would go home happy, but | was shut down when | brought it up. | 
was weighing the benefits of doing it anyway when | tripped over 

some anomalously large detritus and fell face first into an inactive 
furnace, meeting whatever "it" was face to visage after a tall drop. 


It was a sight too peculiar, perhaps, to forget. In the middle of the 
small chamber lay a pie, cherry | think, untouched among the ash, 
charcoal, and coke rife in the forge. The pastry, | felt, resonated in 
the chamber, nay, my very soul, with an innocence greater than that 
of a puppy superimposed on a lollipop. | shook it out of my mind, 
realizing the cognitohazard for what it was, ready to call out my 
squad for containment. But | looked once more, gazing at it 
thoughtfully. | could call my team, get this stupid skip, and get home. 
But, | could also capture it, because fuck it and my team, |ama 
goddamn adult, and should be treated as such. Well, | thought | 
was. So | took a step. Then another. | kept stepping towards the pie, 
splayed perfectly in the center of the stove. | was nary a meter away 
from the delicious treat with my wings outreached when the tin 
suddenly stirred, and | whispered a prayer and a fuck for bad luck. 


It rose up like a possessed child caught on a pulley system, slowly 
and surely, orienting itself in some way | inferred to be facing front. 
At first, it just stayed there, until | decided to resume my attempts at 
containment. It then slowly started circling me, occasionally 
scattering dust from the sides of the chamber and freakin me the 
hell out. So, | did what | could at the time to try and stop it: throw 
some ash at it, because pies taste terrible when they're covered in 
ashes. | thought it was worth a shot, and soon the burnt wood 
remains volleyed something surrounding the tin and dessert, a 
vaguely fishlike form about the size of a man lengthwise appearing 
from the void. Well, | would say it was vaguely fishlike, but | saw 
Jaws, and | knew what the fuck a shark looked like. It was a shark, 
and there was a pie in it, and | didn't want to be in a room witha 
fucking flying shark. So, | grabbed an outcropping pipe near the 
furnace mouth and started to climb out. 


| was getting the fuck out of there like a tree when | stepped on the 
stupid pipe and | slipped off, falling to the side and making me all 
dirty and shit. Whatever, | reached for it again, but the furnace 
seemed to disagree with me. The rungs decided they had enough 


shit, and their rusty smug body crumbled at my second attempt, and 
things started getting uncomfortably warm in there. Not the sexy 
kind, | wasn't planning on getting it on with a shark as much as my 
goose side wanted it, but the temperature kind. Flames started to 
lick the rim of the chamber, and | was trapped in with the dumb fish. 


Note to self: Maybe omit some of this 


This was it. Goose versus shark, bird versus pastry; | dashed 
towards the blur of dust, but my leg was caught quick by an invisible 
assailant. "Fuck, more?" | thought, quickly tripping and finding 
myself being dragged to the flames. Struggling, | kicked up another 
clod of dust with my wing, and | immediately regretted it. The thing 
was revealed further, more terrifying than | initially anticipated; it 
was, indeed, a shark in form, but in lieu of fins it had what appeared 
to be tentacles. With rope-like-appendages tethering me down, | 
decided to calmly assess my options. "WELL FUCK ME NOPE 
NOPE NOPE!" | yelled aloud, but this did not deter the beast. 


In fact, it obliged. 


But | managed to shake my leg free after 3 hours (this | knew 
because | was at least some part rooster), and | kicked the 
abomination straight in the cherries. It's body understandably 
collapsed, slowly gliding into the wall like a remote control airplane 
that had the controller shotgunned and immolated. It crashed into 
the flames, and then all was silent... except for the flames roasting 
the creature. | had... lived. Even if it wasn't climactic, | 
commissioned, and subsequently decommissioned, my first skip. 
But | wasn't satisfied, oh no. 


| had came there for a job, and | planned to leave with a trophy of 
said job. Plunging my wing into the creature's burning corpse, | felt 
for the pie, and quickly retrieved it. | blinked. The next moment, all 
that was left was a tin. | was terrified, and thought | had a hint of 
cherry on my tongue. Then, | blinked once again. 


There was something on the bottom of the tin. Wiping away some of 
the jelly | was shocked to discover an aged and wet picture of Alto 
Clef; what the hell did he have to do with this? | licked yet more; the 
corpse of a whale... no, of a shark... became clearer- | searched my 


memory for something that would link the two. Synapses burst, 
neuroms nyoomed, and it dawned on me: It was SCP-682, 
something my team had dealt with in the past. | was horrified; | 
dropped the tin, and then picked it up again. There was yet one last 
bit of jelly in the tin; grimacing at the ash now on it, | licked the tin 
clean. | dropped the tin one final time. 


It read, "Good luck, son!" 


But there just wasn't time to think about pies or shark/numan mating, 
nor for shedding a tear for my lost lover; | needed to get the fuck out 
of there because everything was on fire. | had just the idea, 
however. 


Taking what remained of Alto Clef Jr., | proceeded to fling it into the 
wall; it bounced off, and | took to action. Flapping as hard as | could 
to overcome my sheer mass (mostly muscles of course), | quickly 
rose to the same altitude of the tin. Triangulating my target, | kicked 
the tin as hard as | could, and glided to the rim of the furnace with 
the feeble upper weight. | was home free, if | could climb up. But, 
fuck, no hands. | started to slip. This was it. | embraced the ashy 
fate that | was entitled to, and let go, and my vision went dark 
amongst the fire and the flames and the coke. 


No... No, it couldn't end like this. Not like this. | had so much to live 
for, So many people supporting me. Like... Fuck. Okay, the only 
being who really cared about me | ended up eating, so | had to use 
the energy their body gave me at the least. | got up; the ashes 
collapsed from my body, and | was subsequently lit on fire. In 
hindsight, the symbolism was painfully clear: | was a phoenix, born 
to rise again from the ashes of my failure. In the moment, the 
symbolism was painfully clear: | was fucking burning alive. 


So | flapped my damn fucking head off like every good bird should. | 
reached the lip of the furnace; then the entry; finally, | reached solid 
ground. | had made it. And then a gigantic clockwork arm grabbed 
me and tore me from where | was, still aflame. | recoiled, but was 
suddenly hit by a wash of saltwater. | was no longer goddamn on 
fire! But, as a side effect, | couldn't breathe, as the shit got in my 
gasmask. And | looked up at my savior; there, holding a clockwork 
arm in his hands, was Commander. 


| was reduced to tears. "C-commander? Oh my god, I'm alive! Oh 
Jesus fucking CHRIST I'M ALIVE! | FUCKING DID IT, | KICKED AN 
ANOMALOUS ASS AND LIVED TO TELL THE TALE!" | was 
screaming this when my compatriot let go of me, and let me crumble 
to the floor. "You've passed. Welcome to MTF Sigma-1.618, pride of 
the Shark Punching Center, the premier task force for giving sharks 
their just deserts." 


ALTO CLEF JR.: FINS OF THE FATHER - FIN 


Amnestic 


The President of the United States stood and 
waited to be shot dead 
the crowd shifting like the desert sand 
not a woman or a man 
said 


The President of the United States spoke for 
the people and their friends 
and they stood at the podium for 
they had to get to the core 
and 


The President of the United States stares 
still alive their eyes dead 
of the media men there were scares 
and the wind ruffles their hairs 
when 


the day after i watched it on TV, 
the attempt and subsequent failure 
i went to bed with uneasy thoughts 
in my first dream i was standing on a hill with the sky blue as it ever 
was and the grass a brilliant hue 
there are mountains in the far distance 
and theres two men on the hill 
one strikes with a rock 
one dies 
one flees 
in my next dream theres another man similar to the two but he's by a 
stream in a misty forest 
he is dressed very simply, in loose white robes 


perfectly healthy. Proposals to use SCP-781 as a reusable D-Class 
personnel are pending, though O5-_ raised concerns of exposing an 
untrusted and potentially immortal subject to sensitive information. 
Having a single genetically identical subject who could later expound 
on his experiences would be a great asset to future research in the 
case of fatal SCPs. - Dr. 


Evaluation Note 781-06: Subject had to be terminated during the 
course of an interview by Dr. . Dr. was, during the interview, 
attempting to question SCP-781 about some of the reoccuring 
manifestations observed. At first, subject merely stated that it didn't 
remember anything as usual, but as Dr. continued to press the 
subject for information, SCP-781 began to show signs of hostility, 
eventually coming to sadistically describe the mental and physical 
tortures it wished to inflict upon the Dr. . After further pressing by 
Dr. , SCP-781 violently stabbed Dr. in the throat with a pen 
before being quickly terminated by security agents. As this outburst 
is the first sign of anger or hostility SCP-781 has shown, it is 
perhaps prudent to refrain from questioning SCP-781 further about 
its nightmares. - Dr. Glass 


he bleeds out slowly 
as the armies of god approach, of all faiths 
but he is true 


| went into work to begin the project. 
Things sure aren't what they used to be around here. 
| attend my post 
| pour my coffee 
| press the button 
She screams 
| attend my post 
| pour my coffee 
| press the button 
She howls for the pain to cease 
| attend my post 
| pour my coffee 
| press the button 
She begs for death 
| believe, he says, the experimentation is complete. 
Please apply amnestic now. 


Not long after that | take a break. 
| gently walk through the grounds 
We're by these mountains, rising tall and far into the sky 
And they are speckled with these autumn trees bright as 
salamanders 


And it's evening so the moon's just starting to rise over the horizon. 
The soft violin concerto of the crickets soars like an eagle over the 


grass 
Rising to that rising moon in symphonies from the heavens. 


| could build a cabin here, | think 
| could build a cabin. 


IV. 


And | was but there too when | saw the Lonely Wanderer stumble in. 
And the people did rejoice, for he brought wondrous new gifts down 


upon them. 


But old Shem. 
He did not rejoice 
"| reject the Lonely Wanderer and his heretic teachings 
They are not the way of the Lord" 


And the Lonely Wanderer whipped the crowd into a furious frenzy 
Sending them to rain blows down upon Shem. 
"He does not believe in my teachings 
He is a false prophet and must die" 


The people experienced a good harvest for forty days and nights 
Until the Lonely Wanderer began his trek back to the north 
To the shining lands of Charity 
From whence he came 


And the people were happy. 
V. 
Please state your name for the record. 
SCP-XXXX-20. 


Now 
Why did you kill those farmers? 


Of course not! 
There weren’t any of the Ubula left 
After the village was attacked by Mokélé-mbembé. 
| still regret not being able to bag that monster 
When | had the chance. 
It is a persistently elusive creature... 


Interesting. 
Well, you are obviously not on the moon. 
You are in a facility operated by the Psychiatric Crisis Intervention 
Foundation. 
It appears you have experienced a major delusional episode. 
What do you remember from last night? 


You know, there are some people out there who believe that, 
If we wish something didn’t happen hard enough 


It really didn’t happen. 
Is there no one else there? 


Many species of ant will 
Accept other ants of the same species 
Into their colonies 
Even ones from the outside. 


| have one last question for you today. 
You mentioned the fortress in the background briefly 
But could you elaborate more about it? 


They were 
disgusting... 


Vi. 


I've been thinking about stories a lot recently. 
They've been on my mind 
And I've been noticing recently 
Many of my own kind. 


Ways that things differ 
They weren't there before 
Thirteen men huddle for warmth 
As darkness turns to war. 


VIL. 


Amnestic Use Guide 


SCP FOUNDATION AMNESTIC 


USE GUIDE 


CLASSIFIED 


The following revision to 
this document (version 7.8) 
was approved by the 
Ethics Committee on 07/21/2013 for 
use by personnel at Research Site-45 


Disclaimer: This is NOT to be used as a training manual. 
Training manuals are given during the actual classes. To 
request training, please send an official request to your 
immediate supervisor. Take note that this is a site 
specific document, please refer to your on-site protocols 
regarding amnestic use. 


The purpose of this document is to provide Foundation personnel 
with a quick reference guide as to the usage, effects, and protocol 
regarding amnestics. An amnestic is an amnesia-inducing agent that 
can take many different forms. For the purposes of the Foundation, 
it is mainly used in suppressing sensitive information by expunging 


intangible memories. In most cases, they are applied post-incident. 


The use of amnestics is decided on a case by case basis unless the 
authority of higher clearance levels is invoked as explained in the 
following pages. Amnestics are considered one of the most powerful 
tools in use by the Foundation. Great care and proper training is 
mandatory in the handling and application of amnestics in an 
appropriate manner. 


The abuse of amnestics is strictly prohibited and will result in 
disciplinary action, demotion, or both. In all cases, the Ethics 
Committee has the final word on approval and decisions regarding 
amnestic use and misuse respectively. 


If you would like more information or to report suspected amnestic 
abuse, please use the online submission form below. All 
submissions will be sent to the Ethics Committee Amnestic Review 
Board. 


[OPEN SUBMISSION FORM] 


Amnestic Inquiry/Incident Submission Form 


CLASS -A 


Visual Code: Single Black Stripe 

Clearance Use: Trained Level-1 and Above 
Delivery Methods: Aerosol 

Effectiveness: 6 - 12hrs 

Usage Protocols: Approved for General Field Use 


Side Effects: Sedation, Headaches, Nausea 


Detailed Description: Gaseous Class-A is the most commonly 
used amnestic in the field. The main benefit when using Class-A is 
that it can be administered to not only one, but many individuals. In 
some documented cases, Class-A has been used on entire 
populations with the aid of aerial application. Other applications also 
include 40mm cartridges that can be launched to deliver Class-A 
into an enclosed area or room, as well as small handheld aerosol 
sprayers for single use. 


Because of its chemical composition, accidental overdose is 
extremely unlikely with minimal training on Class-A applications. 
This safety feature allows Class-A to be used liberally as an 
inhalant. It is also convenient in use as it requires little to no follow- 
up on affected individuals, as it has a 98.7% success rate. Class-A 
is ideal for use by field agents, rapid response teams, and MTF 
groups. 


The only concern when using Class-A is accidental self-application. 
Personnel trained in the use of Class-A are instructed in the use of 
application devices as well as environmental conditions that may 
cause an incident. It is recommended that at least one other 
Foundation employee be present during the application of Class-A 
as to facilitate the continuation of duties in case of accidental self- 
application by a user. 


CLASS - B 


Visual Code: Double Aqua Stripe