Who sent them? And exactly for what reason? 
Status Update 5615-YY-23 


All the members of The Virus capture team have ended up in the 
medical ward with severe illness and side effects due to a complete 
lack of bacteria in and on their body, which has unbalanced their 
immune systems. As some bacteria is necessarily, or helpful, they 
have come down with rare esoteric diseases which most humans 
are protected from. Commander Riger for example has developed 
an intestinal fungus last found on the earth three thousand years 
ago owing to the absence of any microbes in his gastrointestinal 
tract. 


Document from Research and Observation sent to the Head of 
Security for Site 


List of weapons possessed by the Virus: 


All legs are extraordinarily sharp. The data so far indicts that 

at enough speed they could slice through any material found 

on Earth. They seem to be akin to nanofiber knifes, and have 
approximately the same cutting ability. They are also used in 

impaling. 


Legs three and six have missile launchers attached to them. 
These lob bolts of energy that when hit the target cause a 
small explosion. They can be launched as balls (which can roll 
and bounce) or streaks. 


Leg five near the bottom splits off into six separate thick 
metallic claws, separated from each by 60 degree angles. 
These claws can pinch open and shut. When pressed 
together they shoot an energy that can pass through walls, 
and selectively choose it targets. The energy can also hit a 
target and prime it for explosion, whether that explosion 
happens seconds or hours later. 


Near the meeting point of the body and the head, there is a 
spot where blades fly out at great speeds. These blades can 
slice in a circle around the point and then are folded back in. 
The upper limit seems to be three at this time. 


The Virus can drill through solid surfaces, including human 
bodies. It can also fall from a distance to increase momentum 
in the piercing. 


From certain points on the crystalline head, steady lasers can 
emanate. They remain straight lines that can be moved to cut 
anything in their path. 


A pulse that is emitted from The Virus's crystalline head. This 
pulse has been confirmed to kill all bacteria in a mile radius. 
Lethality is 100 percent, unless the victim is put on life support 
immediately, and injected with new micro-organisms. 


(scrawled on the paper) 


They aren't going to waste that treatment on your group, Sargassi. 
Be careful. 


Head of Security Sarasgassi Mutusah's Briefing: 


Sarasgassi Mutusah: Now you've read the weapons list. And it isn't 
pretty. If this thing wakes up from hibernation or whatever the fuck 
it's doing, and decides to act the way it was before, we're fucked. 
But that doesn't mean we're not going to try to contain it. A report 
should be coming soon. I've heard rumors that the people upstairs 
might even lend us a stasis field. They might use the beloved 
taxpayers money to build it a vacuum cell. It so, lucky us. It's locked 
up pretty tightly then. Good. But if they suddenly decided to be 
stringy, or for some reason we don't get any good gear, or it takes to 
long, we're not going to freak out. It's going to be business as usual, 
ok? We're just going to have to put our trust in our guns. We're 
going to do this in an orderly fashion no matter how much it worries 
us. No visitors unless permission from the O5s. The room is 
guarded at all time. We're going to install titanium reinforcements. 
Set up a camera feed and throw in some plated glass. Don't roll your 
eyes at me Johnson. You think | give a fuck that it can break 
through? It makes the scientists feel better. We're going to patrol the 
hallways surrounding the room. | want all the adjacent rooms in lock 
down so this thing doesn't inadvertently cause a mass escape. Hell, 
in fact, I'm putting this whole site in lock down until this thing gets 
figured out.... 


Juan Gonalez: Them I'm guessing topside- 


Sarasgassi Mutusah: Yeah (twirls finger) get the tanks rolling... well 
i think that should be it... oh if any of you don't have heavy arms yet, 
go to the weapons master and get equipped... What was that? You 
think | care if Gatling guns strain your back? Ok, get out of here and 
get to work... wait... | want a full shift around the clock too! No 
skeleton crew! 


(groans) 


Sarasgassi Mutusah: You think you guys could sleep anyways after 
hearing about this thing? 


953 Interview A 


Interviewed: Agent , henceforth referred to as "Agent" 
(Addendum: As per the Wilkes-Booth/Oswald Protocol, all 
information on O5- 's prior identity has been removed.) 


Interviewer: Assistant Director , henceforth referred to as 
"Interviewer". 


Foreword: This interview took place on - - __, two days after the 
capture of SCP-9530n - - (See SCP-953 Appendix 953-V: Prior 
Incidents, Casualties Resulting From). Agent was the only 
survivor of the incident, during which he accomplished the task of 
capturing SCP-953 alive. The following is a transcript of the after- 
action debriefing that took place following SCP-953's securement. 


Addendum: On - -_ , this transcript was digitized under the 
Foundation Modernization Directive. Confirmation of file integrity 
confirmed by Tech Operator V_ . Some formatting, terminology, and 
compatability discrepancies with modern Interview Logs may exist 
due to the Restructuring of |. Where possible, current equivalents 
have been appended. 


<Begin Log> 


Alright, let's begin. Please state your name, rank, and registry 
number for the record. 


Agent , Fifth Squad, Eastern Division Note: Following the 
Restructuring of _ , this unit was redesignated Mobile Containment 
Task Force Theta-3, "Silla Daggers." 


Thanks. Can you tell me what you remember about the events 
onand around -- ? 


All right. Um... where do you want me to start. 


Audio Log of Conversation between Doctor Buried and Doctor 
Rumez: 


Doctor Rumez: What is that red light going around and around The 
Virus? Its been projecting it for hours. And I've looked at the security 
footage and it has touched almost every part of the base. 


Doctor Buried: We discovered that it lingers, almost imperceptibly, 
on computer, books, and other writings. 


Doctor Rumez: ....are you... 
Doctor Buried: It's a translator, Vanessa. 
Audio Log of The Virus' cell at 2100 hours: 


The Virus: LINGUISTIC SYNTHESIS COMPLETE. 100 PERCENT. 
COMMENCE COMMUNICATION (legs pop back out of head and it 
stands up) 


Doctor Buried: Oh my god. 


The Virus: COMMUNICATION HAS BEEN DEEMED STRATEGIC 
BY BATTLE CORE. IT IS IN MY BEST INTERESTS TO 
ENDEAVOUR TO CEASE HOSTILITIES. | DID NOT KNOW YOU 
WERE CONSCIOUS ENTITIES BEFORE. 


Doctor Buried: ah... were...do you come... who... where did you 
come from? 


The Virus: FOR- 
(loud sound blares all other noises) 


Transcript of Conversation between Doctor Gregore and 
Sarasgassi Mutusah: 


Doctor Gregore: Turn the god dam alarm off! 


Sarasgassi Mutusah: My evacuation orders are still in effect. | have 
deemed the situation- 


Doctor Gregore: It's not attacking! It's talking! 
Sarasgassi Mutusah: Excuse me? 

Doctor Gregore: It's sentient! 

Audio Log of The Virus' cell at 2134 Hours: 
Prof. Stringnik: What is your name? 


The Virus: MY IDENTIFICATION NUMBER IS VIRAL ORGANISM 
133345355675 BUILT IN STATION 3435353533535353. 


Prof. Stringnik: What is your function? 


The Virus: | AM A WAR MACHINE WITH ESPIONAGE , 
REPLICATING, AND SCOUT ABILITIES SPECIFICALLY 
DESIGNED TO EXCEL ON EARTH. 


Prof. Stringnik: War machine? who are fighting against? 


The Virus: THE BACTERIUM, THE RULING POWER ON THIS 
PLANET. 


Prof. Stringnik: What? Human beings are the- 


The Virus: NEGATIVE. UNTIL YESTERDAY IT WAS UNKNOWN 
THAT YOU WERE EVEN CONSCIOUS. 


Prof. Stringnik: | see... ah... so tell more of the conflict between your 
kind and the Bacterium. 


The Virus: THEY CLAIM WE ARE INVADERS. THAT WE HAVE NO 
RIGHT TO BE HERE. THEY SAY THEY ARE THE OWNERS OF 
THIS WORLD. THE SHEPHERDS OF THE FLESH GLOBULES. 
THEY INHABIT THE GREAT STRUCTURES, MULTIPLY AND 
CHANGE THEM. THEY ARE AMBASSADORS TO THE DEEP 
MOLDS WHO WE MUST DESTROY. WE DUEL IN BATTLEFIELDS 
OF MEAT ACID AND IN THE WET BETWEEN. 


Prof. Stringnik: Why are you so large when all the others of your 
kind are small? 


The Virus: | AM NOT AN ANOMALY. | AM SIMPLY NOT MEANT 
TO BE IN THIS UNIVERSE. | COME FROM AN ALTERNATE 
PERMUTATION. IT IS UNWIELDY TO MOVE UNDER ONES OWN 
POWER FROM THE VOID TO THE ASSIGNED PLANET, SO WE 
USE TELEPORTATION. IT IS RARE BUT NOT UNHEARD FOR 
THE WORMHOLE TO DISPLACE THE TRAVELER IN PARALLEL 
AXIS. 


Prof. Stringnik: So in your home dimension, everyone's this big? 
The Virus: AFFIRMATIVE. 
Prof. Stringnik: Do you have any plans or means to return? 


The Virus: | AM CURRENTLY BEING TRACKED. A CONNECTION 
WILL BE ESTABLISHED AND REMAIN OPEN UNTIL | ENTER. 


Prof. Stringnik: | see. Can someone else take over for me? | have to 
talk to an overseer. 


Interview Four with The Virus: 


Doctor Gung: Why did you go on that rampage when you entered 
our reality? 


The Virus: | WAS IN PANIC MODE. THE ENVIRONMENT WAS 
ONE | WAS NOT PROGRAMMED FOR. IT DEFIED MY LOGIC 
SYSTEMS. COHERENCY WAS AT 43 PERCENT. 


Doctor: Really? What caused you to stop? 


The Virus: AFTER SEVERAL IMPROBABLE EVENTS OCCURRED 
| REALIZED | WAS BEING ASSAULTED BY INTELLIGENT 
CREATURES. IF | COULD INTEGRATE THEIR PROCESS’, | 
WOULD BE ABLE TO SEE THE SURROUNDINGS THROUGH 
THEIR PARADIGM. THIS WOULD HALT DEGENERACY. 


Doctor Gung: So now you're fine? You're at an acceptable level? 


The Virus: NEGATIVE. SANITY IS STILL SLIPPING, HOWEVER IT 
IS AT A SLIGHTLY SLOWER RATE. THE ARTIFICIAL MIND | 
HAVE CREATED TO CONVERSE WITH YOU DAMAGES THE 


ORIGINAL PRE SET PARAMETERS. IN TWO POINT FIVE 
HOURS A MARKEDLY INCREASE IN AGGRESSION, PANIC, AND 
ANALYSIS FAILURE WILL BE OBVIOUS TO OUTSIDE 
OBSERVERS. WHEN IT REACHES THIS | MUST SHUT DOWN 
AND DETONATE, SINCE NO RETRIEVAL TEAM IS SENT FOR 
ME. 


Doctor Gung: Is there any way to continue this exchange without 
harming your mind? 


The Virus: (it lowers its bodies and a twisted object extends out of its 
head, a blue, glowing, extension that looks like a light filament) 
INJECTION INTO THE LOWER STATUS LIFEFORM TO YOUR 
LEFT WOULD CREATE A COPY OF ME THAT COULD RETAIN 
PARTS OF A HUMAN MIND. THIS COULD BE USED TO 
FACILITATE A EASIER UNDERSTANDING. 


Doctor Gung: oh god no... no..we don't want to do that, at least not 
yet. 


Extract from Classified Overseer Material: 


A few signs that require a Bl-class end of the world scenario to be 
declared is the presence of a technology, organization, or entity that 
could feasibly open up a portal from one dimension to another, 
where some force capable of invasion resides. Another is if a large 
group of aliens arrive within our solar system or have the means to 
do so in a short span of time. Do not focus on the differences 
between the two situations, and subsets in one situation, it is not the 
width or distance that matters, or the metaphorical closeness 
between alterations of the timeline or laws of physics, only the ease 
that they could reach Earth, whether this be from a complete 
different plane of existence or the moon. 


Note from Overseer to Overseer 


| know Professor Stringnik is pushing for a BI but he always does 
ignore the more mundane issues. Probably cause they're too boring. 
What about a NK-class? | know it's not as exciting, but did you hear 
the tapes? Any guess on how big the detonation going to be? 


Interview Five: 
Prof. Stringnik: Just one final question. 
The Virus: YES? 


Prof. Stringnik: Why do you persist in scanning? | thought you said 
you translated enough already. And yes we detected it. You thought 
you could hide it from us by putting it on another frequency? 


THE VIRUS: | SCAN FOR INFORMATION. 
Prof. Stringnik: But isn't additional data detrimental to your stability? 


The Virus: INDEPENDENT DETACHED PROCESSORS HAVE 
DETERMINED THAT MY SURVIVAL IS NEGLIGABLE 
COMPARED TO THE USEFULNESS OF THE INFORMATION | AM 
CURRENTLY OBTAINING. 


Prof. Stringnik: Useful? Useful for what! 
Incident Report 6001-XX-32: 
Witness: Igor Black Date: / / / 


Soon after the sixth interview with the virus, a temporal disturbance 
was detected approximately one yard away to its right. The Virus 
immediately begin moving towards what appeared to me to be a 
window, that wavered like a heat vision, on the wall. As there were 
barriers separating its cell from the portal, the virus had to use force 
to reach its destination. It lifted up one leg and in a throwing motion 
spun a small disc against the wall. The disc attached to the wall and 
then exploded, created a hole which it walked through. It did this 
three other times for three other walls all the while getting hit with 
rifle fire. As it reached the- 


Extract from Monthly Psychological Review of Stephen Foot: 


Stephen Foot: And | looked in and jesus... | saw... | saw these 
colors and these perspectives. And the sounds were indescribable, 
thumping and clashing louder than planes taking off. Booming from 
the hole. And then | saw this giant blob that was expanding and 


twitching these little tentacles on its body. Since the rip was floating 
in the air, it looked like this thing, this blob was floating there too. 
And there's this black pole off in the side... | think... | think it was a 
human hair! 


Extract from the Journal of Doctor Buried: 


Right it before it entered the portal, it paused and faced us. 
Everyone stopped shooting. It begin to talk, and | actually thought it 
was trying to leave on a... | don't know...friendly note. It said in a 
bewildered, well | guess as bewildered as that computer voice could 
sound, tone "You think? | did...i did not know this" | felt this ray of 
hope, like we had connected with something, maybe not an alliance, 
but some kind of understanding. Good things could come out of this 
knowleage. But then it said kind of quietly "You think... | will tell 
them... | will.... many will infect your minds and become one... will 
control..... this will help us" And then it left... 


What have we done to the other world? What have we done to this 
one? 


Extract from the Journal of Doctor Cooker: 


You know, psychics and telepaths, no matter how well they train, no 
matter how well their mental blocks are, always hear this static in the 
background. while laying down. while thinking quietly. while 
sleeping. it was always assumed this was because while they could 
block out constantly listening in on a conscious level, they still hear 
the thoughts of others ever so slightly, a mumbling that wouldn't go 
away. but what if it's not people's thoughts? what if it's just... little 
minds... very tiny ones... that if anyone actually stopped ignoring 
like they were suppose to for one moment and tried to reach, would 
be discovered to be completely alien? 


The Ballad of Santa Troy 


Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the site 
Everyone was busy, typing up skips (well, except Bright). 
Pixel and Moose fought to keep peace in the chat, 

For the Christmas trolls had awoken; poor ones at that. 


Kalinin was writhing, though snuggled in bed, 

For fears of awful skips were dancing through his head. 
Drewbear sharpened his paws, and Zyn fluttered her wings, 
Preparing for the newbies (among other such things). 


When out from the wiki, there arose such a clatter 

And Kaktus yelled "By my spines, what on Earth is the matter?" 
To the forums they flew, Reject and Gaffney in a flash. 

To see to their horror, SCP-231 musings like a rash. 


The questions of [DATA EXPUNGED] briefly fluttered on the page; 
For an eternity these would come, but must never be allowed to age. 
When suddenly there came, to the mods beleaguered eyes’, 

A man in an ornate sled that made them cry (with joy, of course).