800-5 (1945-1950): Chinese style, possibly of early Qing 
Dynasty, two dragons fighting. The first incarnation of 
SCP-800 observed in full by MrM_. Presumably depicts the 
Chinese Civil War. 

800-6 (1950-1953): Korean style, possibly of Goryeo Dynasty. 
800-6 reported to change subtly numerous times over this 


agitation] 


Dr. : How are you not experiencing pain from these 
deformations? 


D-3466: In place of the pain [pauses] only love. You 
should come in. 


Dr. : I'm not coming in. 


D-3466: [grows increasingly agitated, approaches 
viewing window] 


Guard: Holy fuck what happened to his face? 
D-3466: Come. [vomits repeatedly] Come. 
Dr. _: 1 think this interview is over. 


D-3466: It only wants to love you! [begins painting SCP- 
on the viewing window] 


Recording Log 2-5-E13 (END RECORDING) 


13:24 - Subject's chest cavity haemorrhages and internal organs 
become exposed. Ribs have deformed outwards and expose 
Subject's heart and lungs. It is unknown how Subject survives while 
most of its body is openly exposed to airborne disease and natural 
body fauna and flora. 


14:46 - Movement rendered impossible due to build up of scar tissue 
and deformation, Subject's spine arches into a curve. 


14:52 - Subject collapses onto the ground. Changes in physiology 
are visible in real-time, Subject's head fuses to its feet. 


15:56 - Subject's body now resembles an image of SCP-_ . Audio 
after this time record Subject constantly whispering, "Forever in your 
sight.' 


23:07 - Subject expires. 


Experiment Log-SCP- (END) 


Addendum-2-5-E1: Thirteen hours after this experiment a 
humanoid, opaque entity emerged from SCP-__. While contained in 
the same room as SCP-._, the entity was docile and moved little 
from where it first appeared. However, after removal from SCP- 
immediate vicinity the entity proved largely hostile, [DATA 
EXPUNGED] resulting in three deaths before being subdued 
through the use of industrial spotlights. It is unknown how the bodies 
were transferred to SCP- _'s storage area, but it can be assumed 
they were used to [DATA EXPUNGED]. Currently, all four entities 
are awaiting SCP classification. 


S 


Birthday Every Day 


"Eat this," a tired-looking man in business-casual said, setting down 
a plate in front of Andrew. He had been escorted to a small room 
furnished with only a table. He looked down and blinked at the plate. 
On it sat a round, 12" circular birthday cake, with frosting, bearing 
the words "Happy Birthday Dana". Confused, he looked back up to 
the man. "I'm sorry...what?" 


"Eat it." 


He looked back down and looked at the cake before looking back 
up. "All of it?” 


"Yes," 


Andrew looked at the cake once more and then picked up the 
provided spoon. This must be some kind of science experiment. 
Resigning himself to the fact that he was probably a lab rat, and at 
least brightened by the prospect of cake, he took a bite. It was 
alright. It tasted store-bought. Yellow cake, vanilla frosting. But he 
sadly did not get far before looking back up again. "I hate to ask... 
can | get some milk?" 


The man looked over to the wall at the one-way mirror. A few 
minutes later another man came in with a gallon of milk and a glass. 
Impressed with his luck, Andrew poured one and downed it before 
starting on the cake again. The first half was decently easy, but once 
he passed two-thirds he had begun to slow. Even the milk was little 
help. The man noticed, surely, and kept looking at the one-way 
mirror. Long minutes passed in-between slow bites, but finally, a 
half-gallon of milk later, the task had been completed. Andrew was 
escorted out and placed back in his holding cell. 


Andrew loved to eat. 


That had been his downfall, really; his love of eating. Of food in 
general. Food of all kinds. It was for this reason that he opened his 
New York bistro, Andy's. And things were good then...that is, until 
another Andy, the mayor's son, showed up with his thugs. Andy took 
a liking to Andrew's restaurant, and started hassling him. He 
demanded a cut of the business, or his father would have his shop 
shut down. Andrew's mistake was that he said no. And the next 
thing he knew the kid 's friend was reaching for a gun, and Andrew 
dove behind the counter and grabbed his. Andrew was quicker than 
the rest of them. 


Andrew was returned to the room with the table on the second day. 
"Eat this," the man said, presenting him with another cake. the icing 
read "Happy Birthday Don." He was also provided, once more, with 
milk. 


Andrew ate the cake again, with no complaint, though it did not 
seem as delicious this time. Perhaps it was the cake from the day 
before. Either way, he took much longer to consume the thing, and 
afterward, he laid his head in his hands. "Oh, | think I'm gonna be 
sick." He was swiftly returned to his cell, where he promptly threw up 
a good portion of the dessert. 


"Eat this," The man said, presenting a cake reading "Happy birthday 
Bob". 


"Why am | doing this?" Andrew asked between bites. 
"That's none of your concern." 

"Who makes these? Do you order them?" 

"That's none of your concern." 

"| used to run a bistro. We ordered our cakes." 


"Fascinating. Now eat." 


Andrew scowled and returned to his meal, which he completed in 
silence. Once again, his stomach could not handle the dessert, and 
emptied upon his return to his cell. 


The next day he took a lot longer to start. "| appreciate the cake," he 
said, looking down at the cake reading "Happy Birthday Bill", "But 
this is a hell of a lot of cake to eat every day.” 


"You must eat." 


Andrew scowled again before returning to his meal. 


The next day he was joined by another inmate. This one, designated 
D-2886, was a large, flabby Hispanic man. After expressing some 
surprise as to the task at hand, he eagerly split the cake with 
Andrew. Andrew was happy to not have an entire cake to eat, even 
though 2886 drank most of the milk. 


He tried sparking up a conversation, but discovered that the man did 
not speak any English. They shared their cake and milk, and all was 
right with the world. 


A week later, however, 2886 got tired of cake. He took a few bites 
and then stopped. The man pointed at the cake. "Es necesario que 
usted coma." 2886 shook his head. Andrew continued to eat, but 
watched the exchange with interest. The man repeated his phrase 
and jabbed his finger toward the cake. In a flurry of motion, 2886 
grabbed the cake and threw it right in the man's face. And then, 
miraculously, a new cake appeared on the table, as if from thin air. 
The man, 2886, and Andrew all looked at it for a long moment, and 
then the man drew his gun at 2886 and fired. 2886 lay dead on the 
floor as the man turned to Andrew. "Eat it." 


Andrew complied hastily. 


Weeks passed. Each day was a new name on the cake. Other 
inmates came and went, with varying degrees of enthusiasm for the 
task, but Andrew always stayed. Perhaps they knew he would eat 
the cake by himself if he had to. Perhaps it was his quiet acceptance 
of the task presented. For whatever reason, he always ate the cake, 
and never further did he complain. 


One day Andrew was escorted into the room with the table. The 
man seemed a little different. A bit of a smile graced the sides of his 
mouth as he presented the plate. On it was a cake bearing the 
words "Happy Bar Mitzvah Steven". The man also presented him 
with a gallon of milk and, for the first time, a cup of coffee. 


"This is different," Andrew remarked, cutting a spoonful of cake out 
of the molded dessert. 


The man shrugged. "I've been told you're being kept around a while. 
You should consider yourself lucky. Most of the time we get rid of 


you guys." 


Andrew sighed and took a bite. "Wonderful. | should mention that | 
hate cake." 


"Well think of it this way. Those cakes are keeping you alive." 


Andrew thought about this and took a sip of the coffee. "Well then. | 
hope | don't get diabetes." 


The cake tasted terrible. 


Black Lotus 


Millions of humans exist only in their dreams. They are known as the 
Oneiroi, and live in the subconscious of other waking individuals. 
They float freely from person to person, forming sprawling 
collectives that span the Earth. 


The Foundation has discovered the method of becoming Oneiroi, 
and now with this power are more capable of containing them. For 
decades they teach their agents the technique that allows one 
consciousness to join another's. 


Few can withstand the brutal trials that the long training provides 
them. 
Many lose their identities, or enter into permanent comas. 


The few mentally hardened individuals that succeed are organized 
into a task force. The first of these was MTF-OP “The Dream Team 


” 


Codename: Dream Eater 


Objective: 


Undermine the integrity of subconscious neural networks. 


Base of Operations: 
Site-18, Dr.Glass 
Active Operations: 


Black Lotus: Information gathering and assessment of threats 
related to hidden neural networks. 

Blooming Rose: Information gathering on known threat entities and 
groups of interest who utilize neural networks. 


Mobile Task Force: 
OP “The Dream Team” 
Active Programmes: 


Lotus Eater: Recruitment and training. 

Hollow’s Room (Site-19, dual use): Alumnus Rehabilitation 
Budget : 

Cicada Protocol: [EYES ONLY] 


Operation Black Lotus 


Name: Sherry Wilson 

Acquisition: 2002, US Marines, Site-18, Lotus Eater programme 
Medical: Hypertension, Schizoaffective Spectrum disorder 
Background: No felony record. 

Marital Status: Unmarried 

Father: Deceased age 27, suicide 

Mother: Deceased age 32, medication 

Smoker 

Incidents: None 

Shadow: Sci Fi Apple Pie 


Name: Urooj Demopoulos 

Acquisition: 1997, Greek HA, Site-19, Security, 1998 Transfer to 
Lotus Eater programme 

Medical: Oneirophrenia (upon waking, multiple incidents), minor 


Psychotic spectrum 

Background: Public intoxication (multiple), Assault and Battery 
Marital Status: Unmarried 

Father: Deceased age 63, heart attack 

Mother: Living age 74 

Smoker 

Drinker 

History of Drug Use 

Incidents: Assaulted guard during stupor: Appeared to have passed 
sock puppet test, later subdued a researcher. Was later seen on 
video surveillance conspiring with puppet. 

Shadow: Shaper Deathbell Uroo;} 


Name: Johann Michaél Kastner 

Acquisition: 2003, Revolutionare Zellen, Heidering Prison, Lotus 
Eater programme 

Medical: Paranoid Personality Disorder 

Background: Convicted of an attempted bombing of Federal 
property in former East Germany 

Marital Status: Unmarried 

Father: Dead, shot by border guards attempting to flee the East 
German state at age 34 

Mother: Dead, heart attack at age 64 

Incidents: After waking, stabbed lab tech with pen left near his body 
(see security memo d.d. 09/24/2006), Broke out of lab after waking 
in an apparent psychosis, found naked and covered in unknown 
viscous fluid six miles from Site-18. 

Shadow: Concrete Tomb 


MEMORANDUM SGite-18: Inaugural subconscious security 
screening. 


| entered the mind of the volunteer, Virgil Mayreder. 
From this point my Shadow was able to “jump” from mind 
to mind, all across Site-18. For the purpose of this 
experiment we were able to surmise that a neural relay 
(a person) can connect from a distance of roughly one 
meter. Any further would be impossible, at least for me. 
Many of the minds | entered were hazardous, 


incomprehensible, even if their psychological profiles are 
crystal clear. There was a strong risk of losing my 
identity in each one, so | had to move quickly. 


| could gather information from hospitable minds, but 
with great difficulty. To do so requires that | “open” to 
another person's consciousness to such an extent that | 
risk losing myself to it. Upon waking from this venture it 
took me several days to recover from the dissociative 
episode | experienced upon waking. 


The area is safe for carrying out operations. 
Sherry Wilson 


FROM: Rebecca Sanders | Senior Secretary Site-18 
TO: Dr. Glass | Site-18 
SUBJECT: Compiled Logs, “Black Lotus” 


Mobile Task Force OP 

Codename Dream Eater 

Operation Black Lotus 

Initial Date: - - 

Urooj Demopoulos: MIA 

Johann Michaél Kastner: Recovered 
Sherry Wilson: Recovered 


Recovery: According to information gathered during Blooming 
Rose, the entity known as Qi Shao was located in a man named 
Jason Graham. This individual was staying at an extended care 
facility in Seattle. One of our reconnaissance sleepers checked in 
and confirmed that the facility contained a number of hosts; upwards 
of fifty Xiupanian states. Many live-in care personnel on the site 
were also hosts. Their behavior was no different than an uninhabited 
person's. 


Jason Graham lives alone, but he checked into the hospice five 

times last year. The last known relations Graham enjoyed were with 
a woman named Qi Shao, who one decade ago succumbed to brain 
cancer, and is now confirmed to have descended to a pure Oneiroi. 


period; basic scene depicted was two Korean warriors similar 
to those in 800-12, SCP-800's current appearance, but with 
an eagle and at times a Chinese dragon visible. Presumably 
depicts the Korean War. 

800-7 (1953-1959): apparently similar to current description. 
800-8 (1959-1975): 18th century Qing Dynasty style, initially 
eagle perched alone on tree (see attached image), 
subsequently transformed into flying eagle, with trees and 
human figures in conical hats. Presumably depicts the 
Vietnam War. 

800-9 (1975-1979): unknown style of painting resembling 
Khmer stone carving, [DATA EXPUNGED] 

800-10 (1979): 15th century Ming Dynasty style, Chinese 
dragon flying over rice paddies. Presumably depicts the Sino- 
Vietnamese Border War. 

800-11 (1979-1989): modern Japanese style, bear surrounded 
by small humanoid figures armed with spears, with small 
eagle overhead. Possibly depicts the Soviet invasion of 
Afghanistan; if true, this would be SCP-800's only 
representation of a Central Asian conflict to date. 

¢ 800-12 (1989-present): see current description. 


Addendum 800-2: After the events of Experiment 800-1, SCP-800 
has been upgraded to Euclid-class and further experimentation 
forbidden without O5 level approval. 


Experiment 800-1: To date the first and only alteration testing 
carried out on SCP-800. On 22/5/20 , SCP-800 (in its current form 
of 800-12) was altered using ink and brush by a Foundation staff 
member experienced in modern reproduction of Joseon dynasty 
painting. Addition consisted of a quiver of arrows on back of 
uppermost figure wielding bow. No effects were initially noted apart 
from the fact that altered paint remained for an unusually long 
number of days. Three days later, on 25/5/20, the Democratic 
People's Republic of Korea [DATA EXPUNGED]. It is unknown 
whether this event was connected to Experiment 800-1. However, 
further experimentation has been suspended indefinitely. SCP-800 
was restored to its original state by Foundation staff. 


Addendum 800-1-1: 


Graham was relocated to a secure facility without incident. The 
Xiupanian hosts located in the hospice have been catalogued and 
preserved for future use. There is currently an acceptance criteria 
set on the hospice in accordance with [REDACTED] to ensure 
targets unrelated to Black Lotus are not compromised. | personally 
still consider Xiupanian rewrites under [REDACTED] as an 
acceptable risk.