Date: 15/07/2029 


Denied, Marc. You know | can't let you do that. The 
Foundation doesn't consider termination unless there is 
an eschatological threat posed by an anomaly, and the 
fact that it can alter the chemical composition of its 
bloody conjured diarrhea proves we can still learn from it. 
The boys in the lab don't even know if the stuff it made to 
eat through the nanotube is anomalous, yet. It's 
completely new. | know you feel guilty, Marc. But this is 
life in the Foundation. Chin up, back on the saddle. I'm 
transferring you off of 173, though. You've gotten too 
close to the thing, too invested. We'll put the D-Class 
crew back on rotation, for now, and maybe try again. 


From: Dir19_JBright@Scipnet (Director Jack Bright; 
Classification Level XK-4; Employee Number 2218) 
To: O5 6@Scipnet (Overseer Six; Classification Level 
OK-5-Thaumiel; Employee Number 6) 

Re: SCP-173 Behavior 

Date: 15/07/2029 


| regret to report that the latest experiment involving the 
containment of SCP-173 has failed. The object continues 
to exhibit unpredictable changes in both behavior and 
anomalous properties when denied regular exposure to 
human observation. The pattern has not changed since 
we first contained it. Any attempt to reduce exposure of 
personnel leads to containment destabilization. To date, 
the only consistent method of containment continues to 
be introducing at least three individuals into its 
containment cell for no less than one hour a week, 
without further protections or safe-guards. This method 
succeeds regardless of whether mistakes are made, and 
personnel lost, or not. It can be surmised that our 
conclusion was correct- the object, for whatever reason, 
desires or requires human attention, and will not be 
denied it. 


Reality, Innocents 


Dr. Carson: Now, why did you kill those farmers? 
(Dr. Carson pauses) 


Dr. Carson: If you don't talk now, we will remove you 
from this attempt and place you back into- 


(Dr. Carson pauses) 


Dr. Carson: Pardon? (Motions to move microphone 
closer) 


(Dr. Carson pauses) 


Dr. Carson: Speak up. (To Personnel D-085) Move the 
mic up closer. 


(Dr. Carson pauses) 


Dr. Carson: (To Personnel D-085) That microphone has 
only so much gain, move it closer to it! 


Personnel D-085: | can't hear anything man, look at it! 
It's just a lizard- 


(Dr. Carson engages Personnel D-085 with sidearm. 
Personnel D-085 expires immediately. Dr. Carson leaves 
the room shortly thereafter.) 


<End Log> 


Footage of the interior of a public restroom. One light 
fixture is active, with the remainder non-functional. 
D-2713 enters the room and enters one of the stalls; the 
door is closed and locked. 


After thirteen seconds, D-2713 unlocks the door and 
exits the stall. Agent Gray, dressed in a bear costume 
from the neck down, approaches and assaults D-2713. A 
struggle ensues, during which Agent Gray bites D-2713 
several times. D-2713 manages to escape after several 
minutes, exiting the restroom. Agent Gray pursues. 

Dr. Ramsey: SCP-1802, what is your earliest memory? 
(Dr. Ramsey pauses) 

Dr. Ramsey: What happened after that? 

(Dr. Ramsey pauses) 

Dr. Ramsey: What is your purpose, SCP-1802? 

(Dr. Ramsey pauses) 

Dr. Ramsey: It seems like you take anything you find. 
(Dr. Ramsey pauses) 

Dr. Ramsey: What happened to you next? 


(Dr. Ramsey pauses) 


Dr. Ramsey: Can you remember what street you were 
on or what building you came out of? 


(Dr. Ramsey pauses) 


Dr. Ramsey: /to the supervising researcher] That's all 
we need. /to the sculpture] Thank you for your 
cooperation. 


(Dr. Ramsey pauses) 
Dr. Ramsey: What name did he give you? 


(Dr. Ramsey pauses) 


Dr. Ramsey: Thank you for your cooperation, 
SCP-1802. The interview is over. 


Footage of an interior room, likely a cellar, roughly 3m x 
7m in size, lit with flood lighting. Building material is 
believed to be brownstone. Room is otherwise empty. 


Four unidentified personnel, two carrying firearms, enter 
carrying one live chicken, one obsidian-edged knife, one 
silver aspergillum and aspersorium, and a kiloton-level 
nuclear device. 


The two unarmed personnel engage in a complex ritual 
involving the dispensation of water and chicken blood, as 
well as the recitation of several phrases. The two armed 
personnel observe. 


Upon completion of the ritual, all items are retrieved and 
all personnel exit. 


Dr. Dodge: Can you tell us more about how the Church 
came to acquire you? 


Mr. Garcia: Look, | don't know what you want me to tell 
you. | haven't been in a church since | was sixteen. Now 
see, given that you're all absolutely insane, I'm not going 
to bother asking for a lawyer, but is there anything | 
could do for you that would get you to take this shit off of 
me? 


Dr. Dodge: What did he say? 


Mr. Garcia: Okay, yeah, that's about what | expected. 
You're just... having your own conversation in there, 
okay, great. That's absolutely great. Your boys snatch 
me off the street, call me "Mr. Brass", glue pieces of 
brass on me, and then sit me down in front of you so you 
can ask me absolute nonsense. 


SCP-922: Another Version of the Truth 


Item #: SCP-922 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-922 is localized on the 
campus of the University of | 1 and the surrounding 
neighborhoods, containment efforts are restricted to the areas 
designated by Site Director al-Zarqa, cumulatively identified as 
Site-305. Personnel are to maintain absolute secrecy and discretion 
when interacting with students and faculty of the University under 
the guise of campus security and/or custodial staff. Cooperation with 
local FBI Unusual Incidents Unit affiliates is ongoing in order to 
locate and identify a potential source for SCP-922, if at all possible. 


Foundation personnel assigned to Site-305 with security level 2 and 
below are to abide by the following containment procedures: 


- Personnel are not to engage students, faculty, or civilians on-site 
without prior approval from level 4 personnel. 


- Personnel embedded within the University of at risk of 
discovery by students, faculty, or civilians are to resign and/or 
withdraw from their cover positions and submit all gathered 
information to their project overseer alone. No other individual, 
regardless of rank or class, is privy to this information. 


- Personnel are not to respond to on-site incidents, up to and 
including threats of violence directed against personnel, unless such 
threats appear to place personnel in a situation of imminent danger. 


- Embedded personnel are not to contradict inaccurate statements 
made by students, faculty, or civilians. 


The number of on-site personnel is to be maintained at a consistent 
601 644 to prevent discrepancies related to SCP-922's effects. 


Dr. Dodge: Where did this person take you to? 


Mr. Garcia: Hell, apparently. That or a hidden camera 
show. (Addressing the camera) Ha ha, very funny! Very 
funny and clever! Let me go now! 


Dr. Dodge: (Pauses) Then what happened? 


(Mr. Garcia, with some difficulty, stands up from his seat 
and begins to move around the interview room. He 
bangs on the door several times, demanding to be 
released. After failing to open the locked door, he 
appears to search for other exits. Eventually, he returns 
to his seat.) 


Dr. Dodge: You said previously that they had a negative 
reaction? 


Mr. Garcia: | could go for a negative reaction right now, 
or at least some acknowledgement of what | am saying, 
to you. A negative reaction and a cigarette. Hey, maybe 
if you keep me here long enough, that shit'll clear out of 
my system. But no, seriously, cut this shit out. | have a 
family to attend to. 


Dr. Dodge: It was at this point that they attempted to 
integrate you into the other objects? 


Mr. Garcia: Uh, what? No, shit, of course you're not 
going to answer, but seriously, what is this guy talking 
about? (Addresses camera) Am | supposed to be like, an 
object? Are they going to glue more shit to me? 


Dr. Dodge: | believe that will be all. Security, if you 
would- 


Mr. Garcia: What the hell is your damage? 
Dr. Dodge: Yes? 


Mr. Garcia: Fuck you. 


Footage of an individual in D-Class uniform strapped to a 
table in a standard testing chamber. Research Assistant 
Kaur approaches the unconscious individual, carrying a 
length of fishing line. 


RA Kaur: This is going to be unpleasant, but try to bear 
with me here. 


Standing behind the subject, RA Kaur uses the fishing 
line as a garrote, rendering the subject unconscious 
within 45 seconds. The subject expires after 7 minutes, 
at which point RA Kaur removes the fishing line. 


After several seconds, two security personnel enter the 
chamber and attempt to remove the straps restraining 
the corpse to the table, but are stopped by RA Kaur. 


RA Kaur: No, didn't you read the instructions? We're 
testing repeat applications this time. I'll let you know 
when we're done with him. (Addressing the corpse) 
You're doing great so far. 


RA Kaur resumes pressing the fishing line against the 
corpse's throat for another two hours, periodically 
removing it for several seconds to observe the corpse. At 
1:04:55, the skin is ruptured; RA Kaur has no apparent 
reaction to this. Blood leaks onto the table and floor for 
the remainder of the footage. 


D-9884 stands on the ground level landing of a staircase. 
The flood lamp illuminates only the first 9 steps. 


Dr. Miller: Please descend the first flight and examine 
the landing wall. 


D-9884 descends 13 steps and stop at the landing. Dr. 
Miller's footsteps are audible from nearby behind 
D-9884. 


D-9884: Yeah, um, it's just a dirty, concrete wall. There's 


like nothing on it. No, wait. It's a little bit sticky right here. 
D-9884 indicates a spot on the wall. 


D-9884: There's a child crying down there! She's [pause] 
she's begging for help and crying. 


Dr. Miller: Thank you. Please continue down the steps 
until you notice anything unusual. 


Both descend. Upon reaching the next landing, audio of 
a crying child is picked up. Both continue with no incident 
until they reach the 17th landing. 


D-9884: Eww, there's something on the ground here. It's 
all sticky and stuck on my shoe. Ugh, it's so gross. 


Video feed confirms presence of substance occupying a 
space approximately 50 centimeters in diameter. 


Dr. Miller: Can you describe the scent? 


D-9884: Uh... It kinda smells like old rusty metal and 
pee. Can't you smell it? 


Dr. Miller: Thank you. Please continue until you notice 
anything else. 


Subjects continues their descent until the 89th landing is 
reached. The video feed jerks and D-9884 yells. 


D-9884: Ahh, fuck! There's a big black circle on the 
ground. | thought it was a hole for a second. 


Video feed confirms the presence of a circle 
approximately 1 meter in diameter. 


D-9884: You can see this, right? 
Dr. Miller: Yes. Can you estimate the depth of this hole? 


D-9884: It's not a hole. | just said that. You can see for 


yourself. 


D-9884 demonstrates this by stepping on the circle, then 
passing forward and allowing Dr. Miller to do the same. 


Dr. Miller: Thank you. Can you still hear the sounds of 
the child? 


D-9884: Uh huh. | mean, it's louder now, since I'm 
getting closer. You're right there, can't you hear it? 


Dr. Miller: Please continue down until you encounter 
anything unusual. 


Both continue to descend SCP-087 for approximately an 
hour, covering an additional 164 flights. Both stop to rest 
on the 253rd landing, with D-9884 consuming 1 nutrient 
bar and several gulps of water. Subjects are at an 
estimated 1.1 kilometers below the initial landing. D-9884 
asks Dr. Miller several questions regarding the nature of 
the exploration, which are ignored. After pausing for 4 
minutes, subjects resume their descent, making no stops 
for another 216 flights, 1.5 hours later. They are on the 
469th landing, an approximate 1.8 km below the ground 
level. 


D-9884: Is this going anywhere? | think it's time | went 
back. | mean, going down is one thing, but this is a long 
climb back... 


Dr. Miller: You have been provided with food, water, and 
blankets to last you 24 hours. Please continue down. 


D-9844: Yeah, and what about you? Look, | really think 
we should go back up. 


D-9884 turns toward the previous flight of stairs. 
D-9884: | - [screams] 


Dr. Miller is directly behind D-9884, blocking her ascent. 
His face is approximately 30 centimeters from the lens of 


the camera; his eyes are fixed directly on the lens, as 
though looking at the viewer. He is holding a butcher's 
knife with dried blood on the blade. D-9884 turns around 
and begins descending the stairs rapidly, pursued by Dr. 
Miller. 


D-9884: [panicked and hysterical] Oh god I'm sorry Dr. 
Miller please don't hurt me please help me oh God he's 
right behind me that's why you were following me | 
promise I'll keep going down I'm doing it why are you 
chasing me please don't kill me /this continues in a 
similar fashion until the end.] 


D-9884 continues to scream and plead hysterically as 
she rapidly descends the staircase. Approximately 14 
flights down, the video feed swings to show the area 
directly behind D-9884. Dr. Miller is not staring at the 
subject; rather he is fixated on the camera lens, giving 
the illusion he is making eye contact with those viewing 
the footage. 


After an approximate 150 panicked flights of descent 
with three visual confirmations of Dr. Miller, D-9884 trips 
and appears to fall unconscious. A child between the 
ages of 9 and 11, the source of aforementioned 
vocalizations, is present; the child is physically 
unremarkable except for an open leg wound. Video feed 
shows an additional descending flight of stairs. 


The child displays and vocalizes intense fear upon the 
arrival of Dr. Miller several seconds later. Dr. Miller 
comes in full view of the camera, obscuring the child. 
Audio and video feeds cut out. 


Reap What You Sew 


Mr. Bear woke up, on the evening of July 19th, 1937, and was 
utterly stunned by the fact he had done so. As far as he knew, toys 
weren't typically alive, and having consciousness thrust upon 
oneself spontaneously took a short time to fully adjust to. So there 
he sat, among several of his inanimate brethren, and pondered for 
awhile his purpose in the world - the reason for his existence. 


It was awfully difficult to contemplate the meaning of life while 
everyone around him was crying, though. Not the other stuffed 
animals (they weren't doing very much at all, in fact... layabouts), 
but the people. Lots of tiny, little people in their own little beds, with 
the occasional big people in matching uniforms flitting about and 
tending to them. Two of the big people - whose names appeared to 
be Sir and Doctor - were standing a few feet away from perhaps the 
littlest people in the room, a teeny pink one snoozing away in a tiny 
windowed chamber. 


Sir had a lot of questions for Doctor, and Doctor seemed hesitant to 
answer them definitively. From what Mr. Bear could gather; the pink 
people wasn't supposed to have been born yet, and that Doctor and 
his (Collies? Did he hear that right?) had done all they could, but it 
was ‘out of their hands’. 


Doctor used quite a few large words to describe all the health issues 
Pinky was dealing with, and when the began talking about odds and 
chances Sir cried louder than all the little people put together. 


Mr. Bear felt terrible for Sir. He very much wanted to give him a big 
hug, because that seemed like the right thing to do, but he figured 
the stress from seeing an animate toy wouldn't do him very good at 
all, and so he stayed put. Doctor ushered Sir out of the room for 
some time to compose himself (Mr. Bear thought it was rather silly 
for Sir to be making music at a time like this, but he didn't say so).