for a few seconds to a few minutes, | can't tell. 
And then, it broke, as one of its arms suddenly 
twisted around and shattered into oblivion. All | 
remember after that was backing into the 
corner, as these men in green uniforms 
invaded my home. 


Interviewer: And that was all you recall? 


D-3635-9: That was- oh, wait, there was one 
more thing. One of the weapons the man held 
looked like nothing I've seen before. It was 
kinda gun, shaped, but it glowed and had 
these odd rings around the barrel. 


Interview Extract #: D-3635-11 


D-3635-11: There was always a bit of magic 
about the place, you know? 


Interviewer: The library? 


D-3635-11: Yeah. You didn't need to be 
working there as long as | did, you could just 
feel it in the air the moment you walked in. The 
place was just filled with history, quite literally. 
| could place my hand on the wooden walls 
and feel otherworldly energy flow through it. 


D-3635-11: It didn't take me long to realize | 
wasn't the only person who spent their time 
reading books there. Sometimes, if | was really 
lucky, | could see the words on the pages 
rearrange before my very eyes. Ink flowed to 
form new phrases and alter the story ever so 
slightly. | saw a person like me, a reader, 
experience the story for himself as a character 
in the book. | saw him cheer on the hero 
fighting the dragon, engage in discussion with 
famous detectives, and act as a witness in 
dramatic court cases. 


D-3635-11: But he left one day, and | couldn't 
find him again. And then... 


D-3635-11 pauses, glaring at the floor 
Interviewer: ...And then? 


D-3635-11: They burned it. The men you told 
me about. | was dragged out of my home as 
they set fire to the place. Everything burned... 
almost everything. 


Interview Extract #: D-3635-12 

Interviewer: Good evening, D- 

D-3635-12: Fuck, those... God damn it! 
Interviewer: D-3635-12, please remain calm. 


D-3635-12: No, just... It's Jebodiah- | mean, 
Jackson, not D-whatever! 


Interviewer: According to the terms of your 
contract- 


D-3635-12: Yes, | know, | know, sorry. I'm just 
a bit... overwhelmed, right now. 


Interviewer: Can you provide an account of 
the event you recall? 


D-3635-12 laughs weakly 


D-3635-12: Event? Man, I've got a whole 
lifetime to remember now. 


D-3635-12 pauses and becomes more sedate 


D-3635-12: I'm... pretty sure | was living in the 
past, or some form of it. There were no cars, 
no paved streets, no electricity. Life was... life 


was calm. | was happy. | owned a lot of land, 
kinda a big shot in the area, you get what | 
mean? Large family, grandchildren were on 
the way. 


D-3635-12: We lived kind of in an oasis ina 
desert. We owed this fortune due to a gift from 
god, a statue of an angel. Some ancestor of 
mine, | dunno who, had put it on top of the hill 
overlooking the wheat fields. As long as we 
lead good, Christian lives, the gift would bless 
us with rain no matter the season. Our crops 
were in high demand for miles around. 


D-3635-12: And then... those fucks showed 
up. Pointing strange guns at our faces, yelling 
at us, pointing at the hill. | don't think they were 
from around, | couldn't understand a word they 
said. Of course, their purpose was obvious. 
They wanted our statue. 


D-3635-12: We were brought up to the site, 
and then they broke out these sticks. The 
angel watched over us, expression 
unchanging, as they started swinging at its 
base. Chunks of stone broke off and they kept 
on swinging, like they were felling a tree. My 
daughter... oh God, my daughter... 


D-3635-12 pauses and weeps quietly 


D-3635-12: She... She tried to stop them. 
Grabbed one of their legs and pleaded. The 
sticks were brought down, and... sh-she 
stopped moving. And God, the angel just 
watched silently. The same expression it's 
always had, as my daughter... as my daughter 
was taken from me forever. 


D-3635-12 begins crying, and is unresponsive 
for the rest of the interview 


> Show Addendum 2 - 
[CLEARANCE LEVEL 4 REQUIRED] 


On 25th September 1996, during routine testing with 
SCP-3635, D-3635-18 reported a memory which was 
inconsistent with previously documented experiences. 
The subject reported sitting at a writing desk ina 
concrete room and writing a letter. When asked, the 
subject was able to perfectly recall the contents of the 
letter. The letter is replicated in full below. 


To whoever is reading this, 


Happenings. Events. Unexplained 
occurrences. We were among the first to 
notice that things were not as they seemed. 
Objects behaving, not as they should, but as 
they wanted. And, of course, there was 
instantly a race to grab as many of them as 
possible. 


Whenever we found an atypical creature — be 
it man, animal, or plant — we'd leave it alone. 
That is, until someone thought it would be a 
good idea to start searching for them, and kill 
them before they could kill us. | was always 
against the decision to begin hunting, but was 
ignored. 


More to the point, we needed something that 
would make people forget we existed- to 
preserve out secrecy. Something we could 
carry around when we went out, hunting the 
atypicals, to erase any memory that anything 
was wrong. We had to be incredibly stealthy 
before, but with this, we could be as obvious 
as we wanted, and nobody would be able to 
remember a thing. 


| was given that job. | struggled with it for 
weeks, trying to make something that would 


erase any memories that we wanted to erase. 
But my research was futile. There was simply 
no way | could do it. 


Except, one day, | walked in to my office, and 
it was on my desk. The photograph. 


Looking back over my memories, | pieced 
together what had happened. | had created the 
photograph — exactly how, | did not know— and 
it would erase the memories containing 
atypicals from whoever looked at it dead-on. 
Preliminary testing showed that subjects 
exposed to the photograph would deny being 
able to remember what had happened over the 
time they had forgotten, and gave accounts 
which were inconsistent with people who did 
possess memories of the time. 


It wasn’t perfect, but it was damn better than 
nothing. 


So, we used it. | was always against the idea 
of using atypicals to fight other atypicals, but 
the effectiveness of the photo drowned out my 
concerns by the other twelve. 


But my suspicions were aroused when 
Jameson, that son of a bitch, woke up one 
day. He was different. He said he’d done 
things he hadn’t, been places he hadn’t, seen 
things he hadn’t. Everyone attributed it to 
amnesia or shock- | didn't think so. 


| realized he’d wiped himself with the god 
damn photograph. 


Seeing as he had been carrying the photo for 
his squad, | assumed he'd use it on himself if 
he'd seen "things" that he wanted to unsee. 
Didn't seem like that much of a big deal, at 


first, besides the... over-effectiveness of the 
memory-wipe. But then, the same thing 
happened to Quester, Ducat, Price, and some 
other members. And there was no way on 
Earth that any of them could have seen the 
photo. Something was terribly wrong. 


| figured out what was happening quickly- the 
amnesia was spreading. Why, and more 
importantly why now, | did not know. But | 
needed to prevent it. 


After the first day, | was ready to give up. | was 
constantly fighting a losing battle against my 
own amnesia-filled mind. There was no way | 
could possibly do it. Knowing this made no 
difference. | carried on regardless, using logic 
as opposed to science. | was sure that | knew 
already what to do. 


Eventually, | did it. | found the answer. 
The Negative. 


If | could create a positive which erased 
memories, surely | could also create a 
negative which restored them. | had probably 
tossed it away somewhere for emergencies 
after | had created the photo | wanted. And 
finally, after hours of frantic searching, | found 
it. Thank the Lord it wasn't hidden away too 
far. | showed the image to everyone who 
forgot, and their memories came flooding 
back. 


| was relieved, but | had forgotten the unstable 
nature of atypicals. The negative didn't give 
you your memories back- it gave you random 
ones, from the ones the positive had erased. 


It wasn't exactly easy to keep an organization 


together, when the members remembered 
themselves doing horrid acts from the eyes of 
the victims. By the time we figured out what 
had happened, most of our group had left, 
became depressed, or had gone crazy. 


We were done. We knew we were done. 


You're going to remember this. You might 
remember more; you might not. But, no matter 
who you are, you need to pass this information 
on to someone. 


Please remember. 
Don't fight fire with fire. 


Upon further questioning, D-3635-18 was able to recall 
an image located above the letter. The photo contained 
13 individuals, each labeled with a number ranging 
between one and thirteen. All individuals' faces, besides 
the one labeled "four", were blotted by ink. 


Footnotes 
1. Acommon photography method used in the late 19th century. 


SCP-3636: World's Greatest Jukebox 


Item #: SCP-3636 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3636 is to be kept in a 
standard secure cell at Site-17. Access to the room requires Level-2 
or higher clearance. All staff members involved in the testing of 
SCP-3636 must be provided with an up-to-date song blacklist 
document. Under no circumstances are songs from the blacklist to 
be selected. 


Description: SCP-3636 is a 155cm by 85cm jukebox similar in 
design to a Wurlitzer 1015 with a decorative rainbow-colored light 
across the top and a golden plate bearing the inscription, "World's 
Greatest Jukebox". The glass selection screen where one would 
typically find booklets detailing the songs available is instead 
replaced with a blue touchscreen displaying a search bar and the 
text, "Search for song title, artist, or aloum". SCP-3636 has no slot to 
insert coins and has no apparent power source. 


Selecting a song through the search function will cause a list to 
appear consisting of every version of the song known to exist, 
including unreleased early versions of the song as well as every live 
performance by the original artist. Analysis of live events after the 
Foundation's acquisition of SCP-3636 confirms that the live versions 
are accurate to the performance listed. SCP-3636 seems to have a 
wide temporal range, as original performances of operas that 
debuted in the Baroque period have been selected. 


When a song is selected, SCP-3636's screen changes to display a 
video with the text "Live Music Video" above it. The video is based 
on the lyrical content of the song, often directly depicting the events 
mentioned in the song. Other times the events seen in the video are 
the result of a play on words. The events in SCP-3636 actually occur 
at a real world location visible in SCP-3636's video. The 


SCP-471 changed. The encrypted signal ceased, and instead a 
series of 23 phonemes began repeating. The meaning behind the 
altered signal is unclear, and remains under investigation. The 
changed signal persisted for 13 minutes before reverting to the 
usual encrypted signal. 


Following this incident, by order of O5- , no Foundation vessels may 
attempt contact with SCP-471 until a method is discovered of 
approaching it without causing [DATA EXPUNGED]. 


phenomenon, referred to as SCP-3636-1, lasts for the length of the 
song. Effects of SCP-3636-1 may continue after the fact depending 
on the contents of the video. An instance of SCP-3636-1 is created 
regardless of whether the song selected has an official music video. 
All tests of instrumental songs so far have produced music videos 
without any perceived anomalous effects (e.g., "YYZ" by Rush 
shows live footage from Toronto Pearson International Airport). 


SCP-3636 was discovered by local firefighters during a fire at a bar 
in , New York that killed 21 individuals. The jukebox was found 
undamaged with the screen showing a video of the fire from the 
bar's exterior while playing the song "We Didn't Start the Fire" by 
Billy Joel. Class-B amnestics were administered to all survivors and 
first responders. 


+ Test log 


Test 1 

Song Selected: "Walk" by Pantera 
SCP-3636-1 Event: Several people ina 
location confirmed to be Arlington, Texas are 
shown making signs for a protest. Most of the 
signs contain the word "respect". At the start of 
the first chorus, a group has gathered in the 
city's downtown and begins marching with 
these signs. They collectively chant along to 
the chorus of the song and local news stations 
are shown reporting on the impromptu 
"Respect Walk". 

Effects: Participants in the protest expressed 
confusion over their involvement. Class-A 
amnestics administered to everyone affected. 
Notes: Arlington, Texas is the city where 
Pantera was founded. SCP-3636 may be 
aware of this fact. 


Test 2 

Song Selected: "Somebody's Watching Me" 
by Rockwell 

SCP-3636-1 Event: A tall, elderly man with 
pale skin and gray hair is shown breaking into 


Site 17, searching for and eventually spying on 
Research Assistant , who selected the 
song. 

Effects: Elderly man disappeared at the 
conclusion of song and was not found after a 
complete search of Site-17. Damage to the 
site was found at the location the break-in 
occurred in the video and was immediately 


repaired. immediately identified the man 
as an uncle that physically abused him as a 
child. experienced severe paranoia for a 


week and underwent psychological treatment. 
Notes: Song added to blacklist. All future tests 
must be carried out by D-class personnel 
under supervision of approved Foundation 
researchers. 


Test 3 

Song Selected: "Jukebox Hero” by Foreigner 
SCP-3636-1 Event: SCP-3636 immediately 
disappeared from containment. 

Effects: SCP-3636 found on top of an 
apartment building in New York City. Affixed to 
SCP-3636 was a cape with the words 
"Jukebox Hero" written on it. A severely 
malnourished man was found tied up with a 
rope on the same rooftop, with a written 
confession to several murders next to him. 
SCP-3636 was returned to Site-17 and the 
man was taken to local authorities. 

Notes: Extreme deviation from the lyrical 
content of the song. Analysis of cape reveal no 
unusual properties. Further searches for 
"Jukebox Hero" displayed the song ina 
separate list called "Favorites". 


Test 4 

Song Selected: "The Night Santa Went 
Crazy" by Weird Al Yankovic 
SCP-3636-1 Event: A man with an 


appearance similar to modern depictions of 
Santa Claus carrying several weapons 
assaults a large building filled with humanoid 
beings that look similar to traditional depictions 
of "Christmas elves" After a large shootout and 
several explosions, the man executes five 
reindeer who display human-level intelligence. 
Several FBI agents later surround the man, 
arresting him. 

Effects: Subject of video remains unidentified. 
The FBI's Unusual Incidents Unit sent 
Foundation contacts documents detailing the 
raid on the North Pole. Destroyed building 
consistent with the workshop depicted in the 
video is found 6 miles east of the magnetic 
north pole. 

Notes: Song added to blacklist. 


Test 5 

Song Selected: "Straight Through the Heart" 
by Dio