¢ Fire and Brimstone (by Slothdude) even Gods must have 
their Demons. 


Act Two 


¢ Awakenings, Part Two (by Scantron): "! have infinite 
confidence in your loyalty and competence." 


© Interlude: New Toys (by Dexanote): "Oh | like you. | like 
you an'! like yor little buddy. | think I'll keep ya." 


* To Be Continued. 


Chronological Sequence 


Display Entries In Chronological Order 


¢ Apakht (Part 1 of 3) by 
thedeadlymoose 


© Awakenings (Certain scenes) by 
thedeadlymoose 


* Stirrings by Skara Brae 

* The Gate Opens (Part 2 of 3) by 
thedeadlymoose 

¢ Revelation (Part 3 of 3) by 
thedeadlymoose 


© Awakenings (Certain scenes) by 
thedeadlymoose 


¢ The White Horse (The Conqueror 
With The Golden Crown) by 
thedeadlymoose 

¢ The Red Horse (The Ironic Metaphor) 

by Dexanote 

Stormfront by Sophia Light 


© Interlude: A Memo Regarding a 
Theft by Dexanote 


Awakenings (Closing scene; "Official" 
chronological location) by 
thedeadlymoose 


© The Bloody Autumn (Flashback 
scenes) by Dexanote 


The Black Horse (The Crawling Sea) 
by Sophia Light 

¢ The Pale Horse (The Wayward 
Children) by thedeadlymoose 


© Interlude: Last Words from 
Svalbard by Sophia Light 


The Bloody Autumn (Present scenes; 
"Official" chronological location) by 
Dexanote 

Splinter: Tenebrae by TroyL 
Ganymede by thedeadlymoose 
Awakenings, Part Two by Scantron 
Interlude: New Toys: by Dexanote 


¢ Splinter: Now... This (8 weeks into a 
possible future) by Gaffney 


Unknown Timeframe: 


¢ Splinter: In the End: Monkey 


would drool all over itself, or maybe, just maybe it would 
be perfectly intelligent. | know some of our clients are 
definitely hoping for the second option, and | have been 
instructed by the Directors to bring it about as best as | 
can. | would like to remark that when we placed a snake, 
upright on plate seven, it did manifest as a human throat 
and the bottom part of a mouth, tongue intact and began 
screaming and shrieking. But it was all incoherent, even 
though extremely loud and piercing, could hear it all 
across the building, so | just don't- 


Addendum 07: See Log SCP-604-10 (only audio) 
Log SCP-604-10 


Cook 1: (voice sounds strained and upset) The pile of 
leeches did not completely turn into a human head. The 
surface remained the same- but deeper down a human 
head was generated. Underneath the first two layers... 


Cook 2: Help me get these things off it before it scares a 
guest... 


Head: Oh jesus! Oh god! 
gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! 
GAAAAAAAAAAAH! They're all over! They're AHHHHH! 
GET THEM OFF! FUCK! JESUS! GET THE- (it has been 
determined by analysis that at this point the head either 
began choking on some of the leeches, or its tongue was 
covered and drained of blood) 


Addendum 08: See Log SCP-604-21 
Log SCP-604-21 


(a waiter comes in pushing a cart with a wooden box on 
top. The box has several slots and holes opened in it, 
and tubes trail out, connecting to IV bags and tiny 
batteries. A mewling comes from within) 


(The box is lifted up over a plate, put on it, and then 


Business by DrBright 

¢ Splinter: |n the End: Elite by DrBright 

¢ Splinter: In the End: Europe by 
DrBright 

* Splinter: In the End: Rawhide by 
DrBright 


How To Write For This Canon 


Display Writer's Guide 


First, read the canon. Then, write whatever you want and 
throw it up! Feel free to add your article here when you're 
done. 


Our canon has a room on IRC: #eschatology. Come 
brainstorm with us! 


Note: We're looking for stuff that's different 
here. Don't be afraid to be ambitious. Don't shy 
away from under-appreciated SCPs and 
unusual concepts. Please don't just write an 
incredibly straightforward take on a subject! 


Main Story Arcs 


The Ends of the World 


The Lock is open, and many more world-enders will be 
waking up. Or arriving. Or suddenly compelled to do 
what they were apparently always supposed to do. 
Maybe-gods like SCP-343, ancient entities like the bear 
king, modern things like the ink pen, eldritch beings from 
beyond the stars - the world-enders are coming from 
everywhere. It's only going to get bigger and messier 
before the curtains close. 


Writing Suggestions for "The Ends of the World": 


More vignette collections for this arc, like 
"Awakenings". Remember, one of the big themes 
of this canon is "things not going according to 
plan" - creativity is key. 

New world-enders. Any SCP can be a world-ender 
if you want, and you're not limited to SCPs. 
Previously established world-enders: what they do 
next. 

World-enders clashing with each other. Or maybe 
teaming up. Or refusing to end the world and trying 
to help the Foundation or the Serpent's Hand or 
other entities. Or... 

Write up something from the perspective of people 
in the real world. The Foundation might not be 
public - yet? - but when giants walk the Earth... 
everyone knows. You can do a character piece, 
further a subplot, anything you like. 

Several of us are already planning to write 
crossover pieces for the Wanderers Library. 
Feel free to jump aboard that ship too! 


House Divided 


Per the Ganymede Protocol, the Foundation has split 
into multiple independent sites. Only Level 5s knew 
about this protocol before, and though they don't know 
why the Protocol was enacted (beyond the fact that O5 
Command has been compromised and is 
incommunicado), they know what to do now. 


Writing Suggestions for "House Divided": 


¢ Foundation members reacting to the end of the 


world, and to the splitting of the Foundation into 
myriad independent sites. Making plans, joining 
sides, handling containment breaches, dealing 
with the world-enders, simply wondering what the 
fuck happens now. 


¢ Do individuals - or whole sites - try and join up with 
each other? Are there people who agree with - or 
want to team up with - notable personalities? 


Notable "leaders" so far: 
¢ The Administrator 


© The current Administrator 
essentially represents the attitude 
of the Foundation as a whole. She 
- and others in agreement - feel 
that the Foundation has to stand 
up to the world-enders. Secure, 
contain, protect. The Foundation 
will defend humanity, and will not 
take the risk of allying with any of 
the world-enders. It will be a hard 
road, full of bluffing and desperate 
measures, but they will stop the 
end of the world, without 
compromising themselves. 


¢ The First Administrator 


© The first Administrator vanished 
some time ago. Unbeknownst to 
the Foundation until now, he 
never truly went away. He has 
been operating as both "Nobody" 
and SCP-990. For starters. 
Somehow, the first Administrator 
has made himself a world-ender. 
How? Why? No one knows. To 
the first Administrator, and those 
who agree with him, the world has 
to end, one way or another. Their 
goal is to end it in a way that lets 
the Foundation - and humanity - 
come out on top. 


* SCP-343 


© Is SCP-343 the real God, a 
powerful reality bender, or 
something in between? Who 
knows. Either way, He wants to do 
what Revelations foretold: a new 
heavens and a new earth. But 
He's got to end this version first. 
He would certainly welcome any 
Foundation personnel on His 
side... and some of them already 
are. 


¢ Dr. Light 


© Newly - and perhaps shakily - 
allied with the Serpent's Hand, 
Sophia Light doesn't want the 
world to end. Turns out a whole lot 
of people agree with her, and not 
just in the Foundation. Ever the 
pragmatist, Light and others who 
agree with will be allying with 
anomalous entities to stop the end 
of the world. Even some reluctant 
world-enders themselves. A 
devil's bargain? A massive 
mistake? Some risks have to be 
taken. 


Secret Story Arcs 


Anything on the following list is something we have fairly 
specific stuff planned for. But odds are, we can make 
your ideas work too! Contact us. 


* "Stirrings" Arc: Ancient nature gods 
waking up in North America. (Contact: 
Skara Brae) 


¢ The Judeo-Christian Apocalypse: The 
events of Revelations are coming to 
pass, though... not quite as planned. 


© War (Contact: Dexanote) 

© Famine (Contact: Sophia Light) 

© Pestilence [Forthcoming] (Contact: 
Sophia Light) 

© Anything else (Contact: 
thedeadlymoose) 


* SCP-001: "The Lock" (Contact: 
thedeadlymoose) 

¢ SCP-008: "Zombie Plague” (Contact: 
Sophia Light) 

* SCP-598: "Sentient Color" (Contact: 
Sophia Light) 

* SCP-1000: "Bigfoot" (Contact: 
thedeadlymoose) 

¢ Dr. Light (Contact: Sophia Light) 

The Harbinger (Contact: 

thedeadlymoose) 

Asherah (Contact: thedeadlymoose) 

The Greco-Roman pantheon (Contact: 

thedeadlymoose) 

¢ The "classic" Groups of Interest, 
specifically: The Global Occult Coalition, 
The Church of the Broken God, The 
Chaos Insurgency, The Factory, and 
MC8&D. This list does not include 
"Nobody" because you can understand 
him from reading the canon, and it 
doesn't include the Serpent's Hand 
because they have a million splinter 
groups. (Contact: thedeadlymoose) 


This is not a list of everything we've used, just what we 
have something in mind for that you can't get by just 
reading the canon so far. As more plot material is 
revealed, this list will grow smaller. 


If you create a new "secret" plot or subplot in the main 
timeline, we'll add that here too. 


Finally... 


If your story doesn't fit into the main plot, then we'll 
call it a ‘splinter’ canon and maybe link it in a different 
section on this page. This includes stories that contradict 
planned "Secret Story Arc" material. 


Other Sources 


This is an incomplete list of stories we used as 
inspiration for the story so far. 


¢ Document Recovered From The 
Marianas Trench 

¢ Post Finem 

Unfinished Business & Unfinished 

Business II 

* In His Own Image 

¢ Contain Yourself 

¢ Project Thaumiel 

* The Flytrap 

¢ Incident 239-B - Clef-Kondraki 

* Waiting on God... Oh! 

¢ Ecce Perago & An Non 

¢ The Happy Ending 

* Sedna V. Ataciara the Qaqulluk 


"Apakht" 


In the sublevels of Site 10, Dr. Yara Mirski raised the gemstone to 
the light with a gloved hand, in a gesture she'd repeated a hundred 
times before. She admired its black contours, broken up by the 
mottled white pattern and the golden filigree that wrapped around its 
exterior. 


SCP-001-Delta. The fourth SCP item considered a ‘prime’, or '001', 
item. One of several that had a hand in the creation of the 
Foundation. And, in Yara's opinion, by far the most frustrating. 


For one, there wasn't much else to know about Delta at Level 5 
clearance. 


Most of the other 001 items had a great deal of falsified information 
attached to them, the better to confuse ever-curious researchers. 
Some versions were altered beyond recognition. Like lota, Yara's 
favorite. Some meta-humor to give snoopers an existential crisis. 
Some were fabricated entirely — notably, Beta, which was a little 
surprising, since it was just an ordinary monster. What was so 
unusual or startling about that, compared to Keter cakes or Project 
Rho? But Beta was an invention from whole cloth; everything about 
it was fiction besides its ancient classification system. 


Not so with Delta. Delta was strange enough on its own that people 
always assumed the files they had unearthed were altered. They 
were wrong. Delta was the most straightforward 001. A lock that 
appeared to literally "contain" our universe, and also something 
called "Apakht." It seemed like a joke from several cartoon shows, a 
joke made worse by the fact that it was true. 


And Delta, the Lock, was still missing its Key. Not that the O5s 
hadn't tried to crack it open, especially the skittish ones who didn't 
like the idea of anyone containing anything but them. One of them 
had it in her head that Delta unlocked Heaven. Kept rambling on 
about something called the Thaumiel Initiative. It didn't matter. Not 


even SCP-005 could pry that lock open, and no megaton bomb 
could crack Delta's shell. 


Yara felt the warmth of the Delta stone through her gloves, and 
reflected that it was perhaps fortunate that every attempt to unlock 
Delta had failed. 


She was still reflecting on this when the first klaxon blared. 


The Harbinger hated its code name. 


"The Harbinger." Really. So fucking over-dramatic. They wouldn't 
stop using it, either. For security, they said. Harbinger. Harbinger. 
Harbinger? Harbinger, Harbinger, Harbinger. It wanted to kill the son 
of a bitch who came up with that. 


Yet... as long as it was on the premises of Site 10, it was not going 
to think of itself by any other identity but Harbinger. Not its name, 
definitely not gender. The Harbinger was an it, now, and would stay 
that way until this was over. 


Sure, the Foundation's ability to read minds was not precisely A- 
grade, but considering the stakes, it wasn't planning on taking extra 
risk. Especially not with an 001. Especially not with Delta. The 
Harbinger was familiar with Delta's containment procedures, listed 
and unlisted, maybe too familiar... no, better not to think about that 
either. 


The Harbinger tore through the outer containment shell around the 
Primary Archival Vault, wincing slightly at the ease with which the 
steel alloy peeled apart. The auto-defense turrets came next, 
followed by the chemical bath. The Harbinger's glowing white form 
withstood the punishment and it destroyed the turrets with a wave of 
its hand. 


A battalion of carefully crafted containment procedures, made 
useless in moments. The Harbinger carefully pushed back the 
memories sifting up in its brain. 


The Harbinger reached the Vault, the massive, aptly named 


octagonal prism-shaped containment chamber, custom-designed 
precisely for the purpose of containing SCP-001-Delta. Until now, it 
had done a very good job. 


It was made of reinforced concrete and steel, with a time-locked 
access portal in the ceiling. Pretty much nothing could get through 
that portal. 


The Harbinger grimaced. The Foundation just did not reckon with 
power on the right scale. That would have to change—quickly. 


The Harbinger left the portal alone and ripped off the entire front 
side of the vault. 


It walked forward two steps and stopped. 
The Vault was supposed to be empty... It wasn't. 


In point of fact, there was a woman sitting in it. The Harbinger 
recognized her. Dr. Yara Mirski. Research lead on 001-Delta. 


A dangerous thought, the thought of her, bubbled up into the 
Harbinger's head — quickly suppressed — but it was a distraction 
for a key second. 


Mirski was holding what appeared to be a harpoon gun on steroids, 
aiming it forward. She did not appear surprised to see the Harbinger, 
not at all— 


She pulled the trigger. 
God damn it, the Harbinger thought, as the bolt impaled it through 


the chest. 


Yara Mirski hadn't known what to expect the invader, the 
"Harbinger", to look like, and she wasn't going to let it faze her now 
that she was seeing it. 


But it really did look very startling. 


It was shaped like a person, glowing entirely, uniformly white. She 


couldn't make out any features on its face. Couldn't tell whether it 
was male or female. 


And there was something else about it — some sense about it — 
that felt purely otherworldly, made it hard to look at. It wasn't just the 
hundred wings sprouting from its back. She was reminded of the 
Bible stories that she'd heard in church growing up, the ones 
involving angels. How unwitting mortals would fall to their knees in 
worship, only for the angel to stop them, pull them to their feet, and 
rebuke them, because you should only be directing your worship to 
the one true living God. 


There was also, of course, the harpoon in its chest, but she'd put 
that there. She'd almost forgotten, staring at the Harbinger's visage, 
until its glow started to dim and some of that intense white energy 
started spiraling into the harpoon.