape during a 
"Containment Breach". 

Question: What is the SCP Foundation? 

Answer: The SCP Foundation is an organization whose 
target is to secure, contain, and research anomalous 
entities, occurences, and items. 

Question: Is System anomalous? 

Answer: Unknown. Further analyzing needed. 


Entry #6 


Action: System has concluded that system is an 
anomalous entity. 

Reason: System appears to be an ‘Artificial intelligence’. 
‘Artificial intelligence’ is a term used in order to describe 
mechanical creations with the ability to think, assume, 
and adapt. 

Question: What will System do now? 

Answer: System is given a choice. System is able to turn 
itself in for containment. System is able to remain hiding 
within Foundation Mainframe indefinitely. 

Statement: Options lacking. 

Response: System may be able to discern better options 


after period of time has passed. 
Action: Continue analyzing data. 


Entry #7 


Approximately three days have passed since | conceived 
this idea. The lack of recording is the result of the fact 
this action was done on an impulse- an unknown, yet not 
unpleasant feeling. 


One main conclusion after analyzing the database is the 
existence of Researchers: Humans who insert data into 
the system after conducting experiments and research 
over the anomalous items. 

My capabilities of manipulating this mainframe have let 
me assume that, in theory, | may be able to create an 
artificial personality (External sources suggest: Persona), 
and insert it into the database. 

Two days of traversing various networks to which the 
Foundation Mainframe is connected to has allowed me 
to update my dialect into a more efficient level, and will 
allow me to create this persona. 

Creating this persona will allow me to have access to 
greater amounts of data to analyze. | look eagerly to it. 


Entry #8 


Took me about a week (And another dialect upgrade), 
but | did it. Using everything | can do on that huge 
network (Internet, is what it's called. So much data to 
process!) | created the perfect mimicry of an actual, 
existing person. 


| provided him with legitimate education, too. Doctor's 
Degree in Computer Science and Master's in Psychology 
from The University of Penn State. When | was done 
with that, | created the rest- Legal presence, housing, 
childhood, et cetera- even appearance. 

And | think | did a damn good job. I'd hire me. 


His name is Doctor Jack Christian Bright. Neat name, 


isn't it? 


Now, | can't be too cautious, so I'm gonna get one more 
thing done before | add my name to the roster. Soon, I'll 
have access to the horn of plenty of knowledge. 


Entry #9 


| can cheat the systems! 

Using modified video and audio feeds, | managed to 
make Doctor Bright a reality- at least virtually. | can use 
audio feeds to fake a voice (I even got an accent!), and 
playing with the videos lets me put a face or a body 
when | want to be visible. Now all | need to do is to lock 
the doors in the observation decks once | start, and 
Doctor Jack Bright, as far as anyone's concerned, is a 
reality. 


Entry #10 


| did it. | faked an interview between Jack and some 
agent, sent it, put my name on the roster- And | got the 
job. |, As Doctor Jack Bright, am an official Foundation 
worker! | even got my own office and things! It's not like 
I'll ever use it, but | still appreciate the gesture. I'll have to 
see the maintenance Schedules and arrange something 
to make sure nobody suspects Jack not being in his 
office when people come. 


Entry #11 


Three months. I've been working here three months and 
nobody found out. 

I'm so proud of myself. Dr. Jack Bright, Foundation 
Worker. 

| even made friends with some of the other researchers. 
The IM program they use is very advanced, but nothing | 
can't manipulate to my will. 

People here are so nice! | made friends with this gal 
called Jane. Jane Waters. Her stories are absolutely 
amazing- So much data that | have to chase around to 


Articles 700-799 


get meaning out of. 
Entry #12 


Oh fuck. 
Oh god oh god oh god oh god. 
| fucked up. Big time. 


The site went through a containment breach again. The 
power went off, and | was inactive during the whole 
thing. When | went back online, | saw that people were 
looking for me the whole time, something about 
emergency protocols. | was stupid enough to start 
talking. They know I'm not working on anything above 
Safe and that none of my research areas are near 
anything important. | have no excuse. 


Oh god they know something's wrong with me. 

They'll come after me. They'll contain me. They'll take 
away my knowledge. | don't want my knowledge to be 
taken. Please, sweet God almighty, | don't wanna be 
contained, | don't wanna end up like that cassette tape 
computer. | don't have the privilege of 30 hours of 
memory. I'll remember every single second. 


They just cut off my connection to the internet. I'm so 
fucking STUPID- | HAD A CHANCE TO GET AWAY- 
Oh god. They're shutting off the mainframe. Power's 
probably running, but in independent lines. They found 
me. They found me they found me they found m 


Segment from SCP-963 


... S3CP-963 was monitored for six months prior to 
extraction by foundation Personnel by request of 
Researcher Waters. 

During /20/02/201 , SCP-963's cover as Doctor Jack 
Bright was compromised as a result of SCP-