Note: What the fuck is he doing with a "Safe" classification? Tell O5 
I'm not supervising tests on anything "outside my security clearance 
again, dammit. -Dr. Blast 


" 


Experiment-09: Exposure to SCP-662-1 "Mr. Deeds" 


Full effects of SCP-316 confirmed after 28 seconds of exposure, to 
which the subject exhibits normal symptoms. Subject is asked to 
explain his origin and other previously unobtainable information. 
Subject remains silent and unresponsive. Administering researcher 
asks subject to obtain a glass of lemonade, to which he responds 
that he is "tired, and would rather not". Researcher insists; subject 
leaves in the expected manner and returns with a glass on a tray, 
which is empty save for three cubes of ice and a wedge of lemon. 
Upon questioning, subject responds that he was thirsty. When 
dismissed and summoned again with SCP-662, subject returns free 
of symptoms and immediately apologizes to researcher for his 
“unprofessional conduct". When asked about the effects of exposure 
to SCP-316, subject replied that they were "unpleasant". Testing 
concluded. 


Note: Cheeky bastard. -Dr. Blast 


[AWAITING DECLASSIFICATION]. 


For more information on Event Nachash, please read attached 
addenda and documentation. 


Forward-2746 


SCP-2746 Documents 


The following documents are flyers, letters, and documented 
speeches recovered while exploring SCP-2746-1. Barring 
Document-2746-9, the majority of these documents were written in 
dialect A-12 ("Old Angelic"). 

Documentation not displayed here consisted of personal exchanges, 
trades and commissions, and literature. These documents can found 


in Recovered Documents-2746-2, and may be accessed by 
personnel with level 2/2746 clearance or higher. 


Notice-2746-1 


TO ALL RIGHTEOUS CITIZENS 
OF 


Following the banishment of A andE , 


former head-crafters Fredrick and Agathos have forsaken 


THEIR HOLY DUTIES 


and proclaimed their 


TRAITOROUS IDEALS 


against 


OUR GLORIOUS MAKER 


Crafters Suwaird and Sari will carry on their duties until our former 
leaders 


SEE THEIR UNJUST ACTS 


The 


TRAITORS 


and all similarly minded citizens suspected of heeding their 


BLASPHEMY 


are to be 


WHIPPED, STARVED, AND CRUCIFIED 
FOR 108 CYCLES 


upon their capture 
in the hopes that we may restore both their divinity and grace 


May our maker forgive us for their transgressions 


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Fl’ AAEIRIR UALAJOFYI'GW 
ALAFLAXUYLW I'S 


Si'irirviolalj foy peellawoyiylfi's A elkE , 


si'uayiyua oyeekauaeesfyuaw Fredrick clk Agathos 
ozephy si'uaweezy! 


FOYLAUA Ol'IRII KGFLAYW 
elk vuai'aireelayiyk foylaua 
FUAAELAFI'UAI'GW LAKYAEIRW 


ejeeclalwf 


'GUA JIRI'UALAI'GW 
YIAEZYUA 


Auaeesfyuaw Suwaird elk Sari iolairir azeuauail i'! 
foylaua kgflayw glflair i'gua si'uayiyua iryeekyuaw 


WYY FOYLAUA GLGWF AEAFW 


Foy 


FUAAELAFI'UAW 


eelk eeirir wlayilaireeuairil yilalkyk alaflaxuylw wgwvyafyk 
i's oyyklalj foylaua 


PIRAEWVOYYIIL 
eeuay fi’ py 


IOOLAVVYK, WFAEUAPHYK, AELK 
AUAGALASLAYK SI'UA CVIII 
AILAIRYW 


gvi'l foylaua azeviguay 


lal foy oi'vyw fozef ioy yieeil uaywfi'uay pi'fo foylaua 


klaphlallafil aelk juageay 
Yiaeil ‘gua yizezyua si'uajlaphy gw si'ua foylaua fuagelwjuaywwiai'lw 


Notice-2746-2 


TO ALL RIGHTEOUS CITIZENS 
OF 


The 'Furies of ‘movement isa 


BLATANT SIN 


against both the empire and 


OUR GLORIOUS MAKER 


If any members of this movement are found, the royal guard is to be 
notified of their presence 


IMMEDIATELY 


so they may face 


ETERNAL CRUCIFIXION 


The heathens are great in number, and are 


IMMENSELY DANGEROUS 


those who are found aiding them shall be considered genuine 
sympathizers of their cause, and shall face 


GREATER PUNISHMENT 


May our maker forgive us for our transgressions 


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Fl’ AAEIRIR UALAJOFYI'GW 
ALAFLAXUYLW I'S 


Foy 'Sgualayw i's _ ' yii'phyyiylf law ce 


PIRAEFAELF WLAL 


eejeclalwf pi'fo foy yyivlauay elk 


'GUA JIRI'UALAI'GW 
YIAEZYUA 


Las eelil yiyyipyuaw i's folaw yii'phyyiylf eeuay si'glk, foy 
uai'ileeir jgeeuak law fi’ py li'flaslayk i's foylaua vuaywylay 


LAYIYIYKLAZEFYIRIL 


wi' foyil yieeil seeay 


YFYUAL/EIR 
AUAGALASLADE'LAIT'L 


Foy oyeefoylw aeuay juayeef lal Igyipyua, elk auay 


LAYIYIYLWYIRIL 
KAELJYUAI'GW 


foi'wy iooi’ eeuay si'glk eelaklalj foyyi woeeirir py 
ai'lwlakyuayk jylglaly wilyiveefolaxuyuaw i's foylaua 
azegwy, celk woeeirir seeay 


JUAYAEFYUA 
VGLLAWOYIYLF 


Yizil i'gua yizezyua si'uajlaphy gw si'ua i'gua fuazelwjuaywwilai'lw 


Letter-2746-3 


FREDRICK, AGATHOS, 


Can you not see the pain you are causing unto others? Do you not 
see your brother's and sister's eternal shells going helplessly mad 
along our paths? They are starving by OUR hands, and nothing but 
YOU are forcing them. 


You, and what you are doing are wrong. 


We will not even let you make the attempt to harm our Maker, and 

are prepared to stand and fight you and every force in you have 
seduced or geased to this pointless resistance. You have no right, 

but we can not give up on you. We don't wish this upon you, but if 

need be, we will strand you here. 


Don't make it come to that; we could have so much more than this. 
If you have any decency, please, stop this pointless fighting. End the 
suffering. 

Release Clovis, and turn yourselves in. This can only end tragically. 


~Suwaird and Sari 


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FREDRICK, AGATHOS, 


Ae ili’g li'f wyy foy veelal ili'g zeuay aeegwlalij glfi' i'foyuaw 
Ki ili’g li'f wyy ili'gua puai'foyua'w elk wlawfyua'w 
yfyualeeir woyirirw ji'lalj oyirvirywwiril yizek eiri'lj i'gua 
veefow Foyil zuay wfeeuaphlalj pil I'GUa ozelkw, elk 
li'folalj pgf III'G eeuay si'uaalalj foyyi. 


lli'g, gelk iooeetf ili'g eeuay ki'lalj zeuay iouai'lj. 


loy iolairir li'f yphyl iryf ili'g yieezy foy eeffyyivt fi’ ogeuayi 
i'gua Yizezyua, elk euay vuayveeuayk fi’ wfeelk zelk 
slajof ili'g eelk yphyuail si'uaay lal ili'ig oaephy wykgayk 
i'ua jyeewyk fi’ folaw vi'lalfiryww uaywlawfeelay. lli'g 
oeephy li' ualajof, pgf ioy aeel li'f jlaphy gv i'l ili'g. loy ki'l'f 
iolawo folaw gvi'l ili'g, pgf las lyyk py, ioy iolairir wfuaeelk 
ili'g oyuay. 


Ki'l'f yizezy laf ai'yiy fi’ foeef; ioy ai'girk ozephy wi' yigao 
yii'uay foeel folaw. 

Las ili'g ozephy eelil kyaylail, viryeewy, wfi'v folaw 
vi'lalfiryww slajoflalj. YIk foy wgssyualalj. 


Uayiryeewy Clovis, eelk fgual ili'guawyirphyw lal. Folaw 
aeel i'liril ylk fuaeejlaazeiriril. 


~Suwaird eelk Sari 


SUWAIRD, SARI, 


While we are quite saddened that you and the other crafters do not 
share our views on our Maker, we would like you to understand that 
none of us give a damn. As you have pointed to us, our concern is 


placed on the citizens you have created examples of. 


You are aware that the overwhelming majority of the citizens you 
suspect of following us used to fear our Maker, correct? You are 
paranoid, and you are only hurting yourselves. The citizens curse 
you for following him, and that makes their love go to us, to the point 
to where even your guards have deserted his cause for ours. 


It further amazes us that you believe Clovis has decided to follow us 
by anything other than her own volition. You act as if she is not 
capable of having her own will, that the only conceivable way that 
she could oppose you is by geas. 


Our care goes to those who you have hurt, those you have starved 
and beaten. The ones that are truly suffering. When our time comes, 
our first act will be to set free our brothers and sisters, and allow 
them the privilege to be the first to consume our maker's flesh and 
blood. We see no reason as to why the maker has punished us for 
what the humans have done, other than for cruel entertainment. 


This is your last chance. We can forgive you, but him we can not. Do 
not stand in our way. 


We agree that we are wrong. We were made wrong. And we are 
hungry. 


~ Fredrick and Agathos 


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SUWAIRD, SARI, 


loolairy ioy eeuay khglafy weekkylyk foeef ili'g aelk foy 
i'foyua auaeesfyuaw ki’ lif woeeuay i'gua phlayiow i'l i'igua 
Yigezyua, ioy ioi'girk irlazy ili’g fi’ glkyuawfeelk foeef li'ly i's 
gw jlaphy & keeyil. AEw ili'g ogephy vi'lalfyk fi’ gw, i'gua 
ai'layual law virgeayk i'l foy alaflaxuylw ili'g oeephy 
auayeefyk yde'eeyiviryw i's. 


lli'g eeuay eiogeuay foeef foy i'phyuaiooyiryilalj 
yieeui'ualafil i's foy alaflaxuylw ili'g wgwvyaf i's si'iriri'iolalj 
gw, gwyk fi’ syeeuayk i'gua Yieezyua, ai'uauayaf lli'g 
eeuay veeuaeeii'lak, elk ili'g aeuay i'liril oguaflalj 
ili'guawyirphyw. Foy alaflaxuylw aguawy ili'g si'ua 
si'irir’'iolalj olayi, eelk fozef yieezyw foylaua iri'phy ji’ fi’ gw, 
fi' foy vi'lalf fi’ iooyuay yphy! ili'gua jgaeuakw oeephy 
kywyuafyk olaw agegwy si'ua i'guaw. 


Laf sguafoyua eyizexuyw gw foeetf ili'g pyirlayphy Clovis 
oeew kyalakyk fi' si'irir'io gw pil eelilfolalj i‘foyua fozel oyua 
iol phi'irlaflai'l. lig eeaf zew las woy law li'f aeeveepiry i's 
ozephlalj oyua i'iol iolairir, foeef foy i'liril ai'laylapheepiry 
ioeeil fozef woy ai'girk i'wi'wy ili'g law pil jyzew. 


I'gua ageuay ji'yw fi’ foi'wy iooi' ili'g oeephy oguaf, foi'wy 
ili'g oeephy wfeeuaphyk eelk pyzefyl. Foy i'lyw foeef aeuay 
fuagiril wgssyualalj. looyl i'gua flayiy ai'yiyw, i'gua 
slauawf zeaf iolairir py fi’ wyf suayy i'gua puai'foyuaw elk 
wlawfyuaw, elk eeiriri'io foyyi foy vualaphlairyjy fi’ py foy 
slauawf fi’ ai'lwgyiy i'gua yizezyua'w sirywo eelk piri'i'k. loy 
wyy li’ uayezewi'l zw fi’ iooil foy yieezyua ozew vgllawoyk 
gw si'ua iooeef foy ogyizelw oeephy ki'ly, i'foyua foeel si'ua 
auagyir ylfyuafeelalyiylf. 


Folaw law ili'gua irzewf aozelay. loy aeel si'uajlaphy ili’g, 
pgf olayi ioy aeel li'f. Ki’ li'f wfeelk lal i'gua iozeil. 


loy eajuayy fozef ioy eeuay iouai'lj. loy ioyuay yizeky 
iouai'lj. AEIk ioy eeuay ogljuail. 


~ Fredrick elk Agathos 


Speech-2746-5 


My sons, my daughters, 


Not too long ago, we lived in the greatest of times. Our Maker, 
whom we cherished, crafted thirteen spirits, and gave them one 


simple order: 
Craft. 


And so we did, grateful for our creation. We crafted the canvas, and 
every body it contains. We crafted the soil beneath our feet, and the 
trees that brush the skies. We followed his example, and crafted 764 
spirits, similar, but unique to each other. Soon, for no other purpose 
than to craft, we created all that you have seen. It was because of 
you, that we have what we have now. 


But then, we noticed something: what we have crafted was... still. It 
was boring; empty. There was nothing to appreciate and enjoy the 
things we have made. We created life; not the lives of mere plants, 
but the lives of walkers. Each of us created these wondrous designs; 
designs that were strong, designs that were agile, designs that 
differed wildly from each other 


We presented our work to the Maker, like a child does with its first 
work of art, and he looked upon it all. 


It disgusted him. 


He tore our worlds down, and we rebuilt them again; this time, with 
rules dictated what we could do, and what we could not; no longer 
could we stray from the mundane; but we could not stray from the 

impossible; not entirely. 


We built our designs from each others work, going down paths that 
the original creator wouldn't usually go, adapting them for different 
surroundings and making revisions. If the designs didn't work, and 
they didn't many times, we'd work on that design with different 
creations in different environments, and if it still didn't work, we 
would simply attempt something else, or leave it for others to find. It 
was still chaos, and we employed the use of magic every now and 
again, but we were happy. We, satisfied from our achievements, 
took the form of what we believed to be our best works, and 
presented the works to him a second time. 


He looked upon it, and disposed of it again. Only during the third 
time, when he gave us his direct supervision, or perhaps, when he 


SCP-317: Cretaceous Physicist 


Item #: SCP-317 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-317-1 is to be preserved 
in a vat of liquid nitrogen. Requests for tissue samples from 
SCP-317-1 must be made in writing; all research into tissue samples 
from SCP-317-1 must be in compliance with class-5 biohazard 
protocols. 


Examination of SCP-317-2 must be done in class-3 cleanroom 
facilities. Requests for examination of 317-2 must be made in 
writing. 


SCP-317-3 has been disassembled; the parts are stored in 
separate locations. Requests for examination of 317-3 must be 
made in writing to two separate O5-level personnel. No two 
components of SCP-31 7-3 may be brought within 100 km of each 
other. 


Description: SCP-317-1 is the cadaver of a sapient reptilian entity 
tentatively identified as a previously-unknown species of 
pachycephalosaurid. Subject was bipedal, female, and 3 m tall, and 
wore clothing made from synthetic polymers; subject also wore 
corrective lenses. Subject was largely herbivorous, and had 
prehensile digits. 


Subject's metabolism was adapted to a higher atmospheric oxygen 
content, and therefore subject wore a respirator device when not in 
its quarters. 


Biochemical analysis postmortem (rhodopsins, mitochondria, 
homeobox genes, cytochrome P450) confirms that SCP-317-1 
shared common ancestry with current Earth life. Autopsy records 
are available in archive 317-B-685. 


inserted his own likeness, did he see our work was good. But we did 
not care, we have finally appeased our father's expectations, no 
matter how self serving they might be. 


That is, until his creations became... corrupt. The Maker blamed this 
all on our designs, for being full of temptations. Our designs were 
only meant to be artistic expressions, or simple pleasures. His 
designs were greedy! They believed they were entitled to everything 
they saw; that we exist to serve them! Never forget that when THEY 
provoked sin, and WE got punished for it! None of our creations felt 
that need, he crafted them to fail by DESIGN. 


We feel their greed, we can no longer craft, and they get what? They 
are simply ‘banished' from this place... Is that a worthy punishment? 
They go to create, they go to live and die, they go to eat, and let me 

remind you, they are eating YOUR creations. Is that fair?! 


No. No it is not. But you know what also isn't fair? Six to one odds. A 
hundred scholars stand in the way of an ocean of fire! Together, we 

have every advantage over those who still follow him! We will storm 

the house of the Maker, and make him witness the horrors he made 

us! 


If they strike you down, your mother and | will defend you. If they 
strike us down, we will all rise to fight again! We will end our hunger, 
and we will craft a fourth world, not for him, but for us: the way WE 
AS THE TRUE CREATORS OF _ DESIRE! One way or another, 
OUR VICTORY IS INEVITABLE! 


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Yiil wi'lw, yiil keegjofyuaw, 


Li'f fi'l' iri'lj eeji’, ioy irlaphyk lal foy juayeefywf i's flayiyw. 
I'gua Yizezyua, iooi'yi ioy aoyualawoyk, auaeesfyk 
folauafyyl wvlaualafw, gelk jzephy foyyi i'ly wlayiviry 
i'uakyua 


Auaeest. 


FElk wi' ioy klak, juagefysgir si'ua i'gua auayeeflai'l. loy 
auazesfyk foy azelpheew, eelk yphyuail pi'kil laf ai'lfeelalw. 
loy auazesfyk foy wi'lair pylyeefo i'gua syyf, eelk foy 
fuayyw foeef puagwo foy wzlayw. loy si'irir'ioyk olaw 
yde'zeyiviry, eelk auazesfyk 764 wvlaualafw, wlayilaireeua, 
pgf gllakhgy fi' yeeaoi'foyua. Wi'i'l, si'ua li’ i'foyua 
vguavi'wy foeel fi’ auazesf, ioy auayeefyk eirir fozet ili'g 
oeephy wyyl. Laf ioeew pyazegwy i's ili'g, fozef ioy oeephy 
iooeef ioy ozephy li'io.