Brook snorted. “Of course we have fans! Don’t you check the 
Myspace page?” Brook walked over to her still open laptop. “Look 
there. 146 fans, and better yet, check them out. Most of them have 
songs playing on their pages, our songs.” 


“Wow,” Rosa said, clicking on a random bald headed old man’s 
avatar. “And all sorts of fans too.” She clicked on another page, a 
plain looking middle-aged woman. “Hmm, a lot of them seem to like 
‘You and Me’. I’m surprised Old Chilly isn’t more popular...” she said 
softly, a pursed smile aimed at Brook. 


Brook rolled her eyes. “Who knows. People like cheesy-ass love 
songs. All | Know is the shirts will sell. The CD's too. The fans we do 
have are crazy about us.” 


Rosa clicked on another page, a teenager a few years younger 
than her. “Wow, this guy has a lot of pictures of me... What does 
that word mean?” 


Brook snapped the laptop down and cleared her throat. 
“Nothing. Like | said, they really like us.” 


“Hmm,” said Rosa. “Do you have water? I’ve been really thirsty 
lately.” 


“No, | have a fuckload of Mountain Dew though,” Brook said, 
sitting on the floor to adjust something on her drum kit, which looked 
a lot more expensive than her house. 

“No, | just want water.” 


“Why, are you on a diet? You're already thin as a rake.” 


“Nooo... | don’t know. | just really drink a lot of water lately. 
Maybe it’s hot?” 


“Now that you mention it, | could use a glass myself. There’s a 
working sink in the bathroom if you’re thirsty.” Brook got up and 
walked toward the bathroom. 


Rosa squinted at Brook as she put her head between the basin 
and the faucet and let it rip. “A working sink in the bathroom? 
Really? You don’t have a functioning kitchen sink?” 

“Wow,” Brook said, gasping, “Calm down, fancy pants. We can 
stop by the gas station if you want real water.” 

Clyde showed up alittle while later on his motorcycle and 
knocked on their door. 

“Im here!” he shouted, adjusting glasses. 


Brook opened the door quickly. “Where’s Morgan?” 


“Him and Umiko are coming in the van. They’re a bit late 
though. Apparently they got stopped at the mall by a few girls...” 
Clyde flipped open his phone and recited a text message. “Umiko, 
Four Fifty Eight AM; Quote, Will you take us to outer space with you. 
End quote. Hyphen, her name is Lola, L.O.L.”. 


Brook turned her head to Rosa. “Told you they’re crazy.” 


“Yeah,” Clyde repeated, hoisting his guitar over the girls and 


through the doorway. “It seems we have a bit of a cult following.” 
“4:58? They should be here by now.” 


Just as she said this, a heavily rusted Volkswagen tilted into the 
driveway, puttering up the hill, half of Umiko’s very large frame 
sticking out of the driver’s side window. 


“Miss Rosy!” he said, holding a water bottle out. “Fancy water!” 
“What does he do again?” Brook muttered. 
“| think he’s our dealer but | forget,” answered Clyde absently. 


Umiko and Morgan stepped out. Umiko had a 10 gallon water 
cooler — which probably wasn’t full of fancy water — and Morgan 
was holding a notebook. 


“Well, looks like everyone’s all here. Let’s get this started.” 


“What’s cooler than cool?” sang Morgan. 
“Cold!” chimed Rosa. 

“What deader than dead?” rang Umiko. 
“Probably worse.” said Clyde, plainly. 

“| just wanna stay in bed!” barked Brook. 


Or you could do this instead 
Make your way out to the sea 
Stay a while there with me 
And meet the voices in your head 


I’ve traveled oh so far 
From the hills to the ocean 
And we are set in motion 
By a near but distant star 


Can't you see you're a part of me? 


We could be happy as can be 
Makes no difference how it seems 
To them or they or old timestreams 


| just wanted you to know 
That if palm trees sway and white water rolls 
We'll melt together and form a shoal 
Far from this old freak show 


“Me and you we’ve come so far, before the dark there were 
other stars—” 


“Break,” Morgan said, coughing, interrupting Umiko. 


“Hey, you know the words Umiko? This is a new song! You’ve 
never heard us do this one,” said Rosa. 


“|...” Umiko said, looking at them all hesitantly. They were right, 
he had never heard this song before. 


“Sorry...” said Umiko, looking down to the floor. “I looked.” The 
giant scratched the back of his head. 


Morgan laughed. “It’s alright! | leave it right there anyway. It’s no 
secret,” he said, looking at his notebook. “Now where were we?” 


Me and you we’ve come so far 
Before the dark, on another star 
Way out past Neptune and Mars 

And things that live behind those bars 


There’s no need to go back to 
Everything can be brand new 
We'll paint the sky a different hue 
Pink or purple, technicolor 
And make old blue seem like squalor 
Because the sun is now a big sand dollar 


Or we can all go to sleep 
And meet our mother in the deep 
And all our brothers too 


“| wouldn’t mind something new. So if you want me that’s where 
I'll be, underwater, turning slowly. Dark and sound and lowly. I’d love 
to meet you there too, underneath that ocean blue.” 


“I've never heard that before, who’s that?” Justine asked, 
lighting a cigarette. 


“Haha, | like to make things up,” said Lola. “Want to go to that 
concert later? | hear John P and the Eruptions are going to be 
playing after that one band, | forget the name.” 


“Who?” 
“Constellation Starfish.” 
“Oh. Yeah, sure.” 


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Addendum: Following interviews by Dr. ; 
Interview Log 639-A 

Interviewed: SCP-639 

Interviewer: Dr. ; 


Foreword: Initial Interview with SCP-639. Doctor 
interacted with SCP-639 via use of an external speaker 
system to reduce visual stress. 


<Begin Log, 0849, oS 

Dr. : Hello, 639. | am Dr. 
SCP-639: (Unintelligible muttering) 
Dr. : 639. 639! 


SCP-639: They think to see me to see that which | am 
was will be that is all all of me to see to see to see- 


Dr. : Subject 639, | am Dr. . Do you 
understand? 


SCP-639: (Fifteen second pause) Where are you not 
above not below front or behind neither to the left nor the 
right but straight along the path of righteousness where 
are you where where where- 


Dr. : 639, I'd like to ask you some questions. 
SCP-639: (Eight second pause) You are not real. 
Dr. : What do you- 


SCP-639: | see all all the world the things that which is 
there all sides all that is and was and will be there | see 
you not know you not therefore you are not are you not 
another voice a new voice to hear with mortal ears and 
no godly eyes- 


Track 3: Uh... 


Hey Umiko! Why don't you write anything? What is it you do again? - 
Rosa 


Uh... | write song, sometimes. Here | write one down now. -Umiko 
Why don’t you sing it? Can you sing, bro? -Brook 
Uh... Yes! | am very good singer! -Umiko 
What's the song called? -Rosa 


Uhhh... -Umiko 


"Uhhh..." 
By Umiko 
Intro 


Yeah, yeah, okay-oh, yeah 
Yeah, yeah lets go 
Okay good, okay yeah, yeah-oh 
Yeah that’s great, alright, good 
Good you song 
Very nice 


God, you're gonna blow your cover! Come on! Think of something! 
Anything! 


Verse 1 


Umiko knows a human 


| saw him one day 
He was skinny and far away 
Actually no he wasn’t human 
He was in a box 
And | didn’t see him in 
It had lots of locks 
To keep away other humans 


That’s an interesting rhyme scheme, Umiko. -Brook 
It is Japanese rhyming. -Umiko 
| thought you were from Hawaii? -Rosa 
Uhhh... -Umiko 


He had an ugly face 
But you only hear that 
You never see that 
You just read that 
It was a secret 
If you see that he would have to kill you 
He come and find you 


Chorus 


Secretly 
Repeat X 10 


Woah, what a weird tempo. Let me get my keyboard out. Let’s see, 
time signature? - Brook 
Uh... 142? - Umiko 
Really? And what? - Brook 
...8? - Umiko 
Klavierstucke? What the flick? Stockhausen? Umiko do you have a 
girlfriend? - Brook 
Aaah! - Umiko 


Keyboard Solo 


Verse 2 


There’s also a business 
But the business makes friends 
Gets all in their business 
Makes business girlfriends 
Imagine a business is flirting with you 
What would it say? 
How may | help you? 


Wow! That’s a pretty good American accent! -Rosa 
| practice good! How you like song, eh? -Umiko 
Really? That's it? We don’t want any short songs on the EP. -Brook 
...y-yes! There’s one more! -Umiko 


Verse 3 


In my home province, they got the flu 
Except it wasn’t the flu 
lt was something new 
The people all scared, what would they do? 
We asked wise woman, but wise woman slinky 
She was twisty and stewed 
Wise woman twisted all over the house 
Her neighbors too 


Okay that’s a little gory Umi... -Rosa 
Is only allegory! -Umiko 
Oh! For what? -Rosa 
...Communism! -Umiko 
Right on! -Brook 


Ending Verse 


There once was secret agent man 
Sent to the beach with master plan 
Stop crazy kooks from causing a fus 
In their little volkswagen bus 


But in the end he knew 
That he was part of it too 
And that he would sail into the sea 


That is where he would always be 


Ah that’s sweet, Umiko. -Rosa 
Huh? It’s nothing. | made the last part up. -Umiko 


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The Appalachian Scar 


INFORMATION PACKAGE 23.A-F2 


CODE: APPALACHIA 


Commentary from Joshua Greenfield 


| don't know if anything he's saying is true or not. Being a member of 
the Initiative, he is extremely biased. Some think he had a few 
screws lose before he retired. Talk of previous universes and the 
Coalition eightysixing the god of Abraham. His comments on our 
dire need to quick action are also a bit hard to take seriously. 
Fifthism has been around for a very long time. 


The Fifthists... They have no control. Reason with those 
poor “people” all you like, you're only speaking into its 
ears. They're conceived by the thing, reined to it, through 
some magic work of probability. They're puppets. This 
thing is someone else's devil. 


| spoke to it. | Know enough to know that | spoke to it. | 
know exactly what it is. The creator of a doomed 
universe that came before ours. The Fifthist entity is the 
wraith of a god, our god, one and the same. 


If you leave them alone for a long enough time, trust me, 
those damned puppets will go nuclear. We can stop it 
now. We can sever its fingers. We can make it so it can’t 
learn anymore. We don’t have to keep letting it manifest 
its will only to sweep it up later. 


A god can be killed. 


You men should know this best of all... we know what 
you people are capable of. | don’t know how, but your 
ancestors had the chance, and they let it slip by, for one 
reason or another. 


As for the world before us, the Fifth... they weren't so 
smart. But | think we are fully capable of cleaning up 
their mess. 


Joshua Greenfield, former Field Operator of the Horizon 
Initiative to the Program Director of the Global Occult 
Coalition, 2004 regarding the Fifthist Phenomenon 


Appalachian Cult Graphic 


The attached document was recovered from the ruins. Most of it is 
their interpretive gibberish; | can’t see an exact line to the entity 
there. If we’re going to figure this thing out we’re going to have to 
work with the west coast Fifthists. They’re the only ones we can 
infiltrate and the only ones who seem to communicate with anyone 
outside of its influence in a helpful way. 


Jetti and the Delvins and their fan base committed mass suicide just 
sixteen years prior to this. The current manifestation of West Coast 
Fifthism seems to be a band calling itself “Constellation Starfish”. If 
that wasn't easy enough to pinpoint, they were showcased on KNTV 
minutes after the last reports of the previous disaster were scrubbed 
by I-think-we-know-who. Their fan base is similar in size and their 
group follows a similar format. The more subtle patterns have been 
confirmed by our numbers people. The zombie is there. 


Gather all information you can. If you find yourself speaking through 
it, or, hopefully, speaking fo it, record everything. Record every song 
you hear, document every symbol. Record everything you say as 
well. There’s a good chance you're part of it too. 


Make sure they die before it shows its face. Nobody deserves to go 
there. | think you remember the incident in England. 


The Appalachian Scar 


Item #: SCP-[NULL] 
Object Class: Neutralized 


Special Containment Procedures: The area SCP-[NULL] affected 
has been quarantined and undergoes regular surveys for the 
potential reemergence of anomalous effects. Quarantine consists of 
a chain-link fence installed along the perimeter of the affected area 
and the property purchased by a Foundation front company. The 
hole has been refilled and forested since its discovery, and 
disinformation Scrub protocols have been enacted regarding its 
history. 


Description: SCP-[NULL] is an undeveloped area located in 
Jackson County, North Carolina, previously known as the town of 

. The town of was reported missing in 195 . Remnants of 
large sinkholes, the largest of which being 1 km long by 2 km wide 
have been found in the area where the town is reported to have 
been located. The area is two kilometers lower than the surrounding 
area; several large canyons existing in geologically incompatible 
locations surround the area. 


The town of had a population of 146. 


Excavation of the lakes in the town reveal a number of unusual 
objects: 


* 1 set of canine remains, approximately 7 meters long and 2 
centimeters wide. 

¢ An unknown amount of migratory geese remains. 

¢ 25 sets of human skeletal remains in the shape of obtuse 
triangles and diamonds. 

¢ 2 sets of human skeletal remains which appear to have been 

twisted and stretched but show no signs of structural stress. 

The skull of one copperhead (Agkistrodon contortrix) snake, 

measuring 14 m wide and weighing 2268 kg. 

¢ 1 human remains in the shape of a star. 


Addendum A: The following interview was conducted with Joe 


Sullivan, a former resident of who left in 195 . 


Researcher Ortega: What do you know of the town of 
? 


Joe Sullivan: Did something happen there? Is Linda 
alright? 


Researcher Ortega: I’m sorry. Linda is dead. There was 
a plane crash. Do you need some time? 


Joe Sullivan: No... it’s alright. We haven't really spoken 
in the last six years. 


Researcher Ortega: What can you tell me about the 
town? We’re writing a historical text. 


Joe Sullivan: Oh. | don’t know much about the history. 
I’m sorry. 


Researcher Ortega: That's fine. What about the 
people? The community while you were living there? 


Joe Sullivan: Very conservative. Religious folks. Really 
into the Holiness movement. Half of the town attended 
mass on Fridays. | would always worried Linda would get 
bit. 


Researcher Ortega: You mentioned you haven't spoken 
to your wife, Linda, in six years. May | ask why? 


Joe Sullivan: She was distant. | couldn’t even tell she 
was the same person. She wasn’t involved in raising 
Morgan, even though she insisted he attend mass. She 
didn’t even let me go to church with her anymore. Said “I 
wasn’t part of it”. | needed to get away. 


Researcher Ortega: You stopped going to church at 
some point? At what point weren’t you allowed in 
anymore? 


Joe Sullivan: It was a gradual process... Uh... People 


were very cliquey. At a certain point it was just 
unbearable. | felt excluded. The pastor even started a 
special night mass that only certain people went to. 
Really stupid shit. They don’t know how that hurts other 
people. 


Researcher Ortega: Night mass? 


Joe Sullivan: Like | don’t know about it. | didn’t care 
enough anymore to “spy” on my wife. | Knew it wasn’t 
some sort of satanic debauchery; just a change in 
doctrine or an interpretation of the Bible that they didn’t 
want to make public for one reason or another. 


Researcher Ortega: Thank you for your patience, we’re 
just about done here. Are you sure you didn’t notice 
anything strange in the town? Strange sounds, or, 
smoking earth?