707-03: To tell the truth, there's something 
about this that scares me. These bodies are 
far too deep. We made it with lights and ropes, 
sure. But | imagine the people that brought 
them here. Dragging their mother or father by 
the ankles down these same tunnels, rock tight 
around them, in the pitch black and the cold. 
What would they have thought? What would 
they have felt? The same fear we do, I'm sure, 
even if they hadn't the words to say it. The 
same fear | felt. Perhaps we'll have that in 
common. 


[AUDIO ENDS] 


Attachment (6/12): Image_scan_006.cln 


2012/07/01: Project AMURTAT is jointly reproposed by O5-1, 05-3, 
05-6, and 05-12. Proposal is passed at 7-6 votes. 


2012/09/26: Commencement of third intake of 538 individuals. 
Successful communication established with 100% of interred 
individuals. Successful validation of identity established with 100% 
of interred individuals. List of AMURTAT-eligible personnel 
expanded to cover a total of 692 key appointment holders and 1,308 
subject-matter specialists. 


Log date: 2012/10/01 


Text file recovered from the laptop of Grace 
Chandrasekar, operative 707-09. 


28 Sep 00 


Zhang fainted the other day. That makes two 
of us. We're debating whether to send him up 
or not. The director is deliberating - she and 
her men fear the information we have down 
here like a plague. Information security be 


initial confirmation made on / / . A full week of helicopter searches 
of the neighboring city of and numerous retrievals of 
unremarkable frisbees from rooftops eventually yielded results. 
Unfortunately, Agent was fatally dismembered by SCP-388 when 
Agent _ threw the object down from the roof. Under the guise of 
replacing a septic tank SCP-388 was dug up from its resting place 
5.5 m below the yard, and carefully brought in for containment. 


SCP-388 when thrown by a human appears to travel as a normal 
frisbee would for a distance of approximately 3 m. After this 
distance, SCP-388 immediately begins glowing bright white, and 
accelerates until its velocity reaches approximately m/s. SCP-388 
will proceed to cleanly slice through all intervening matter, 
regardless of consistency, until eventually coming to rest. Current 
theory holds that it loses speed due to friction between its top and 
bottom surfaces and the weight of material pressing down on it as it 
passes through objects. SCP-388 does not differentiate between 
matter and test subjects assigned to catch it. 


Addendum: Inquiries into the potential use of SCP-388 as a 
weapon have been declined by __ in light of the obvious difficulty of 
retrieving it after its first throw. 


« SCP-387 | SCP-388 | SCP-389 » 


damned, she talks like our minds have been 
tainted by some horrible contagion. Corpse 
disease. To them, we're the things in the black 
box, the voices spitting up the names and 
numbers of the dead, the contaminated Sybils 
behind the curtain. 


For us, it's taking a toll. This space ain't a 
clean one. Imagine a large hall, full of people - 
their whole lives, shells and shells - broken up 
and crammed into the smallest, darkest space 
that you can think of. Now imagine that space 
inside your mind, and you'll begin to realise 
what we mean when we say that hell is not a 
place we go to when we die. 


He saw something down there. I'm sure of it. 
When he was under, | heard him whisper 
things about his fathers and mothers, and | 
saw him do the thing with his hands that the 
first subjects did - I'm not sure what's going on. 
Maybe we aren't as alone as we thought down 
here. The other mind speaks, and some of us 
can't help but listen. 


He's speaking again. We need to do 
something. 


2012/10/04: Task Force 707 reports difficulties in sustaining volume 
of personnel stored within SCP-3100. Three personnel possibly 
incapacitated due to neurochemical complications. According to 
standard information security protocols, incapacitated personnel are 
not evacuated until full RAISA team can be deployed on-site. As 
stopgap measure, reserve personnel are activated from Site-747. 
ETA of reserve personnel is 48 hours. 


2012/10/06: Containment fails. [DATA EXPUNGED] 
Log d%tep; 2012710/36 


In the morning of 2012/10/06, members of Task Force 
707 decide to attempt further exploration of SCP-3100, 
ostensibly to investigate the cause behind the 
incapacitation of 707-03, 707-04, 707-12, and 707-13. 
Operatives 707-01 (J. Marsh) and 707-09 (G. 
Chandrasekar) volunteer. Both are equipped with 
standard exploratory equipment. Exploration commences 
at 0500 hours. 


Communication log #2012/10/06-001 
[AUDIO BEGINS] 
707-09: Marsh, you sure about this? 


707-01: We've done this before. It's nothing 
new. Just wish you would've told me sooner 
about this. 


707-09: You have too much on your plate. 
707-01: I'll manage. I've had worse. 
707-09: A third of us are gone. 


707-01: So enough of us are left to get 
answers. Whatever's been doing this, it's 
something the initial team didn't care to find. 
Something they overlooked. 


707-09: If something happens to us, you know 
what's going to happen to the rest. 


707-01: Zhang said it went on deeper from 
where he stopped, so | figure there's 
something beyond that that's worth exploring. 
He said they couldn't go any more on account 
of the narrowness, though. 


707-09: You're changing the topic, Marsh. 


707-01: These here are directed water 


charges. Ordered those from upstairs the other 
day. Old gear, a task force classic. You know, 
we used to bust open door handles with these 
back in the 50's. 


707-09: Marsh, we're going to be taking a big 
risk if there's something, down there. 


Something that was strong enough to take out 
four of us through our minds. 


707-01: Well, you going to tell the Director 
about it? 


707-01: | figured as much. 
[DATA CORRUPT] 

Communication log #2012/10/06-006 
[DATA CORRUPT] 


707-09: You know, Zhang told me he was 
having dreams - before he went under. 


707-01: What kind of dreams? 


707-09: Marsh, don't play dumb. Let's clear 
the air here, you and me. You know that scene 
as well as | do. 


707-01: That's why you're going, huh? 


707-09: Look. We've all been having them. We 
can't hide that any more. 


707-01: Who've you asked, Grace? 


707-09: Matthew. Kumiko, Durand, Thuy... 
they're all saying the same thing. Inside, 
they're scared. | think even you're scared. 


707-09: You're scared that we've all been 


dreaming the same thing. 


707-01: Little bit of that, little bit of something 
else. 


707-09: What's the something else? 


707-01: That this is what happens to us when 
we die. 


707-01: Looks like it's your turn to be silent. | 
can tell you're scared, too. 


707-09: Marsh, you've seen it. The cave at the 
bottom of the world - 


707-01: Bones, stacked to the roof - 
707-09: The hands - 
707-01: - digging deeper. 


707-01: All this time we thought we were 
looking for them, but they were all around the 
noise all this while. 


707-09: Upstairs doesn't know about this 
either, you know. 


707-01: They can't touch us down here. 
Closure is something we'll have to get at 
ourselves. Here, give me a hand. 


[DATA CORRUPT\] 

Communication log #2012/10/06-009 
[AUDIO BEGINS] 
707-01: Why, this chamber, it's full up - 


707-09: There's something different about the 
body here. Lemme move the camera in there 


real quick. 
707-09: Are you seeing this? 
707-09: Oh lord. 


707-09: That's your face. Marsh, it's got your 
face. 


707-09: Marsh? 
707-09: Marsh! 


707-01: Down here, down here, it's not what it 
should be. You get up, tell the others. 
Something's wrong. 


[AUDIO ENDS] 


At this point, Chandrasekar separates from Marsh, and 
opts to head back up the passage. Marsh's radio 
continues transmitting as he proceeds lower into 
SCP-3100. 


[AUDIO BEGINS] 


707-01: This space is different alone. Quieter. 
Here, I'll turn off my light. 


707-01: To those of you listening up there, 
hold fast. Things might get a little rough as | go 
deeper. 


707-01: Grace, you seeing this? Oh Lord, are 
you seeing this? It's just holes and holes, but 
they're all full this time. What a beauty! 


707-01: This is why we haven't been feeling 
them. (static) So many. It's like finding a 
breeze in a whirlwind. 


707-01: The walls are getting smoother. It's 


like this place is more remembered, more well- 
worn. Tunnel's opening up to just my size, 
(static). 


707-01: I'm breaking up. I'll check back with 
you later, Grace. We're getting close. 


[AUDIO ENDS] 
[AUDIO BEGINS] 


707-01: You know, I've done some thinking. 
About the duty. About what we thought was 
right. 


707-01: | don't think | (static) wrong. We 
needed to remember, for their sakes. Not like 
anyone else would. And hell, it's a fitting end to 
a fitting career. 


707-01: You know what | did for a stint, before 
here? Out-processing. Faced men and women 
even older than | was, told them to either pick 
the needle or the bullet. Nine times out of ten, 
the look in their eyes was enough. You work 
here long enough and you start to find, you'd 
rather you take your legacy to the grave than 
live without it. We're damn proud of what we 
do here, Grace, even if you and | don't admit it. 
Hell, | never really gave it much thought until 
outpro. Until here. 


707-01: Here, it's different. Even if what we 
find down here doesn't make it to the surface. 
It stays somewhere they can't touch. And to 
me, | think I've found that that's a blessing. It 
really is. 


707-01: Plus, you get older, you tend to 
wonder what's that (static) lays beyond. 
Heaven or hell, maybe. Or Nirvana, or 


Corbenic, or the Nether Courts. Folks like us 
know different. There's only room for so many 
gods and devils, and | can count the ones I've 
fought on two hands. Folks like us, we know 
that mankind is all that treads between the 
chaos and the void. And we know we've got 
the latter waiting for us when (static) die. 
That's just how it is in the business of folks like 
us. 


707-01: But down here, the void isn't 
everything. Sure, you might die, but you make 
enough of a difference around here, you can 
find a way out. Find someone else to carry on 
for you. We are that someone else. We were, 
perhaps, until now. (static) Maybe they'll shut 
us down. Maybe we'll go. (static) The thing 
down there, it isn't waiting to take names. But 
at least we'll go knowing that we made a 
difference. 


707-01: They're sitting up. Open eyes - (static) 
707-01: (static) It's up ahead. I'm here. 
707-01: (static) 

[D&TA CORRUPT\] 


At this point, the temperature inside SCP-3100 is 
detected to briefly rise from 20°C to 39°C for a period of 
429 seconds. Simultaneously, on-site personnel begin 
experiencing a series of symptoms comprising of 
abnormal fear, cold sweat, and peripheral visual 
hallucinations of caves. No distress call is recorded from 
Task Force 707. Disregarding information security 
protocols, Director Nfude orders for Task Force 707 to 
be immediately evacuated from the subterranean 
residential outpost. Her orders cannot be transmitted 
owing to a site-wide failure in electronic communications. 
Fearing further anomalous activity, she orders for 


essential personnel to leave Area-707 via helicopter, 
while staying behind on-site with a team of security 
personnel to ensure the safety of the task force. 


At 0637 hours, security personnel gain access to the 
subterranean residential outpost, finding twelve of the 
thirteen task force members unconscious. 
Communication lines to the surface appeared to have 
been recently cut with a can opener. Senior Agents G. 
Chandrasekar, M. Radler and Ishikawa K. are found with 
opened autoinjector sachets of Class-A amnestic in their 
hands. Senior Operative G. Chandrasekar demonstrates 
symptoms of neurochemical shock, likely due to negative 
interactions between the Class-A amnestic and her 
existing psychopharmaceutical dosages. Security 
personnel report feeling unease while within the outpost, 
and are advised to swiftly evacuate the remaining 
personnel to the surface. Senior Operative J. Marsh is 
left unaccounted for. Further access to the underground 
complex is barred as the entrance has been collapsed 
using directed explosives. 


By 0700 hours, all relevant personnel are evacuated to 
Site-747. Thermal imaging shows a large amount of heat 
dissipating in a column above Area-707. At certain 
frames of the footage, patterns of [REDACTED] are 
observed, suggestive of high-energy emissions in the 
aetheric spectrum. 


Cause of the containment breach is presently unknown. 
Further investigation is forbidden upon order of the O5 
Council. 
TS/L5-3100 EYES ONLY 

Key verified, unencrypting... 

Oxee56/901 0xe59381ab 

To: [INTRANET ADDRESS REDACTED] 


One 


From: [INTRANET ADDRESS REDACTED] 
Subject: Re: Re: Project failure 


The footage doesn't lie. We saw where it went. 
My department's spliced the frames from what 
we could scrape; needless to say, | think your 

hypothesis warrants further investigation. 


What we're seeing here are, in layman's terms, 
field lines of a sort. After a transform or two, 
we've managed to pinpoint both an origin and 
a direction. It wasn't easy, given the limited 
data set. But by diverting uptime from ZELOS 
and BIA, we've managed to confirm the same 
on smaller-scale manifestations via the neural 
network readings. It's flowing somewhere, all 
of it, all of the time. We just couldn't pinpoint 
what it was until now. 


Something bigger than this is happening. 
Something deep inside the Earth has 
awakened. I've given the coordinates to 1's 
team: N 21° 33' 28.5", E 89°31'41.0". They'll 
know what to do with it. In the meantime, 
what's left of the project is yours to keep. May 
the rest of the Council be merciful, for | have 
done all that | can. 


Good luck, my friend. 

05-6 

Department of Archival/ANALYTICS 
VIGILO PRINCEPS, VIGILO MORI 


attachment found. Opening... 


Hey, it's Marsh. Don't know if you're still 


listening, but I'm still kicking. 
It took a while to get used to. 


It's dark down here. Torch ran out ages ago. 
But you don't need eyes to see, this far down. 


Either way, I've found it. Where all the smooth 
walls come to an end. 


This space is familiar. 


Old, like I've been here a thousand times 
before. 


Oh, in a dream or two. 
Those'ns. 

You know. 

It's not a grave, it's a throne. 
All this time, down here, yes - 


And there's another grave, beyond the sea, 
watching, waiting, eating. 


The first emotion felt was terror. 
... beyond that, the first /ucid thought - 


We weren't wrong to come here, to the throne 
of our grandmother. 


But something's on the move now. 


Something ancient and vast and ready to 
settle a score. 


Don't worry. | wouldn't, if | were you. 


It's coming home. 


SCP-389: Message in a Bottle 


Item #: SCP-389 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures SCP-389 requires no 
exceptional containment. When not in use, it is stored on a shelf in 
the office of Dr. at Site due to the site's proximity to the sea. 


Description: SCP-389 is a green glass bottle, approximately 45 cm 
in length. There are no markings or other distinguishing features on 
it. 


SCP-389 appears highly resistant to damage, having been dropped 
or knocked from its shelf multiple times with no fractures, chips, or 
other damage. Analysis of the material it is made of show it to be 
identical to normal glass.