Recovery: SCP-2611 and SCP-2611-1 first came to the attention of 
the Foundation when SCP-2611 entered the hospital due to 
excessive weight gain in August of 20 . SCP-2611 had, until three 
months prior, weighed approximately 80 kilograms. Over the course 
of ninety days, SCP-2611's weight doubled, putting excessive strain 
on SCP-261 1's joints and muscles. During routine examinations, 
polysomnographies performed to diagnose sleep apnea revealed 
somnambulism and what was originally believed to be 
schizophrenia. After MRI scans revealed a large, compact mass of 
fat that somehow integrated with SCP-2611's major organ groups, 
Foundation physicians intervened and determined the existence of 
SCP-2611-1. SCP-2611 was moved to Site-47, where it has 


remained for the past years. 
Addendum: SCP-2611 Interview Logs 


All logs have been heavily edited of extraneous information. The 
remaining pieces of information are believed to have actual research 
value. Those wishing to examine unedited logs may submit requests 
directly to Dr. Crow. 


June 3, 20 : 


Researcher : So, we were talking about SCP-2611. 
Have you always been inside her? 


SCP-2611-1: Haha! Yeah, of course. Where else? Oh, 
shit, Jerry, you gotta look out for that shit. Jesus. 


Researcher _ : You've never lived anywhere else? 
SCP-2611-1: Why would I? This is home. 
November 14, 20 : 


SCP-2611-1: No, no Whoopi, don't you DARE disrespect 
her! BARBARA HAS DONE NOTHING TO DESERVE 
THAT! 


Researcher — : You tell her! Haha! | love this stuff. 


SCP-2611-1: | know. It's so much better than the crap 
the last guy watched. 


Researcher _: The last guy? 
SCP-2611-1: Oh, shit. That's it. THAT'S IT BARBARA! 


Researcher : Who was the last guy, Twenty-Six- 
Eleven? 


SCP-2611-1: Shhh... | think they have Keanu today... 


No further information on previous hosts has been recovered from 
conversations with SCP-2611-1. Attempts to question SCP-261 1-1 


about the possibility have led to SCP-2611 becoming unresponsive. 
February 19, 20 : 
Researcher :Ohmy god. Did he just swallow that? 
SCP-2611-1, gagging audibly: Oh, god, that's disgusting. 


Researcher _ : Holy crap. Can they show that on 
daytime television? 


SCP-2611-1: Kill it. Kill it. | don't care if | die. 
Researcher  : What? 


SCP-2611-1: | said it's disgusting! Who the hell does 
that? Oh god. Haha! 


It is currently believed that SCP-2611 may have assumed control 
during this time, but during a later cognizant event, SCP-2611 could 
not recall speaking. It is possible that SCP-2611-1 may have more 
control of SCP-2611's memories and mental condition than 
previously believed or that SCP-2611 is experiencing trauma 
capable of damaging these memories while SCP-2611-1 is in 
control. Further research is necessary. 


April 30, 20 : 


SCP-2611-1, crying: God... How can they treat her like 
that? She loved you, John! She loved you! 


Researcher :|know. God. It just kills you, doesn't it? 


SCP-2611-1: It does. God, I'm so lonely. | wish one of 
the others would come and visit me... 


Researcher : One of the others? 


SCP-2611-1: Oh, Hope. Don't worry. He'll learn. He'll 
understand. 


The above log has led to several investigations in hospitals across 


Testing is ongoing. As suggested, SCP-294 was moved to the 2nd 
floor personnel break room as a money-saving venture. Following 
incident 294-01, guards were stationed at the item and a security 
clearance became necessary to interact with it. 


Document SCP-294a (regarding incident 294-01): On August 21, 
2005, Agent Joseph attempted to use Item SCP-294 to obtain 
coffee during his allotted break time at 9:30 AM. At the request of 
Agent "to see what it would do", requested "a cup of 
Joe" from the item. Moments after confirming the selection, Agent 
Joseph began to sweat profusely and complained of dizziness 
before collapsing. After moving the unconscious agent to the 
infirmary, the medical team recovered the contents of the cup 
dispensed by Item SCP-294: a combination of blood, tissue, and 
other bodily fluids. Testing revealed the DNA sequence of the 
biological material dispensed by SCP-294 matched that of Agent 


Agent made a complete recovery after four weeks of rest and 
intravenous hydration. X-rays and CAT scans showed no further 
signs of injury, and was released. Both agents were 
reprimanded. Additional security measures for SCP-294 have been 
recommended. 


Addendum [SCP-294f]: After reviewing documentation on 
SCP-294, suggested testing SCP-294's ability to ‘retrieve’ 
specific liquids from a distance. 


Addendum [SCP-294h]: With the overseeing of O5-[DATA 
EXPUNGED] "a cup of SCP-075's secretion" was used as input. The 
product was proven to be the requested liquid and the cup was able 
to successfully contain the material. However, the report for incident 
075-07 was acknowledged 2 hours after the test (See Addendum 
[SCP-075m]). A containment procedure breach had occurred exactly 
the same time this test was taking place, waking SCP-075 to its 
active stage. It was able to secrete an amount of basic solution 
equal to the capacity of a coffee cup before emergency containment 
procedure was applied and it was rendered passive. The liquid was 
not found in the post-incident investigation. 


Addendum [SCP-294i]: Researcher punched in request for "cup of 


globe, all without results. It is currently unknown how many 
instances of SCP-2611-1 may be present in the population at large; 
however, given the sharp rise in obesity through North America and 
Europe over the past two decades, the number may be 
exceptionally high. 


Currently, efforts to screen obese children in schools have had no 
results, though early stage infestations—typified by weight gain and 
periods of lost time—may have been identified in _ individuals, all of 
which are currently under observation. No other late stage instances 
have been identified. 


« SCP-2610 | SCP-2611 | SCP-2612 » 


SCP-2612: The Weight of the World A Donkey and Its 
Cart 


Item #: SCP-2612 
Object Class: Keter Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: Under no circumstances is 
SCP-2612 to drop The Load. All resources of Site-125 are dedicated 
to ensuring SCP-2612 receives no sabotage in its carrying of The 
Load. 


All SCP operatives assigned to any Group of Interest are to be 
briefed on The Load and are to be on specific lookout for any 
references to The Load, The Weight, or The Burden. Containment 
Task Force A-17 (“God's Pallbearers”) are to be on constant 
standby for any attempted breach of Site-125. 


All personnel posted to Site-125 are to immediately notify a superior 
if they begin to perceive anomalous voices. 


SCP-2612 is to be housed in a Level-3 Incorporeal Entity 
Containment Cell guarded by at least three armed guards at a time. 
No contact is to be made with SCP-2612. No testing is to be 
performed on SCP-2612. SCP-2612 must never drop The Load. 


SCP-2612-1 and SCP-2612-2 are to be held in two separated 
medium-sized lockers in Site-102's Safe Item Containment Wing. 
Due to their effects, the objects are not to be removed from the 
lockers for testing at any time. 


Description: SCP-2612 is an entity which carries The Load. If 
SCP-2612 is disturbed, it is in danger of “dropping The Load,” or 
more specifically [DATA EXPUNGED]. Dropping The Load will result 
in a ZK-Class End of Reality scenario. 


SCP-2612 is capable of telepathic communication which consists 


mostly of requests to drop The Load. The object is currently thought 
to be unknown to any Group of Interest, but it is a top priority that 
none become aware of SCP-2612 and its Load. 


The Load is theorized to be [DATA EXPUNGED]. 


It is unclear how SCP-2612 became the entity responsible for The 
Load, or if SCP-2612 itself is merely a mechanism by which The 
Load is thereby carried and is thus inextricable from it. The 
connection between The Load and the fabric of reality is currently 
unknown. 


SCP-2612 is the shared designation given to SCP-2612-1 and 
SCP-2612-2. SCP-2612-1 is an extremely worn lawn ornament style 
statue of a donkey, composed of plaster and metal for the 
“skeleton.” SCP-261 2-2 is a yellow cart with two metal poles which 
are connected at the ends by a chain. SCP-2612-2 is filled with dirt 
and once contained flowers, acting as a planter. By themselves, 
SCP-2612-1 and SCP-2612-2 merely elicit a feeling of general 
unease and disquiet. 


The main anomaly associated with SCP-2612 is set into motion 
when the objects are brought together. When the chain holding the 
two poles of SCP-2612-2 is brought against the back of 
SCP-2612-1, thus making it look as though the latter is pulling the 
former, a strong desire to keep the two objects together threatens all 
observers of the object, past and present. This includes changing 
details of acquisition to better facilitate reasons to keep the objects 
together. Due to this effect, the events of SCP-2612's acquisition 
from a suburb of Cleveland, OH were initially scrubbed from the 
memory of the containment team, building up a mythology of the 
object bearing “the weight of the world.” 


When reversing the effects of SCP-2612, it was deemed necessary 
to administer Class-B amnestics to the entire former containment 
team due to exposure. Since Site-125 had been built primarily to 
house SCP-2612, the site was remodeled to fit a separate Keter- 
class object with a separate containment team. Containment was 
continued at Site-102, due to the low priority of the object's true 
strategic importance. 


Hello, Director. 
| still remember how to do this, don't |? 


Well, I've been drinking, Director. And isn't that how they 
always start? 


Do you remember being a little Level-2, trying to dredge 
up enthusiasm for some Safe scip, some pair of glasses 
that lets you see bones or something. Wouldn't we have 
something like that, right? And it was boring. There 
wasn't a story behind it, right? Boring thing. Absolutely 
tragic. And so, you'd slack off. And you'd talk to your 
friends. Your coworkers, if you were the kind to talk. | 
would. Always was. Guess | always will be, ha ha, right? 


It's against protocol, but you'd gossip. Of course you 
would. And you'd tell stories in hushed tones, of the 
Safe-level object that they swear was actually housing 
some incomprehensible evil, trapped in some low-level 
containment cell as a teleporting chair or maybe a 
walking door. 


And of course, you'd think, in the back of your head, 
maybe that's why they had you working on the pair of 
glasses. Maybe they had confidence in you, the big 
guys, the Ods. 


This isn't a drink for effect, so much as I'm an alcoholic. 
But hey, it sets the tale up nicely, doesn't it, Director? 


I'm Carl Garcia, former Director of Site-125. | say former, 
but really, that's where | am currently, just about to be 
the last to get the amnestic. | recommended Class-B. It'll 
seem important, but not life-threatening. They'll still give 
me an okay job. So will everyone else. They'll put 
something new here. And everything will be okay. 


| guess, at this point, | probably don't need to take this, 
but it's for the best. Did you know these used to be 
shots? Ridiculous, right? Can you imagine that? Bet they 


had a big nurse, too. Come in. You know. Fuck, I'm tired. 


The object is safe. Don't worry. You knowing the truth will 
be no danger to you. | don't think this object can ever 
hurt anything again. 


It was Keter. Everything about that is true. This wasn't 
the mistake of a bumbling Foundation. This, for it to 
work, needs to look like it. It's something people will 
gossip about. Their Safe-level that used to be a Keter. 
They'll talk about It, because that's what they do. And 
that's important. Once it's done, it's done, | think. Or so It 
told me. 


For this to work, you need to understand this, | think. It 
wouldn't matter. For my comfort, | need you to 
understand what | did. What It did. 


| listened to It. Which was, besides the gossip, the first 
thing outside of Foundation protocol | had ever done. Or 
the drinking on the job, | guess. But this is special. 


It had weaseled Its way through the cell. | don't know 
how It managed. It came into me, and It asked me to 
help It. It wasn't this evil thing. | don't even think It was a 
thing. So much as a concept. But It came to me as a sad 
little donkey with a cart. 


When joking with Agent Finnegan, who hopefully is 
guarding something actually important at this point, | 
always called the scip the “jackass with its cart,” and that 
was our little joke. Something to get us to laugh at this 
metaphysical nightmare we had guarded from the 
Insurgency and the other boys. 


But that's how It came. A jackass with a cart. It struggled 
with the load, blazing golden, filled with indescribable life. 
It strained and broke its back. It wasn't going to drop it. 
Oh no, it was far too old, far too practiced to ever drop it. 
Too old for that, but not too old to be spared exhaustion. 


| can't tell you what It is. Not mostly because | couldn't 
honestly tell you. It's better not to know, some things 
about It, | think. It's old. It wasn't a statue, but It had been 
holding the entirety of everything since everything could 
be called a thing. 


| spilled my drink. This doesn't affect the story. Thought 
you should know. 


| knew It wasn't bad. Foolish, | know. People die like this. 


I'd done cognitohazards all my life. Memetics was my 
dream field, and hopefully I'm still in it. God-willing. And 
no, It isn't God. But, | had a plan. Simple, but effective. | 
helped It to lighten The Load. That's what It wanted. 


| talked It through it, | guess? | helped It, guided It. 
Revealed to Agent Finnegan that the object may have, in 
fact, been not as powerful as we thought. | let the 
unease trickle down that It wasn't something really 
important, that maybe we were being tricked. | let it 
simmer. Let It feel the perception changing around it. 


| don't think It's that smart. | don't think smartness is a 
quality that would apply to It. It carries The Load. That's 
all you need to know. But | told It, this tired Thing Before 
Things, that It wasn't important. That It was nothing more 
than a lawn ornament. An old and battered lawn 
ornament. Peeling paint. With a cart, filled with dirt, that 
hadn't seen a flower in years. 


It bought it. Hook line and fucking sinker. One by one, | 
revealed the new findings to my team, contacted the 
higher-ups. They've all taken Class-Bs, and | guess I'm 
the only one left. Just need to take the amnestic out of its 
pack. Just need to put on my glasses. 


| think, for it to really work, for this plan | made with a 
concept, to really take hold, | should leave, too. It creates 
a better storyline for It, doesn't it? The scip already has a 
picture. | don't know how It made that. It trapped itself 


into a better story, but at least It goes all the way. When | 
take this, if It hasn't already, It'll become into being 
nothing more than a two-part Lawn Gnome in a box. Two 
boxes. 


| don't think testing the object is going to reverse the 
effects. | don't know if the subjective reality of the object 
we've both created is strong enough to bring the thing 
back through. | just think it's had enough. For me, don't 
put the chain back on. Don't let it carry The Load. It's so 
tired, and it's been at it so long. Even if it's nothing else 
but a jackass, | still want it to be able to rest. 


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SCP-2613: Never Leave the Fallen 


Item #: SCP-2613 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: Monitoring of emergency 
service communication is to be maintained at all times in the 
affected area. Mobile Task Force Theta-13 ("Bring Out Your Dead") 
is to mobilize during any detected SCP-2613 events.