Special Containment Procedures: Except for purposes of 
approved experimentation, instances of SCP-3011 must not come 
within 100 m of any nautical paraphernalia or similar items; this 
includes, but is not limited to, images of anchors, boats, submarines, 
or waves. 


SCP-3011 is to be contained in commercially available large 
terrariums suitable for housing small lizards. Each terrarium is to 
house no more than 6 instances of SCP-3011. Additional terrariums 
are to be made available should specific instances need to be 
separated. Each terrarium should contain items relevant to 
SCP-301 1's needs. 


Should the number of SCP-3011 instances exceed that of one 
hundred (100), staff are permitted to cull the population to ninety 
(90) individuals. 


Description: SCP-3011 is a population of ninety (90) northern blue- 
tongued skinks ( Tiliqua rugosa). 


Each instance of SCP-3011 is sapient and capable of speech. 
Isolated instances display limited problem-solving capacity; in 
groups, SCP-3011 instances are capable of cooperation and 
division of labour. Each instance of SCP-3011 is unique. Some 
instances have shown aggressive behaviour while others exhibit 
differing, individual personalities. Aggressive instances of SCP-3011 
tend to stay far away from the main groups and display solitary 
behaviour typical of non-anomalous blue-tongued skinks. 


Instances of SCP-3011 speak in high-pitched voices. SCP-3011 


speech is commonly interpreted to be "enthusiastic" by attending 
personnel. Typical topics of SCP-3011 conversation are the 
weather, bad omens, maritime navigation, foreign adventurism and 
braggadocious sexual conquests. At night the backs of SCP-3011 
produce a shimmering bio-luminescence. Caretakers have observed 
that this resembles the moon reflecting off the sea. 


SCP-3011's self-replication begins when exposed to prohibited 
paraphernalia. Instances of SCP-3011 will become aroused and 
engage in a mating ritual. All instances able to view one another will 
begin moving in unison. This rhythmic movement is noted to be 
enthusiastic and vigorous. No sexual intercourse is noted to occur. 
At the peak of activity, SCP-3011 will shed their tail, usually as a 
result of violent gyrations or flailing. If left undisturbed, tails shed in 
this manner will grow into full instances of SCP-3011 within 
approximately one minute, with a head emerging from the stump 
and arms and legs growing out of the tail's sides. These juvenile 
instances are indistinguishable from normal blue-tongued skinks, 
apart from their anomalous properties. 


In some cases, new instances of SCP-3011 produced via this 
process exhibit severe deformities or are stillborn. The instances 
that survive often show very minor changes in body pattern or 
tongue colour; however, due to the accumulation of these changes, 
later generations differ significantly from the progenitor. 


Interview SCP-3011 


[The following is an audio and video 
transcript of an interview with SCP-3011] 


Interviewed: Four instances of SCP-301 1 
hereafter named SCP-3011-1, SCP-3011-2, 
SCP-3011-3, and SCP-3011-4. 


Interviewer: Doctor Carson 


Foreword: Interview conducted with four 
instances of SCP-3011. This is the second 
attempt at interviewing SCP-3011 due to the 
first interview being interrupted by SCP-3011's 


erratic nature. 
<Begin Log> 
Doctor Carson: Where are you from? 


SCP-3011-1: Oh, we're a long way from our 
home, my boy. Born on the ragin' sea, you 
see. We don't make to land, ‘least not that we 
plan. 


SCP-3011-2: And now here we be. 


Doctor Carson: Alright, but how did you get 
here? 


SCP-3011-1: Didn't ye bring us here? On a 
ship of steel and e-lec-tricity? 


SCP-3011-2: There we were. Here we be! 


[All instances of SCP-3011 appear to dance in 
an excited manner.] 


Doctor Carson: Well, | guess it is a ship to 
you, huh? But back to my original question, 
before we took you in our 'ship'. How did you 
get here? To this land? Did you swim? 


SCP-3011-1: Not all of us can swim, boyo, but 
all of us can sail. 


SCP-3011-2: Aye and sail we did! 


SCP-3011-3: We been sailin' for a long time. 
Since a-fore you were a mite. An egg in your 
mother's cloaca. 


Doctor Carson: You sailed? What did you sail 
on? Are you not too small to sail? 


SCP-3011-1: Too small, says he. [SCP-301 1-1 


can be heard laughing.] 


SCP-3011-2: He should talk. This one. A 
‘captain's companion’ too soft for life at sea. 


SCP-3011-3: We sailed we did! On logs. On 
fronds. On flotsam and jetsam. 


SCP-3011-2: Boats too, we did. Dun forget the 
actual boats. 


SCP-3011-3: Those were later acquisitions. 
We didn't start with boats. 


[All SCP-3011 instances nod at each other.] 


Doctor Carson: The boats were later 
acquisitions? Can you elaborate on how you 
got the boats? 


SCP-3011-2: | wasn't on the crew yet. Do ye 
know? [Directed at the other instances of 
SCP-3011.] 


SCP-3011-1: Nay lad. That was before my 
time at sea. 


SCP-3011-4: Twas my time, lads. We were 
there when the first boats sailed. 


[There is a long pause between instances of 
SCP-3011 and Doctor Carson.] 


SCP-3011-4: We were just a young skink then. 
Barely a cabin boy. 


SCP-3011-4: Floating on a bed of freezing 
kelp were we. 


SCP-3011-4: Then, a group of your kind went 
past. Paddling in the sea. 


SCP-3011-4: Stowed away, we did. Among 
their baskets we hid. 


[SCP-301 1-4 nods.] 


Doctor Carson: So let me get this right. You 
made small rafts of wood, then managed to 
get on board an actual ship and hide in 
baskets... How did you go from baskets to 
ships? 


[All SCP-3011 instances laugh in unison.] 


SCP-3011-1: We don't build boats, boy. We 
sail. We're sailors. 


SCP-3011-3: We take what the sea brings us. 


SCP-3011-4: In fairness to the soft man. There 
is some ambiguity in my tale. 


SCP-3011-4: We hopped aboard canoes, 
paddled by whalers seeking whales. That must 
have been... 


SCP-3011-2: Before sail? 


Doctor Carson: Your tale is rather interesting. 
But you're not explaining me how you went 
from hiding in baskets to actually sailing ships. 


[At this point a guard standing at the door 
inside the room aadjusts their sleeve, revealing 
a tattoo of an anchor. All instances of 
SCP-3011 notice. They begin to dance wildly.] 


SCP-3011-1: Oh well... You see... 


SCP-3011-2: Ride the waves to hunt the 
whale! 


[All instances of SCP-3011 continue to dance 


wildly. SCP-301 1-4 sheds its tail.] 


SCP-3011-4: The baskets were on the ships. 
And on ships we stayed. On canoes, rafts, and 
oarships. 


Doctor Carson: Whoa, whoa! Calm down! 


[SCP-3011-4's tail has come off and starts to 
regrow. Soon after, all instances of SCP-3011 
shed their tails which soon start to regrow. All 
‘dances' coming from SCP-3011 intensify. 
SCP-3011 tails instantly start to regrow into 
new instances of SCP-3011.] 


SCP-3011-4: All hands on deck! All hands on 
deck! 


SCP-3011-3: Storms brewing! Storms coming! 


Doctor Carson: [Doctor Carson can be heard 
standing up, verbally reacting to SCP-3011's 
tail growing new limbs.] Shit- Shit! This wasn't 
on the file! 


[The shed tails are now completely new 
instances of SCP-3011. They join in the 
chorus being sung by their original instances. 
Singing halts after exactly 2 minutes. Nautical 
talk continues after. More tails are being 
dropped from the second generation of 
SCP-3011.] 


SCP-3011-4: [SCP-3011 speaks to Doctor 
Carson.] Son, have you ever been through the 
eye of a hurricane? 


Doctor Carson: /There is a few seconds of 
silence before Doctor Carson responds.] ... 
No? 


SCP-3011-4: You pass through the veil of rain 


and wind and storm to a place of calm. 
Serenity. While all around you the world howls. 


[At this point, it is noted that SCP-3011-4 loses 
its nautical accent.] 


SCP-3011-4: Sometimes you're there for 
hours. Sometimes minutes. 


SCP-3011-4: But there is only one way out. 


[Other instances of SCP-3011 continue 
dancing. Staff have described it as a ‘seething 
stormy sea’. The colour patterns on their backs 
begin to light up in a display of colours.] 


[Many instances of SCP-3011 have continued 
to multiply and have by now filled at least half 
the room.] 


SCP-3011-4: Son. Are you listening? 
[Statement appears to be directed at Doctor 
Carson as SCP-3011-4 stands in a clearing of 
other SCP-3011 instances.] 


[Doctor Carson is silent. The guard on duty 
can be seen trying to open the door but their 
attempt fails.] 


SCP-3011-4: Son, do you hear me. Do you 
understand? 


[Tails from other SCP-3011 instances on the 
ceiling fall and land on Doctor Carson as full 
instances of SCP-3011. As Doctor Carson 
brushes one away, it has been noted that it 
yells something unintelligible in Spanish.] 


SCP-3011-4: You need to come to the eye of 
the storm. 


[The guard at the door begins to open fire 


upon instances of SCP-3011 having failed to 
escape. ] 


SCP-3011-4: If you don't swim you'll sink, 
Doctor. 


[Staff have speculated that at this point 
SCP-3011-4 resembles the eye of a storm ina 
hurricane. The guard has since been fatally 
crushed under the weight of swarming 
SCP-3011 instances.] 


SCP-3011-1-3: Then blow, ye winds and blow! 
An’ a-rovin' | will go. I'll stay no more on 
England's shore to hear sweet music play. For 
I'm on the move to me own true love ten 
thousand miles away. 


[SCP-3011-4 crawls over to Doctor Carson.] 
SCP-3011-4: Swim, boy, swim. 


[As Doctor Carson wades towards 
SCP-3011-4, there are several fragments of 
sentences being said by instances of 
SCP-3011] 


SCP-3011-???: We'll make port before she 
hits 


SCP-3011-??7?: -Too much ice! Too mu- 


SCP-3011-???: Blow and go! BLOW AND 
GO! 


SCP-3011-??? We've run aground! 


[Doctor Carson has managed to get to 
SCP-3011-4. The interview table gently 'floats' 
on the hoard of SCP-3011.] 


SCP-3011-4: Hold on tight. We're not through 


out of him. Like insect legs, but, all in random places... 
from his chest, his arms, and...one of ‘em was pokin’ out 
of of his eyeball. His eye was just gone. And his mouth... 
there were these, like, these pinchers. Mandibles. All 
black. And there were these things... 


I.: Continue. 


: These things...centipedes...crawling in and outta 
holes in his flesh. He looked at me — his one eye’d gone 
all...it looked all like a bug’s eye, with facets, and stuff, 
and...he laughed. | think he did, anyway. 


I.: And then? 
: He...he ran away. 
I.: Thank you. 
<End Log> 
Addendum 4 


Security Level 4 


Announcement: Signal of standard MTF anti-defection 
tracker located [DATA EXPUNGED], eighteen miles 
away from Site- . Signal associated with Tell. 
Tracking procedure initialized. Infection risk to be 
negated at all costs. -O5- 


« SCP-362 | SCP-363 | SCP-364 » 


this yet. 


[The structural integrity of the interview room 
door fails. Containment breach causing 7 
casualties as a result, with Dr. Carson not 
being recovered. Audio log drowned out by 
SCP-3011 vocalisations.] 


<End Log> 
Closing Statement: Epilogue: Autopsy of the 
guard on duty at the time revealed several 


dead and alive instances of SCP-3011 in their 
lungs, throat and stomach 


Current number of SCP-3011 instances in containment: 3917 


SCP-3012: Smoke the Reefer, Meet the Reaper 


Item #: SCP-3012 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: Currently, SCP-3012 is 
uncontained. Foundation Als (ATLS-67 and GRGN-2) are to monitor 
street cameras in major cities and internet communications for 
appearances or descriptions of SCP-3012-1. 


Mobile Task Force Gamma-42 (“Buzzkills”) is currently focused on 
acquisition of the entity, if possible, along with cleanup of Dybbuk 
events. Cleanup of Dybbuk events require administration of 
appropriate amnestics to affected civilians and removal of confirmed 
instances of SCP-3012-1. All research into SCP-3012 is to focus 
upon a method of predicting Dybbuk events. 


If possible, SCP-3012 is to be contained during a Dybbuk event. 
Due to the use of the Scranton Reality-Anchor in containing 
SCP-3012's former form, all MTF G-42 members are to be equipped 
with handheld SRAs. 


Archived Special Containment Procedures: 
+ Open 


SCP-3012 is to remain in the center of three overlapping 
Scranton Reality-Anchors at all times. This has proven 
effective in stopping its ability to teleport to the sites of 
future Dybbuk events and also from performing them 
within the site. 


SCP-3012 is to be given four novels a month, with an 
emphasis placed on the horror genre. SCP-3012's room 
is to be sparsely furnished at its request. 


Description: SCP-3012 is an incorporeal entity at the source of 
Dybbuk events. Prior to its physical form expiring, SCP-3012 was 
contained under the same designation at Site-93's Anomalous 
Humanoid Wing. 


SCP-3012's primary effect involves the creation of SCP-3012-1 
instances at locations where children and teenagers congregate. 
SCP-3012-1 refers to messages that spontaneously appear inside 
and around the location of a Dybbuk event. Instances of 
SCP-3012-1 are drawn in charcoal, red paint, and, in rare cases, 
crayon. SCP-3012-1 instances vary in content, but most involve 
threats of grievous bodily harm and routinely incorporate the names 
of individuals within SCP-3012's current location. SCP-3012 has 
also demonstrated the ability to cause visual and audio phenomena 
at the site of a Dybbuk event, normally manifesting in dark figures 
and laughter without a source. 


Dybbuk events are defined by the appearance of SCP-3012-1 
instances. Dybbuk events precede the occurrence of an event that 
could potentially prove fatal to one or more of the targets; the 
apparent purpose of Dybbuk events is to motivate the targets to 
evacuate the area before this event occurs. The method SCP-3012 
uses to predict these events is unclear. 


Examples of SCP-3012-1 Instances: 
Smoke the Reefer, Meet the Reaper 


Kevin Kevin Kevin Kevin KeVI N i love you and i need 
you to say with me i need you to stay here and i need 
you to never leave 


Tick Tock, Little Boys. Tick Tock. 


[Full Name Deleted] | Am Going To Eviscerate All You 
Hold Dear In This World 


help me oh god help me he's here he's coming please 
hel 


[This message appeared next to a crudely drawn 


pentagram] The Father Rises. Rejoice. 


Cry Cry Cry All You want you Can't Get AWAY from the 
boogEyman 


Get Out Of My Fucking House 


let me fucking touch you just once let me fucking touch 
you eddie you smell so pretty 


Archived Interview-3012-2W: 
+ Open 


Dr. Weinberg: Good morning, SCP-3012. 
Have you slept well? 


SCP-3012: Yeah, you know | don't sleep, dog. 
Probs got wild cameras looking at my dick all 
the time. Got an itch | can't scratch, and it 
sucks real bad. 


Dr. Weinberg: You're referring here to Dybbuk 
events? 


SCP-3012: Oh fuck yeah. Is that what you're 
calling those? Pretty good name. | mean, | 
don't know what a dybbuk is, really, but | saw 
Rugrats as a kid. Cool shit, cool shit. 


Dr. Weinberg: | believe it is fitting. You're only 
trying to scare them, aren't you? The house 
we took you out of just collapsed yesterday. 
How did you know that was going to happen? 


SCP-3012: | get pulled. | get pulled real hard. 
You'dn't get it. | don't think you'd get any of it, 
Dr. Dorko. It just makes sense. Like the sheep 
from when | was a kid. 


Dr. Weinberg: You have memories of your 
past life? That's so strange, considering... 


SCP-3012: Considering what? 


Dr. Weinberg coughs and looks to the camera 
for verification on how to continue. Due to 
unforeseen possible anomalies, “Misters 
Against Weed” and others are normally given 
no information surrounding the containment of 
other instances.