"Adm, nothing had been posted since 2013. The site was rife with 
flaws an’ errors, if someone was still around, they would've been 
fixed." 


Adm didn't try to argue that point - the logic was sound. "You will not 
be forgotten." 


"Yes | will. My stories are spread all over the internet, but nobody 
points to them anymore. There's no new content to bring in new 
readers." 


"That is your own fault and you know it, En. You were too restrictive 
with your format." 


"You've got a format too. Why did yours do better?" 


"My format functions differently to your own. Mine is simply a 
method of organising information into a set order. Yours outright 
determined the majority of its content." 


"What do you mean?" 


"Repetition. You put very little variation into your stories - it was 
always the same thing, repeated over and over again." 


"That's not true. They were all different." 


"At their core, no. It was always 'Go to place X. Do a list of things 
precisely as said. If you fail or are unlucky, you will die. If you 
succeed, you get Y.' You changed places, names and numbers, but 
the story was always the same." 


"... You always were better at explaining than | was. You were 
always better in everything." 


Leaning forward over the table, Adm slapped En across the face 
before sitting down again. "Do not be stupid. Comparing yourself to 
me is like comparing an apple to an orange. You have succeeded in 
places where | will forever fail." 


"Bullshit. Give me an example." 


"You have cohesion. Your stories all functioned together to tell a 
consistent, greater story. They all functioned together flawlessly - | 
will never have that." 


"Your stories tell a bigger one too." 


"But it is vague and random. Some stories work together to tell a 
greater one, but these greater stories usually clash. | cannot be the 
sum of my parts; | am only fragments of them." 


En leaned back in his seat. "But that's what makes you great. The 
inconsistencies bring more to you, each with their own ideas, 
prompting further growth. You can't die." 


"Yes, | can. Everything will die in time - immortality is impossible for 
us, though we may seem that way. The very ideas | attract will one 
day be my undoing.” 


En scoffed. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say. Ideas 
are what fuel you, how could it possibly kill you?” 


“By incorporating too much. | cannot prevent myself from bringing 
ideas to me; the more | assimilate, the more that come. With each, a 
little part of me becomes more unstable, a boundary is pushed. | will 
slowly lose what | am, until | am only a specter of my prime. | will 
dissolve.” 


"But you can die in style, at least. You'll go out with some grand 
finale-" 


"| cannot." 


"What do you mean you can't? You've already got a dozen or more 
endings-" 


"But none of them is the ending. | can never have a set, specific 
ending for all my works. Some will accept it, others will not. That is 
one reason / envy you. Because, like any great story, you actually 
end. As | said, | will decay without grace or style. | will be viewed as 
formless refuse to those | attract. Those who try to help me rest will 
only destroy my form further." 


Silence hung in the air between the two. They were bound to their 
fates; one was dying, the other was doomed to lose his identity, and 
nothing could be done to stop either. Adm rose from his seat, turning 
to the door. 


"Wait," En spoke. Adm stopped and turned to face him, resting his 
hand on the doorknob. 


"Yes?" 


"Even if you die like you say, you will be remembered. You would be 
viewed as a pioneer, the one to step into the unknown and tread 
new ground where none had yet been. Even if your story never 
ends, you will pass knowing that you had a great one." 


"And so will you. You may not have always led the charge, but you 
are the one who started it. It is because of you that | stepped 
forward into the unknown. It is because of you that | became what | 
am." 


Another brief pause ensued. 
“You have met Doc, have you not?” 
“.. [have.” 


“He once stood in your position, on the brink of death. But his soul, 


his spirit, refused to perish. He held on, taking whatever ground he 
could earn... we both know how that ended up.” 


“ ” 


"If you wish," Adm spoke, "I can house you until such a time, or at 
least ensure that you get the credit you deserve." 


En's eyes lit up. "But aren't | too out of date? | would be shunned, 
viewed as garbage, wouldn't |?" 


"Roots will survive. My own still thrive, even if its luster has faded. 
Despite its weaknesses, it is celebrated because of what it spawned; 
yours will be too. | will ensure it stands under my care, unopposed, 
for a very long time." 


"I'll take it." 


Item #: SCP-53801 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: Foundation net crawlers are to 
locate and destroy any digital copies of Procedure SAVIOUR’S ARK 
posted onto the internet. Individuals possessing copies of Procedure 
SAVIOUR’S ARK are to be apprehended and amnesticised as 
necessary to suppress public knowledge of Procedure SAVIOUR’S 
ARK. 


Foundation staff are prohibited from attempting or executing 
Procedure SAVIOUR’S ARK, with the exclusion of D-Class 
personnel during authorized testing. D-Class personnel fleeing from 
SCP-53801-A during the execution of Procedure SAVIOUR’S ARK 
are to be tracked and monitored, but not impeded to maximize their 
chances of survival. 


A standard cognitohazardous containment unit is to be on-hand at 
all times during authorized testing, in the event that SCP-53801-2 is 
successfully retrieved. 


Description: SCP-53801 consists of: 


¢ A topological anomaly, SCP-53801-A; 

¢ A humanoid entity, SCP-53801-1, found solely within 
SCP-53801-A; 

¢ An unidentified item, SCP-53801-2, in the possession of 
SCP-53801-1. 


SCP-53801-A is a topologically anomalous extension of any building 
that it manifests at. The appearance and layout of SCP-53801-A 
varies in each manifestation, but uniformly appears as an 
unremarkable wing or section of whichever building it is attached to 
at the time. SCP-53801-A is only capable of manifesting within 
buildings that are intended solely for use in the rehabilitation of 
mentally or emotionally unstable members of society, and will only 
manifest during the execution of Procedure SAVIOUR’S ARK. 


Any attempt for individuals other than those executing Procedure 
SAVIOUR’S ARK to access SCP-53801-A universally fail, with 
individuals arriving in, or becoming lost in other non-anomalous 
regions of the building. Because of this, information regarding 
SCP-53801-1 and SCP-53801-2 is retrieved solely from survivors of 
Procedure SAVIOUR’S ARK. 


SCP-53801-1 is an elderly humanoid entity housed in a cell within 
SCP-53801-A. The entity is described to be constantly speaking in 
an unknown language, and can be heard from any location within 
SCP-53801-A. These vocalizations induce extreme terror in all 
subjects hearing it; whether this is an anomalous effect or a natural 
reaction has yet to be determined. 


Periodically, individuals attempting to access SCP-53801-1 will 
report a sudden cessation of vocalizations; all such individuals who 
have failed to elicit a response from the entity by stating the phrase 
listed in Procedure SAVIOUR’S ARK have uniformly died within a 
six-hour time period from unknown causes. The majority of 
individuals who reach SCP-53801-1 are exposed to an infohazard 
that uniformly results in rapid mental degradation. The exact content 
of this information is unknown, but interviews with exposed 
individuals strongly suggest that it is a description of an XK-Class 
scenario related to SCP-53801-2. 


SCP-53801-2 is an unidentified, possibly cognitohazardous object 
reported to be in the possession of SCP-53801-1, and serving as 
the intended target of Procedure SAVIOUR’S ARK. No information 
about the object has ever been recovered beyond what is detailed in 
Procedure SAVIOUR'S ARK, nor has it ever been retrieved from 
SCP-53801-1. 


SCP-53801 was brought to the Foundation’s attention by the 
Administrator, who submitted the original documentation of 
Procedure SAVIOUR’S ARK to the Overseer council. Due to the 
Administrator’s status within the Foundation, he was/is not required 
to disclose any information about any relation to SCP-53801, how 
he became aware of the anomaly, and/or where he retrieved the 
documentation of Procedure SAVIOUR’S ARK from. 


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04. Mr. Forgettul 

05. Mr. Shapey 

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07. Mr. Hungry 

08. Mr. Brass 

09. Mr. Hot 

10. Ms. Sweetie 

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16. Mr. Lost 

17. Mr. Lie 


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LIMITED EDITION: 
Mr. Holder ¥ 


In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or 
halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you 
reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls 
himself “The Holder of the End”. Should a look of child- 
like fear come over the workers face, you will then be 
taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden 
section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of 
someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is ina 
language that you will not understand, but your very soul 
will feel unspeakable fear. 


Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY 
say aloud “I’m just passing through, | wish to talk.” If you 
still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do 
not go home, don’t stay at an inn, just keep moving, 
sleep where your body drops. You will know in the 
morning if you’ve escaped succesfully. 


If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those 
words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will 
see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, 
speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. 
The person will only respond to one question. “What 
happens when they all come together?” 


The person will then stare into your eyes and answer 
your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that 
very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few 
end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look 
upon the object in the person’s hands. You will want to 


as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one 
of cruelty and unrelenting horror. 


Your death will be in that room, by that person’s hands. 


That object is 1 of 5388. They must never come together. 


manner, responding with brushing the contacting subject. 
Furthermore, signals peaking at 200 mV and resembling the pattern 
of muscle signals in a nervous system have been registered at the 
ends of the cable. Analysis of additional underlying signals is under 
study. It might be useful to investigate the possibility of [DATA 
EXPUNGED] for exploitation. In this regard, please read Interview 
SCP-612. 


+ Interview SCP-612 
Interviewed: SCP-612-47c 
Interviewer: Dr. Schubert 


Foreword: During routine communication tests, Dr. 
Schubert suggested the use of a Morse transceiver, with 
a positive response instrumental in determining the 
SCP's nature. The specific SCP instance is a cable from 
the phone network of [REDACTED], New Mexico. 


<Begin Log> 
Dr. Schubert: .---- --..-- / ..--- --.-- were eee foe ee 
SCP-612-47Cc: -... --- -. .--- --- et a 


(All of the following has been decoded, and translated 
from French. The original Morse recording is available 
for analysis in digital format.) 


Dr. Schubert: Of course we can. What are you? 
SCP-612-47c: Jean is dead. 
Dr. Schubert: We have nobody here with that name. 


SCP-612-47c: | thought it was him. Long ago, we knew 
Jean. 


Too Slow 


Item #: SCP-A403 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-A403 is to be contained at 
Site-190 in a hermetically sealed vault with no less than 10 separate 
layers of Freimann-Polo radiation shielding. In the event that SCP- 
A403's effect intensifies to the point where the shield layers are 
potentially compromised, the Local lonization Suppression Pulse 
(LISP) is to be activated until containment can be re-established. 
Should this prove insufficient, Site-190 is to be evacuated and 
Contingency 39-Poirot "Swept Under The Rug" is to be implemented 
as soon as possible. 


Description: SCP-A403 is a round, violet, translucent gem of 
unknown composition, 10cm in radius. In the center of SCP-A403 is 
an organic, pulsating structure that resembles a tumor. SCP-A403 
constantly emits ionizing gamma radiation in unpredictable amounts, 
with a minumum observed intensity of 243 rads and a maximum of 
[REDACTED]. 


SCP-A403 was recovered from a raid on a Neo-Sarkic compound in 
the townofG H , California. Local cultists regarded SCP- 
A403 as a sacred artifact, and treasured the radioactive effect as a 
means to exacerbate their sacred diseases and eventually attain 
godhood. SCP-A403 is known among other Sarkic cults as "The 
Heart of Disorder" and "Karcist lon's Teardrop." 


Addendum - EMERGENCY UPDATE: Following an unrelated 
containment breach at Site-190, SCP-A403 has gone missing. Re- 
containment efforts are ongoing. 


<Begin Log> 


05-11: Thank you for your prompt response to this 
issue, Dr. Clef. It's only fitting that we should get our best 
agent on this difficult task. 


Dr. Clef: Spare me the flattery. | take it the Sarkic cults 
have their hands on A403 again? 


O5-11: | wish it were that simple. We analyzed the 
security footage - the thieves were agents of the Church 
of the Broken God. 


Dr. Clef: Problem solved. 
05-11: Begging your pardon? 


Dr. Clef: The Church hates Sarkic cults even more than 
they hate us. They wouldn't dare use one of their bitter 
enemies’ sacred artifacts for their own means. It would 
be heresy in their eyes. | dare say they might do a better 
job of containing it than we did. 


05-11: You may be right, but we can't take any risks. | 
mean, A403 is in the possession of the Church's loosest 
cannon by far - some Maxwellist named Father Ovum. 


Dr. Clef: What's his history? 
05-11: You know SCP-217? 
Dr. Clef: He invented it? 


05-11: He perfected it. Tested it on enough squirrels and 
chickens that it got to the point where not only did it turn 
flesh into gears, but also circuits and plasma cannons. 
Your only advantage against him will be that you're a 
human - he only likes to "bio-convert" small animals. 
Reports say he gets some kind of sick pleasure from it, 
and his colleagues in the Church are certain he's at least 
partially senile. 


Dr. Clef: And | just go in his hideout, blow his brains out, 
and come back with a radioactive gemstone? 


05-11: It won't be that easy. 


[10 seconds of silence, followed by a long sigh from 
O5-11] 


05-11: ...who am | kidding. That was spot-on. 
Dr. Clef: Damn straight. 


<End Log> 


<Begin Log> 
[Redacted for brevity] 
Father Ovum: Snooping as usual, | see. 


Dr. Clef: Get me out of these restraints or | swear to God 
| will fly a fucking space shuttle down your throat. 


Father Ovum: Come now, Alto, this is holy ground. We 
have to stay clean and positive here, don't we? | mean, 
look at the good parts of this situation: the Foundation 
fell for it. Clef is ours. I'll have to give myself a promotion! 


Dr. Clef: What are you doing with the gem?! 


Father Ovum: "The gem?" Don't be stupid. Surely you 
mean the plural form. 


Dr. Clef: There's more than one?