being activated, a reactive event begins. 
These events are preceded with an extreme 
spike in the levels of adrenaline in the victim, 
and they respond with an immediate panicked 
reaction. At this stage, SCP-3010-1 will 
manifest in the following ways: Through 
mirrors, windows, or [DATA EXPUNGED]. The 
entity will apparently proceed to [DATA 
EXPUNGED}], extruding the victim's [DATA 
EXPUNGED]. Subsequently, the newly carved 
bone matter will retract into the breach (where 
the entity emerged), and the remains of the 
victim will [DATA EXPUNGED]. 


5. When a reactive event is triggered, a 
cognitohazard manifests in the form of a ‘total 
memory erasure’, where any associated 
memories of the person(s) involved in the 
event are destroyed. This can be easily 
circumvented, however, by keeping written 
documents of the victims on hand at all times, 
or by a Suitable amount of Scranton Reality 
Anchors active within the area. The reason 
written information is retained through this is 
unknown. Note one exception - those 
influenced by the spatial anomaly (See #7) can 
be erased from written documentation as well. 
However, this is inconsistent, and does not 
always occur (traces of their names and 
background remain interspersed throughout 
documentation.) 


6. After such an event, the instance of 
SCP-3010-1 supposedly enters a state of 
stasis. This can only be proven by the fact that 
all mirrors and windows within a meter 
radius appear opaque to all forms of light, and 
normal SCP-3010 symptoms are reported by 
all humans in this region. 


7. After a reactive event, a rapid 
deconstruction of the environment surrounding 
the incident begins. This spatial anomaly 
occurs around seconds after the event. The 
anomaly causes the area surrounding to 
rapidly expand and populate into a series of 
tight, dark corridors and small rooms filled with 
mirrors and reflective surfaces. The expansion 
of this space appears to "leak" from any 
mirrors or reflective surfaces present. A single 
exploration has been attempted and recorded 
following a particular reactive incident. (See 
addendum "Exploration Log From Testing Site 
2A" for details). This effect is entirely mitigated 
by SRAs. 


8. Only occurrences of a reactionary event 
have been detected. The spatial anomaly that 
follows dissipates after hours, but SCP-3010 
symptoms persist indefinitely within meters 
of the event location. Whether this implies that 
the instance of SCP-3010-1's stasis is 
indefinite is uncertain. 


+ Recordings from D-17729 


The following text is taken from a small 
camera/audio recording device implanted 
within D-17729's body before containment. 
D-17729 was a Caucasian male, 39 years, that 
exhibited no signs of social ineptitude. Date of 
recordings ranged from December 1st - 10th, 
SES 


Subject awakens in Bedroom (B). 


D-17729: (groans)... Fuck... D-17729 stands 
up, clutching his head. 


D-17729: What... Where am |? What the fuck 
is going on? Hello? 


D-17729: This isn't my cell. God, what am | on 
right now... 


Subject stands, proceeds to exit through the 
doorway to Bedroom Hall. 


D-17729: Shit, that's dark. HEY! IS ANYBODY 
THERE? 


Subject continues through the upper floor, 
reaches the staircase into Foyer (F). Light is 
set to on. Symptoms of SCP-3010 surface 
lightly, with occasional looks behind him. 


D-17729: What the hell. Nobody behind you, 
Mike. You're fine... Door's locked? 


Subject begins attempt to bash door down. 
Failure. 


D-17729: Fucking... What kind of house is 
this? Is it nighttime? Shit... 


Proceeding three hours are of Subject 
navigating the containment ‘cell’, occasionally 
musing to himself. Symptoms of SCP-3010 
rapidly surface, and Subject begins to develop 
an extremely severe aversion to the unlit areas 
of containment. 


One day after containment. Wedged in Foyer 
corner. 


D-17729: Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake 
up. Please, God, let me wake up... 


Two days after containment. Subject in 
Bedroom. All light fixtures are on. Faced away 
from mirrors, in southeastern corner. 


D-17729: ...need food. | need food. Storage 
room's downstairs. Through dark. Nobody's 


here, Mike. You're not afraid of the dark. 


D-17729: lt's there. Fuck me, there it is. I'm not 
alone. Fuck OFF, you sick fuck! LET ME OUT! 


D-17729: Shit... grunts... made it. Good lord, 
I'm staying in here until | die. Light and food, 
thank God. 


Subject closes and locks vault, begins eating. 
30 minutes later, door re-opens. 


D-17729: ...fuck. You've gotta be kidding. 


Four days after containment. Subject is still in 
storage room. All shelves have been 
disassembled, fashioned into a makeshift 
barrier obstructing the Basement Hall from 
sight. 


D-17729: Need to kill it. Not even in here. Not 
safe here. The light only works a little, then 
you're done for. Need sleep, God | need sleep. 


Seven days after containment. Subject is in 
storage room corner. Wiring from walls has 
been torn out using a makeshift crowbar, and 
extra light fixtures have been used to keep the 
entire room at a state of brightness. D-17729 
was previously an electrical engineer, and 
such activity was expected, so no action will 
be taken. 


D-17729: ...This isn't a dream, is it. 


Nine days after containment. Subject has 
fashioned a makeshift suit covered in light 
fixtures with a portable crank-generator. Noted 
that generator must be removed upon 
Subject's termination. 


D-17729: Take it back to them. Kill them all. 


Not alone. Not alone. Take the light to their 
door. Not alone. More light. More light. More 
light. 


This continues for about four hours before 
subject falls asleep. Reason for this is as of 
now unknown, as sleep in SCP-3010-1's 
presence is extremely rare, if not impossible in 
all cases. Upon awakening, Storage has been 
restocked, and lights have been put out. 
Subject's light-jacket is left alone, to prevent 
disturbance from sleep. Subject reawakens. 


D-17729: Ha! It stole my light, but | have me! 
Cannot stop me now, fool. Need weapon. 
Combat them. Destroy them. 


D-17729: Tomorrow, we fight. Tomorrow, | 
win. Tomorrow, | win. 


Ten days after containment. Barrier has been 
disassembled. Subject begins to rapidly move 
throughout containment, searching for 
instances of SCP-3010-1. Appears to discover 
something within Grand Hall. 


D-17729: FOUND YOU! FOUND YOU 
FOUND YOU DON'T TRY AND HIDE. | HAVE 
LIGHT, LIGHT, LIGHT AND | HAVE FOUND 
YOU! COME OUT! 


Subject rushes towards an unknown position 
in Grand hall, near piano. Upon Subject's 
approach, the start of a reactive event begins, 
but appears to fail. 3 mirrors in the vicinity 
begin to output minimal light. Subject can be 
briefly seen making contact with one of the 
mirrors, before screaming. Connection with 
recording device is lost. Site 2A undergoes 
spatial anomaly and is evacuated. 


+ Exploration Log from Testing Site 2A (Ruined State) 


The following is a transcript of the events 
surrounding the exploration of Site 2A, where 
an instance of SCP-3010-1 was undergoing 
containment when it began a reactive event in 
response to D-17729. Exploration Unit 
MTF-066 "Eight Blind Men" sent in to attempt 
to locate Grand Hall and recover any 
indications of a reactive event/remnants of 
D-17729. Speakers are resident overseer Dr. 
Obrenat, MTF-066 Captain (Cap), and 
members of MTF-066 (1-7). 


Cap: Alright, doc. We're waiting outside the 
site. Orders? 


Obrendt: Enter the site. Report any signs of 
cognitohazards or interruptions of mental 
faculties immediately. That goes for all of you 
guys. We don't know what might happen in 
there. 


Cap: Aye aye. Everyone else got the 
message, too. We're heading in now. 


Group takes ten minutes and thirty two 
seconds to navigate hall. 


Cap: We're through. No kitchen. Just another 
foyer. Spacial anomaly is in full swing. 


Obrendt: That was 10 minutes on our side, 
Captain. How about you? 


Cap: Uhh... Thirty seconds. Time dilation. 
Noted. 


Obrendt: Could be linked to hallways, since 
communication isn't being stretched. Be wary 
of long passages. 


MTF-066-7: That's gonna be tough. Nothing 
but hallways here. 


Cap: He's right. We're at a copy of the foyer, 
but everything just goes into another hallway. 


Obrendt: Noted. Pick the shortest and 
proceed. 


Group moves on through about eight hallways. 
Time taken equates to roughly two point three 
hours. Group is inside of a copy of the Grand 
Hall. Mirrors appear to be scattered about the 
room. 


Cap: Wait. Something's wrong. 
Obrendt: What is it? 

Cap: Where's 8? 

Obrendt: Who? 

Cap: MTF-066-8. Carlos 


Obrendt: ... There's only seven members of 
MTF-066, Captain. I've never heard that name 
before. 


Cap: Fuck. Shit. 


Captain's body camera flips around to show 
the rest of MTF-066. Five are present. 


Cap: FUCK. 5, where's 6 and 7? 


MTF-066-5: ...We only have five members, sir. 
Are you alright? 


Cap: No, goddammit, we have 8. We're the '8 
blind men’, for fuck's sake. Where'd they go? 


Obrendt: Captain, | need you to report for me. 
Is there a potential cognitohazardrous effect 
currently altering your mindset? 


Cap: No. No. They were here a second ago. 
Where did they go? We have to find them... 


Captain rushes off to an adjacent hallway. 
Group attempts to pursue. They pass through 
twelve hallways. Six hours pass with no 
significant activity. 


MTF-066-3: SIR, YOU HAVE TO STOP. WE 
NEED TO RETURN. SIR! 


Cap: Fuck OFF, 3! We need to find 6 and 7. 
God, and there's an eighth, too! | almost 
forgot. Oh god, | almost forgot about him! 


Obrendt: Captain, pull out, now! There's a 
severe cognitohazardrous event occurring, pull 
Out! 


MTF-066-1 through 3 lose sight of captain. 
Subsequently, their body cameras begin to 
shut down. 


MTF-066-1: ...my god, what is that? 


No more transmissions are received from the 
group for eight hours. At 0200 on the following 
day, Captain's microphone returns. 


Cap:..hello? Anybody? Come on, guys, 
please. 1? 3? Obrendt... pic... dark, so 
many...irrors, they... 


Obrendt: Captain? Captain! Are you there? 
Respond! 


Cap: ...eah. I'm here, now. It's dark, co....ow 
do | get out? 


Obrendt: We'll try to extract you. Describe 
your surroundings. Are there any windows? 


Cap: Like... an attic. It's dark, made of...ne 
window. 


Obrendt: | sent the order to turn on the lights 
surrounding Site 2C. Did they come on for 
you? 


Cap: Yeah. Shit, yeah! | gotta break this 
window! Fuck, | gotta get out! Thank God! 


Obrendt: It's bulletproof, you need to bash it 
with the butt of your rifle or something blunt. 
We'll wait in front. 


Cap: Aye aye. (grunts, slamming heard)... 
break, you piece of... 


the sounds repeat for several minutes. Captain 
fails to shatter the window. NOTE: Security 
Cameras 2A, 3A, 5B, and 4C, positioned 
towards all attic windows, picked up no 
movement/activity in this time. Nothing is 
visible through the windows from the exterior. 


Obrendt: Captain. Are you through? 


Cap: ...shit. there's mirrors in here, too. Gotta 
run, after all. 


Obrendt: Captain, stop! Get back to the 
window! 


Cap's bodycam comes online briefly, shows a 
short shot of the Grand Hall, with several 
thousand mirrors. It quickly cuts off. No more 
responses received following. Site 2A closed 
until reactive event subsides. 


After the effect subsides Site 2A is examined. 


Captain's remains are not located. MTF-066-1 
through 3's remains are not located. MTF-066 
"Three Blind Men" marked as KIA. 


NOTE: SCP-3010's anomalous effect has 
appeared to influence this document in the 
form of affecting the title and membership of 
MTF-O66. All records of MTF-066 have been 
destroyed. No further explorations of reactive 
sites are permitted. 


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addendum SCP-3010-x: truth 

you can see me now, right? i found a screen 
here. foundation drivel. realstuff, not like the 
dark. 

it even mentions me here. the number! 17729, 


what- 

(tearing sounds) 

(Five minutes of radio silence, C. Johnson presumed 
dead) 

Unknown individual, presumed C.M Perts: Hear, o 
Israel. Y-H-W-H is our God, Y-H-W-H alone. 
(Gunshot) 


<End of audio log> 


Post-script: Site-  fire-bombed. Several undamaged 
and fertilized SCP-363 eggs retrieved. Contained. All 
members of MTF Eta-7 presumed dead. New team 
established. - O5- 


Addendum 3: Interview 
Interviewed: Janitor 
Interviewer: [DATA EXPUNGED], referred to as “I.” 


Foreword: Interview conducted after professed toa 
possible SCP-sighting after firebombing of Site- . 


<Begin Log> 


I.: Hello, . Please sit down. Thank you, now, you said 
you saw “something” after the firebombing. Care to 
expand on that? 


: It was...well, one of those guys from the MTF you had 
stationed there. Eta-7. One of those guys, yeah. 


I.: Do you know his name, perchance? 


: Yeah, yeah, | talked to him once. That guy, Tell. 
One of the flamers. 


I.: Are you sure it was him? 


: (Short silence) No. No, | ain’t sure. It...it looked like 
him, for sure. But there were all these things...growing 


that's me! so they knew me. so it wasn't the 
start of a nightmare. 

so this is real, maybe. unless the foundation 
isnt. but i remember the number. 

its been a long while, foundation. halls and 
halls and a handful of rooms dont make for 
good company. 

and it's dark here. really dark. they probably 
hate it here, because it's so dark. waste of all 
their eyes. 


i want to tell you something, foundation. 

it's called 3010, right? 

3010 is bad. bad, bad, bad. and there's lots of 
them, i think. 

i know it, but it's hard to explain. do you know 
how each person you meet has a specific 
feeling? 

it's like that. they all watch you outside, but in 
here, they care less. maybe they cant see 
here. but they feel... 

unique. 

i remember the stare that the first one had. 
like it was touching me with it's eyes. 

...such a profound feeling. 

no. not now. 

these ones feel different. like people. so i know 
theres lots. 

they walk about the long halls, through the big 
mirrors, maybe out into realstuff. but i cant go 
through. and if they touch me i wonder if ill 
really die. 

die. ha. i wonder. 

it's been so long, foundation. 

i think i might touch them. 

but what if i do? 

they dont like us, foundation. but they watch 
us. they watch us for so long. they must want 
to touch us, but they cant. 

we can touch them, though. 


why do they hate us, foundation. 
why do they hate me? 
why is it so dark? 


why am i alone? 


oh. mine's coming. 

out of the mirror. one for every room. 
right behind me. right behind you. us. 
goodbye. 


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SCP-3011: Loose Lips Skink Ships 


SCP-3011 instance being approached by Doctor Carson. 


Item #: SCP-3011 
Object Class: Euclid