Attempts to halt the progress of SCP-1201-2 toward SCP-1201 have 
been effectively unsuccessful, as the entity appears to assault 
researchers when coerced, and prolonged confinement of the entity 
seems to produce an adverse effect originating near SCP-1201. 
SCP-1201-2 is not hostile toward researchers during its 
manifestations but will actively attempt to remove or disable barriers 
between it and SCP-1201. SCP-1201-2 appears to be highly 
vulnerable to electrical shock but further attempts to halt the 
progress of SCP-1201 are not recommended due to events outlined 
in Document-1201-B. 


Document 1201-A: Events of / /2002, Area 1201 


Foreword: Fifth recorded incidence and observation of the 
manifestation of SCP-1201-2. The entity was questioned alongside 
researchers keeping pace with the movement of the entity on a pre- 
constructed motion track. The entity was visible for 20 seconds 
before disappearing into SCP-1201. 


SCP-1201-2 manifests 47 meters from SCP-1201. 
Subject appears heavily bruised around the torso and 
face, with third degree burns covering the body. 
SCP-1201-2 appears to regenerate to typical 
appearance in the space of 12.3 seconds before righting 
itself and sprinting toward SCP-1201. Agent Breen 
attempts communication. 


SCP-1201-2: The hell do you guys want? 
Agent Breen: What are you doing? 
SCP-1201-2: Going to meet Beth. 

Agent Breen: Who is Beth? 
SCP-1201-2: A real bitch. 

Agent Breen: What is Beth? 
SCP-1201-2: A bitch. 


Agent Breen: Thank you for your cooperation. 
SCP-1201-2 disappears into SCP-12017. 
END LOG 

Document 1201-B: Events of / /1999, Area 1201 


Foreword: Second recorded incidence and observation of the 
manifestation of SCP-1201-2. The entity was temporarily disabled 
with a prefabricated electric field after regenerating. The entity was 
incapacitated for 18 seconds before power to the grid was removed 
by Agent Sanders and SCP-1201-2 was released. 


Agent Sanders: You're going to want to cooperate with 
us. 


SCP-1201-2: The fuck is your problem? 


SCP-1201-2 attempts to break from the electrical current 
but is not successful. 


Agent Sanders: We're going to need some information 
before you go anywhere. 


SCP-1201-2: Not telling you shit. 


SCP-1201 begins shaking, and partially fractures from its 
foundation. A long, smooth, black mass with the 
appearance of a tongue, which will henceforth be 
referred to as SCP-1201-3, can be seen partially probing 
from SCP-1201. The tongue stretches in length over 40 
meters toward Agent Sanders. 


Agent Sanders terminates the power to the containment 
on SCP-1201-2. SCP-1201-2 rights itself and collides 
with the appendage of SCP-1201-3, making contact and 
crashing into a wall. 


Flames begin to funnel out from the mouth of SCP-1201 
and SCP-1201-2 is severely burned. SCP-1201-2 is 
pulled into the air by SCP-1201-3. 


SCP-1201-2: You bitch! 


SCP-1201-2 has the tip of the appendage in a headlock, 
20 meters above ground. SCP-1201-2 begins tearing 
into the skin of the appendage with its teeth. 


SCP-1201-3 falls to the ground with SCP-1201-2. 


Flames begin to increase in volume from the mouth of 
SCP-1201. Temperature in the immediate area 
increases by 20 degrees Celsius. 


SCP-1201-2, still in possession of the end of 
SCP-1201-3, dives into the mouth of SCP-1201. 


END LOG 
Document 1201-C: Events of / /2003, Area 1201 


Foreword: Sixth recorded incidence and observation of the 
manifestation of SCP-1201-2. The entity was questioned alongside 
researchers keeping pace with the movement of the entity on a pre- 
constructed motion track. The entity was visible for 21 seconds 
before disappearing into SCP-1201. 


SCP-1201-2 manifests 49 meters from SCP-1201. 
Subject appears with a large hole in its torso. 
SCP-1201-2 appears to regenerate to typical 
appearance in the space of 12.3 seconds before righting 
itself and sprinting toward SCP-1201. Agent Breen 
attempts communication. 


SCP-1201-2: You guys are persistent. 
Agent Breen: Please tell us what you're doing. 


SCP-1201-2: Fine, fine. Since you're so fucking adamant 
about it. This has been going on for quite some time. 
Beth just doesn't know when to give up. I'm trying to 
teach it who the real king of Candy Land is. 


Agent Breen: You're being facetious? 


SCP-1201 jumps into the air, maintaining momentum 
while delivering a kick to Agent Breen's head. Agent 
Breen's head is severed and explodes on impact with a 
nearby wall. 


SCP-1201-2: You're ruining the fun. 
SCP-1201-2 disappears into SCP-1201. 
END LOG 

Document 1201-: Events of / /20 , Area 1201 


« SCP-1200 | SCP-1201 | SCP-1202 » 


Document 1201- 


Events of / /20 , Area 1201 


Foreword: recorded incidence and observation of the 


manifestation of SCP-1201-2. The entity was questioned alongside 
researchers keeping pace with the movement of the entity on a pre- 


constructed motion track. The entity was visible for 15 seconds 
before disappearing with Agent Sanders into SCP-1201. 


SCP-1201-2 manifests 40 meters from SCP-1201. 
Subject appears covered in a viscous pink fluid, with mild 
burns covering the body. SCP-1201-2 appears to 
regenerate to typical appearance in the space of 12.3 
seconds before righting itself and sprinting toward 
SCP-1201. Agent Sanders attempts communication. 


SCP-1201-2: You again, there, boss! HOWDY FUCKING 
DO? 


Agent Sanders: Your compliance with testing protocol 
would be greatly appreciated. 


SCP-1201-2: Sure about that? Sure you ain't gonna fuck 
everything up? 


Agent Sanders: ...yes. 
SCP-1201: You better not be a fucking noob. 


SCP-1201-2 grabs Agent Sanders by the right leg and 
disappears into SCP-1201. 


END LOG 
Document 1201- : Personal Notes 


There was no sign of any place where we could have arrived, no 


entrance, no device for travel. | checked my pulse, felt along my 
skin: slightly elevated heartbeat, and | was mildly warm. | would 
have to say that at that time | was also fairly distressed, so | 
apologize for any inaccuracies in advance. 


After the entity released my leg and dropped me | found myself on 
the surface of a very small, empty, rocky planet. The sun was at 
least three times as large in the sky, if it was the sun we know of. | 
would not be surprised if it was Mercury, although this thought was 
briefly quelled as | could see what appeared to be a large, flaming 
serpent making loops in the distance on the sun's surface. 


Strangely enough | did not have trouble breathing or staring directly 
into the sun, and | was not at all affected by the intense heat. When 
questioned, 1201-2 responded with "It's just fucking atmosphere." 
When questioned if this was the place it always returned to when 
SCP-1201-2 entered the well, it responded "That would be lame as 
fuck." 


1201-2 appeared to be running in place for a few brief moments 
before the next event happened. | found that | could not advance 
either. When questioned | was told that "It's fucking countdown." So, 
| remained walking in place as 1201-2 was doing. 


| fell forward on my face after hearing a large crystalline chime, and 
1201-2 began laughing and issued a slur of insults before 
disappearing far ahead of me. When | got my footing, | found that 
moving was rather effortless, and | was running at about three times 
as fast as | normally can. The experience was quite exhilarating if 
you don't mind me saying. 


| asked it where we were going. It told me that "We gotta find Beth 
and kill that bitch." Like you, | wasn't entirely sure who Beth was or 
why 1201-2 wanted to kill it, so | just continued running alongside 
1201-2. In time | could see an enormous black mass of tentacles 
floating in the distance. | asked 1201-2 what it was and it told me it 
was "Fucking cheap as shit." When | asked to clarify the specific 
nature of the entity, 1201-2 told me "It's just fucking overpowered." 


So, being a bit hesitant, | slowed down a bit and let 1201-2 take the 
lead. When we got a bit closer, it spoke. I'm not sure | can recall its 


exact words, but it kept referring to 1201-2 as its "bitch" and that "he 
sucked so bad". 1201-2 was visibly upset, and told it that it "should 
make the first move". That's when the entity, which I'm assuming to 
be 1201-3, advanced on 1201-2 and began whipping its tentacles 
wildly at it. The motions themselves were peculiar in the sense that 
each separate attack by 1201-2, and 1201-3 did not differ in motion 
in the least bit, and was accompanied by a matching "cry". I'm fairly 
certain | saw 1201-2 instantly right itself about four times after being 
struck by the tentacles. 


Yeah, right... after that it... 1201-2 told me "I'm getting low, fucking 
help me you fucking noob." Which | have to say was completely 
nonsensical because he had just allowed the thing to attack him in 
the first pla- I'm sorry I'm getting off track here. 


1201-2 retreated, froze in place, and begun glowing in a green light. 
| was forced to attack the entity myself or run from it as its attention 
was now turned to me. | was caught off guard momentarily by a 
blinding light emanating from 1201-3's center, and unable to move 
for one reason or another. 1201-2 told me that "If | wasn't a fucking 
noob, | could ‘glitch’ stuns". I'm not entirely sure what he was 
referring to, but after one or two seconds | could move again. That's 
when one of its tentacles pierced through me... | saw an explosion 
of gore from my chest, but | felt absolutely no pain whatsoever, and 
the gore itself disappeared into the air. After seeing this | was a bit 
more motivated to approach 1201-3 and speak to it as | was sure it 
could not harm me. 


| continued running toward the creature, trying to ignore the circling 
clouds of tentacles and gore around my body. | asked it what it was, 
but there was no response. It seemed rather focused on attacking 
me. After a short time | started moving more slowly and | could hear 
a loud, heartbeat sound in my head. 


| could see 1201-2 circling in on it from behind out of the corner of 
my eye. The heartbeat noise in my head was deafeningly loud at 
that point, and | could barely move, and that's when | heard 1201-2's 
voice yell "You lost, bitch!", followed by 1201-3 exploding. 


A voice, the location it was produced from | cannot specify, asked 
1201-2 "How it got a fucking NPC in a deathmatch." before | 


reappeared at area 1201. 


SCP-1202: Lost Voice 


Item #: SCP-1202 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: The subject exposed to 
SCP-1202 is to be quarantined from other site staff and personnel 
unless outfitted with clothing completely covering their entire body. A 
skin suit is equipped to the exposed subject after transfer of 
SCP-1202. The afflicted subject is to transfer ‘access’ to SCP-1202 
to one other test subject before termination or death. It is 
recommended SCP-1202 be tested on D-Class already scheduled 
for termination. 


Description: SCP-1202 was recovered beneath a frozen lake near 
Site- in , Canada. Personnel reported trouble sleeping and 
auditory hallucinations that often referenced the location of 
SCP-1202. A team was sent to investigate the lake based on the 
collective reports. A small wooden canoe was discovered in 
fragments on the lakebed next to an irregular ice formation. The 
chamber behind the blockage was empty save for the frozen and 
emaciated remains of the body of one human male, later DNA 
tested and carbon-dated, thusly identified as belonging to tribes 
once native to the lower portion of South America eight hundred 
years ago. 


The corpse itself has no interesting properties except the position of 
the body: one hand is fixed on the forehead and the other appears 
to be working a now absent object into its ear canal. Whether the 
cause of death is suicide or cold is unconfirmed. 


The agent who first made physical contact with the corpse began to 
hear a voice that did not cease until he had made contact with 
another human. The exposed D-class reported hearing the voice 
after grasping Agent _’s hand and indefinitely afterwards. The 
exact mechanism that enables this transfer is unknown, as is the 


manner in which SCP-1202 communicates with the subjects. 


SCP-1202 will converse with the afflicted subjects, lecturing them 
about a variety of topics, notably theoretical physics, biology, and 
the classified study of [DATA EXPUNGED]. The psychological effect 
tends to be detrimental as the voice rarely ceases to ‘talk’ for periods 
any longer than twenty seconds. The current D-class responsible for 
bearing SCP-1202 requested to be euthanized at one week. 


The voice classified as SCP-1202 identifies itself as ,a 
former researcher at Site-18. Whether or not SCP-1202 is Dr. 

is still being debated, although inquiries expressed to test 
subjects ‘bearing’ SCP-1202 match archived profiles of the late 
researcher. 


Documentation: Transcription from Agent 


Foreword: Agent began hearing the voice while in the company 
of the coroner who was examining the body found in the cave. Agent 

notified the Site Director. He was then tasked to record his initial 
conversation with SCP-1202. 


Hello? Can you hear me? | know you can hear me! Oh 
good. I’ve been expecting someone to come along, and 
here you are. You touched him didn’t you? My old 
friend? Yes, him. The one | had the falling out with ages 
ago. | was just having a conversation with him and then 
you came along. 


What? Him? The frozen one with the splinter in his 
head? Oh yes of course he’s dead, are you stupid? 
Stupid one he was too, my old friend. No offense to him 
but it’s true; love him to death, that stupid one. He 
thought he could run. He ran all the way here. The man 
crossed an entire continent to get away from me, ended 
up in a hole in the ice jamming a pick into his ear. | told 
him not to, again and again. 


Who am |? I’m [REDACTED]! Who am |? I’m responsible 
for [DATA EXPUNGED}], the entire organization owes a 
great debt to me! Hmmm? Of course you’re interested. 


Yes I'll tell you, but first I’d like to chat about things that 
we can both understand. Do you see that man in front of 
you? Yes the one with the beard. I’m going to need you 
to kill him for me. Yes I’m serious! How else will we get 
into headquarters undetected? He has the keycard, he 
has access to the [REDACTED], and once | get to it | 
can be done with all this mess. 


No? | should have figured you weren't the type. Oh well. 


No don’t tell him you’re hearing things! What? You 
already did? Are you an idiot? How long have you been 
working here to be stupid enough to tell them you're 
hearing things? Ah. Well at least | know why you're 
recording what I'm saying. | figured you were just insane 
to begin with. That's a relief. You know, they’re going to 
throw you into one of those rooms now! They'll have you 
drink that gelatin that perverted doctor isn't allowed to 
touch! Worse, they'll Keep me in here! I’m just far too 
interesting for them to get rid of. 


How? That is a good question, although you are too 
stupid to understand. Let’s say | was playing with strings 
and struck a wonderful note. Yes I’m referring to that, 
you dunce. You're familiar with the concept. Sure. | bet 
you're familiar with the theory of relativity too, familiar like 
I’m familiar with my strange uncle. | mean learned, my 
stupid friend, learned and familiar, like how I’m familiar 
with your brain. 


No, technically I’m not alive. Not in a biological sense. 
No. You wouldn’t understand. The Aztec man? I’m 
guessing roughly one thousand years ago. Yes, | failed 
miserably at poking sticks into space-time. What? No! I'm 
not going to explain, you wouldn't understand! 


No, I’m not going anywhere. We've hardly even met. 
How rude of you. 


Note: 
He's humming now. He won't stop humming. He's been 


humming loudly for several hours.