expected the best out of me. Just before they 
began the experiment, | noticed that one of my 
cameras appeared to be out; the one in the 
long back hallway, leading from Reactor 4 to 
the emergency exit door. What | found odd at 
the time is that, though the camera's screen 
was black, | could still see the ticking numbers 
in the corner, indicating that it was still running. 
| decided, against my better judgment, that | 
had better go down and investigate. 


Dyatlov: Is that when you first encountered 
the soldiers? 


K : Yes. As it turned out, the camera 
wasn't broken, and as soon as | reached the 
area where the camera was located, | felt a 
cold piece of metal prodding against my back, 
and a hushed growl of 'Stay quiet, and we 
won't hurt you." | was scared, of course | would 
be scared, but | did not attempt to make a 
ruckus or anything of the sort, and that, as | 
found out later, would save my life. | was soon 
gagged and handcuffed, though not 
blindfolded, and pulled into a side room, one of 
the offices of a daytime worker at the Plant. 
Their leader, a stocky man named T ; 
didn't say much, save for two things; to keep 
quiet, because 'it' might be near, and to keep 
calm, because they were only looking for 
shelter from 'it'. | wondered what 'it' was, and 
when they took my gag off, | calmly asked, 
though what they told me wasn't exactly 
undoubtedly believable. 


Dyatlov: What did they tell you that ‘it' was? 


K : A psionic of some sort; she had been 
responsible for the deadly incident at the Drills 
earlier in the day. 


Dyatlov: And that's all? They didn't tell you 
anything else? 


K : Like | said, Mister Dyatlov, merely to be 
quiet and stay close to them. They said that 
they had to kill this thing before it did massive 
amounts of damage, and that because | 
worked here and knew the building's layout, | 
would be vital to their mission. 


Dyatlov: Did you begin to think that they were 
special forces when they mentioned their 
‘mission’ and the like? 


K : | confess that | possessed lingering 
thoughts on the matter, especially with the way 
they conducted themselves when we were 
underway, though that took a while. At first, we 
were waiting in that infernally hot room; how 
could a room be that warm on a night in April? 
Or maybe it was simply the stress and fear 
that was making me sweat. The others were 
certainly sweating. 'We're trapped in here,’ 

it had announced, ‘until that fucking thing 
walks away.' | asked if | might have a look to 
see what 'it' was, and T , giving me a look 
as if | was the craziest man in the world, 
shrugged and said, ‘If you want to, Comrade, 
just make sure it doesn't see you.’ 


At that point, | didn't know what to expect. In 
ten minutes, | had gone from a drowsy security 
camera operator to a nervous wreck hunting a 
deadly psionic with a team of potential special 
agents or spies. Of course | was nervous, and 
that nervousness faded into fear when | looked 
out that window and realized it was the 
Vietnamese girl | had almost hit with my car 
earlier in the day, except now, she was 
changed. Her hair was matted, her clothes in 
tatters, her hands and face splattered red. The 


soldiers or agents or whoever they were had 
been running from her, had sought shelter 
from her. | could understand their fright. 


L finally pulled me back down after a few 
seconds, clamping a hand over my mouth to 
make sure that my surprised yelp was 
inaudible. 'Just stay quiet, and we'll be alright.’ 
| nodded, and after a few minutes, there was a 
soft clank somewhere in the distance. We 
heard her moan with what sounded like agony, 
as if she had a pounding headache, and when 
| looked out the window again, she was 
shambling down the hallway in the direction | 
had come from. The others seemed relieved 
that she was gone, but | was struck with worry. 
T noticed my facial expression and asked 
what the matter was, to which | replied that the 
way she was going was the path towards 
Reactor #4, and there was an experiment 
being conducted on it that day. There were not 
only several people in there, but the Reactor 
was also active, and if she got in there during 
the experiment...well, let's just say, we'd need 
to get out of there pretty damn quick. The 
others agreed, and we were off. 


We split into two groups, with T , myself, 
and two other men, one named Azarov and 
one named Kostikov, were to leapfrog from 
room to room down that damned hallway, 
always keeping her in our sight while making 
sure to stay well back. The others were to try 
go down the only other path that went from the 
exit to Reactor #4, which served more as a 
large storage compartment for the Reactor. It 
was the shorter route, and in theory, it would 
also be safer, but | chose to go with T 
instead. Goodness, am | grateful that | did. 


Dyatlov: And why is that, Mr. K ? 


K : Because that was the room that was 
most exposed to radiation when she did get to 
the reactor. We all heard the screams, we all 
saw the sparks fly...but I'm getting ahead of 
myself. Where was |? Ah, yes. We were split 
up, both teams carefully making their way 
towards the Reactor, inching closer to her by 
the minute. We would tiptoe just ten or fifteen 
meters behind her, opening doors as 
cautiously as we could, hiding in rooms if she 
began to turn. We made some slight noise, but 
the humming of the running generators muffled 
most of it. 


When we were about halfway to the generator, 
hiding in the safety of a room, | snapped. | was 
highly disoriented, drowsy, and my head was 
aching. | was following the orders of someone 
who was half my age, who | didn't know. | was 
being told to stealthily follow and track a 
creature, the powers of which | did not 
comprehend, by someone who refused to 
identify themselves to me. | was aiding 
intruders who, for all | Knew, could have been 
executing an elaborate ruse to commit some 
kind of theft; there were monetary possessions 
in the storage rooms that the others had gone 
through. And so when T pulled me into 
One room, | gave him a piece of my mind. 


‘Alright,’ he whispered to me, 'You're going to-' 


‘I'm going to do what, Mister T 2nd 
snapped back at him. Much louder than | 
should have. Both Azarov and Kostikov's eyes 
grew wide and he held his finger to his mouth 
with alarm, insisting that | remain silent. | did 
not heed his warning. ‘I've done everything 
you've told me to, without questioning who you 


are, why you're here, or what that’ - | pointed 
to the wall in the general direction that she was 
walking - 'thing is! Why should | believe what 
you tell me? Why should | help you? Who are 
you, and what's going o-' | was cut off by the 
sound of a deafening, frenzied shriek that 
echoed loudly from the hallway, seemingly 
only feet away. We all froze, and T , only 
after a few moments of silence, signed to 
Kostikov that he should check out the window 
of the door to see what was happening. 


Dyatlov: What did he see? 
K remains silent for a few moments. 


K : Have you ever had a dream, Mister 
Dyatlov, what was so vivid, so terrifying, that it 
left you shivering and quivering in your bed for 
hours after you had woken up? Trembling at 
every sound, every flash of sudden movement, 
something so utterly horrifying that you bury it 
as deep within your mind as possible? 


Dyatlov: | have had my nightmares, Mister 
K , though | cannot, thankfully, say | have 
had any of that extent. 


K : Then surely you can understand that, if 
a nightmare can have such an effect, then a 
real-life scenario would have even more 
intense ramifications on one's mental stability. 
Perhaps that's why they moved me here, even 
though they tell me that it's only temporary, 
that the recovery wards of the actual dedicated 
hospitals are overflowing with those 
contaminated by the Chernobyl Plant's 
radiation, that us mental patients don't deserve 
the same treatment as those of able mind, but 
unable body. 


K sighs, continuing moments later. 


K : Kostikov peeked out of that window, 
and seconds later, there simply was no 
Kostikov. His eyes seemed locked on the 
image outside the window, and he slowly 
began to straighten from a crouch to a 
standing position, back hunched and palms 
open, looking as if he was going to back away. 
Another loud, drawn out scream, though this 
one was out of bloodcurdling anger, slowly 
rising in pitch, similar to a teapot with the water 
approaching full boil. Kostikov was able to 
mutter perhaps a fraction of a second's worth 
of a scream before the door was knocked off 
of its hinges and sent flying, pinning Kostikov 
against the wall. 


Before the door could as much as fall away 
from him after the initial impact, she came 
running in, shrieking like a madwoman, 
pressing herself against the door, frantically 
trying to claw at him through the wood. T 
shouted at us to run for our lives, and even 
though Kostikov was begging us not to leave 
him, we ran, booking it as fast as we could to 
the Reactor. We could hear his screams of 
agony the further from the room we got, with 
one last drawn out cry ringing clear as we 
heard that awful wail from her again, though 
something unexpected happened, too - there 
was an explosion. 'He had a grenade on 
him..." T explained. ‘It should slow her 
down.’ 


Of course, we had no actual idea if a grenade 
would slow her down. She was, after all, a 
human, but she was also a psionic, and we 
had no idea what that could mean in terms of 
ability to heal from wounds. She had other 


resemblance to humans, while later ones will more closely resemble 
SCP-879. All specimens of SCP-879-2 have shown aggression 
towards any intrusion upon Site-55 by Foundation personnel, and no 
individuals are capable of moving themselves any significant 
distance away from Site-55. It is believed that SCP-879-2 would 
have reached full development by the twelfth generation. 


Addendum-01: / /20 : Due to a shift in SCP-879’s migration 
pattern, which brought it dangerously close to Tasmania and the 
Australian coast, operation “Belly Flop” was ordered by the O5 
board, carried out by Dr. and Agent . 


Addendum-02: / /20 : Operation “Belly Flop” concludes as a 
success: SCP-879 was brought under Foundation control, but with 
more physical damage than originally projected. Dr. was put 
under disciplinary review for causing needless damage to an SCP 
item. 


Addendum-03: / /2010: Footage recorded by drones observing 
Site-55 shows two SCP-879-2 individuals (897-2i-3 and 879-2h-6, 
respectively) displaying mating behavior. Results of said behavior 
remain inconclusive. Observation of Site-55 has been increased, 
and five members of task force Gamma-6 deployed to the Black 
Martin to provide further support. 


« SCP-878 | SCP-879 | SCP-880 » 


aspects about her that were supernatural, 
that's certainly for sure, so why could this, too, 
not be extraordinary? So we hoped that she 
had been damaged by that grenade, but of 
course we thought about what we could do if 
she wasn't. It's human nature to dwell over 
negative possibilities in times like these. We 
had barely anything in the form of armaments - 
T had a Makarov, Azarov a folding-stock 
Kalashnikov, and one of the men in the other 
group had a knife - and if a grenade couldn't 
kill her, or at least incapacitate her, then we 
were in for a big helping of trouble. 


At this time, it had been maybe fifteen minutes 
since | had originally been pulled into this 
debacle. The test would be running soon, we 
had to warn the others to shut the reactor 
down and get out while they still had time. 
‘Something tells me that a grenade won't deter 
her for long,’ T said as we ran through the 
hall. What's funny is that, had there been 
someone just casually strolling through the hall 
at that moment, there wouldn't appear to be 
anything strange, aside from the group of 
soldiers, of course. The lights were on and 
functioning normally, the doors were closed, 
there were occasional papers on the floor, but 
the hall was clean, and the screams had, 
apparently, stopped. 


We had no idea where she had gone, if she 
was still following us or if she had simply 
turned docile and was wandering back from 
the direction she had came. By this point, we 
had stopped running, moving simply at a walk 
again, albeit as quietly and cautiously as 
possible. Kostikov had just been killed, and the 
being was apparently gone. Where had she 
gone? Was the test still in danger? Was this all 


some dream | was having, passed out at my 
post? 


T snapped me out of my thoughts. 
‘What's your name, anyway?’ He asked me. | 
told him that | was Vadim K , and added 
that | was a security camera circuit operator. 
‘Vadim, you need to listen to me, and listen 
carefully. We have no idea if the people in 
there are still in danger or not. Azarov and | 
are going to try and find the others from our 
squad, you get in there and warn the others 
that they might be in grave danger. This is 
important, K . You've seen what this thing 
can do, pray you don't have to see what it can 
do again.’ | nodded, and they took off down a 
side hallway, leading towards the general area 
where the maintenance hallway let out. 


| continued, alone, into the reactor chamber. 
When | reached the door just outside of the 
chamber, | stopped and stood there, taking in 
the silence, the gentle hum of the reactor as 
the test began, and my brain finally began to 
attempt to catch up to what had happened in 
the last few minutes. | had seen someone die, 
been introduced to something almost wholly 
outside of my understanding, and was now 
being instructed to halt an official experiment 
in the name of saving a few lives at a small 
town's nuclear power plant. Now that | was 
alone, | was wondering if | actually was asleep, 
or perhaps even losing my mind. Were these 
soldiers just figures of my imagination? Was | 
having a vivid dream, and merely 
sleepwalking? 


‘K ? What are you doing here?’ | heard a 
voice challenge me; my boss, Pakovich! 'It's 
1:23, Vadim, you're supposed to be at your 


post! What's gotten into you?’ | was so 
disoriented, so confused, so overwhelmed. | 
had just heard a man be killed minutes 
earlier...or had |? Had all of that really 
happened? Or was | having a mental 
breakdown from a stressful day? | weakly, 
feebly tried to reply that the experiment was in 
danger, that something had broken in. 'If 
something's broken in, then you should have 
paged us about it while staying at your post, 
K . Come on, you should know better than 
this by now! Can't you see we're b-' His 
speech was cut off as the air vent above him 
suddenly seemed to burst open. She fell out of 
the air vent. She had climbed into the air vent 
after she had killed Kostikov, and she had 
gotten to the reactor room that way, and now 
Pakovich was being torn limb from limb as he 
screamed like a child. 


What followed was chaos. Scientists 
screamed, the being shrieked and sparked, 
more people were killed and eviscerated, and 
the reactor was left unchecked. | froze; | didn't 
know what to do, or how to approach doing it. 
My eyes began to sting from tears. My breath 
hitched. | was unable to move. | was horrified, 
you see. | could see her chasing scientists and 
researchers and other various personnel on 
the other side of the chamber. There was just 
one other door in the room besides the one | 
was standing at, and she was standing 
between it and any personnel who could reach 
it, so they all began to flood towards the 
doorway | was in. She screamed, and began 
to follow after them. | connected the dots in my 
head. This wouldn't end well. 


However, | needn't have worried, for just when 
she began to move, the door she had been