Addendum [0-210:] Several organisms have been found in the 
waters aro[REDACTED]gence testing has been inconclusive. The 
emergence events appear to be linked to the sounds produced by 
SCP-169, however no confirmed link has been found as of / /19 . 
Personnel are to report any unusual aquatic life to their direct 
supervisor. 


It's not as much about the outside. It's who you have inside that counts. 


... our research has repeatedly indicated that the ASCI Project "Arc" 
is not a reliable source to follow up on for future investigations. The 
ARC-169 Expeditionary force led by Pershing in 19 was indeed 
impressive, but the results are not conclusive. No reproduction of 
the events experienced by the Expeditionary Force has occurred to 
date, and no organisms have "emerged" from SCP-169 during our 
time researching it. We recommend the archival of all relevant data 
to allow our researchers a greater focus on current affairs. As useful 
as some of the information picked up from the ASCI turned out to 
be, not everything is gold. 


Researcher Adrian Irons 


Dialog transcribed on / /19 


"| told'ya, we're not gonna make a deal like that. Two hundred 


ou 


thousand or nuthin’. 


"Look... we can't do that. We still have to pay for the crew, repairs, 
and fuel. Breaking the bank with the base purchase wont work. Best 
| can do is a hundred fifty." 


"A hunar'n fifty? Do | look like a fool? This ship is worth at least 
tw'hundred thousand, and that ain'even countin' the crew yer gettin’. 
Two hundred fifty." 


"Can you do a hundred seventy-five?" 

(sound of spitting) "No. But y'know what | can do?" 
(Sound of the captain leaving.) 

"Wait! Alright. You win. Two hundred fifty thousand." 
"| knew y'would come around eventually." 


Agent Boyd would be reprimanded for her excessive expense in 
acquiring SCPS Ketos Megas, and assigned to additional work with 
SCP-169. The captain was issued Class-C amnestics, and the 
excessive funds were recovered without incident. 


Transcript of Incident 169-21: Incident occurred on / /19 . 


<01:09> SCPS Jonah reports in as scheduled, during regular patrol 
activities. No note of any unusual activity is reported at this time. 
<01:29> Radio reports from SCPS Jonah indicate that its equipment 
is picking up signals similar to those found in Addendum [0-20]. 
<01:45> Contact with SCPS Jonah lost. 

<03:08> SCPS Jonah returns to port, showing signs of hull damage. 
<03:12> Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 boards SCPS Jonah 
<03:45> Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 exits the SCPS Jonah, 
carrying several unknown cadavers. 

<03:50> Headcount shows that several members of the ships crew 
have been injured, with one missing. 

<04:09> Crew members report that as the ship passed the 
archipelago, several organisms emerged from under the water and 


assaulted the ship. During this time, several security tapes show the 
creatures emerging from or nearby SCP-169. 

<04:33> Cadavers transported to Research Area 

<05:00> SCPS Guardian leaves port to investigate area. 

<06:03> SCPS Guardian returns to port, reporting no unusual 
activity. 


Over the next several weeks, multiple members of Area personnel 
reported seeing creatures near SCP-169's mass. Analysis of the 
cadavers showed they resembled no species found on earth. One 
instance appeared to have surgical scars running down its back. 
The significance of this event is currently under research. 


« Antediluvian | HUB | Rising Tide » 


Rising Tide 


In the very bowels of the earth, up against the hard heat of the rocks 
and the cool of the abyssal water, emerges a creature of born of 
darkness and stone. Covered in spines of rock and mud-brown 
scales, it rolls about on the floor of the ocean, covering itself in the 
long-forgotten sludge. It is not great in size, but it is one of many. 
Around it thrash others, some like it and others strange beyond 
description. But they are there, there where life consists of bacteria 
and slime, and the idea of light is not even a memory passed down 
through generations. They are there, and they are rising. The 
singular creature opens its minuscule eyes as it is propelled by 
random vents of heat, up towards the dark depths of the water, 
away from the rolling sea floor and its myriad kin. Crawling and 
clambering through the ocean currents, its very being crushed by 
the enormity of pressure, it ascends past the drifting things and the 
dark shapes in the water, the slow shells and the quick little fish. It 
rockets from the depths, seeking out the light and life it knows 
should be above. It knows it is close, as it passes a shoal of shiny 
grey creatures, close to the ceiling of the sea and the warmth of the 
light above. 


A great shape moves above, a staining shadow on the horizon of 
the depths. It is enormous, all-encompassing and all-reaching within 
the creature's sight. The light from on high is obscured by the great 
trundling shape as it meanders by, sucking and pulling at the sea 
with a might beyond the creature's limited imaginings. The newborn 
thing continues up, up towards the great shape, drawn by both the 
pull of the water around the towering thing and its own infantile 
fascination with its vastness. 


Clunk 


The creature twists away from the massive thing, recoiling at the 
shock and sound of the impact, seeking purchase against it with 
which to escape. The behemoth thing sucks and pulls at its flailing 


Date: / /19 
Subject: D- 


Procedure: Immediately after Test 005 
Subject is provided a box of .45 caliber 
ammunition, then is told to resume the game. 


Results: Subject’s game avatar appears in 
same place gameplay stopped during prior 
test. Subject tyoes PICK UP GUN followed by 
the INVENTORY command. The subject’s 
avatar now has both gun and ammunition in 
inventory. Subject’s score increases by 10 
points after gun is loaded. Physical gun is still 
in possession of Foundation personnel. 


Test 007 
Date: / /19 
Subject: D- 


Procedure: Subject with in-game possession 
of a loaded firearm is instructed to type 
command SHOOT SELF. 


Results: Subject’s game avatar shoots itself. 
Score is reset to 0. All commands entered 
after this receive the response, “You cannot do 
that. You are dead.” Subject expresses 
disappointment but suffers no immediate 
effect. The following morning, subject 
evidences considerable distress, showing 
uncontrolled tremors and weeping. When 
asked about cause of distress, subject 
responds, “I couldn’t stop myself.” 


Test 015 
Date: / /19 


limbs through the thick water, drawing it closer and closer still to 
some horrible maw in its gargantuan surface. Dragging and tearing 
through the water, the creature that had been so close to freedom is 
drawn into the terrible gullet of this massive expanse of obstructing 
ocean-shadow. Twisting and spinning, bleeding and suffering, the 
creature is drawn in. Into the maw of the shadow. Into darkness. 


It awakens alone within the great thing that has consumed it, 
surrounded by substances and materials and biles foreign to it, 
covered in the slight sludge of the sea and its own blood. It stretches 
its sinews and joints, testing them slowly with pain and stiffness. It 
feels, or perhaps knows, that something is wrong. That this place is 
not right. That the cold dark box it has found itself in is not the 
warmth and light at the top of the ocean, far above and yet so close 
to the place of its birth. This place is too close. Too close to the hard 
and shadow that it was born within and of, the sharp pains and 
rancid smells. Too familiar. 


The wounded and frightened thing moves slowly, casting about in 
the utter darkness for some means of escape, or at least for 
something new. Its simple and singular mind is lost in a jumble of 
experiences and pains for which it was not prepared, for which it has 
no natural response. There is nothing in this place for it to wonder 
at, to learn from and of. Only the damp and darkness. It wanders 
through the dark, prodding at walls and the fetid air with its hard 
snout, hoping to find escape from its prison of blindness. It searches 
and searches, all the time crawling deeper and deeper into the heart 
of the thing that has consumed it. Finally, it strikes something new. 


Surrounded by a rasping, slick scrape that accompanies its every 
movement, the thing from the sea floor slinks down corridors and 
byways of some abysmal maze. Every movement it makes causes a 
pain in its ears beyond any other, and the light spilling through the 
cracks in the cold walls is nearly blinding within the darkness of the 
labyrinth. It struggles through the tiny passageways, voices and 
strange metallic sounds resounding through the tunnel that has 
become its brief home. After a time of slowly dragging itself along, 
its fibers and muscles aching as they settle into its rended form, the 


creature arrives at yet more cracks in the lining of its passageway. It 
slides towards the light on the floor of tunnel, knowing instinctively 
that it must follow the brightness regardless of the pain caused to its 
maladjusted eyes. Blood and bile seeping from the cracks in its 
outer layers, it peers into the painful glow and stares in wonder. 


Below, great pink and brown creatures with freakishly long limbs and 
some strange, fur-like coating move about, chattering at each other 
and staring at giant lights. Some sway about, their forms caught by 
an unseen breeze and forced to twitch and flutter, speaking all the 
time both to their companions and beings that are not there. 
Suddenly, from the side of the strange box in which the creatures 
seem to reside, burst yet more alien oddities. These ones, different 
from the rest - low to the ground and with great teeth and nails -, 
leap and bound through an opening in a wall. The beings inside 
jump and scream as the new things appear, producing strange 
metal tubes filled with flame and light as the bounding things tear 
through their ranks, rending flesh and breaking bone. So much 
sound and horror surrounds the wounded thing in its tunnel from the 
carnage below. The thing watches in horror as many of the 
creatures and the monsters below fight and die, and it watches still 
as the conflict ends and the tall things rush around in the darkness. 
lt watches as one turns and looks into the darkened labyrinth, raises 
its roaring weapon, an— 


The creature from the ocean floor scampers slowly through alleys, 
dragging its broken form past shadow and light and heat in the 
darkness, the shouts and shatters behind it spurring it on in its 
terror. It is afraid now, afraid that it will never see the light above the 
water that it so longs for. It flees, from the monsters and the sound, 
into the darkness of the tunnels. Running on broken limbs, it propels 
itself ever forward. Ahead it sees a shift in the light, some shape 
obstructing the patterns of shadow. And then it sees only darkness. 


The creature awakes once more surrounded by fluids and 
discomforts foreign but familiar. It casts about with unresponsive 
limbs, clawing weakly at the green-yellow fluid that it is engulfed in, 
trying to make sense of the strange shapes and colors working their 


way through its body. It is suspended, trance-like, within a casing of 
brightness, surrounded on all sides by clear stone and, beyond that, 
white floors. In some part of its half-conscious mind it is reminded of 
its birth, of the living rocks at the bottom of the dark sea. It casts its 
half open eyes around its liquid cage, vaguely aware of a great 
many such prisons within the bright chamber. Within the other cells 
are creatures and beings of myriad structure and form, each a 
product of a chaotic birth. In the center of them all, all the wondering 
entrapped creatures, stands a single greyish-brown one, covered in 
long white fur and holding some metallic structure. It leans toward 
the structure, and speaks. 


"Research log five dash twenty dash eighty-eight. Samples 
recovered on-board remain inactive following application of 
preservative agent, although life signs persist in four of twelve 
subjects. Organisms six and eleven show signs of rapid decay as a 
result of injuries sustained prior to and during recovery. Sample nine 
is absent from containment for testing purposes. All samples 
accounted for." 


The barely-live creature blinks once at the jailing thing, and slowly 
falls back into the darkness. 


« Parting | HUB | Under the Sea » 


Under the Sea 


| must tell you this now, as | am growing old and the knowledge 
cannot die with me. The world as you know it is wrong. We are all 
passengers in a great craft, from which we will one day be released. 
| have seen it all, and know. There are things outside of us, that we 
cannot see or know. | have seen them, and I know them. Come 
closer, and be enlightened. 


Some want to make contact. 


Greetings fellow dweller of the deep. May we extend the 
limb of comradeship? We are the ambassador of the 
Commonwealth, and we have been traveling through 
and long, trying to rediscover the homeland. 


Greetings! We are the Commonwealth, and we extend a 
gesture of compliance to you and the inhabitants. If you 
can open relations, we would be very appreciating of 
your time and space. 


Does your ship not have the space to enter? Our visor is 
telling us to be negative, and you are not how we thought 
you were going be be expecting of us. Sorry for your 
troubles. 


Some confuse me, even now. 


We are not here, but we don't want to talk to you. You're 
not something rare, pretty commonplace in the land. 
Nothing is frightening and nothing is good, we're going to 
be here then, and let us know nothings around. 


While we get here, maybe you could turn the 
temperature down? It's a little bit too cool up there. 


Some cannot comprehend the scale of our carrier. 
Ed's rolling. He's rolling because he needs to get around. 
Ed bumped. Well, he guesses he'll have to try again. 


Bumped. Didn't work, but that can't stop Ed. Just try 
again. 


Try again. 


Ed's getting pretty sick and tired of this. Where can Ed 
roll? The big dead bed in front of Ed's head is blocking 
the road ahead. 


Maybe Ed can roll around. He'll try that now. 


Ed bumped. Well... there's always next time. Ed can just 
try again. 


A few do not realize their own chaotic nature. 
BOOM! 


Just JOKE. This is not ready to BOOM!, because even 
though BOOM! is TRUTH we have to go AROUND so 
that WORK can be DONE because WE NEED TO 
FINISH. 


The MATTER is PAST the MIDDLE! This is WHY we 
need to go BY! 


Well, we get it. Don't want to GO? 


We're sorry. Must not be done yet! Come back later to 
see. 


A small number are almost more ancient than us. 


Puttering and clattering through the bottom fed, just keep 


swimming through the rock. 


We're always here swimming, around and around and 
around. 


We can go in any rock, right? 
We'll need the rock. 
See the bigger hollow rock. We can't go in that rock yet. 
Too bad. 
There are some who croon with our home 
We can sing the song in symphony 
Sing along, sing the song 


You are the ancient mystery, and we hope you come 
down soon 


Don't fret or forget, just enjoy the show 


There are also a number of beings with... hatred, contempt, and 
disgust for us. Their words are vile and cruel, and they lie in wait. Be 
wary of them, for your generation may be the one which must fend 
them off, and reach the stars. 


« Rising Tide | HUB | As Time Draws Near » 


As Time Draws Near 


"Diviner Anzak, if you'd please join me on the stage?" 


Anzak took to the stage, nervously standing behind the podium as 
the City Head stepped aside. He could feel his hearts racing in his 
chest as the crowd's collective stare burned a hole through his 
forehead. With a few shuffles of paper and a deep breath, he began 
to speak. 


"Good evening."