Discovery: SCP-3833-1 and SCP-3833-2 came to the Foundation's 
attention after mountain climber Jerry Helder ascended Nanga 
Parbat and encountered both SCP-3833-1 and SCP-3833-2. Helder 
posted about this incident on his mountain-climbing blog, where it 
was flagged by Foundation webcrawler I/O-BLACKLEECH for 
potential anomalous activity. The blog was seized by Foundation 
assets and the post was deleted. 


Addendum 02/01/2018: All attempts to find SCP-3833-2 using long- 
range surveillance has failed. In all instances, SCP-3833-2 only 
appears during manifestations of SCP-3833-1. Similarly to 
SCP-3833-1, SCP-3833-2 is unobservable outside of SCP-3833, 
making observation outside of SCP-3833 impossible. 


With authorization from Site Director Graham and Resource 
Marshall , short-range interaction through D-class personnel has 
been approved. Fifty D-class personnel of above-average physical 
health have been allocated to Site-3833 for use in this operation. 


One group of four D-class personnel is to ascend Nanga Parbat and 
then descend the mountain. Should they ascend and descend 
successfully, another group is to ascend the mountain. Should they 


encounter SCP-3833-1, they are to attempt to find the cliffface 
where SCP-3833-2 is located. If they find SCP-3833-2, they are to 
enter and use audiovisual equipment to record interactions with 
SCP-3833-3. 


Five groups encountered SCP-3833-1, and only one encountered 
SCP-3833-2. No further incursions into SCP-3833 are planned. 


View Attachment: Relevant Audiovisual Excerpts 


VIDEO TRANSCRIPT 


<Begin Log> 


Agent Krunt: Alright boys, recorders are on. 
For the record, state your names and 
numbers. 


D-8990: Marty , D-8990. 
D-2344: Fredericks  , D-2344. 
D-0110: Clyde _, D-0110. 
D-5671: Micheal , D-5671. 


Agent Krunt: This is Agent James Krunt of 
the D-Class management division. I'm about to 
send these guys up to the peak of the 
mountain in hopes of encountering 
SCP-3833-2. We will have sniper rifles trained 
on them at all times2 to ensure compliance. Do 
you have anything to say before | send you 
up? 


D-2344: | already fucking hate this. 


Agent Krunt: Great. Well, you know your 
mission, please begin to ascend the mountain. 


The groups begins to ascend Nanga Parbat. 


15 minutes and 43 seconds of little interaction. 


D-8990: | think we're outside earshot of Agent 
Cunt and his minions now. 


D-0110: Don't call him that! Remember what- 


D-8990: Yeah, what are they gonna do? Shoot 
us down for making shitty puns? Fat chance. 


D-2344: Shut up, Marty. 
D-8990: Shut the hell up, Fred. 


The group continues to ascend the mountain, 
until they reach a very tall cliff-wall. 


D-0110: Fucking hell, how are we supposed to 
climb this? 


Researcher Calvin (Over Radio): You have a 
winch in your backpack. 


D-5671: Wait, you're still listening in on us? 
Researcher Calvin: Affirmative. 

Pause. 

D-8990: So, is Agent Cunt there with you? 


33 minutes 46 seconds of little interaction. 
Wind begins to rise in intensity. 


D-0110: It's getting pretty fucking windy up 
here. 


Researcher Calvin: Is it also cloudy? 
D-2344: Yeah, it's basically overcast. 


Cloud cover prevents direct observation of the 
group through satellite telescope. 


Researcher Calvin: This could be the 
anomalous storm we're looking for. Remember 
to keep close to the walls and watch your step, 
and try to navigate to [REDACTED] 


D-0110: Got it. 


2 minutes 12 seconds of little interaction. The 
group reaches a relatively flat part of the 
mountain. 


D-2344: Stop pushing me around, Marty. 
D-8990: Wasn't me. 


The wind pushes D-2344 to the ground, and 
slides him towards a nearby cliff. D-2344 
manages to employ his ice pick, but the end of 
the pick breaks off, and D-2344 falls into a 
chasm. Fall is assumed to be fatal. 


D-8990: Jesus fucking Christ. 


D-0110: | can swear to god there wasn't a 
chasm there a second ago. 


18 minutes 23 seconds of little interaction, 
aside from complaints from the group about 
the environment. 


D-5671: Fuck, it's getting colder by the minute 
up here. My coat isn't helping at all. 


D-0110: The snow's like a spray of fucking 
bullets. 


Researcher Calvin: Remember to go to 
[REDACTED] 


D-8990: You- 


Interference with audiovisual equipment 


makes communication impossible at this point. 
Signal is not received for fifteen minutes until 
backup equipment is remotely activated. 


D-8990: | can't fucking take it anymore. It's too 
intense. 


D-0110: Wait, | think | hear something? 


Analysis of audio at this point has revealed 
that the sound of a man's voice can be heard 
through the storm. 


D-8990: It's coming from over there! 


The group rounds a corner and discovers a 
wooden cabin matching descriptions of 
SCP-3833-2. A man, presumably SCP-3833-3, 
is standing in front of the door and yelling. 


SCP-3833-3: Hey! Over here! 


The group enters SCP-3833-2. SCP-3833-3 
closes the door to SCP-3833-2. 


SCP-3833-3: Welcome to the top of the 
mountain. Would you like something to drink? 


D-5671: Fuck yeah. I'm fucking dying from 
thirst. 


SCP-3833-3 leads the group over to a set of 
two worn, red couches and a stone fireplace. 
SCP-3833-3 then enters a kitchen area to 
make drinks. 


The group takes their coats off. 
D-0110: Damn, these couches are comfy. 


D-8990: I'm guessing it's just because we're 
finally out of the fucking cold. 


D-5671: This reminds me a bit of my 
grammie's old cabin. | can swear to God she 
had that exact same painting of a moose... 


SCP-3833-3 enters the room carrying a tray of 
four cups of hot chocolate. SCP-3833-3 reacts 
with shock at a series of dermal abrasions on 
D-0110's arm and chest. SCP-3833-3 puts the 
tray down onto a table in between the 
couches, and the group begins to drink. 


SCP-3833-3 takes out a metal box underneath 
one of the couches, and takes out a small, 
unlabeled bottle of liquid from the box. 


D-0110: What's that? 
SCP-3833-3: A bit of medicine for those scars. 


SCP-3833-3 applies some liquid to his hand 
and then uses his hand to apply it to D-0110's 
arms, and a previously unseen set of 
abrasions on D-0110's chest. SCP-3833-3 
then wraps gauze from the box around 
D-0110's arms. 


SCP-3833-3: It won't heal right away, but that 
should take the pain away. Make sure you 
keep the bandages on. 


D-0110: Thanks, man. | appreciate it. 


The group sits in silence for three minutes until 
they finish their drinks. Personnel at Base 
Command push the group to ask SCP-3833-3 
interview questions. 


D-8990: So, what's your name? 
SCP-3833-3: You can call me Russel. 


D-8990: Alright, Russel, what is this place? 


consisting primarily of nickel-iron alloy. The surface is engraved with 
abstract designs across the entirety of its surface. The item is 
incredibly dense, and weighs approximately 5900 kg. Despite this 
weight, SCP-499-2 may be moved by human beings, though with 
severe difficulty. 


At sunrise, local time, SCP-499-2 will begin to emit light of 
approximately 100,000 lumens and heat of approximately 120° C. 
SCP-499 will then begin to push SCP-499-2 in a wide circle, with 
SCP-499-2’s position relative to the diameter of the circle when 
aligned to geographic north correlating with the relative angle of the 
sun above the horizon in the local time zone. At sunset, local time, 
SCP-499-2 will return to its inactive metallic state. Each complete 
circle will take approximately 48 hours. 


Addendum-01: At 2:33 P.M., / /20 , SCP-499 collapsed for 
unknown reasons. The medical staff on hand managed to 
resuscitate the subject after twenty-eight minutes, at which point 
SCP-499 continued its circuit. During the twenty-eight minutes of 
inactivity, the sun was seen to remain at the same angle respective 
to the horizon without change. When SCP-499 resumed usual 
behavior, the sun returned to its appropriate position and movement. 
Appropriate cover-up measures in the affected area were taken 
immediately afterwards. 


Addendum-02: / /2012: A message written by SCP-499 using its 
feces was discovered by staff cleaning the containment chamber. As 
best as can be determined, the message was as follows: 


Where is my son? Where are the others? Where 
[illegible]. 


« SCP-498 | SCP-499 | SCP-500 » 


SCP-3833-3: It's a cabin | built here a while 
back. Nothing more. 


D-8990: Alright. Why is it so damn stormy up 
here? 


SCP-3833-3: The higher up you get, the colder 
it gets. If I'm not mistaken, that's how it works 
for every mountain. 


Pause. 
SCP-3833-3: Did you enjoy your drinks? 


D-5671: They're great. They taste all sweet 
and fuzzy. 


SCP-3833-3: Well, it's getting pretty late now. 


It is of note that the approximate time was 9:03 
PM. 


SCP-3833-3: You must be tired, after all that's 
happened today. Would you like to rest? 


D-0110: Would |? I'd kill for a half-decent cot. 
SCP-3833-3 stands up. 
SCP-3833-3: Follow me. 


SCP-3833-3 leads the group into a hallway 
adjacent to the living room, and then to a 
bedroom. The room contains two bunk beds 
with red comforters covered in blue stars. The 
walls and ceiling are colored blue, and covered 
with a white spiral pattern. A window on one 
wall allows for a view of SCP-3833-1. A spruce 
dressing stand is pressed against the 
remaining wall, and has a beige lamp and a 
blue analog clock resting on it. 


The group slides into the bunk beds and goes 
to sleep. Audiovisual equipment is set to 
deactivate for six hours during night time. 


The next day, SCP-3833-1 is still in the 
process of occurring. Personnel stationed at 
Site-3833 confirms the precense of 
SCP-3833-1. This means that SCP-3833-1 
has been occurring for 9 hours, making it the 
longest occurrence of SCP-3833-1 to date. 


After a short period of time, the group leaves 
the bedroom to find SCP-3833-3 in the living 
room, staring out the window. 


SCP-3833-3: The storm doesn't usually last 
this long. | don't think you'll be able to go out, 
so | guess you'll have to stay here. 


D-0110: That sucks. 


SCP-3833-3: Hey, it's not all bad. I'm making 
muffins, do you want any? 


Once the group finishes eating breakfast, they 
begin to play board games such as checkers 
and chess by SCP-3833-3's suggestion. Little 
interaction is recorded during this period. 


D-8990: Hey, do you have cable up here? 


SCP-3833-3: Unfortunately, no. It does get 
lonely up here, but | doubt anyone would be 
able to run a cable up here. 


D-8990: | think we're missing the Super Bowl 
up here. 


D-5671: Oh crap, you're right! 


D-0110: Which teams are playing again? 


89 minutes and 45 seconds of little interaction. 
D-0110: And... checkmate. 
D-5671: God damn it. 


D-5671 walks up to SCP-3833-3, who is 
working in the kitchen. 


D-5671: Russel, do you have any other 
games? | swear to God, if | lose another game 
of chess to Clyde I'll throw myself out the 
window into the damn storm. 


SCP-3833-3: Well, | do have something else... 


The group sets up a game of Dungeons & 
Dragons. They play for 164 minutes and 33 
seconds without interruption. 


D-5671: | take out my sword and fight the elf. 
SCP-3833-3: Alright, then roll initiative. 

The group rolls twenty-sided dies. 

D-0110: Fuck yeah! 


D-8990: Another fucking natural twenty? | 
swear to God, Clyde, what are you? 


D-0110: Jackson Evergreen, level two Ranger, 
warrior of Neverwinter, and soon-to-be killer of 
elves. 


SCP-3833-3: Alright, you get to go first, Clyde. 


D-0110: | peg 'im between the eyes with my 
crossbow. 


D-0110 rolls a die. 


SCP-3833-3: You miss. It's now the elf's turn. 


He casts Eldritch Blast on Crogon- 
D-8990: Fuck me, another sorcerer? 
SCP-3833-3: It's Micheal's turn, now. 


D-5671: | walk up and stab the fucker in the 
neck. 


D-0110: Damn, in the neck? We gotta catch 
this guy for information! 


SCP-3833-3: You're almost as cruel as the 
mountain, Micheal! 


Pause. 
SCP-3833-3: Anyways, roll for damage. 


The group continues to play Dungeons & 
Dragons for a while longer, before stopping 
and sharing personal stories. 


D-5671: ...and then | got the fuck out of the 
stairwell before the creep got me. Then | got 
transferred to here, and | had to climb this 
damn mountain. That's my story. 


D-0110: Alright, Russel, it looks like it's your 
turn. 


SCP-3833-3: Well, all of you have so many 
interesting stories, and I'm sorry for being so 
dull. | was born in Kaliningrad half a century 
ago. | had a relatively quiet childhood, before | 
went to Saint Petersburg to study Culinary 
Arts. | was a chef for the better part of my life, 
then | came up here. 


D-8990: <At the insistence of Researcher 
Calvin, connected through radio.> But why did 
you come up here in the first place? 


D-0110: I'm more interested in how he got up 
here, with the storms and all. 


SCP-3833-3 pauses. 


SCP-3833-3: It all started when a close friend 
of mine died here on the mountain. | was 
devastated, and at the funeral | vowed to make 
sure nobody died up here again. My vows 
were strong, and my will stronger, so | 
constructed a humble cabin to shelter the poor 
fools who came up here. 


SCP-3833-3 begins to cry. 
D-8990: What's wrong, Russel? 


SCP-3833-3: It's not the storm, it's the 
mountain. The mountain hates. It hated 
Randall back when it swallowed him up. It 
hates every little person who tries to climb up 
the mountain. It hates you. And it especially 
hates me. 


Pause. SCP-3833-1 is still occurring, creating 
a record time of 25 hours for duration. 


SCP-3833-3: I'm alright. It's getting pretty late, 
now. We should go to bed. 


The group goes to bed. Audiovisual equipment 
is shut down to preserve power. However, 
equipment is not reactivated by the group in 
the morning. Remote activation is necessary. 
SCP-3833-1 has died down. The equipment is 
still in the bedroom. The following audio is 
audible through the equipment. 


SCP-3833-3: Ah, you're up quite early. 


D-5671: That's because we made a decision. 
We're going to stay here. 


SCP-3833-3: Pardon? 


D-0110: Yeah, you're right, this mountain 
fucking sucks. But you don't have to stay up 
here alone. 


D-5671: We'll help out wherever we can, we 
promise. 


Pause. 


SCP-3833-3: | don't see why not. It gets a little 
bit lonely up here, and I'm tired of just having 
my thoughts for company. 


The equipment does not record any more 
dialogue, and runs out of power 72 hours later. 


<End Log> 
View Attachment: Status Report of SCP-3833-2, 07/19/2018 
STATUS REPORT 


On 07/19/2018, another group of five D-class 
personnel were made to ascend Nanga 
Parbat, and encountered SCP-3833-1. The 
group was directed to [DATA REDACTED], 
where SCP-3833-2 was located. It was 
discovered that two new cabins were built next 
to SCP-3833-2, apparently for the residence of 
the original group sent up to SCP-3833-2. The 
D-Class sent to investigate were persuaded to 
remove their equipment and enter the cabins. 
These personnel are considered to have 
integrated to this community of D-class 
personnel and SCP-3833-3. 


The two new cabins have been designated 
SCP-3833-2A and -2B. Due to the risk of 
sending trained agents into SCP-3833, and the 


risk of losing more D-class personnel to 
SCP-3833-2, no further personnel are to 
ascend Nanga Parbat. 


Footnotes 
1. Due to the difficulty in testing the upper bound. 
2. Untrue, said by Agent Krunt to motivate the group. 


SCP-3834: Fossil Records 


Item #: SCP-3834 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3834-A through X are to 
be separately held in standard containment lockers at Site-37. The 
location of SCP-3834’s discovery is to be restricted from public 
access until the Foundation Archeological Division has determined 
the site to be free of further anomalous content.