inside, he asked what was going to happen to her as one of the men 
attached a IV and a monitor to her arm, they were going to keep her 
under anesthesia until she was in a safe location to prevent her third 
eye from waking. As he asked more questions of the other two, 
finding out the Megan was from Maine and accidentally immolated 
her house a month ago before running away, the one who prepared 
the girl for transport filled a syringe and expelled the air before 
getting Agent Broderick's attention. 


He was told he needed to receive a booster shot, in case there was 
some form of virus responsible for Megan's condition, after the shot 
he suddenly felt groggy, unable to keep his eyes open as he 
slumped over and heard them saying: "How much did you give 
him?" "Enough to make him forget everything after one or so." "This 
guy is good." "Why do you think we keep making sure his transfers 
get denied? This was the ninth scip he brought in alive this year." 


It all faded to black. 


As he awoke at his desk, Agent Broderick looked at his emails. A 
new one came in saying he had to log some girl in a weird costume 
who was throwing lit matches at people, claiming she was starting 
fires with her mind. As he wrote his report he considered sending in 
another request to be transferred out to another division. For some 
reason he kept getting denied, despite all his attempts to move to a 
job where there was more excitement. 


Either way, today was just another boring day at the UIU. 


Another Day On The Job 


“Foxchaser, do you have eyes on?” 


“Affirmative Sky Kennel. Transmitting coordinates to you as we 
speak.” 


“Coordinates received. Aerial scans show some signs of recent 
reality manipulation, be advised.” 


“Understood Sky Kennel. Proceeding with caution.” 


Captain James Lee took a hand off his radio and motioned his team 
to come closer. The members of Site 118's Containment Team Beta 
6, “Foxchaser” leaned in, with the quiet reassurance of experience 
hanging about their demeanors. 


“Hume scans say that the location shows signs of recent anomalous 
activity, So we’re going to have to do this carefully.” James 
smoothed out a roughly drawn map on a flat rock, showing a 
drawing of a small farmhouse. 


“We know there are two infiltration points that we can use. The front 
door is the main entry point, we'll call that Point Alpha. On the side 
of the house is a set of doors leading down to the storm cellar, which 
probably leads up into the building. This will be point Beta.” 


“Melissa, Hung, and Thomas, you will proceed through Point Alpha. 
Sweep carefully, and watch all potential points. Hume detectors hot.” 
The three people he pointed out nodded quickly. 


“Jackson and Pierre, you’re with me. We’re going in from below. Any 
questions?” 


Melissa cleared her throat. "Weapons hot?" 


James grimaced, scratching his chin. "No, not yet. We're not cleared 
to do so yet. Stick with the operating procedures for now." Looking 


at his squadmate, the captain could see her disapproval, but she 
merely nodded, tight-lipped. 


"Alright, break." 


James lifted the cellar door ever so gently, praying that it wouldn't 
make any noise. His luck held, and the door quietly opened. 


The smells of a musty and abandoned storm cellar wafted pungently 
through the air as James nodded to his team and started to slowly 
make his way into the sublevels, rifle at his shoulder. Long- 
abandoned dusty keepsakes and mementos of a family long gone 
crowded the small space, and James did his best to avoid disturbing 
any of it in order to keep quiet. 


Slowly, methodically, the team checked every corner of the old 
storm cellar. Under tables, around old furniture, sifting through the 
dust on the ground, all to find any signs of the escaped anomaly. 


Captain Lee was less concerned with finding physical signs of 
disturbance than he was with more anomalous ones. If the skip was 
really trying to hide its physical tracks, there was nothing he could 
do to find it. So, he focused his time on the handheld Hume detector 
in his hand, seeing if it picked up any signs of anomalous 
manipulation. Carefully, cautiously, he swept the room, praying that 
he would get the jump on the anomaly if it was there. 


Nothing. 


James motioned to his teammates, who shook their heads. Nodding, 
he motioned towards the top of the stairs, carefully put his Hume 
detector away, and brought his rifle into a ready position. Jackson 
did the same, leaving Pierre the main detector as they quietly moved 
into formation. 


About to head upstairs, James took point and prepared to enter the 
main house when he heard a blood curdling scream. 


The captain rushed up the house, taking the stairs two at a time, and 


heading to the top part of the house where he heard the scream. His 
team followed closely behind, watching the group’s sides and 
sweeping their flanks for any signs of movement. 


James stopped when he reached the top of the stairs, holding a fist 
up. Jackson and Pierre stopped behind him. Lee made a series of 
hand gestures, before dropping to a crouch. His squadmates did the 
same, and the group formed a triangle, rifles out, watching all points 
as they quietly moved down the hallway of the farmhouse. 


The house was small; the second floor little more than a pair of 
rooms at opposite ends of a narrow hallway. One of the doors was 
askew, and the group made their way to that end of the hallway first. 


Captain James quietly opened the door, rifle ready. What he wasn’t 
ready for was what was inside. 


The room inside defied all logic. Not merely in an exaggerated 
figurative sense, but the size of the room was easily larger than 
most of the rest of the house. Moreover, where the rest of the house 
was a dust-covered abandoned shell, the room inside was a gigantic 
bedroom. 


It was one James had seen before, two years ago, but not at this 
size, and certainly not in this location. The pattern on the wallpaper 
was soft yellow ducks on a light green, and the carpet was covered 
in the scattered toys of a typical young boy, exactly in the places 
that he had remembered them being before. 


The light came in eerily through the windows, and Lee heard the 
sound of a steady pitter patter of rain on the window, even though it 
had been sunny and clear when they first entered the house. He 
noticed the time on the clock by the bed. 


8:36 PM. 
Just the way it had been before. 


Hung and Thomas's bodies were sprawled on the ground, twisted in 
unnatural angles and so still that James knew they were dead on 
sight. Melissa had been smashed into a wall and was lying in a pool 


of rapidly spreading blood. 


The captain closed his eyes, knowing that if the anomaly wanted to 
kill him, it would have done so as soon as he entered the room. He 
avoided looking at the bodies of his squadmates, and instead tried 
to look for where the escapee could be. 


“They tried to hurt me.” 


A very small voice coughed when it finished, and Lee heard the 
sound of sniffling. He looked around for the sound of the voice, but 
he saw nothing. 


“?’m scared.” 


Then, he remembered where he had found it last time. James took 
his helmet off slowly and set his rifle down. He got on his hands and 
knees, motioning for his teammates outside to not move, and he 
crawled towards the giant children’s bed. Pulling out his flashlight, 
he shined it underneath. 


In the light was a young child, dirty, disheveled, and still wearing a 
raggedy Foundation-issue jumpsuit. He blinked in the sudden bright 
light, and shivered, covering his grime-coated face, streaked through 
with tears. 


“Mister....Mister....Lee.” The child sniffled. 


“Hey there kiddo. How are you?” Captain Lee tried to look as 
reassuring as he could. 


The child rubbed his eyes with his hands, sniffling again. The 
streaks of dirty tears rolling down his face smudged and only 
succeeded in making the child look even more sad. 


“l-l’m scared. There’s lots of mean people around and | don’t want to 
go back to the big room.” 


“Shh, shh, it’s okay buddy. I’m not going to take you back to the big 
room, | promise. We’re taking you home now.” Captain Lee quietly 
spoke, extending a hand for the little boy. 


The child shied away, a sudden reaction that made Lee’s heart leap 
into his throat and freeze for a moment. The boy hesitantly looked at 
the hand and then back to the captain’s eyes. 


“Promise?” 
“Promise.” 


The child slowly took James’s hand, and he pulled the boy out 
gently, slowly, making sure to not startle the poor boy as he did. He 
lifted him into his arms carefully, and held him as the boy clung to 
him like a bear cub to its mother. 


The door was 30 feet away. Not too far. Just a minute until he could 
reach it. 


“’m glad we’re not going back, Mister Lee.” 


“| Know you are buddy. We’re going to bring you back to your home. 
Remember what home looks like?” 


20 feet. 


“Yeah.” The boy sniffled again. "It was big and loud and fun, and it 
had all my toys. | never get any toys at the big room." The child 
wrinkled his nose, leaning against the steady, reassuring weight of 
the captain’s arms. 


10 feet. The captain slowed his breathing, and closed his eyes for a 
moment, steadying himself. Only 10 more feet until he was clear of 
the anomaly. 


“What do you miss most about home?” 


The child thought for a moment, and became so quiet for a moment 
that the captain’s heart started doing calisthenics again. 


“| miss my dog, Frog.” 
“Frog? What kinda name is that for a dog?” James laughed. 


5 feet. 


“| named him Frog ‘cuz | was really little when | did it and | didn’t 
know any better. | miss Frog a lot, how’d he always jump around 
and be really happy to see me.” 


They were clear of the anomaly and back inside the house. James 
breathed out slowly. 


“’m sure Frog will be really happy to see you again.” 


“He will. | miss Frog a lot.” The child smiled, thinking of happier 
memories as he wrapped himself around Lee’s body more. 


“| bet you do, kiddo.” Lee closed his eyes, and his hand went to his 
belt. 


“Mister Lee?” 
“Yeah?” 
“Thanks for taking me home.” 


Captain James Lee shuddered as he patted the child’s back with 
one hand, drew his sidearm with the other, placed it against the 
boy’s head, and pulled the trigger. 


Neutralization Report: SCP-5389 


During an escape attempt by SCP-5389, the anomaly 
killed two Foundation field agents of Containment Team 
Beta-6, Privates Hung Nguyen and Thomas Blake, and 
crippled a third, Sergeant Melissa Jeffries. As per 
standard operating procedures, Captain James Lee was 
forced to neutralize SCP-5389. Lee has been awarded a 
Meritorious Commendation for his actions in preventing 
the escape of a hostile anomaly as well as his quick 
thinking, which allowed him to prevent further loss of life. 


Additionally, Captain Lee has requested and been 
granted a round of Class B amnestics for personal use. 


¢ 05/05/2005: A female voice is heard throughout SCP-787, 
saying “For your comfort and enjoyment today, pancakes will 
now be served. Please do not leave your seat. Pancakes will 
now be served. Please do not leave your seat. Do not leave 
your seat. Leave your seat. Please. Pancakes will now be 
served. Yaaaaaaaaaaaay pancakes!” 

09/09/2007: Emergency air supplies deployed and retracted 
repeatedly for fourteen minutes, fifteen seconds, accompanied 
by screaming from a group of 10-20 people. Pitch of 
screaming shifted depending on current position of breathing 
masks. 

11/29/2008: Internal temperature shifts from 20° C to — 13°C 
over the space of nineteen seconds, remaining at this 
temperature for ten minutes and twenty-nine seconds, before 
resuming average temperature. 


Addendum-01: 12/13/2007 - The identity of SCP-787a-112 has 
been determined to be that of , a retired optometrist 
currently living in Atlanta, Georgia. Subject was interviewed by 
Foundation agents on December 14th, and was found to have no 
knowledge or memory of any anomalous incidents taking place in 
June of 1987. In addition, Mr. claimed that he had never 
ridden in an airplane in his life, a claim verified by his wife and son. 


Attempts to identify other passengers are currently underway. 


Addendum-02: Examination of SCP-787’s waste storage tank 
revealed an additional specimen of SCP-787a, designated 
SCP-787a-516, being an Indian male approximately 30 years of 
age. Subject was in possession of the following: 


¢ 3-piece tailored suit. 

¢ Surgical mask and rubber gloves. 

¢ Unloaded Beretta DT-10 shotgun. 

* 1 box of Tic-Tac brand mints, containing 14 cinnamon flavor 

mints. 

Switch blade: Handle is carved into the appearance of a nude 

woman. 

¢ An Eye of Horus amulet, constructed of recycled aluminum 
and twine. 

¢ SCP-787’s flight log. The coordinates -27.41,-122.70 were 


Another Lost Legacy 


September 13th, 2112 
Siberia 


"We were lied to. 

Not just lied to, but the truth was hidden from us. The 
truth was destroyed, imprisoned, filed away. 

Now, that truth is coming back to destroy us." 


"My great-grandfather said that to my great-grandmother when they 
had to leave for Sanctuary in the Time of Destruction. He lived ina 
city called Toccio, in the near south. He's the reason why I'm still 
alive. The reason why | still breathe, and why my children -you- still 
breathe." 


"My great-grandfather, a man of legend, worked for a big group 
called the Esseepis, back when the world still made sense. He was 
an Empti-ef, a warrior who worked day and night to capture the 
Stranges that have already destroyed our world. But during that 
time, the world wasn't the one we live on now. Before, the Esseepis, 
as well as another group called the Gock, prevented these things 
from corrupting our world. They failed." 


"When the Stranges broke out of the big buildings owned by the 
Esseepis, my great-grandfather was the only one who survived the 
destruction of the place he worked in, which released a great many 
more things into the world." 


"During the Time of Destruction, when all Stranges had broken out 
of both the Esseepis' and the Gock's control, my great-grandfather 
led 501 other people into the snowy bastion we call Sanctuary. He 
fended off the darkness of the creatures, keeping the light out to 
scare them away." 


"Now that | have covered our Clan's history, let me tell you of the 
two dueling powers of the past," 


"The Gock seeked to destroy all Stranges, whether they were good 
or bad. They unleashed the things that ushered in the Time of 
Destruction, and would regularly feud with the Esseepis for 
Stranges." 


"The Esseepis, meanwhile, seeked to peacefully study all Stranges. 
Instead of destroying every evidence of the Strange truth like the 
Gock, the Esseepis imprisoned them, hiding the truth from the rest 
of humanity." 


"Neither of these powers were good or bad. They both did equally 
bad things. The Gock created the start of the Time of Destruction, 
while the Esseepis unknowingly unleashed the creatures that sped it 
up and ensured the end." 


Dylan opens his mouth again to speak, but is interrupted by the 
sound of screaming from outside the door. His eyes widen, and he 
rushes to the door, pressing his ear to the cold wood. 


"Father?" Garry said, standing up from his chair to follow his father. 


Dylan pressed his finger to his lips, signalling his son to stop talking. 
He was pale, and already droplets of sweat were running down his 
face, despite the fact that it was still in the middle of winter. 


Come here, Dylan mouthed, beckoning his son to rush to his side.