Description: SCP-1861 is an anomalous meteorological 
phenomenon characterized by heavy precipitation and fog 
composed of saltwater, human blood, and human cerebrospinal 
fluid. SCP-1861 manifestations are unpredictable, appearing 
spontaneously and with no regard to an affected area's natural 
climate and weather patterns. Manifestations typically occur once 
every three to six months and have been recorded occurring in 
numerous regions across the world. Historical records have 
confirmed that SCP-1861 has existed since as early as the year 
1916. The size of the area covered by SCP-1861 varies from 
instance to instance, with the largest recorded affected area 
measuring approximately 5,000 km2. Aside from its manifestation, 
composition, and apparent connection to SCP-1861-A, SCP-1861 
displays no additional extranormal properties. 


SCP-1861-A is a single underwater marine vessel that closely 
resembles B-class boats used by the British Royal Navy in World 


War I. During each SCP-1861 manifestation, SCP-1861-A will 
attempt to surface in a body of water that is large enough to contain 
its full mass. Both natural and manmade bodies of water have 
hosted manifestations of SCP-1861-A. If no body of water large 
enough to contain the entirety of SCP-1861-A is present, SCP-1861- 
A will surface in any collection of water with a surface area large 
enough to encompass its conning tower and topmost platform, even 
if the collection of water in question is only several inches deep. 


SCP-1861-B are humanoid entities that emerge from SCP-1861-A 
during SCP-1861 phenomenon. SCP-1861-B are dressed in full 
body suits resembling deep sea diving gear, although with no 
discernable source of air supply. Instances of SCP-1861 are uniform 
in size and possess speed and strength typical of an adult human 
male. Although most instances are sapient and capable of speech, 
approximately 9% possess limited intelligence and are only sentient. 
Instances that are incapable of verbal communication have been 
recorded making vocalizations similar to to the cries of domestic 
felines, canines, and infant humans. The diving gear worn by 
SCP-1861-B instances is anomalously durable and cannot be 
removed except by the instance presently wearing it. If an instance 
of SCP-1861-B encounters a human subject, it will attempt to 
persuade the subject into entering SCP-1861-A, claiming that this 
action would be in the subject's best interest. Subjects who refuse 
may or may not be forcefully taken to SCP-1861-A, depending on 
the temperament of the SCP-1861-B instance. 


Human subjects lured into entering SCP-1861-A will reemerge 
during subsequent SCP-1861 manifestations as SCP-1861-B 
instances. If an SCP-1861-B instance is taken outside SCP-1861's 
area of effect, it will begin to experience accelerated fatigue and lose 
consciousness, becoming completely inert until reintroduced into 
SCP-1861. After a manifestation of SCP-1861 has ended, 
SCP-1861-A will disappear along with any remaining instances of 
SCP-1861-B; additionally, blood, cerebrospinal fluid, and saltwater 
left behind by SCP-1861 will instantly convert to regular rainwater. 


+Interview log DOC-1861-1 


Interviewed: An instance of SCP-1861-B 
claiming to be member of the ship's crew. 


Interviewer: D-1861-36, receiving questions 
from Dr. Klutch via remote broadcast. 


Foreword: D-1861-36 was sent into an 
SCP-1861 affected area and instructed to 
interview an SCP-1861-B instance. Heavy rain 
can be heard throughout the interview, and 
SCP-1861-B's speech is muffled by the diving 
gear it is wearing. 


<Begin log> 
D-1861-36: Who are you? 


SCP-1861-B: Samuel Ramsey of the HMS 
Wintersheimer. We're evacuating the area. 
Please, you've got to come with me. You're in 
danger out here. 


D-1861-36: Why? What's going on? 


SCP-1861-B: | don't have any way to prove 
this, but | can tell you right now that you're 
going to die very soon unless you come with 
me. And that's not a threat, it's a warning. 
Something really, really terrible is about to 
happen here. 


D-1861-36: What? What's going to happen? 


SCP-1861-B: Listen, you've got to trust me on 
this: when this rain stops, you're going to die. 
I'm not kidding, you're going to die unless you 
follow me back to our submarine. You'll be 
safe there. 


D-1861-36: Just tell me what's going to 
happen after the rain stops! 


SCP-1861-B: You wouldn't believe me if | told 


you. 
D-1861-36: Try me. 


SCP-1861-B: | ... look, | know this is going to 
sound insane, but this isn't regular rain. It's not 
from this world. There's another world—a 
horrible world, and it's leaking into this one. 
Don't look at me like that! You can see for 
yourself that isn't normal rain. It's thick! It's red! 
Please, you just have to trust me. I'm begging 
here. I'm trying to save your life. I've seen what 
happens to people after the rain and I'm trying 
to save you from that! Just come with me and | 
swear we'll both survive this! 


D-1861-36: What kind of world is it? How long 
has this been happening? 


SCP-1861-B: Listen, | want to help you. | 
swear | do. But if you won't believe me, | have 
no choice but to go look for someone else 
who'll come with me. I'm truly, truly sorry, but | 
can't just stand here arguing with you when 
there are other people out there | could be 
trying to save. 


<End Log> 
+Interview log DOC-1861-2 


Interviewed: An instance of SCP-1861-B 
claiming to be D-1861-46. 


Interviewer: D-1861-45, receiving questions 
from Dr. Klutch via remote broadcast. 


Foreword: D-1861-45 and D-1861-46, adult 
males of roughly 30 years of age, had both 
been sent into a previous manifestation of 
SCP-1861. During that time, D-1861-45 was 


instructed to avoid contact with SCP-1861-B 
instances, and D-1861-46 was instructed to 
enter SCP-1861-A. Heavy rain can be heard 
throughout the interview, and SCP-1861-B's 
speech is muffled by the diving gear it is 
wearing. 


<Begin log> 


D-1861-45: How do | know that you're really 
Sal? 


SCP-1861-B: | can tell you that the code word 
is 'Boyardee.' Is that proof enough? 


D-1861-45: It proves you've got his memories, 
at least. So what happened after you went 
inside the sub? 


SCP-1861-B: The inside of the sub is pretty 
much just one long, narrow passageway. The 
thing was full of those diving suit people, along 
with a bunch of random folks from around 
town. It was jam packed in there; you could 
barely move. You kept getting pushed further 
and further back as more people entered. The 
deeper | got, the more certain | was that I'd hit 
a wall at the end, but it was like that 
passageway just kept stretching on forever. 
About an hour after | first entered, people 
stopped coming in and the hatch was closed. 
Then, without any warning, the sub started 
filling up with water. 


D-1861-45: Wait, they tried to drown you? 


SCP-1861-B: | don't know, man. The water 
just kept rising higher and higher. People were 
screaming and panicking and knocking each 
other over. It was awful. The guys in the diving 


suits tried to keep everyone calm, explaining it 
was part of safety procedures. They gave out 
diving suits to the rest of us and ordered us to 
put them on. So we did. | mean, what choice 
did we have? People who'd brought their kids 
and pets were cramming them into the suits 
just to keep them from drowning to death. 


D-1861-45: Makes sense. So | guess you 
were all trapped down there for a whole 
‘nother six months until the next blood rain 
thing happened? 


SCP-1861-B: Actually, we didn't have to wait 
very long at all. That's where things started 
getting really weird. Once everyone had the 
diving suits on ... they opened the airlock and 
started letting people leave the sub. 


D-1861-45: What? 


SCP-1861-B: Yeah. We were told not to take 
the suits off yet, though. They told us that 
when we got out of the sub, we wouldn't be 
able to breathe without our suits, and that 
everyone we left behind on land would be 
dead. When | stepped out onto the surface, 
everything looked almost exactly like it had an 
hour ago. | saw the lake, the trees, the 
boathouses... everything was where it had 
been, but ... 


D-1861-45: What? Had something changed? 


SCP-1861-B: It's hard to explain. | want to say 
that it was like everything was underwater, but 
it was more than that. It was like everything 
around us was part of the water itself. When 
you looked up, you didn't see a surface. It just 
went on forever. And the trees? The 
boathouses? They weren't solid. They were 


just a different sort of liquid. Even when you 
stood on the ground, it was kind of like you 
were swimming in it, because the ground was 
liquid. Except you didn't actually have to swim. 
And even though everything was water, you 
could still tell that there was a lake there. As if 
the lake was a purer form of liquidness. Sorry, 
am | making any sense at all here? 


D-1861-45: Not a whole lot, no. Hey, Dr. 
Klutch wants to know how long you guys were 
out there like that. 


SCP-1861-B: The whole six months. We lived 
like that day and night. 


D-1861-45: Did anyone try taking their suits 
off? 


SCP-1861-B: Of course. Especially at first, 
since everyone was confused and scared. But 
as soon as someone took their helmet off, their 
bodies sort of ... | think ‘dissolve’ would be the 
best word for it. They weren't solid anymore; 
they kind of turned into a mist and merged with 
the water that was all around us. They lost 
their shape, but you could still tell they were 
there, shapeless and floating. 


D-1861-45: How did you guys eat? 


SCP-1861-B: We didn't. Didn't sleep, either. 
We just breathed. Passed the time by 
exploring and talking to each other. 


D-1861-45: Did you see any animals or other 
people? 


SCP-1861-B: Kinda. We'd see their bodies. 
They'd float three or four feet off the ground, 
and their hair and fur would move like it does 


when its underwater, but they always kept their 
position. Didn't drift away or anything like that. 
It's really, really weird over there, man. And all 
the dead things, humans and animals, were 
missing their eyes. Blood would just keep 
pumping nonstop from the sockets and then 
dissipate into the water around them. And their 
teeth ... | can't just say 'their teeth were gone,’ 
because that doesn't begin to cover it. It was 
like someone took a bite out of their face right 
where their mouth should have been. Teeth, 
lips, gums, all gone. 


D-1861-45: And no explanation from anyone? 
What did the guys who had led you into the 
sub have to say about all this? 


SCP-1861-B: A lot of them said they had the 
same story we did. The blood rain came, then 
someone in a suit told them to climb into the 
sub, then bam! Water world. There was this 
one guy, though. He said he was the original 
captain of the sub. 'Hershel Guthrie of the 
HMS Wintersheimer' was how he introduced 
himself. Anyway, the guy was a looney one. 
Rarely ever spoke coherently. If you asked him 
about the sub, he'd call it his 'ark.' If you asked 
him about the water place, he would call it the 
‘new world’. 


D-1861-45: What did he say about the people 
with missing eyes and teeth? 


SCP-1861-B: He just said 'the watcher of eyes 
and biter of teeth deemed them worthy’ and 
crazy talk like that. 


D-1861-45: How'd you wind up back in the real 
world? 


SCP-1861-B: It was pretty sudden, actually. 


One day, a bunch of guys started yelling for 
everyone to make their way back to the 
submarine. Said that another area was getting 
‘attacked’, and we needed to rescue as many 
people as possible. 


D-1861-45: All right. Weird water dimension, 
mangled floating corpses, infinite submarine. 
Got all that Dr. Klutch? Great. But now why 
haven't you taken off that suit already, Sal? 


SCP-1861-B: [Si/ence] 
D-1861-45: Sal? 


SCP-1861-B: I'm scared, man. | don't know 
what's real anymore. Hell, | can't say for sure if 
I'm even really alive. You have these diving 
suits that wander around, moving like people, 
but barking like dogs and talking like toddlers. 
We aren't what we used to be before we put 
on the suits. I'm sorry, man. | don't understand 
very much of this, but given what | do know, | 
honestly don't think that we're human 
anymore. 


D-1861-45: Dr. Klutch says you've got to take 
off the suit. For science and all that. 


SCP-1861-B: [| No response for 15 seconds | 
I'm just so scared. If I'm not human, what am 
|? If | take this helmet off, what'll | see? [ 70 
second pause | Before, when we were in that 
storm together, the guys in the suits told us 
that we'd die as soon as the rain stopped. And 
you know what? During the time | spent in that 
water place, | found you. Teeth missing and 
eyes gone. | saw your dead body! And | 
thought, 'maybe those guys were right. Maybe 
everyone else really is dead.’ And here you 
are in front of me. | don't get it. | don't know 


what's real, man. 


D-1861-45: Well, what else are you going to 
do? Get back into the sub and live in Sea 
World the rest of your life? Who knows, maybe 
it's not too late to get back to normal. If | were 
you, I'd think death would be better than 
whatever kind of hell you're stuck in. Just take 
off the suit already! 


SCP-1861-B: Okay... here goes. 


<End Log> 


Closing Statement: SCP-1861-B removed its 
helmet and large amounts of seawater began 
to pour from the suit. No body was found 
inside, but two human eyes and a set of teeth 
were recovered from within the diving suit. 
Testing performed on the remains revealed 
that the eyes originally belonged to an 8-year- 
old female and the teeth to a European red 
deer (Cervus elaphus). 


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SCP-1862: The Fluoridated Man 


Item #: SCP-1862 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1862 is to be contained in 
a chamber of similar proportions and furnishings to a Class-2 
humanoid containment cell, but with all inner surfaces constructed 
entirely of plexiglass, polyethylene, polypropylene, or other 1862- 
Safe materials. A complete list of 1862-Safe substances may be 
found in Document 1862-A. Unexposed structural elements may be 
constructed of standard materials. 


The containment cell is to be outfitted with an airlock to prevent 
contamination of the rest of the facility. All personnel entering the 
chamber must be wearing 1862-Safe full-body protective suits, 
complete with respirators. In the event of contamination, personel 
are to immediately wash and apply calcium gluconate gel to the 
affected area, then report to the infirmary for treatment. 


Contingent on continued good behavior, SCP-1862 is to be provided 
with music, 1862-Safe writing materials, and access to television 
shows and news projected into the cell. Other requests may be 
approved on a case-by-case basis by the project director. SCP-1862 
is to be provided with 3 litres of distilled water each day, contained in 
1862-Safe bottles. Additionally, once per week, a piece of fluorite of 
no less than 200mg is to be given to SCP-1862. SCP-1862 is under 
the impression that it is in custody of the FBI's Unusual Incident 
Unit, and current policy is to allow it to continue in that belief. 


Description: SCP-1862 appears to be a young male human of 
Hispanic descent, with dull yellow skin. All organs and systems of 
SCP-1862 are based on fluorine. Skin and most connective tissue is 
constructed of impure polytetrafluoroethylene, more commonly 
known as Teflon. Internal structures are all made of various fluorine 
compounds. In place of blood, SCP-1862 has oxygen-carrying 


perfluorochemicals. Instead of sweating, SCP-1862 secretes 
hydrofluoric acid.