SCP-2960-22Daniel Hot Blades) 11/4/2009 | Suicide. 
Harry (Hung from 
power cord.) 
SCP-2960-23Cory Mr McQueen 11/4/2009 | Suicide. 
(Hung from 
power cord.) 
SCP-2960-25Janice Spotlight 11/4/2009 | Suicide. 
(Hung from 
power cord.) 
SCP-2960-28Alice Josephine | 5/7/2009 Crushed 
"Ma" Strong under falling 
scenery. 
SCP-2960-32Jason Bobby 17/11/2010) Suicide. 
Strong (Overdose 
On ibuprofen) 
SCP-2960-36Jackson Caldwell B.| 15/11/2012! Impaled by 
Cladwell falling iron 
pipe. 


Addendum 2960-B: Transcript of Liam Schmidt’s Message 
The following voice-message was left on the answering machine of 
Mrs. Herring, High School's studio art teacher on November 


10th, 2008. 


Hey Jill, it's Liam. 


Hey, so, | heard you aren't gonna be able to make any of 
the shows this time, which, | mean, that's a shame, 
really. You know, this is the best cast and crew | think 
I've ever had. | dunno, maybe the best I'll ever have. 


| mean, they all just fit their roles so perfectly, you know? 
When | watch them perform, like, it just, it takes my 
breath away, really. If | didn't know these kids, I'd tell you 
that they are their character. Plus, | mean, hell, the set is 
gorgeous, crew is like clockwork, and, uh, hell, even the 
orchestra just, it's brilliant. It's all brilliant. 


| just, you know, it's a shame that it's got to end, right? | 
mean, Christ, for some of these kids, all they've got is the 


theatre... it's funny, | guess, and kind of sad, cause this 
might be the best thing they do with their lives, you know, 
‘cause they don't have the money for college, or the 
grades. 


Honestly, | really just want them to be stars, you know? 
Like, uh, be able to make a life out of this. It would be... 
it'd be the best thing for them, | think, | dunno, maybe I'm 
just rambling. 


Anyway, lemme know if your schedule changes or 
something, I'd really love to see you there. Old college 
friend of mine is coming to the final show, and | really 
want you guys to meet, think you have a lot in common. 


So yeah, uh, call me back, if you get the chance. Ok. 
Bye. 


As of 25/11/2008, investigation into the whereabouts of Liam 
Schmiat is still ongoing. 


Addendum 2960-C: UPDATE 
On 9/3/2014, following the conclusion of that night’s show, Liam 
Schmidt’s voice made the following announcement: 


Attention all cast, crew, and orchestra members. 


This has been our final show of our production of 
Urinetown. 


Thank you all very much for your hard work and 
dedication. The show was truly brilliant and you should 
be proud of what you have accomplished here. 


That is all. 


Following this announcement, all living instances of SCP-2960 found 
that they were capable of leaving the auditorium and backstage area 
without encountering the wall of force. All SCP-2960 instances were 
immediately detained. 


Upon investigation, it was found that all deceased instances of 
SCP-2960 had begun normal decomposition. In addition, at 19:00 
PST, all living instances of SCP-2960 will enter a fugue state. At 
19:30 PST these instances will then act out their roles from the show 
regardless to context. Use of amnestics has proven ineffective in 
alleviating this phenomenon. 


All living SCP-2960 instances currently remain contained at 
Site—64, pending Ethics Committee review on further action to be 
taken. 


« SCP-2959 | SCP-2960 | SCP-2961 » 


SCP-2961: Los Ocultos 


Item #: SCP-2961 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2961 is to be housed 
within a standard humanoid containment unit at Site-62. When not in 
use, the structure, furnishings and any personal effects (where 
possible) are to be checked for anomaly-related changes; any items 
thus affected are to be replaced as required and forwarded to F-Lab 
for ongoing analysis. 


Until all anomalous behaviour is understood, testing, research and 
interviews are to be conducted at least twenty meters from its 
containment and/or prior location.! Under these conditions, 
SCP-2961 must be relocated every thirty minutes to a different 
Class Three research/interview suite. No additional security is 
required. 


Contact with SCP-2961 is limited to no more than thirty minutes in 
any four hour period, after which assigned personnel must undergo 
DNA refranking and revised retina/fingerprint ID authorization to 
ensure continued security access. This is to be performed within 
one hour of last contact. 


Note that for research purposes, drug dependency can be 
introduced and/or discontinued as required. In this case, enhanced 
containment protocols/care standards apply, as agreed by 
SCP-2961 (see additional documentation). SCP-2961 is considered 
category NH/FCS (with zero contraindications) for the purposes of 
research interaction and breach risk analysis, and as such Quality of 
Life standard Westerman-A applies. 


Description: SCP-2961 is the physically non-anomalous human 
male Raul Flores. 


When SCP-2961 enters a clearly defined, physically bound location, 
any phenomena that could be classified as forensic evidence (as 
understood by SCP-2961) will exhibit a progressive degradation 
and/or transformation, to the point of neutralization. This degradation 
is relative to physical proximity to SCP-2961. Evidence both 
anecdotal and empirical indicates that this is an involuntary, 
permanently ongoing phenomena that does not impact, hinder or 
otherwise interfere with SCP-2961’s standard biological or 
psychological functioning. 


Said forensic degradation will take the form of either 1} a 
progressive failure of identifiable genetic structure, so that same can 
be recognized as human blood (for example), but cannot be linked 
to any individual, or 2} a transformation into a physically and/or 
thematically similar artifice (for example, white powder recovered 
from the bathroom of a murdered civil servant together with a mirror 
and a razor blade was positively identified as talc, although a 
separate Foundation autopsy suggested same had been inhaled 
prior to death, and trace quantities of talc were found in the victim’s 
bloodstream congruent with cocaine use). 


Discovery: Raul Flores was born in Delicias, Mexico on 23rd 
January 1968 to Felix Alfonso (deceased 1977-08-13) and Maria 
Concerta (deceased 1986-12-30). Autopsies and medical records of 
same, grandparents and great-grandparents on both sides, plus 
covert DNA analysis of offspring, have revealed zero indications of 
any physical anomaly. 


Flores rose to prominence in the 1990’s as an increasingly influential 
and vociferous critic of both Mexico’s drug cartels and the Mexican 
government, citing the former’s practices and methodology, and the 
latter’s apparent inability and/or unwillingness to curb them, as 
leading factors in Mexico’s perceived socio-economic decline. 


On the third of April 2004 Raul Flores disappeared. It is believed his 
disappearance, and the subsequent public outcry, were decisive 
factors in the election of Felipe Calderon to the Mexican presidency 
in December 2006 and the catalyst for the crackdown on drug 
trafficking and the commencement, in the same month, of the so- 
called Mexican Drug War. 


Flores came to the Foundation’s indirect attention following the 
collapse of numerous high-profile criminal prosecutions against 
members of the Los Ocultos cartel during these actions (all of which 
failed through lack of, or destruction/misappropriation of, allegedly 
incriminating forensic evidence), and was positively identified after 
the capture of several CCTV and cellphone recordings of anomalous 
activity by cartel-embedded agents. Containment was finally 
achieved in April 2012 in Chihuahua, Mexico at [REDACTED] 
Catholic School, the scene of a triple execution carried out by cartel 
members and local law enforcement officers. 


+ Induction Interview 0_0 124 


Interviewed: SCP-2961, here referred to by 
name to aid cooperation. 


Interviewer: Induction Officer Dr J Pascal 


Foreword: Induction Interview 0_0 124 (two 
hours after extraction) 


<Begin Log> 


DR J PASCAL: You're happy with the 
assurances you've been given? Don’t nod. 


SCP-2961: Sorry. Yes. 


DR J PASCAL: Okay, let’s begin. I’d like to 
ask you some questions about the last few 
years. Specifically 2004 to date. 


SCP-2961: | don't know. I'm still - 


DR J PASCAL: We can stop at any time. 
There's water in the beaker. Help yourself. 


SCP-2961: Okay. Thank you. 


DR J PASCAL: I've seen the footage leading 
up to your rescue - what's still viable, at least. 
You standing in the middle of a classroom, 


wearing a pinafore apron with a feather duster, 
surrounded by gang members taking it in turns 
to pistol whip you. 


SCP-2961: Please... 


DR J PASCAL: Three deceased minors on 
the floor, gunshot wounds to the head. George 
Marquez, thirteen, Valeria Marquez, eight, 
Penelope Vegas, three. 


SCP-2961: Please, | - 


DR J PASCAL: Over the course of seven 
minutes their blood either disappears or 
becomes some other fluid. Ink, or paint, or 
blood of indistinct DNA lineage. Bullet holes in 
the floor and walls become larger - not bullet 
holes any more. What we assume were bullet 
casings are unidentifiable as such: more like 
scraps of metal - and you just stand there. 


SCP-2961: Please. | had to, while the blood 
and everything else became untraceable. | 
didn't hurt those poor little things. | would 
never - 


DR J PASCAL: Accepted; just so we're 
straight, you're not being accused of anything. 
We have no interest in pursuing any kind of 
punitive action. 


SCP-2961: So what are you interested in? 
What do you want to know? 


DR J PASCAL: I'd like to understand the 
progression from balls to the wall people's 
hero to pinafore apron-wearing accomplice for 
Mexico's third largest cartel. Can you tell me 
how Mexico's foremost campaigner for the 
Disappeared ended up actively covering up 


their murders? 
SCP-2961: Where do you want me to start? 
DR J PASCAL: The beginning would be fine. 


SCP-2961: Okay... The beginning... | was 
what you'd call an "over-sensitive" child. 


DR J PASCAL: Can you elaborate on that? 


SCP-2961: Of course. When | was eight or 
nine, out playing, | found a deer that had been 
hit by a truck. A beautiful thing, ruined beyond 
recognition. | dragged it off the road, used my 
shirt to clear up the blood as best | could. 
There was a stream nearby. | washed the shirt 
and went back and washed the deer's face. I'd 
never been so close to one before. | was very 
moved, very sad. Cleansed it as best | could 
and left it a little ways off the roadside. How 
can life be so meaningless? That was the 
seed. The start of it. Positive action. 
Everything | ever did afterwards was born of 
that day. My mother shouted at me for coming 
home with no shirt. 


DR J PASCAL: Thank you. The rest of your 
life is well documented, right up to your 
disappearance. Talk me through it. 


SCP-2961: April the third, 2004. It was a 
beautiful day. | was coming home from a 
wedding, driving on a side road maybe nine 
kilometers south of Camargo, listening to a 
news report about terrorists in Spain blowing 
themselves up in their apartment. | turn the 
corner and | have to slam on the brakes — 
there’s wreckage everywhere - a white sedan 
had careered off the road after hitting a deer. 


fuel onboard. Who the fuck is running the show around here? 


Anyway, we're now underway. For a while there | had a definite 
feeling of going downward, but now we're dropping much more 
slowly. Marty (that's the R&D guy's name) says we're sinking at a 
rate of ten meters an hour. Apparently at this depth, the red pool is 
pretty damn dense. 


ET354a mission log, day 2: 

Nothing of interest happened, but | learned everyone's names. We 
have Marty, our "pilot"; Agent Swanson; Agent Turquoise; Agent 86; 
Dr. Jay Macarthur; Chris Simmons; and Leroy Tucker. Whoop de 
frickin doo. 


ET354a mission log, day 3: 

At about 4:30 am, gravity suddenly changed direction. Boy, that was 
a fun way to wake up. We're now rising, rather than sinking, which 
means we're more than halfway there. 


ET354a mission log, day 4 

We've reached the surface! Through the portholes it's mostly dark, 
which means it's night. We can't go out yet because for all we know, 
the atmosphere could be hydrochloric acid. We've got a shitload of 
sensors outside of the ship analyzing a bunch of stuff; whether the 
air is breathable, what kind of airborne bacteria we have to deal 
with, and simple stuff like temperature. We'll know in eight hours 
whether it's safe for human life out there. 


ET354a mission log, day 5 
Turns out the air is totally safe. Except it's been night for... going on 
28 hours now. What's going on? 


ET354a mission log, day 6 

Dawn finally came. The sun was huge and red. I'm a biologist, but | 
know enough about astronomy to know that we're orbiting a totally 
different star. Is this a different time, a different place, or a different 
dimension? Leroy guessed that we're in "another plane of existence" 
and | think he's probably closest. 


The pool on this side is way bigger, more like a large pond or maybe 
a small lake. The banks are more defined than on our side as well. 


DR J PASCAL: A deer? 


SCP-2961: | know. | think it had just 
happened. 


DR J PASCAL: Occupants of the white car? 


SCP-2961: Three occupants. The driver was 
dazed and covered in blood. There was a 
dead woman, and a little girl unconscious in 
the back. Blood and vomit and shit and piss 
everywhere. Overpowering. Christ. The deer 
was just a pulp. The woman's bladder was 
exposed, torn open, pissing onto the seat. 


DR J PASCAL: Go on. 


SCP-2961: The child was beginning to come 
round. | didn't want her to see her mother like 
that. | wanted the blood to go away. 


DR J PASCAL: What happened? 


SCP-2961: | guess the deer and the roadside 
took me back, reminded me of that incident all 
those years before. | wanted to make a 
difference this time. 


DR J PASCAL: Talk me through it. 


SCP-2961: The blood. | made it go away. | 
willed it? | don't know. The blood became 
salsa became water. It evaporated in the end. 
The shit and piss and vomit became mud. It 
dried into dust. The interior of the car didn't 
look like an abattoir anymore. 


DR J PASCAL: How did you evoke it? 


SCP-2961: It was my emotion. | was crying, 
shaking. Once | realised what was happening | 
was able to - | can't think how to describe it. It 


was intuitive. It required desire, not thought. 


DR J PASCAL: Heart, not head. Okay - so 
that's the wife and child. What about the 
husband? 


SCP-2961: He was still bleeding, but he wasn't 
drenched in it anymore. He started to come 
round too. I'm sorry - | - 


DR J PASCAL: You're doing fine. Please 
continue. 


SCP-2961: | did what | could. But then | 
realised | could hear groaning coming from 
behind the car. | looked, | couldn't see 
anything. But still, the groaning. Muffled. | 
couldn't understand; there was no one there - | 
couldn't figure it out. And then | realised it was 
coming from the trunk. It had come unlocked in 
the crash. There was someone in the trunk... 


DR J PASCAL: Take your time. 


SCP-2961: There was a man in there. Naked, 
gagged, trussed up. I'm wondering what the 
hell I've just stumbled into, when | hear a ‘click’ 
behind me, very close to my ear. | turn slowly 
with my hands up, and | have a gun in my 
face. It’s the driver. The man | thought was the 
husband. 


DR J PASCAL: So who was he? 


SCP-2961: Without the blood, it was obvious: 
Miguel Rodriguez, the top man in the Los 
Diablos cartel, as it was then... With his free 
hand he takes a wheel jack. Kills the man in 
the trunk and drags the little girl out of the 
back. He didn't say a word. | couldn't watch. 
The noises were enough. | just stood there, 


frozen. Useless. 


DR J PASCAL: You had a gun pointing at 
you. Your options were limited.