© Entombment of Exam Room 3 began shortly thereafter. 


Agent Went's Log 


became distracted and unresponsive, noting that the trail just goes 
"up and up and up". Contact lost. 


June , 18 


Arrived in after an uneventful trip. We're lodged at 
the local inn. It seems Mr. —_' unwelcome guest has 
become the talk of the town; it was the first thing the 
receptionist spoke of after we checked in. According to 
the receptionist, Mr. spent the evening of June here, 
claiming his “guest” followed him. The receptionist 
described him as seeming disheveled, desperate, and 
drunk. She insisted she'd known his whole life, that 
his lifelong sobriety was something he took pride in. She 
also noted that, despite his impaired coordination and 
slurred speech, he seemed deeply offended when she 
suggested he'd been seeking refuge in a bottle. 


June , 18 


Conversed with Mr. for several hours in his home. He 
had a great deal of difficulty focusing during our 
conversation, and by my estimate, reintroduced himself 
at least twice in ten minutes as if he'd never seen us 
before. Both times, he did so with his hand on the stock 
of a double-barreled shotgun resting beside the arm 
chair he occupied. A consensus was reached on the 
subject of Mr. _' possession of firearms in short order. 


According to __, this phantom which has been hounding 
him possesses physical form and appears as a 
silhouette. Neither myself nor my partner, Agent 
Hachigan, have observed this. We were, however, privy 
to some interesting phenomena over the course of the 
conversation. By interesting, | mean my revolver 
liberated itself from its holster, rotating slowly in mid-air 
and discharging seemingly at random before the weapon 
dropped to the floor. Mr. was considerably startled by 
the event, as were my partner and I, though he quickly 
regained composure and laughed, claiming “the ghost 
scared itself senseless.” seemed unconcerned about 
the damage done to his property. 


Mr. has agreed to a meeting outside the residence 


tomorrow. We're keeping his guns. 
June , 18 


Spoke with at a local bar. Upon seeing Agent 
Hachigan and I, Mr. immediately informed us he had 
been followed once more by his unwelcome guest, 
facetiously referring to it as “Umbra.” Agent Hachigan 
and myself remain unable to see the entity. 


Our second meeting proved much less eventful than the 
first. No errant gunshots to report, though a newspaper 
left unattended at a nearby table unfolded itself in 
singularly bizarre fashion after Mr. asked if either 
myself or Hachigan saw anything of import in today's 
news. claims to be unable to read anymore, 
something he attributes to Umbra's presence. 


Hachigan and | are of the opinion that Umbra doesn't 
exist. We believe is responsible for these 
phenomena. Why he felt it necessary to attribute them to 
this invented Umbra, | don't know. It is possible that he's 
genuinely unaware of his role in the situation, and this 
Umbra was invented to fill in the blanks, as it were. 


In any case, Mr. has agreed to accompany Agent 
Hachigan and myself to Installation . He's under the 
impression we're taking him to a medical facility to treat 
his decline in mental health. Hachigan insists we avoid 
forms of transit which could allow for any additional 
witnesses en route to Installation . 


and | will depart tonight. After Agent Hachigan 
ensures Mr. ‘home is free of any objects of interest, 
he'll meet up with us after razing the residence. A cover 
story has been submitted via the usual channels. 


| can't wait until this assignment is over. It would be nice 
to get a good night's sleep again. 


Agent Hachigan's 


[DATA EXPUNGED] 


Transcript of Mr. =‘ Interview 


Interviewed: Agent Hachigan, Agent Went, Mr. 
Interviewer: Dr. Jared 


Foreword: This interview was ordered by Dr. Jared in 
order to: verify the observations of Agents Hachigan and 
Went, test the hypothesis that Mr. was 
subconsciously responsible for phenomena observed by 
Hachigan and Went, determine the appropriate 
accommodations and treatment for Mr. __, and debrief 
Agents Hachigan and Went. 


<Begin Log> 


Dr. Jared: Hello, Mr. |. My name is Dr. Jared, but just 
Doctor will suffice. | understand you've not been yourself 
lately. Can you describe your symptoms? 


: No... No | can't, Doctor. | could if | were sick - if | 
were ailing... I'm not. It's this... presence - it won't leave. 
Ever since it showed up — 


Dr. Jared: | apologize, but I'd like to stop you right there, 
Mr. . Whendid you first begin sensing this presence? 


: | can't even tell you what day of the week it is. 
Dr. Jared: (sighs) Continue where you left off, then. 


: | what? Oh, right. Ever since it showed up, | can't 
focus — can't read. Can - but can't process it, you know? 
When | am able to steady my nerves enough to sleep, | 
awake the next morning feeling no different than the 


night before — just as tired. | don't think Umbra - 
Dr. Jared: Umbra? 


: Name | gave her — gave it. | don't think she, err... It. 
Means any harm. It seems curious, inquisitive, even. 
Doesn't understand English, can't read. (chuckles) We 
have that in common, at least. 


Dr. Jared: Can you venture a guess as t — 


: (laughing hysterically) The other day... she grabbed 
Ms. Went's sixshooter... looked it over, no clue what it 
was... scared herself half to death when it went off! 


Dr. Jared: Hmm... Can you recall when these 
phenomena began occurring? When you noticed this... 
Umbra? Whichever came first will suffice. 


: | think... it was when | visited the lake. There was 
this... odd ripple pattern, odd disturbance — in the water, 
like something moving, displacing. Nothing there. 


Dr. Jared: Do you think it attributable to aquatic fauna? 
Intermingling currents or the breeze, perchance? 


: The water was crystal clear, no wind to speak of... | 
think... 


Dr. Jared: Yes? 


: Everything... in and around the lake was dead — or 
dying. Not the trees or plants, but... There were dozens 
of fish — frogs, washed up on the shore, birds, and a 
dozen or so small mammals on the brink. | think that's 
why | went to the lake. Stench of death — curiosity... 


Dr. Jared: Surely, you must have told someone? 
: No. 


Dr. Jared: No? 


: | thought... some sickness, a blight. Returned home 
— shotgun, ax, matches, gloves, shells. Put everything 
out of its misery — ran out of shells... Ax. Felled firewood, 
made a pyre. Burned everything, gloves too. Rinsed ax 
in the la — 


(enters a catatonic state, his breathing the only 
movement evident.) 


Dr. Jared: Mr. ? 
[SUPERFLUOUS DIALOG EXPUNGED] 
(surveys the room, apparently stupefied.) 
: Hello? Who are you? 
Dr. Jared: My name is Dr. Jared. You were jus — 


: - ke. Pyre coll... collapsed. Smoke... (raising both 
arms above his head and waving) Understand? 


Dr. Jared: The pyre collapsed and a cloud of smoke 
billowed upward? 


: (nodding vigorously) Yes! Umbra in smoke. Like 
heat shimmer. Faint. Hard to see — but see. 


Dr. Jared: Interesting. 

: Darker since... (gesturing to Hachigan and Went) 
Dr. Jared: Darker? 

: Yes. Clearer, more def... defined. 


Dr. Jared: Hand me Went's reports and Hachigan's 
, Bianchi. 


Hachigan: | think Went burned my , Sir. 


Dr. Jared: That's quite the accusation, Agent. 


Hachigan: | don't make it lightly, sir. 


Dr. Jared: | know you can recreate them. Do so, please, 
after you confiscate Ms. Went's firearms. 


Went: | did no such thing! It's not my fau — 


Dr. Jared: Went, we will resolve this issue later. For the 
time being, | request that you cooperate... and be aware 
that if | so much as catch you glancing sideways at the 

door again, I'll shoot you on the spot. Is this understood? 


Went: Yes, sir. 


Dr. Jared: (pauses briefly) | find your field reports 
wanting, Ms. Went, in volume and number. (sighs) 


[SUPERFLUOUS DIALOG EXPUNGED] 


Dr. Jared: (hesitant) If anyone else can see the entity, 
please indicate where, for the record. 


Dr. Bianchi: Seated in the chair beside Mr. __ . It 
appears to be staring at the fireplace. 


: | told you! | told you Umbra got darker! 
Hachigan: | agree with Dr. Bianchi, sir. 
Dr. Jared: Mr. Pierfax? 


Pierfax: Oh, sorry. | see the entity as well, seated 
adjacent Mr. __. It seems to be drawn to the fire. 


Dr. Jared: Went? 
Went: | see it, too. 


Dr. Jared: For posterity's sake, how /ong have you seen 
it? 


Went: Just now — 


Hachigan: Since around the end of our first meeting with 
Mr. —. | confirmed it with Went at the time. | insisted we 
keep Mr. isolated, take measures to isolate 
ourselves, just in case. When we left, it stayed with 

We bribed the receptionist at the inn we were staying at 
to leave us the entire building for a week. Our first 
meeting outside the residence took place at the inn. After 
we escorted Mr. home, Went put her sixshooter to 
my head and took my , made me swear to keep my 
mouth shut. Pretend like | never saw nothin’. 


Dr. Jared: Why didn't you — 
Hachigan: Her word against mine, sir? 


Dr. Jared: (oauses) Understood, Hachigan. Pass this 
under the door, but don't open it, if you please... God 
forgive me. 


(Dr. Jared proceeded to shoot Dr. Bianchi, Agent Went, 
and Agent Hachigan each once in the head.) 


: (Jumping from his seat) Dear G... God, man! Ha... 
have y... y... you lost your m... mind? 


Dr. Jared: | fear it was my turn to afford mercies, Mr. 
. Please, return to your seat. 


> Y... youk... kil... killed — 


Dr. Jared: Sit down or I'll blast your fucking kneecaps. 
Now... does the entity appear any different than before? 


: (long pause) Li... lighter. 
Dr. Jared: More specifically? 


: F... fain... fain-ter th... than... amo... moment a... 
go. 


Dr. Jared: Can you corroborate that, Mr. Pierfax? 


Pierfax: Yes, sir. 


Dr. Jared: Let the record show | concur with Mr. Pierfax 
and Mr. 


[SUPERFLUOUS DIALOG EXPUNGED] 
<End Log> 


Closing Statement: It won't let me do it. | killed Agent 
Went, Agent Hachigan, Dr. Bianchi, Mr. Pierfax and Mr. 
, but it knows what I'm trying to do. It won't let me. 


It's too dangerous. Clever. Too fucking clever. Shouldn't 
be studied. Risk too great, too easily spread? Buried. 
Bury it. Concrete, steel, lead. If it's contained. Leave it 
lie. Not sure if it can die. 


Dr. Jared's Note 


The door to Exam Room 3 is to remain closed at all 
times. Under no circumstances should it be opened. All 
personnel are to remain at least twenty (20) meters away 
from Exam Room 8 at all times, except to retrieve any 
notes or documentation that follows. All documents 
should be taken directly to the first available Clearance 
Level 4 staff member, including this note. Any personnel 
attempting to enter Exam Room 8 are to be detained. 
Any personnel attempting to exit Exam Room 3 are to be 
shot dead. This shoot-to-kill directive shall not be 
rescinded for any reason. 


Dr. Jared 


Testimony of Thomas 


Interviewed: Thomas 


Interviewer: Dr. Andrew 


Foreword: Thomas — is amember of Installation 
security staff. He was on duty as the events of June 11th 
unfolded and subsequently tasked with overseeing the 
entombment of Exam Room 3. This interview is to allow 
formal documentation of activity observed by Mr. 
Thomas. 


<Begin Log> 


Dr. Andrew: | know these past few days have been 
exhausting for you, so I'll try to keep this brief. What was 
your involvement in the events of June 11th? 


Thomas: Day started normal enough, until some Level 4 
pulls me off patrol duty, tells me to camp the hall outside 
Exam Room 3 with a shotgun. Tells me to blast anyone 
that so much as pokes their head out of the door before 
he takes off down the hallway. No clue where he ran off 
to. 


Dr. Andrew: Then what happened? 


Thomas: Heard gunshots and some shouting. Quiet for 
a while, then more gunshots. | kept note of the times. 
Few minutes after that, Dr. Jared opened the door, tried 
to exit the room. The door slammed shut on his arm; | 
think | heard a crack. He had a manila envelope in his 
hand, threw it into the hallway. 


Dr. Andrew: Continue. 


Thomas: He looked me straight in the eyes, something 
beyond mortal terror on his face. Begged me [DATA 
EXPUNGED] and | hesitated... | don't think I'll ever 
forgive myself for that. Looked like he was doing his 
damnedest to force that door open. Something must 
have been holding it closed from the inside. | reckon 
something was trying to drag him back in. 


Dr. Andrew: Why is that? 


Thomas: After about a minute, it was only his fingers 
wrapped around the edge of the door, blood dripping 
from his hand onto the floor. Sounded like something 
rammed the door trying to force it shut, Dr. Jared 
screamed in pain, and his fingers were severed between 
the door and its frame. Whatever it was, though, it didn't 
want him dead. He was still alive three days later, when 
we sealed the room up air-tight. Could hear him in there 
praying, pleading, rambling incoherently... occasionally 
screaming. 


Dr. Andrew: If you'd like to pau - 


Thomas: No, Doc, I'm fine. The thing that bothered me 
the most was that the screaming, that was always 
followed by the smell of burning flesh. 


Dr. Andrew: Flesh? 


Thomas: Human flesh. That smell, once you know it, 
you can't mistake it for anything else. | was a dumb kid 
with my first six shooter, picked up a spent casing right 
after reloading. Didn't make that mistake twice. 


Dr. Andrew: That will be all, 


<End Log> 


SCP-779: Brownies 


Item #: SCP-779 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-779 is currently contained 
at Site, in . SCP-779 specimens are to be contained in a 6 m x 
6 m chamber with no furniture. All personnel entering SCP-779's 
containment chamber are to wear hazmat suits. Hazmat suits are to 
be checked for ruptures before and after entering the containment 
chamber. 


In the event of a suit breach, compromised personnel are to be 
removed from the area and detained for twenty-four (24) hours. 
SCP-779 is to be provided with one (1) liter of milk each day. 


Description: SCP-779 is a species of insect similar in appearance 
to the common bee or a wasp. Specimens of SCP-779 are typically 
colored red and black, although variations in this have been noted 
among their populace. SCP-779 usually breed and live in human 
residences, but sightings of SCP-779 have been reported at rivers 
and lakes, suggesting the possible existence of a subspecies. 


SCP-779 operates with a typical social system; a queen is always 
present in the center of the nest and reproduces constantly, while 
workers retrieve food for the rest of the hive by stealing from the 
residence. SCP-779 queens are recognizable by the distinctive 
yellow spot present on their backs. 


SCP-779 nests are usually formed from whatever materials are 
available in a section of the human residence with little traffic, such 
as an attic or basement. SCP-779 have been observed to operate at 
all times of the day. When a nest has been formed, specimens of 
SCP-779 will attempt to sting residents, injecting them with their 
hallucinogenic venom. After this initial injection, SCP-779 will sting 
their victims at least once per day to keep the venom in their system. 


Activity Documentation File 11-A 


Group Name(s): Oneiroi, Oneiroi Collective, Oneiroi Gardens 


Group Classification: Non-human, Business(?), Unification, Extra- 
Dimensional Operation 


Known Objects: SCP-1498, SCP-2805, SCP-2028, SCP-2272, 
SCP-2245, SCP-