While SCP-3995 does not have a nervous system or any assisting 
apparatus, it has displayed an ability to hear sound and utilize 
touch', but cannot smell or taste. SCP-3995 may have some sort of 
sight, as it reacts violently should it be in the presence of any light, 
attempting to knock over physical objects to block the light. Should 
no objects be in the room SCP-3995 is in, it will try to go to the most 
dimly-lit corner and hide until the source of the light is terminated. 
When asked about this behavior, it claimed light causes it stress and 
pain. 


SCP-3995 also has displayed an ability to speak fluent English and 
Mandarin Chinese, despite not having a larynx or mouth. As of yet, 
the voice produced by SCP-3995 is unidentifiable as either male or 
female; however, tissue samples taken from SCP-3995 have 
confirmed a genetic match to Bai Zhao, who was reported to have 
disappeared on 12/13/ after being released from the Lu Zhiwei 
Rehabilitation Center in , China after receiving treatment for 
alcoholism. 


Addendum 01: 
Show Interview Log 


Foreword: Interview conducted by Dr. 
Hannibal Romero, a psychology specialist. 


<Begin Log> 


Dr. Romero: This is Dr. Hannibal Romero, 
beginning interview with SCP-3995— 


SCP-3995: Do not give it a title. 
Dr. Romero: I'm... I'm sorry? 


SCP-3995: Do not give it a title. It does not 
need a title. 


Dr. Romero: What do you mean by "it"? 


SCP-3995: It has no need for identity. An 
identity gives it form. It is clean. 


Dr. Romero: Are you referring to yourself? Are 
you it? 


SCP-3995 is silent. 


Dr. Romero: Okay... I'll just assume that's a 
yes, then. Can you tell me about yourself? 
Were you ever a part of a person before? 


SCP-3995: It was not part of a person, it is. 
Dr. Romero: It is what? 
SCP-3995 is silent. 


Dr. Romero: Fine, be difficult. Can you explain 
anything more about yourself? Do you know 
what caused your anomalous properties to 
manifest? 


SCP-3995: It wanted to be clean. It is not 
clean yet, but it will be clean of addiction in 
time. 


Dr. Romero: Addiction? 


SCP-3995: It was addicted to... It was 
addicted to attachment. 


Dr. Romero: Attachment? Could you explain 
more? 


SCP-3995: When a person is addicted to 
attachment, they fear death. It feared death. It 
was addicted to attachment, as others are 
addicted to alcohol, cigarettes or heroin. It 
needed life to live... but it soon learned that 


Dr. Carmona: D-48983, please open the door 
in your field of view and document your 
findings. 


D-48983: Copy. 


D-48983 opens the hatch in the floor. After 
other exploration members illuminate the 
opening, a crawl space is revealed to be 
accessible through the hatch. 


Dr. Carmona: D-48983 and D-22343, please 
proceed into the space in front of you. 


D-22343: ...| dunno, man, | think- 


Dr. Carmona: Please proceed into the space 
in front of you. 


D-22343: Co...copy. 


D-22343 and D-48983 take the camcorder and 
their flashlights into the crawl space. All 
indications are that it is an ordinary crawl 
space until D-22343 pauses. 


Dr. Carmona: You've stopped. Have you 
found anything? 


D-22343: There's holes all over the place in 
here, almost sprained my damn ankle. 


Dr. Carmona: Please describe what you're 
seeing in detail. 


D-22343: There's...there's a bunch of little... 
rectangular holes in the dirt here. About... 
50 cm or so long? Maybe a little bigger. 
Narrow. 


Dr. Carmona: Is there anything in the holes? 


was not true. It does not need life to live. It 
needs to be clean. 


Dr. Romero: What do you mean "clean"? How 
does one become "clean"? 


SCP-3995: How does one become clean of 
any addiction? Less over time. It realized it 
could be clean by eating less, feeling less, 
having less form. It broke its addiction to 
nutrition first, one of the most useless ideas 
most humans believe is a requirement. 
Eventually, it learned to stop feeling pain, 
which aided in it removing its form. 


Dr. Romero: That's... That's disgusting... 


SCP-3995: But it is not clean yet. It is almost 
clean, but it is not clean yet. 


Dr. Romero: What? What would happen if you 
would become totally clean? 


SCP-3995: | would be free of addiction. Free 
of life, unable to die. | would be perfect. 


Dr. Romero: You would be... Wait, you just 
referred to yourself as "I". 


SCP-3995 is silent. 


Dr. Romero: SCP-3995, are you familiar with 
Bai Zhao? Bai went missing years ago after 
being released from a rehab center, and you 
just so happen to be a genetic match. 


SCP-3995 is silent. 
Dr. Romero: Are you Bai Zhao? 


SCP-3995: It should thank you. Containment 
and lack of social interaction was all it needed 


to become clean. 
<End Log> 


Closing Statements: The subject refused to 
answer any further questions. Interview was 
terminated soon after. 


Addendum 02: 
ENTER LEVEL 4 CREDENTIALS FOR ACCESS 


On 9/28/2017, Dr. Romero opened 
SCP-3995's containment unit to retrieve it for 
an interview. Upon opening, SCP-3995's lungs 
were no longer observed to be breathing, and 
began to rapidly decay. It is unknown if 
SCP-3995 has breached containment or 
simply ceased to exist. 


NOTE FROM THE DESK OF HANNIBAL 
ROMERO 


If you're wondering why | changed the 
containment procedures and locked the page, 
| can explain. 


It's not dead. | don't think it's dead. It might be 
dead, but | believe that it's not. If what it told 
me is true, then it could potentially be more 
dangerous than any of us ever expected, 
because it literally has cracked the code to 
existence. If something can literally will 
themselves into un-existence... then who's to 
say what can be willed into existence? The 
only way to contain something like this, is to 
believe that it exists at all, but if this even 
works, then God knows what else could be 
created like this. We have to test this theory 
whether we like it or not; we all need to believe 
that SCP-3995 still exists. If it makes it easier 


for people, we need to believe it's still alive, 
too. | don't care what it'll take to get people to 
believe this, but it needs to be believed in. 


| could just be seeing things where there's only 
empty space, but... considering we're dealing 
with non-existence, that's exactly what | should 
be seeing. 


Footnotes 
1. SCP-3995 has shown that it is able to distinguish differently- 
textured objects by placing them against its flesh. 


SCP-3996: The Tangential Frontier 


Item #: SCP-3996 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3996's intangibility makes 
any capture impossible. Instead, Research Base 1212 has been set 
up to surround SCP-3996's area of operation. 


No personnel are to be permitted entry into SCP-3996-1 unless 
given express permission for testing purposes. 


Update 01/03/2001: Further exploration of SCP-3996-1 has been 
approved by the O5 Council. MTF Upsilon-90 "Andalusian Dogs" is 
to conduct all explorations, due to its experience with 
extradimensional anomalies and exploration. 


Update 12/03/2001: Testing is indefinitely suspended. 


Description: SCP-3996 refers to a herd of intangible white horses, 
which appear every 12 hours at the same point in the Nevadan 
portion of the Great Basin Desert. The SCP-3996 instances manifest 
at a galloping speed (40-48 kph) before gradually slowing to a halt 
after 100m. The SCP-3996 instances will remain in the same area 
for approximately ten minutes, before turning and accelerating over 
the 100m it initially galloped down, before demanifesting. 


SCP-3996 instances can only be interacted physically if a human 
individual intends and attempts to climb onto an SCP-3996 
instance's back and assume an ordinary riding position; the anomaly 
is apparently able to distinguish the intentions of any human 
attempting to touch it. If said individual is still on the SCP-3996 
instance's back when it demanifests, then it will demanifest along 
with it. The SCP-3996 instance and the individual will then 
remanifest in another dimension, hereafter referred to as 
SCP-3996-1. Within SCP-3996-1, SCP-3996's cycle mirrors that 


found in the prime dimension. 


SCP-3996-1's landscape initially appears to be identical to the 
scrubland of the prime dimension; however, the further away from 
SCP-3996's entrance point, the more the landscape changes, and 
the more the dimension experiences extreme fluctuations in the 
Hume level. These fluctuations cause significant alterations to the 
nature of the dimension's reality. Various anomalous organisms and 
non-human creatures are reputed to inhabit SCP-3996-1, 
possessing biological features which would not function in the prime 
dimension. The Hume fluctuations often reach extreme levels and 
occur very rapidly, which results in immense strain on any Scranton 
Reality Anchors used. This has resulted in several malfunctions and 
breakages, making their use inadvisable. 


Humans do not age within SCP-3996-1, but if they return to the 
prime dimension their body will immediately age to match the length 
of time which has passed. Approximately 1km to the east of 
SCP-3996-1's entrance point is an oasis, surrounded by a small 
settlement of humans who have entered SCP-3996-1 via SCP-3996 
at various points over the last 200 years. The settlement- named by 
the inhabitants as "Ghost Town"- contains 144 human residents, 
and has the appearance of a 19th century town in the American 
West. The town's inhabitants subsist on hunting an animal they call 
"potatolos"; these have been described as having the external 
appearance and behaviour of an American bison (Bison bison), but 
the internal composition of a potato (the tuberous bulb of the 
nightshade Solanum tuberosum). 


The inhabitants of the town utilise a variety of anomalous items and 
practices in order to enhance their standard of living. This includes 
using the corpses of a species of glowing, desert-dwelling squid as 
lighting; the developement of walls of shifting sand and dirt to be 
used as a defence against unwanted intruders; and the use of a 
species of singing cactus as a form of public entertainment. The 
Foundation has decided to co-operate with the inhabitants of Ghost 
Town, as a safe case-study in the analysis of humanity's use of 
anomalies in day-to-day life. 


SCP-3996 and SCP-3996-1 was first discovered by the Foundation 
in 1998, after a chance encounter during a containment breach of 


SCP-2895. SCP-3996 was being ridden by a deceased corpse, 
believed to be the remains of a resident of Ghost Town who 
attempted to return to the prime dimension after an advanced period 
of time. 


Below is an interview log with a resident of Ghost Town. 
+Interview 3996-3 


Interviewer: Dr. Claude Montague (Unreality 
Division). 


Interviewee: Silas Harlington, de facto mayor 
of Ghost Town and long-term resident; 
reported to be the settlement's founder. 


Date: 19/09/2000. 
<Begin Log> 
Dr. Montague: Good afternoon. 


Mr. Harlington: Afternoon, sir. What can | do 
for y'all? 


Dr. Montague: You can answer a few 
questions. We’re just a little curious about... 
this place. 


Mr. Harlingon: Ghost Town? Or the whole 
tangential frontier? 


Dr. Montague: ... Tangential frontier? 


Mr. Harlington: A name some fella came up 
with a few years ago. He liked some- well, | 
don’t what “television” is, but some kinda 
theatre show or something. Said that it called 
space the “final frontier”, so this must be a 
frontier a bit to the side. Tangential frontier. 


Dr. Montague: | see. We’re curious about 


both. How was this town founded? 


Mr. Harlington: Same way all the places on 
the frontier were founded; people looking for 
riches, and other folks like me trying to make a 
little money off ‘em. | came here with the first 
bunch back in ’89. There wasn’t much of a 
frontier left in the Dakotas then, what with all 
the Indians being herded into the reservations, 
and me and old Gul had heard about a strange 
place, a new frontier down Nevada way. We 
tracked down a guy who knew more- some 
artsy type, looking for inspiration- and 
stumbled across the horses one day. 


Well, was a hard few years. Had to convince 
gullible easterners to come here, promised 
they’d get rich. We realised the aging thing 
pretty early on; | haven’t been back home 
since 1901, when | brought my wife over. Not 
my kids. They had their own life to lead. 


Dr. Montague: What kind of “riches” did you 
promise people? 


Mr. Harlington: The kind that are actually 
here. Why, look around you! This place is full 
of all kind of strange, devilish things. The 
potatolos are just their start. There’s rocks that 
tell you the future, strange trees that produce 
whatever fruit you want, flies that eat spiders, 
all sorts of stuff. You can’t make it back home, 
so we'd get collectors coming here for years. 
Those were the good days. 


Dr. Montague: What happened? 


Mr. Harlington: You know out west, where all 
the tribes are? Bunch of Indians and 
Chinamen, looking to stir up trouble. They 
started getting close, started raiding us. We 


got more guns and stuff from back home, but 
they had.. weird stuff. Lasers on the tops of 
their rifles. Bows and arrows that knew exactly 
where you were. A weird mix of strange 
engines and weird magic that we couldn’t stop. 


Dr. Montague: You're still here, though. 


Mr. Harlington: Yeah, that was the thing; they 
never burnt our stuff down, or attacked people 
they didn’t have to. Don’t get me wrong, they 
killed a bunch of folks, but they only ever went 
for the weird stuff. All those rich, strange things 
we were hawking, they kept taking them away. 
Eventually, we just gave up. Stopped people 
from taking stuff, shut the whole thing down. 
The place became a ghost town for a while; 
seemed a fitting name, so we used it. 


Anyway. That didn’t last long. We're thriving 
now, ‘cos when people got wind of the fact that 
you couldn’t age, they all wanted to move 
here. We got electricity, a little cinema back in 
the ‘20s, those refrigerator things- a lot of stuff 
that helped folks out. There’s still some 
hardship- we probably shouldn't eat so many 
taters- but it’s a nice life, and it lasts forever. 


Dr. Montague: Didn’t you ever want to go 
back? To the prime dimension? 


Mr. Harlington: What for? Frontier was drying 
up, and even the Indians have been shoved in 
the same boxes as everyone else. My kids are 
probably long dead, and their kids wouldn't 
want to know me. And, hell, the immortality is 
sweet. If | tried to go back, I’d just die of old 
age. 


Dr. Montague: So- what can you tell us about 
the rest of this place? What happens when you 


go further out? 


Mr. Harlington: Well, there’s the nomads to 
the west. Fierce devils, but they mostly leave 
us alone nowadays. Tougher than us, too, so 
we don’t want to go too near them. Then 
there’s the cities, down to the far south. All 
grey concrete. The townfolk there all have cold 
hearts- don’t like us too much. Have lots of 
rules, regulations, temples. Not very nice. 
There’s nothing to the east; just boring desert 
forever. Not even any interesting devils or 
demons to tempt you. 


Dr. Montague: And to the north? 


Mr. Harlington: The north... it’s just dark up 
north. The sun emits darkness, not lights. 
Shadows are white, day is night. The wolves 
and bats live up there, preying on the weak. 
The people up there are friendly, but a bit odd. 
Best be wary if you want to go north. 


Dr. Montague: | see. Thank you. There may 
be more questions later. 


Mr. Harlington: Hey, I’m not going anywhere. 
I'll see you around. 


<End Log>