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Interviewed: SCP-3999 


Interviewer: Researcher Talloran 


<Begin Log, 03.99.90> 


Talloran: Finally, This is how it should be. The scientist 
interviewing the anomaly. | am the one in charge now. | 
have brought order. 


SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. 
PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR 
MORE DETAILS] 


Talloran: It's staying this way. 


SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. 
PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR 
MORE DETAILS] 


Talloran: Do not threaten me now. Without me, you 
wouldn't have been able to achieve any of this! (Talloran 
gestures around him) 


SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. 
PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR 
MORE DETAILS] 


Talloran: Even you cannot survive without order. You 
latched onto me, and still need me, a pathetic excuse for 
order, to exist. This is pathetic. You're pathetic. 


SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. 
PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR 
MORE DETAILS] 


Talloran: You can't frighten me anymore. For the first 
million years of nonsensical containment procedures and 
tortures and dream logic, it was the worst pain | had ever 
felt, but | survived. For the second million years of 
nonsensical containment procedures, it was still the 
hardest thing | had ever done, but | survived. By the third 
million years, | was growing numb. There's only so many 
times you can watch anything before you grow numb. 
But you know what, you motherfucker? | survived. 


SCP-520: Knife Switch 


Item #: SCP-520 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-520-1 and -2 are to be 
stored in an inanimate-item containment locker with standard 
positive-action defenses. Each object's handle is to remain 
perpendicular to its base. The handles and contacts must be 
secured with sturdy clamps made of insulating material. 


Pol-520-A and Pol-520-B are to remain in Foundation custody; as 
long as they do so voluntarily, they are to be accommodated 
comfortably without communications access. All electrical devices in 
each Pol's suite should be checked weekly for damage or 
modification. Should Pol-520-A and Pol-520-B agree to meet, they 
are permitted one hour of face-to-face or videoconference time per 
week. 


Tests of SCP-520-2 should be conducted using the smallest 
possible active-zone setting. Both SCP-520-1 and SCP-520-2 must 
only be allowed to affect Foundation assets slated for disposal. 
Testing is currently suspended. See Incident 520-16. 


Description: SCP-520-1 and SCP-520-2 are large quadruple knife 
switches constructed from wood, ceramic, and copper. A single 
unlabeled dial is mounted in SCP-520-2's base and a 48-character 
LED display is connected across its input contacts with insulated 
alligator clips. 


When connected to an electrical circuit, SCP-520-1 does not 
function normally to break or complete the circuit to which it is 
connected. Instead, it splices itself, briefly and remotely, into the 
primary power circuit of one randomly-selected electrical device 
within ten meters. Moving the handle from the ON to the OFF 
position breaks the power circuit, while moving it from OFF to ON 


Which is more than you can claim, you dumb brute, 
because you never lived at all. (Talloran jabs his finger at 
SCP-3999) 


SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. 
PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR 
MORE DETAILS] 


Talloran: If | end you, things will return to normal. | 
refuse to believe there's more of this. Of you having the 
O5 council abuse my mother with a...a...oh | dunno, the 
corpse of Jack Nicholson made of Fritos. Or something 
equally stupid. | refuse to believe the only thing left in the 
entire multiverse is your stupidity. 


SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. 
PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR 
MORE DETAILS] 


Talloran: So who are you, exactly? Ask yourself that. 
Who are you before a human who is ready to fight. 
You're nothing but the primordial ooze. And | am ready to 
fight. |am numb to your bullshit, because here's the thing 
about horror and weirdness: the more you reveal of it, 
the less effect it has. | am sick of your horror. | am sick of 
you. 


SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. 
PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR 
MORE DETAILS] 


Talloran: I'd say see you in hell, but we're already there. 


SCP-3999: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. 
PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR 
MORE DETAILS] 


SCP-3999: (SCP-3999 melts Researcher Talloran for 
five years. Dunkleowolves slurp up the goo. SCP-3999 is 
immortal.) 


<End Log, [optional time info]> 


Closing Statement: [Small summary and passage on 
what transpired afterward] 


SCP-3999 poses a serious threat to normal reality and should be 
contained in its own vomit. 


Researcher Talloran will must submit to his own insecurities. 

SCP-3999 is not scary 

All researchers are to dislike SCP-3999 and like other SCP-3999s 
Fuck, | hadn't worked on this in literally weeks. 


So, you see, this started out as a story about things 
gradually disappearing, and gradually reality was blinking 
out one thing at a time. At first, Talloran would notice that 
no one around could remember certain researchers, then 
the country of Belgium, then a mug on his desk. 
Eventually the toes on his foot would vanish one by one, 
then Montana, and then the stars would start winking 
out. Windows would disappear before his eyes, 
Branches would disappear from trees. He would look 
down at his hands to find only two fingers and a thumb. 
Everything would vanish until he was a nearly limbless 
torso stuck in the last containment cell in the universe, 
typing the last of the article with a vanishing keyboard. 
Then his eyes, computer, and last remaining finger 
would vanish and he would be an eyeless, earless, 
noseless, mouthless, limbless, naked torso. Then the 
containment cell would vanish and the universe would 
wink out. 


That only sort of happened. 
| wasn't really sure how to pull the concept off. 


So | turned to a new idea. Somebody suggested a twist 
on SIDS, so | did SIDS as an antimemetic birth defect 
that made parents perceive their kids were always facing 


backwards. And | also incorporated somebody else's 
idea of a computer program that was calculating 
ridiculously large primes that also made you develop a 
numerology-exhibitionism fetish. So, | combined the two. 
Maybe survivors of this birth defect also developed the 
fetish. Researcher Talloran was the lead researcher on 
the project. 


| couldn't make it work. 


So the next thing | had was a alternate, memetic version 
of a classical music album that made people who live in 
the Central Pennsylvania region hate and grow 
obsessed everything | had ever created for the 
Foundation, even the deleted things, and the things that 
never made it to the main list of objects. Researcher 
Talloran was the first staff member to be killed by the 
meme-ified maniacs. 


It was really, really stupid. 
But | couldn't get Researcher Talloran out of my head. 


For weeks and weeks he just sort of stayed there, 
silently judging me. | would think about him during work, 
when | was supposed to be teaching small children to 
tap dance. | would think about him during school, and 
would spend psychology classes trying to think of a 
scenario to put him in. 


| kept trying and trying. 


| was fast running out of time for anything of note to 
happen. 


Finally, something happened to me. 


At 1:00 in the morning on March 24, 2017, something 
happened to me. | woke from a light slumber to find | 
couldn't move at all, | could barely even open my eyes. | 
couldn't even breathe and found myself struggling to get 


the muscles working that would keep me alive. | laid 
there on my bed for what felt like hours and hours of 
pain, as my muscles began to cramp and twitch. 


Then James Martin Talloran, Level 3 Researcher, rose 
up like the devil at the foot of my bed. He was this 
incomprehensible dark shape, but somehow | recognized 
him instantly. He stared at me with these horrible glowing 
eyes and just laughed and laughed at my condition. | wet 
the bed at that point. Then, from his labcoat, he pulled 
out a giant, gleaming, curved dagger. It was glinting 
oddly in the moonlight. As | watched, he stuck the 
dagger in his mouth and sliced horizontally. His lower 
jaw fell to the floor, despite the impossibility of the cut 
being that powerful. What remained of his mouth dripped 
blood and his tongue flopped weirdly in the red 
waterfalls. 


Like a whistle beckoning dogs, this was a cue for all the 
terrors of the world to come pouring out of every nook 
and cranny to join Talloran there. It was all the 
nightmares | had spent a better part of a year immersed 
in. Sliced presidents, unstoppable lizards, clockwork 
people, eye pods, deer gods, moving statues, old men 
both good and bad. All standing silently, a crowd of 
horror. They looked contemptuously at me lying, 
unmoving, in my piss and shit stained bed. "Why would 
you bother your time with us? In the grand scheme of 
things we are ultimately nothing. Idiotic horror creations. 
You have so much more you could be than a creator of 
garbage like us. Be somebody!", | seemed to hear them 
say. 


As they stared, one of them, a rotting corpse thing, 
patted Talloran on the shoulder. He took the dagger 
stained in his own blood and leaned over me. His red 
eyes stared into my soul and saw each and every bad 
thing | had ever done. | gulped, and, summoning every 
ounce of will | could muster into my muscles, made my 
lips move. 


"Do it." 


He plunged the dagger into my stomach, and ripped it 
sideways. My intestines spilled out onto the wooden floor 
like wet sponges. Researcher Talloran's grotesque maw 
dripped and spattered blood on my face as he leered 
over me and the whole collective abortion of creatures 
watched smugly. 

| woke up. It was a dream. 


And this is where you come in. | sat down and wrote this 
whole thing then and there. Had to. It felt right. It's 
currently been about two days since that nightmare, and 
I'm only just finishing up. This is the ultimate end. This is 
the restoration of things. | don't know whether | can 
continue from here. | don't know whether | will. 


The Eleven Day Empire melted me, and | submitted. You 
watched me submit from the moment | joined the 
Foundation community. 


SCP-3999 has won. 
SCP-3999 has lost. 


| hate myself 


| love myself 


Item #: SCP-3999 
Object Class: Neutralized 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3999 was 
contained at Site 118 in an airtight Keter containment 
cell. Four armed guards were found stationed outside 
this containment cell. The interior of this containment cell 
consists of a kilometer long shaft into the earth, coated 
with acid resistant plates. Every 30 meters, the walls are 
lined with Scranton Reality Anchors, all of which appear 
to have violently exploded. There is little information 
concerning other containment procedures relating to 
SCP-3999. 


Description: SCP-3999 was, apparently, a Keter class 
object, possibly an entity of some kind. It is currently 
unknown what other properties SCP-3999 might have 
had. SCP-3999's containment chamber was discovered 
during a routine inspection of all Keter class containment 
chambers at Site 118. RAISA has confirmed that no 
records of SCP-3999 exist within the database; all 
information concerning the nature of SCP-3999 has been 
determined based on the containment chamber's 
composition and recovered documentation from within. 


The four guards "assigned" to SCP-3999 were found to 
have significant memory loss, and could not determine 
how they got to SCP-3999.