SCP-755 was brought to the attention of the Foundation when an 
EMT discovered a journal belonging to the late investigative 
journalist Graham Scott on the scene of the seven-car pileup that 
resulted in the deaths of Scott and _ other individuals. The journal 
details Scott's attempts to locate and interview the vandal, who he 
believed was attempting to warn the ‘victims of the whte bird [sic]' in 
order to save their lives. 


The white bird mentioned in the graffito and Scott's writing has not 
been confirmed to exist. In many events no bird can be confirmed to 
have been involved outside the direct testimony of the injured party, 
with some or all other witnesses claiming not to have seen any such 
avian at all, or with eyewitnesses disagree on the positioning, exact 
coloration, and species of the bird. 


Addendum 755-1: Despite Scott's assertions, many Foundation 
researchers suspect that the vandal's role in the events preceded by 
viewing the graffito are causal rather than prophetic, and that the 
vandal seeks to further some agenda of their own, or merely enjoys 
the thrill of causing suffering and death. In light of this possibility, 
and given the established correlation between instances of the 
graffito and injuries or fatalities among otherwise unrelated persons, 
SCP-755 has been granted Keter level containment required status, 
and MTF Gamma-30, "Whitewatch", has been created to liaise with 
law enforcement to capture the vandal for study and questioning and 
destroy instances of the graffito as they are located. 


Addendum-755-2: On [REDACTED]pears to have bypassed [DATA 
EXPUNGED] normal for an instance of the graffito but for the 
addition of the words "I'm sorry" in a small cursive font. The event 


"Darke requested a meeting. It's about the Prices—" Howard was 
interrupted by Jay, who nearly spit out his coffee. He managed to 
hold it in, however, to Howard and his car's luck. 


"Sorry—" 
"Ah, so you've heard of it?" 


"Yeah. Saw it on the telly before | left. But, wait, does that mean 
we're looking for them?" 


"| think so. Markus and Phillip'll be there when we arrive, too, so it 
must be a rescue mission." 


Jay leaned back and sighed. "Whoo, boy. Here we go again." 


And so they drove on, plowing through the walls of people and cars 
London threw at them on their journey. The fog drifted past them like 
white seafoam; it frothed and moved around them like nothing they 
could ever see anywhere else. Like an impenetrable barrier of 
nothingness just barely encroaching the vehicle. It almost reminded 
Jay of the snow brushing past his car back in his old hometown, 
Cincinatti. 


Finally, they arrived at the London Office. As the two exited the car, 
the wind seemed to rush around them like foxes playing in the snow. 
The building leaned over them like an empowering monument, 
constructed by an ancient people billions of years ago. Its exterior 
and interior were posh in their decoration, with architecture heavily 
inspired by Gothic churches and dungeons of the like. It was falsely 
labelled as "Montgomery & Charles Dorion Furnishings". \t was, in 
fact, an operational store, because MC&D had thrown their hat in 
non-anomalous business too at some point. 


"Help me carry some of this," Howard motioned Jay over to him. He 
lifted the trunk open, revealing four lengthy briefcases, each gray 
and colorless. Of course they were disguised: there was a secret 
button on their handles. With a single push, the outer shell would go 
flying off, revealing an assault rifle powered by EVE Energy. 


As Howard pushed the doors open, a burst of warmth washed over 


them. People of all sorts were there, each consulting workers 
dressed in fancy purple attire. In fact, the entire palace of a shopping 
institution took on a violet hue; the wallpaper, and employees were 
all the same expensive color, save for the furniture that was being 
sold. 


"A nice look this place's got going, innit?" Jay said queerly. He and 
Howard approached the nearest worker; a round-faced fellow with 
apricot hair. 


"Hello, how may | help you?" he said with a cheery tone. Howard 
leaned forward and whispered something into his ear, straightening 
his face. "... Yes sir, follow me," his voice now flat as a board. He 
lead them to the leftmost side of the room and into an elevator. To 
their surprise, the evelvator's interior was of an extremely vintage 
design. The man put his hand on the lever and uttered something 
under his breath. After he lifted his hand, the air around them 
became hazy, and the contraption began to vibrate. It was like they 
were underwater; each particle of dust fogging their vision. 
Eventually, the door opened, revealing Darke's sanctum. 


"Please enjoy your stay. Esq. Darke awaits your arrival," the guide 
says as Jay and Howard left the elevator. The door closed instantly, 
taking the man with it. 


"He was nice, wasn't he?" 


"Yeah, just as emotionless as the rest of those bastards," said Jay 
as he pushed the door open. "And, wait do you hear that?" 


"... That's Carter. Come, they're in the study hall." 


They followed Carter's incomprehensible argument to Darke's 
private study, whereas his speech became more clear: 


"It's true! His voice was like a madman’s, ready to rip apart any poor 
soul who were to look him straight in the eye! Poor Penny, | bet 
she's being stuck full of daggers at this very moment!" It was Carter, 
over-exaggerating things as usual. But, given the depth of the 
situation, Howard and Jay couldn't help but shudder at the thought. 
Philip and Markus stood next to him, with Benjamin Dark situated in 


front of the threesome. Each had equally disgruntled expressions on 
their face, but none had the heart to shut him up. Darke, tall and thin 
as a wraith, was located away from the group, literally staring at the 
brick wall in the back of the hall. 


"We're here!" Jay bluntly shouted accross the clearance. Carter 
ceased his ramblings and the party turned to the pair. 


"Ah, welcome back," Darke said. Howard and Jay ambled over to 
them and set their guns on a nearby counter. 


"Yes, welcome— er, as | was saying—" 


"Put a silk sock in your smoke hole, Carter, the boys are here," 
Benjamin growled. He was encased in a broad jacket with heavy, 
dark boots. His entire figure stood high and mighty, like a great 
redwood. Underneath his cloak peeked out two Mekhanite limbs. 
Various copper chips were embedded in his head as well. 


Howard looked at Ben and squinted, before he exclaimed: "... Wait, 
Benjamin? | thought you died!" 


Philip replied: "Since when do these people stay dead?" 
"... | see your point." 


"So, uh," Jay driveled. "Why'd you invite us here?" To that, Darke 
produced a piece of paper. 


"This is the shelf you wrote down, correct, Carter?" 
"Uh, yes, | have!" 


""Outermost Shelf 5101520-E". That's where they told you to meet 
them. Gentlemen, as you may know, Penny Price and her husband 
have been kidnapped." Benjamin began to speak, "They have 
demanded the delivery of the eggs." 


"Wait, so we're being sent on a hostage negotiation?” Markus 
asked. 


"Indeed so. So, the Prices are valuable to us, so we have crafted a 


little plan," Benjamin stepped to the side. A malnourished humanoid 
creature clad in Georgian attire tottered into the room, pushing a cart 
loaded with caviar. Their colors glimmered like the sea itself, 
presenting themselves with utterly enchanting hues of green 
reminiscent of ancient fae attire. 


"They're done, sir," the first entity said as the hobbled entity lifted the 
eggs onto the table, whereas another, taller creature appeared and 
began packing them in a duffle bag. 


"Good," Darke smiled. 


"Thank you. Now, | shall be guiding you through the Great Library," 
Benjamin stated as he handed the agents transmitting devices. They 
fit compactly around each man's ear. "If anything goes wrong, | will 
be listening. Got that, gentlemen?" 


All but Suther afformended instantly. 


"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled reluctantly. "| just don't see how we can't 
find the shelf ourselves." 


"Because | know the Library better than you do, Suthers," Ben said 
sharply, facing him with cold and somewhat annoyed eyes. 


Jay looked at him. Did he just say what | think he said? he 
wondered. He knew something was off about him from the start. "Is 
that so?" 


"Indeed. My purpose on this mission is to—" 


"We can get out of tough situations ourselves, thank you very much! 
Have you got somehing you need to say, sir? " 


"Excuse me? What are you implying?" 
"You're not yourself, Ben—" 


"Enough," Darke demanded, resting one hand on Benjamin's 
shoulder and pulling him away. "This bickering will not serve in our 
favor." 


"| think now's the time to stop, Suthers," Markus suggested. Howard 
and Philip grew increasingly on-edge. The imp handed Howard the 
bag of eggs. 


"... Fine. | apologize, sir." 


"That is more like it. Grandsire?"” Ben turned to Darke, who 
immediately turned to the wall and waved his hands. As he did, each 
brick making up the wall removed themselves from their individual 
slots smoothly and began forming a gate. The structure reached the 
cieling of Darke's chamber, and was bland and cubic in its 
architecture. Finally, as it was completed, a blinding light stretched 
over it and into its arch, thrusting a gust of wind at the party. 


"Uh, sorry to be that guy, but how much're we being paid for this?" 
Markus inquired. 


"One million pounds and free access to the soul sucker for a year, 
for the lot of you. Split the money how you may," Ben replied. 


"We wish you good luck on your journey, gentlemen," said Darke, 
staring into the colossal Way. And so they agents nodded at 
eachother, accepting their quest. They grabbed their weapons, 
activated their communicators, and went in. 


A Place In The Back of Your Mind 
War On All Fronts 


Herman Fuller Presents: The Dread Behemoth 


The Dread Behemoth 
The Heart 

Of The 

Ocean 

Is No 

Mere 

Jewel 


My Friends! 


But Rather 
The Still 
Beating 
Heart 

Of The 
Dread 


Behemoth! 


Come and bear witness to one of the most horrid and bizarre 
spectacles that Man has ever laid eyes on; the enormous, undead 
heart plucked straight from the chest of an Eldritch Colossus from 
the Abyss! Hear the astonishing tale of how this monstrosity came to 
be in the possession of Herman Fuller! 


ONE DAY ONLY 
1 PM this Saturday at the Innsmouth Fairgrounds. 
One show, One chance! Come one, come all! 


The following is a page from a publication entitled To the Circus 
Born: Herman Fuller's Menagerie of Freaks. The identities of neither 
publisher nor author have been established, and scattered pages 
have been found inserted into Circus-themed books in libraries 
across the world. The person or persons behind this dissemination 
are unknown. 


The Dread Behemoth 
To the Circus Born 


Who could forget the night that Dread Behemoth rose forth from the 
sea to wreak havoc on the fair Fey Island of Hy-Brasil? The 
dastardly Geo Sea had driven the beast there, happy to sacrifice an 
island of marvels to preserve their precious veil of normalcy. They 
probably figured the beast would do some of their own dirty work for 
them. Oh, it riles me up just thinking about it! 


Never mind them now though. That's not what you came here to 
hear about. You want to know about the Dread Behemoth. 


Let me tell you, the behemoth was a sight to behold, truly titanic in 
size. A hundred stories tall if it was an inch! It towered over the city, 
nearly reaching up to touch the unrelenting stormclouds above! 
Every stride it took caused earthquakes and tsunamis, its 
gargantuan tentacles leaving craters where they struck the ground! 
The mere force of its wails was enough to topple skyscrapers! 


Men, women, and children all wept and fled in mass pandemonium. 
The swift trampled the slow, cramming themselves into the Ways 
out of the city. Some succame to madness and took their own lives 


while others tried to swim out to sea - as though that could offer any 
refuge from such a menace! All had abandoned hope, for what force 
on Earth would dare oppose the nightmare that was the Dread 
Behemoth? Herman Fuller! That's who! 


lt was sheer chance | was there that day - | had an appointment with 
my haberdasher about expanding the storage capacity in my top hat 
- but what good fortune it was! | wasn't about to turn tail and run 
when so many innocent people were at risk of losing life and 
livelihood, hearth and home! If no one else was going to stop this 
beast, then I'd have to do it myself. 


Doing what | could to drum up my courage, | sized up my foe. It had 
a pound or two on me, it's true, it's true, but | had my wits! | knew | 
was no good getting stomped under its tentacles, so | made for 
higher ground. | climbed a fire escape to the top of the tallest 
building | could get to, and by then that was the last building left 
standing. 


From atop that lonely citadel, | gazed down the Dread Behemoth, 
and | swear to you friends it looked at me not with mere animal 
hunger but with contempt! Who was | to stand my ground against it 
when all others had fled? | would pay for my insolence dearly, | 
surely would. 


Or so it thought! One good look into its eyes was all | needed to 
know its true nature, and in those deep wells of cosmic time | saw 
that it was only its heart that was truly immortal, and without it, the 
beast would perish. It was obvious what needed to be done: 
separate the beast from its heart. An impossible task you say? 
Herman Fuller doesn't know the meaning of the word impossible! 


Drawing forth a twenty-foot harpoon from, ah, from among the 
various detritus that Motormouth keeps in his second stomach - 
Motormouth was with me as well, | should have mentioned that 
earlier - | aimed true and thrust it directly into the Behemoth's chest. 
Fortunately, my knowledge of Eldritch anatomy was spot on and | 
pierced the beast's undying heart. With a mighty pull, | freed the 
heart from the monster's ribcage, and it was immortal no longer. 


The Behemoth was dead before it hit the ground, but at the very 


least it left a magnificent corpse. |, however, had no use for a 
megaton of squid meat, so | left it be. | kept only the Heart of the 
Ocean as my trophy, which | proudly present to you today as proof 
of my extraordinary heroism.1 


1 | regret to inform the reader that | was unable to independently 
verify Mr. Fuller's alleged participation in the Attack on Hy-Brasil. | 
would like to note, however, that the 'Heart of the Ocean’ attraction 
most closely resembles the heart of a blue whale, and the Dread 
Behemoth was not known to possess any cetacean characteristics. 


44 


Restless Dreams 


"It was as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror, and were 
suddenly silenced." 


"This is hardly the time for Star Wars, dearest." 


Paige Turner shivered, letting loose a discomforting rustling from 
every ink-stained sheet of paper making up her body. The light- 
sensing markings representing her face flushed white as she took in 
the scene. "Sorry. I'm just at a loss for words." 


"As if | could blame you." Headless folded his upper pair of wings 
across his chest, hiding the grisly scene from the eyes which lined 
them. His voice echoed from somewhere just above his empty 
shoulders. "We shouldn't linger. It might come back this way." 


A long shadow passed over them, its presence alone enough to 
petrify the two. Where it met the light, murky figures could be seen 
clawing and flailing as they tried to escape some unseen prison. 
One of the last untouched patches of grass wilted beneath the pair's 
feet. The whole area smelled of smoke. But then it passed, moving 
onward on its path of destruction. Paige Turner ran to Headless, 
inky tears falling from every part of her.