AP-3 Ross: Alright. Let’s keep going, then. 
Command, it looks like we’re in a maintenance 
hallway, or something similar. We’ve got pipes 
running up and down the walls, gauges and such. 
It’s pretty warm here. 


AP-3 Ohalo: There, on the wall. “What Happened 
to Site-13?” 


AP-3 Ross: It’s a recurring phrase that keeps 
showing up written on the walls here. Command, 
do we know that’s not a meme? 


SiteCommand: It isn’t. None of the studies we ran 
uncovered any anomalous effects related to that 
phrase. We're still not sure why we keep finding it, 
though. 


AP-3 Ross: Noted. Down this hall. 


Team continues in silence for four minutes. During 
this time, AP-3 Noah’s camera disconnects 
suddenly. This information was not promptly 
relayed to the task force. 


AP-3 Houston: There’s something up ahead, see? 
There at the corner. 


AP-3 Vigo: Is that a person? 
AP-3 Ross: Approach with caution, safeties off. 


Team approaches target in silence. Upon reaching 
target, video feed shows a severely disfigured, 
rotted human corpse, age unknown, partially 
conjoined to the wall behind it. Several other 
spatial distortions are evident nearby, such as the 
ceiling and wall appearing to pull back into each 
other, but this is unnoticed by AP-3. 


AP-3 Ross: Ah, shit. Good to finally see a familiar 
face. Guys, it’s just Zachary. 


AP-3 Ohalo: Thank god. Zachary, how’d you get 
down here? 


Silence 


AP-3 Houston: Us too, man. This place is fucked 
up. Look at my fucking legs, man. Look at this shit. 


SiteCommand: Team Lead, please be advised 
that you are under the effects of a powerful 
cognitohazard. We are attempting to upload a filter 
to your SCRAMBLE visors, one moment. 


AP-3 Vigo: Nah, Command, it’s alright. It’s just 
Zachary. We go way back, don’t we buddy? 


AP-3 Vigo playfully punches the corpse, dislodging 
its jaw. The corpse does not respond. 


AP-3 Ross: Zachary, we’re looking for some other 
people trapped in here. Do you know how to get to 
the lower levels? 


Silence 

AP-3 Ohalo: Shit. 

AP-3 Ross: Ok, ok, so wait. What’s below that? 
Silence 

AP-3 Ross: Uh huh. 

Silence 

AP-3 Houston: Shit, he’s right. Where’s Noah? 
The team turns, and AP-3 Noah is not seen. 


AP-3 Ross: Ah, shit. Zachary, stay here. Noah, do 
you read me? (Pauses) Noah, it’s Ross. Do you 
hear me at all? (Pause) Command, where the fuck 
is Noah? 


SiteCommand: That’s uncertain, Team Lead. Be 
advised, the upload is complete. Please restart 
your visors for the filter to take effect. 


Team restarts their visors. 


AP-3 Ross: There we go. What was it that— oh, 
gross. Command, there’s a body in the wall down 
here. Looks like it’s been fused into it or 
something. Our visors are ticking like crazy, too. 


SiteCommand: Acknowledged, Team Lead. 
Proceed. 


AP-3 Houston: Wait, look, back there. You see 
shimmering? 


AP-3 Vigo: Is that gas? It looks like a gas leak. 


AP-3 Ohalo: Oh fuck, no, look at the floor. Look 
behind it, fuck. Fuck! 


AP-3 Houston: Shit, Noah, shit— 


Approaching MTF AP-3 is a shimmering, 
transparent, humanoid construct, apparently the 
source of the spatial anomalies in this area. As its 
feet touch the ground, the floor begins to warp 
within space around them, stabilizing after the 
entity passes by. MTF AP-Noah is visible hanging 
behind the entity, though the nature of the agent is 
uncertain, as the spatial anomaly he is caught in 
appears to be extremely severe and very few of his 
features can be made out. Noah is seen attempting 
to move slightly, but continues to be twisted by the 
anomaly as it moves. 


AP-3 Ross: Fucking shoot it, goddamn it. Open 
fucking fire, shit! 


MTF AP-3 fires on the entity. As the bullets 
approach, their trajectory changes and they twist 
and spin around the entity before falling harmless 
on the floor or lodging in the ceiling. 


AP-3 Ohalo: This isn’t working chief, we— 


AP-3 Vigo: My fucking arm! Shit! 


AP-3 Vigo is seen turning and attempting to pull 
away from an unseen force. From AP-3 Ohalo’s 
camera a long, shimmering, transparent 
appendage is seen stretching towards AP-3 Vigo, 
abstracting the wall closest to it as it moves. It 
wraps around AP-3 Vigo’s left arm, which begins to 
visibly distort. Vigo screams. 


AP-3 Ross: Houston! The anchor! 
AP-3 Houston: Oh, yeah! 


AP-3 Houston produced a miniature, portable 
Scranton Reality Anchor, which he powers on and 
lobs towards the entity. There is a flash of red light, 
and for a split second the entity becomes visible as 
an extremely disfigured, grotesquely elongated 
humanoid, which exists for only a second before 
the spatial distortions surrounding it are anchored 
and violently reset, creating a massive pressure 
wave in the confined space. The team is 
momentarily incapacitated. 


AP-3 Vigo: Oh, my arm... 


AP-3 Vigo's left arm is bright red, but otherwise 
unscathed. AP-3 Ohalo assesses it. 


AP-3 Ohalo: The color will go away, that's just the 
anchor cooling down. You good? 


AP-3 Vigo: Yeah, I'm alright. Thanks. 

AP-3 Ross: Jesus... Noah? Noah, are you there? 
Silence 

AP-3 Ross: Can any of you see Noah? 


AP-3 Vigo: Ross, here, look. In the wall. 


As dust clears, AP-3 Noah becomes visible, 
partially fused with the wall, ceiling, and floor 
across ten meters of hallway. The agent is 
unmoving. 


AP-3 Houston: (Retches) 
AP-3 Ohalo: (/ndistinct muttering) 


AP-3 Ross: God... Command, do you read me? 
Hello? 


SiteCommand: We read you, Team Lead. 


AP-3 Ross: We've lost Noah, he's... in the wall. 
Do you want us to proceed? 


SiteCommand: One moment. 
Silence 


SiteCommand: Team Lead, do you feel as if 
returning to the surface will be more dangerous 
than continuing your mission. 


AP-3 Ross: |— | have no way of knowing that. We 
have no way of knowing what's in here. Everything 
in here is so fucked it's incredible. | don't even 
know if we can get back, if we wanted to. None of 
the other teams have, have they? 


SiteCommand: That is correct. 


AP-3 Ross: (Pause) Honestly, whatever happens 
down here can't be any worse than whatever we'd 
see on our way back. It probably doesn't make a 
difference. (Pause) Whatever. Let's keep going. 


SiteCommand: Affirmative. Team Lead, we are 
preparing another team to evac you, in the event 
that you reach your target. Insertion time is in four 
hours. 


AP-3 Ross: You're sending another task force in 
here? What idiots volunteered for that gig? 


SiteCommand: Samsara. 
AP-3 Ross: Oh. (Pause) Alright, cool. | copy. 


Team continues on for a short time, unimpeded. 
They pass through several other areas, including a 
ransacked infirmary, a cafeteria soace melted into 
slag, and a wing of containment units identified as 
"Olympia Class" that are no less than 100m in 
height. Eventually, the team enters a room off of 
the main hallway that appears to be a 
telecommunications center. A single television is 
illuminated on a wall across from them. 


AP-3 Houston: This is weird. 


AP-3 Ross: Stay cool, guys. Search this room, see 
if there's anything we can collect that they could 
use topside. 


AP-3 Vigo: These terminals have power, I'll collect 
a backup. 


There is a sound on the other end of the room, like 
static. Ohalo and Houston move towards the 
illuminated television. 


AP-3 Ohalo: Is something broadcasting through 
this? 


The screen flickers, and an image appears. The 
interior of a standard containment cell is shown, 
though it is devoid of any comforts or belongings. A 
single red light behind the camera is on, poorly 
illuminating the space. A long figure is huddled in 
the corner. 


AP-3 Houston: Hang on, is that...? 


AP-3 Ohalo: Holy shit, it is. 
AP-3 Ross: What is it? 
AP-3 Houston: It's Bobble the fucking clown. 


At the mention of the name, the figure in the corner 
looks towards the camera. 


Unidentified Figure: What? What do you want? 
Who is it? 


AP-3 Ross: Jesus— my name is Carter Ross, I'm 
an agent with the- actually, hang on. Who are you? 


The figure shifts sideways, and more of its body 
becomes visible through the darkness. The red 
light illuminates its eyes, though little else of the 
figure can be made out. 


Unidentified Figure: MVmmmmmmm... you're 
different. You smell different. You know | can smell 
you, even from here? You don't know that, though. 
They did, but you're not /ike them. They went to 
great lengths to figure that out. They knew, they 
know, they will know, mmmmmmmm. 


AP-3 Ross: You're Bobble the Clown, yeah? 


The figure slides slowly across the wall of the cell, 
just out of range of the red light. Its movements are 
noticeably erratic. It comes closer to the camera. 


Unidentified Figure: They had a number for me 
once, when | was Bobble. But your friends didn't 
like the number. Said we identified with the 
numbers. Mmmmmmmm... | am not Bobble, but | 
am a thing that used to be Bobble. (Pauses) You're 
not where you're supposed to be, gun buddy. You 
don't match the airin here. You're out of place, just 
like | am. Just like we are. 


AP-3 Ross: Uh huh. What happened here? 


Unidentified Figure: Daddy Emerson played a 
tricky little game with the strings of the universe. 
He walked on them like a tight rope, and was 
surprised when he fell. Tricky little Emerson. Didn't 
just want boxes, no no no. He wanted boxes full of 
ideas. Ideas like pain, horror, death. He worked 
very hard to stack those boxes on his string and 
broke the whole thing, and we all came tumbling 
down with him (laughs, and trails off) 


AP-3 Ross: How many other entities are in here? 
What else do you know? 


Unidentified Figure: How many, hee hee hee, 
how many entities were swallowed by Site-13? 
(Laughs) You silly silly out of place boy. Silly little 
boy. Everything made its way into Site-13. If the 
Foundation could find it and the Coalition could 
catch it, it was fed into the meat grinder down here. 
Everything. They mulched us all, if there was 
nothing to gain. Some got lucky. Bobble got lucky. 
Stuffed in a funny box and played with. Toyed with. 
Experimented with. To see what sounds we made 
when we wanted to die. Others were not so lucky. 
(Pauses) They burned the Library, you know. Held 
it upside down like a can of soup and let the 
contents run out into the furnace, and burned the 
whole place up. They did other things, too. Worse 
things. Daddy Emerson liked it. He watched it all, 
everytime. Got his jollies off watching it. (Spits) 


AP-3 Ross: What worse things? 


The unidentified figure approaches the camera and 
comes fully into view, illuminated by the red light. A 
significant portion of its body is distorted by video 
static that moves as it moves. This static appears 
to be cutting into the tissue of the figure's body, 
creating large lacerations that o0ze a dark yellow 


fluid. As it moves, the figure appears to be 
sloughing off large portions of its mass, which are 
replaced with static. Half of its face sloughs off as it 
nears the camera, and one eye becomes shrouded 
in static. 


Unidentified Figure: Every worse thing. 


AP-3 Vigo: Chief, we're picking something up on 
the radio. | think it's the survivor's signal, we must 
be getting close. 


AP-3 Ross: (Pauses) Alright. Let's keep moving. 


Unidentified Figure: Have fun, boys. Don't let the 
dead bugs bite. (Laughs) If you see Daddy 
Emerson down there... (pauses) rape him to death 
for me. 


AP-3 team passes out of the telecommunications 
room and into the main hallway. Following the 
strength of the signal discovered by AP-3 Vigo, 
they near an area that appears to be a cryogenic 
containment unit, similar to those utilized in the 
defunct Cryogenics Y-Wing of Site-19. As they 
pass through this area, Command loses the signal 
of each member of the team, with only intermittent 
static being broadcast. This continues for thirty 
minutes before a signal is received again. 


AP-3 Houston: Command? Command? Are you 
there? Do you read me? 


SiteCommand: Houston? We read you, are you 
alright? Is everyone alright? 


AP-3 Houston: Oh shit, thank God. We've been 
trying to reach you forever. Yeah, we found the 
survivors. They're holed up down here in... | don't 
know what you'd call this place, but it's not 
conducive to habitation. We're looking at twenty, 


maybe thirty people? We found some other agents 
of ours, too. A few Mole Rats, and a guy from the 
Travelers. They all ended up down here. 


SiteCommand: Are you prepared to evac? 


AP-3 Houston: Uh, yeah, so... that's not going to 
happen the way | think we wanted to, not currently. 
It's a whole lot worse here than we had anticipated, 
Command. | don't know how they ever locked 
some of this stuff up, but suffice to say that every 
single containment cell is broken open, and this 
shit is real. Like, really real. We keep hearing 
things down the hallways nearby, | think whatever 
is out there is looking for us. | think they're angry. If 
they find us, we don't have the bullets to keep 
them down, let alone get these people out. 


SiteCommand: Where is Ross? 


AP-3 Houston: He's been trying to get some 
defenses ready with the others, in case they come 
tonight. It's not looking good, you know? | don't 
know if you guys have a backup plan, but we'll take 
any ideas. 


SiteCommand: How long have you been down 
there? 


AP-3 Houston: Uh... (pauses) maybe three days? 


SiteCommand: Affirmative. Apollo-3 Team, be 
advised that we are activating and inserting Tau-5 
for rescue and recovery. 


AP-3 Houston: Fuck yes. Tell them to hurry. 


+ Access fileserv:/S:/1730/recovery/reclog1 .log 


Extraction and Recovery Video Log Transcript 
Date: / / 

Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Tau-5 
“Samsara” 

Subject: SCP-1730 

Team Lead: T-5 Irantu 

Team Members: T-5 Munru, T-5 Onru, T-5 Nanku 


Notes: The following is an audio/video transcript of 
an extraction and recovery mission carried out by 
the members of Mobile Task Force Tau-5 
“Samsara”, after contact by MTF AP-3 “Game 
Wardens” with human survivors within SCP-1730. 
The AP-3 team had requested assistance in 
extracting the survivors due to the large number of 
hostile entities within the site. 


Each member of MTF Tau-5 was outtitted with a 
number of cybernetic enhancements per the 
specifications of their design, including arm- 
mounted incendiary cannons, shock-absorbing leg 
extensions, heat-resistant plating, built-in 
SCRAMBLE adaptations within the eyes, and 
others. 


Tau-5’s insertion point was a drainage gate near 
the secondary entrance that the AP-3 team had 
inserted through. 


[BEGIN LOG] 


T-5 lrantu: We're plugged in. SiteCommand, do 
you read me? 


SiteCommand: We do. 60 seconds to insertion. 


T-5 Nanku: So. How dangerous should this 
mission be considered? 


T-5 Munru: Not a single person they’ve sent in has 


come out yet. Considerably. 


T-5 Nanku: Acknowledged. This should be 
engaging. 


T-5 Irantu: Team, check your optics; the last thing 
we need is somebody succumbing to a memetic 
hazard. 


T-5 Nanku: Understood. (Pause) I’m good. 
T-5 Munru: Also good. 
T-5 Onru: I’m good. 


T-5 Irantu: Good. Remember, all we’re looking to 
do here is extract the survivors. We're not 
attempting to contain anything, so if you see 
something nasty, put it down. 


T-5 Nanku: As always. 
T-5 Munru: | don’t need to be convinced. 


SiteCommand: Team, you are 30 seconds to 
insertion. 


SiteCommand: 10 seconds to insertion. 


SiteCommand: Tau-5, you are cleared to begin 
extraction and recovery. 


T-5 lrantu: Let’s go. 


T-5 team enters SCP-1730 through a drainage 
gate under the secondary office structure. Each 
team member activates their shoulder-mounted 
lamp, illuminating the tunnel. After a short time, the 
team reaches another gate. Several large drainage 
pipes are visible behind the gate. 


T-5 Munru: Look. Up against the gate. Bodies.