She sat outside the office door, waiting for the secretary to come by 
and let her in. But after approximately two hours of waiting, no one 
came. The only thing left to do was formally go in and introduce 
herself and stated what happened, then. To her lack of surprise, the 
desk was empty and the chair uninhabited. It would have seemed 
like nothing was touched for years now. But what if her boss was 
there, and she couldn't perceive him due to an effect? 


"Hello sir. Er, | came here to report something | fear may have 
happened while working with my usual skip last week." Silence. 
Rose waited a few beats, nervously looking around before making 
eye contact with where she presumed her boss to be. 


"| felt some kind of weird sensation in my spine when | woke up, and 
my body feels strange. I'm probably feeling a lack of, uh... 
attachment to my body. Like I'm breaking apart. | think." No reply, 
except for the throat clearing that came from her. 


"And | appear to be unable to perceive any human individual except 
for a car or two | passed by this morning on my way to work. All the 
clocks I've been looking at list contradictory times, and, well, | don't 
think | heard any activity from anyone in the site. No researchers, no 
skips, nothing." At this point, she could feel her heart pounding. 
Nervousness, she chalked it up to. 


"So, at this point, I'll head over to the nursing facility and be treated. 
Hopefully. If I'm not already being dragged over there. Thank you." 
And with a final look around the office, she headed out over to the 
nursing facility. 


Except that she stepped out into a completely different corridor now. 
It was white, like the rest of the facility, but it was nothing like 
anything in the building she saw before. The ceiling was painted an 
odd color, one she couldn't give a name to. Fear built up in her 
stomach, as she rushed to the north, which she presumed to be the 
correct direction. This just lead to more corridors, cells misplaced, 
pictures disjointed and blurry or even outright gone, and windows 
showing nothing but wall on the other side. 


Maybe it's the late stages of the effect. Please let it be an effect. 


Rose continued running through the halls, frantically looking for a 
way out. She even tried backtracking, although that soon resulted in 
more paths and mazes. If she were to ever recover from this, this 
would help the Foundation understand what the skip she was 
assigned to was truly capable of. At the very least, it'd halt testing 
with that abomination. This would be a good reason to stop working 
with it, right? Maybe then, she'd be better-rested. 


Minutes had passed since she started wandering, with the site 
breaking down before her very eyes. Hours had gone by, and 
whenever she'd turn down a corridor and backtrack to observe 
something after the fact, it'd be replaced by a whole new one. If she 
stood in place and concentrated on a picture long enough, it'd 
eventually break down or disappear entirely. After days of navigating 
the labyrinth of what was formerly Site-19, the sensation got to 
Rose's feet. Not simply because she had kept walking with little to 
no pause. It just spread. She could feel her whole body shake, 
wanting to give up on itself. 


Eventually, a door appeared. It was at the end of a hall. Surely this 
was the exit. No way in Hell would she turn back now, unless she 
was willing to wander for weeks looking for a way out. It didn't matter 
that the door was completely out-of-place for what Site-19 had, or 
that its geometric shape was impossible to enter and exit. It had to 
lead to somewhere, and somewhere was better than here. She went 
through the door, onto the other side. 


It was the parking lot. Everything was almost the same, save for the 
sky. It was pitch-black, with the odd and sudden flourish of color 
appearing in one spot. Rose stared for a while, taking the sight in. 
She had never seen anything on this level before, and she couldn't 
begin to fathom what was happening. Something was happening to 
the world. To the Foundation. To her. All of her life, her choices, 
regrets, actions, built up to working for the Foundation... and it's 
threatening to disappear into nothing. 


When she spun around, the door was gone, as was the facility. Just 
concrete and pavement. The blackness was falling down from the 
sky, and steadily creeping towards her. Whatever this was, whatever 
was happening, there was nothing else left to do. The sensation in 
her body continued to build up, to feel stranger and stranger, more 


painful by the second, but it didn't matter. If her surroundings were 
any indication, she'd be gone too. Whatever was happening, it was 
final. 


So Rose sat on the ground, and stared out into the unending black, 
smiling and accepting her fate. 


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So the Beasts Shall Plague the Land No More 


The ground shook as flames filled the sky. The two armies clashed, 
and the sounds of grinding clockwork and inhuman roars blurred 
together. On one end behemoths breathed vicious poison, which 
rose up as smoke and dissolved into the air. Their opponents, 
however, no longer had to breathe. Their hearts of copper beat as 
their bodies of steel and iron marched forward, driven by nothing but 
faith. The mechanical giants under their command acted without 
hesitation, releasing rays of light and heat, scorching the beasts and 
the ground beneath. It was no place for mortal soldiers anymore; 
they had retreated far away several battles ago, and left the field to 
gods and monsters. 


High up on the hills, a lone figure watched. The army of the 
Mekhanites was gaining ground, leaving mutated bodies still 
squirming in their wake. But Grand Karcist lon only laughed. He had 
prepared for this; one more step before the summoning was done. 
He held his staff up high and emitted a chant. 


Almost immediately, the space above the battleground twisted. 
There was a moment of silence. The flames here and there 
seemingly froze, but the next moment, they burnt higher and more 
viciously. A monstrous form appeared, its giant torso shifting with 
distortion, caught between this world and the next. It made the sky 
darken and the flames dance as a sick, unnatural feeling crawled all 
over the land. 


The half-emerged Archon was shaped like a quadruped with a 
human torso stuck on one end, and a horned lizard on the other, 
covered with scales and plates of bones. This was far from its full 
glory, but as the faceless humanoid blinked its single eye and the 
dragon head called out, the fallen Sarkicites all stood up. Their 
broken bodies grew and merged into one another, forming giant 
masses of even more inhuman shapes. Soon, they began to cling 
onto the Mekhanite robots, their many hands and tentacles dragging 


the man-made giants down to the ground. Slashes and cuts did very 
little to the new abominations; they were instantly healed with 
tumors and in more disgusting forms. 


lon grinned as the Archon’s song echoed. He could feel every cell 
within his body pulsing with energy, and he could see the victory just 
ahead. A little more time before he could crush the Mekhanites, 
before his kingdom could stretch out and cover the world. Just as he 
had planned, the tide of metal slowed down as the wave of red flesh 
washed over them. Soon, they would be consumed and reduced to 
rust and ashes. 


But then, he heard faint footsteps coming, and the Grand Karcist 
turned to look. 


Bumaro trekked upwards, supporting himself with his large hammer. 
The Mekhanite priest was in a bad shape; his robes torn and 
stained, his motions dull, and his skin cracked with an unhealthy 
color. Even the metal implant covering the left side of his face no 
longer shined, but was blackened with the smoke. And every few 
steps, he stopped and coughed blood. 


lon watched curiously. Playing with his bone staff, he made no effort 
to stop the man. And as Bumaro finally reached the top, the Karcist 
spoke. “I see that you were caught in the fumes, Bumaro. You must 
have used a lot of help to get through the battlefront and make it all 
the way here.” 


Bumaro responded, and surprisingly, his voice was steady and 
clear, of a mechanical monotone. “And their deaths are on your 
head.” 


lon only laughed, and stepped closer. “And you thought you could 
avenge them? With that rag of a body?” His voice suddenly 
darkened, coming out as something more animal and less human. 
“Just who do you think you are? | am now the Grand Karcist, 
Sorcerer-King of Adytum, and you are still just some petty priest of 
a... broken god.” 


But Bumaro did not look at him. Clinging onto the hammer, he 
coughed out more blood. 


Subject D-940-04 is the only infectee that did not follow 
the above reported progression, due to multiple larvae 
reaching maturity. D-940-04 was terminated three weeks 
into the process, when the accelerated symptoms 
resulted in her progression to Stage 7, completely 
bypassing Stages 5 and 6. 


Subject D-940-05 was initially believed to be uninfected, 
displaying no symptoms of SCP-940 infection after three 
weeks. A full examination found D-940-05 to be 
pregnant; the unborn fetus was infected. The fetus, 
D-940-06, was allowed to mature. D-940-05 was kept 
unaware of its condition. Both expired when the legs of 
SCP-940 penetrated D-940-05's uterus. D-940-06 is 
preserved, kept in cryogenic storage at Armed Bio- 
Containment Area-14 for study. 


« SCP-939 | SCP-940 | SCP-941 » 


lon frowned at the lack of response. Shaking his head, he casually 
raised his hand towards the priest. “As much as I'm glad to see an 
old friend... You're not quite as entertaining as | thought. | have had 
enough of this.” 


“You should have listened to your elders and gotten your body 
replaced with metal years ago,” The Grand Karcist mocked and 
tightened his grip into a fist, feeling the other's flesh yield under his 
power. “That way you might at least put up a fight.” 


As lon exerted his will, Bumaro’s skin cracked further under his 
command. The Karcist grinned with amusement and wondered if he 
should keep him and turn him into a trophy. But the flesh did not 
bend and merge as he intended; it started to degrade and peel off. 
Something smooth and shiny was underneath. 


“What the—” 


Bumaro did not give him time to react. Suddenly, he grabbed lon by 
the hand, moving with more agility than he had previously displayed. 
A burning sensation shot into his hand, and lon jumped back. A 
metallic color quickly crawled onto his skin, and something solidified 
in his flesh. He felt numb. To his horror, he could no longer 
command his hand as he pleased. In mere seconds, that sensation 
crawled upwards, reaching his elbow, but he acted swiftly. Turning 
his staff into a sharp blade, the Karcist cut off his entire arm. The 
thing dropped to the ground, landing with a loud thud. 


He looked up to find Bumaro now standing straight and high, 
blackened flesh falling from his person. Metallic spikes protruded 
from underneath his clothes here and there, and arrays of 
clockworks now powered his movements. His fingers had elongated 
to resemble claws; all the mechanical parts seemed to be growing 
and retracting constantly, as layers of metallic plates stirred and 
moved. Bound by skin and flesh no longer, the Mekhanite stood with 
a presence that could choke out the air. 


“Thought you were no advocator of hasty augmentation,” lon said as 
he watched his former arm completely turning into a chunk of 
copper. A new one was slowly growing in place. “But | see you've 
gone far, even willing to infect people with this sickness.” 


“| have consumed the Blood of God,” Bumaro responded 
indifferently, a large metal blade growing out of his wrist. “And you 
are no person, lon. | see but a beast plaguing this land.” 


Instinctively, lon raised his bone staff and it clashed with Bumaro's 
newly formed blade. He had abandoned his hammer to pursue the 
Karcist. 


“As for others... | will endure however long isolation it takes to put 
this under control,” Bumaro said as he forced the Karcist backward. 


lon had to throw away his weapon and conjure another, as metal 
and clockwork clung onto it through mere contact. In the next few 
seconds, he wasted several more weapons made of bone and flesh. 


“You’ve changed. Releasing a metallic plague? | know how you 
Mekhanites love your holy secrets, keeping them hidden and 
secure. | doubt your elders would allow just anyone to know about 
this, let alone giving it to you,” lon retreated, buying himself distance 
from his opponent. “So you must have stolen it and claimed its 
power.” 


“| changed no more than you did, and | want no power for myself,” 
Bumaro glanced back at the battlefield. Poisonous fumes were 
spreading, forming dark clouds in the sky. 


The words only went over lon’s head, as he used the few moments 
to focus and try to call upon the Archon to his aid. But the angel of 
flesh didn’t even register his call. He realized seconds later as 
Bumaro made another slash that the song of the Archon was 
silenced, if only on his side. He felt again the presence from Bumaro 
as the space solidified around him. Something was restraining his 
actions, and the power he received from the Archon had been cut 
off. 


So lon let out a different chant. Immediately, three monsters of flesh 
rose from below the hills and surrounded Bumaro. Using their weight 
as advantage, they tried to squash their much smaller opponent, but 
it was no use. Now relieved of flesh and powered by God’s Ichor, 
Bumaro avoided most of the attacks, and wherever he was 
damaged, the metal only grew more excessively. 


The monsters soon shrieked in pain as the cogs and levers made 
their way into their wounds. Their many mouths no longer bit and 
consumed, but screamed in agony. lon, on the other hand, wasted 
no time to turn and run. He only needed to reach where the Archon 
could hear him, and the Mekhanite could be easily dealt with. 


But he didn't manage to make it down the hill as a hammer flung 
towards him, striking him down. Bumaro had gone past beasts, 
which were now twitching on the ground and clawing blindly at the 
rocks. The Mekhanite too suffered damage, but unlike the beasts, 
he no longer felt pain. Not anymore. 


lon decided to turn and face him. He held up another bone weapon, 
but as Bumaro moved closer to confront him, several bone spikes 
shot out of lon’s person, three of them piercing through the priest. 
But Bumaro didn’t flinch, and kept moving forward. His mechanical 
body slowly ate away the bones, converting them to be a part of it.