Note: And then she hit me in the head with a lamp while | attempted 
to enjoy the afterglow. 


Note: Mini-Rights has breached containment. Security says they'll 
bring her back quickly. 


Testing Log 9 

Subject: Dr. Gears 

Result: Mini-Gears is little more than a robot. He reacts to outside 
stimulus, responding to questions, but seems to show no curiosity, 
or outward will. A rather large wind up key in his back has no actual 
use. Mini-gears has been relegated to the incinerator. 


Note: Somewhere between the testing lab and the incinerator, Mini- 
Gears vanished. One of our transports is also missing. Damn it! 


Testing Log 10 

Subject: Dr. Clef 

Result: | told them no, | told them this one we should just leave, but 
nooo, | gotta try all the important researchers. 

Where the FUCK did he get that shotgun from? I'm gonna go see 
Mini-590 about my legs, and hope Security can take the gun away. 


Note: Need new security. Half of them dead or wounded, Mini-Clef 
nowhere to be found. 


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Testing Log 11: 
Subject: Dr. Glass 
Result: ... Mini-Glass appears to be a large afro, wrapped in a scarf 
with a lap coat. Only his eyes are visible, and somehow, within 
minutes of his appearance, three kittens wormed their way into the 
testing room. He ... he kinda freaks me out, being so cheerful. 


Note: Security outside Mini-Glass's cell were found with their 
stomachs torn out from the inside, as if by something small and 
furry. Mini-Glass is still at large. 


Testing Log 12: 

Subject: Dr. Iceberg 

Result: A small man in a lab coat, holding a briefcase. Upon 
creation, he immediately opened his briefcase and handed me a 
sheaf of papers, informing me | had to fill them out before 
progressing. The top sheet was 'Form 518b, A Request To Create 
New Life Based Upon Old Structures, In An Environment Unsuited 
For It,’ and the bottom sheet was 'Form 8675309, Being A Total Twit 
In Public.’ Mini-lceberg was detained. 


Note: This is getting ridiculous. Two security, found lacerated with 
paper cuts, and mini-lceberg no where to be found. Although he did 
leave behind a properly filled out form, 'Form 24601, Request To 
Escape Foundation Custody In An Outlandish Manner.' 


Note: That's it! Of course! These miniature versions are caricatures 


of the real thing! That's why they have clothes, and defining 
characteristics. I'll have to try this with someone who has an item 
they always... Bright, yes, that'll do. 


Testing Log 13 

Subject: Dr. Jack Bright 

Result: A miniature orangutan, wearing SCP-963. Attempts to 
transfer 963 resulted in new wearer becoming a miniature 
orangutan. Removal of 963 brought back the wearer with no harm 
done. Mini-Bright remanded into custody. 


Note: | am covered in monkey shit. Mini-Bright is at large. This day 
is over. 


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Testing Log 14: 
Subject: Dr. Kondraki 
Result: Decided to try one of the non powered again. Was not 
expecting this. Mini-Kondraki appears normal, except for the large 
pair of butterfly wings sprouting from his back, and the camera 
around his neck. Wings appear non functional. 


Note: Saber hidden in camera. That fucker hurts. 


Note:Wings are functional. No Mini is allowed access to an open air 
recess yard from here on out. Almost got him with the search light. 


Testing Log 15 

Subject: Dr. Palmer 

Result: Easier to get along with than Rights, why not try? Resultant 
miniature appears to be Palmer, but facial recognition incapable due 
to being blocked by her chest. Dear god, how does she walk with 
those things? 


Note: Mini-Palmer is not to be used as a flotation device. 
Note: Or an airbag. 


Note: Found guards passed out drunk. Mini-Palmer appears to have 
drugged them with pill she had.. anem.. stashed on her person. 


Testing Log 16 


Subject: Dr. L 

Result: Don't know why | didn't think of it before! The perfect 
assistant for me is, of course, my self. Brilliant! Mini-L is a little 
slow, and appears to have a weird skin rash that causes him to look 
reptilian, but otherwise perfect! I'm going to have him work on 
creating some new Minis, while | take a nap. What could go wrong? 


Note: Mini-L needed some help in working 5555, and used it 
upon himself. Mini-Mini-L felt that the workload was too much, 
and he could use some help. Mini-Mini-Mini-L —_... By the time | got 
back to the lab there were 32 levels of L_ __, each smaller than the 
next. All were assigned to be terminated, this was a bad idea. 


Note: | don't know what happened, and | don't want to know. At 
least the guards say they used lube. Damnit. 


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Testing Log 17: 
Subject: Kain Pathos Crow 
Result: A cute little Labrador puppy in a bow tie. Acting under the 
supposition that the cuter the miniature, the more deadly they are, 
Mini-Kain was immediately transferred into a heavy metal box, and 
the lid sealed. 


Note: Mini-Kain somehow managed to piss in both my shoes, while 
being transferred to the Box. That little fucker... Screw it, we're 
putting him down. 


Note: Attendants assigned to put down Mini-Kain found with lethal 
injection needles inserted in their eyelids. And pissed on. The damn 
dog is nowhere to be found. 


Testing Log 18 

Subject: Dr. Snorlison 

Results: | am getting really sick and tired of this. Really. Seriously. 
This is bullshit, | won't... Fuck it, I'm getting paid. Mini-Snorlison, has 
a gigantic mustache, and is wrapped in a parka. And, he won't shut 
up. | don't know how he has time to breathe, he just keeps talking. 


Note: 5 hours later. He still won't stop. | want to shoot him, but | just 
can't. 


Note: 8 hours since last note. | just woke up to find myself passed 
out on the floor of the lab, with a Sharpie mustache. Needless to 
say, Mini-Snorlison got out. 


i; = 
It's over. I've been removed from working on SCP-5555, and 
returned to active duty. Everyone else here at Site seems to think | 
was on vacation, and I'm not going to tell them differently. 


See, | think | figured it out. Four 5's wasn't creating these miniatures 
out of whole cloth. It was pulling them from another world entirely, 
one where everyone is like them. But it only works one way. What | 
think happened is one of them got himself stuck here, and used the 
Foundation, and me, to bring some of his friends across. That's why 
they all got away, there was already one here looking out for them. 
How do | know this? 


My dismissal orders were signed 'Mini-O5-6.' 


I'm going to go lie down and hope maybe SCP-260 will find me 
before anyone finds out what I've done.” 


The files end there 


“Audio Log CLF-666, recorded from personal office of Dr. Clef* 
Clef: So you want to be my assistant? 
Unknown: KILL... kill kill kill. 


Clef: Very good. Well, aside from being a miniature clone 
of me, what are your credentials? 


Unknown: MAIM! MURDER! SLAY! DESTROY! 


Clef: | see. Well, I'm very impressed. You can start on 
Monday. 


Unknown: DEATH TO THE INFIDELS! 


From the personal log of Dr L 


oa 
It has been brought to my attention that with the passing of the Maxi 
version of myself, we have no one to work SCP-5555. And the only 
one with any experience with it, is, well, myself. As such, O5-6 has 
assigned me the duty of bringing across more of our comrades, and 
documenting it in the same format as Maxi-L __. Joy. 


Anyways, | have been given an official list to bring across, 
immediately. O5-6 has requested me to bring over Bijhan (for 
something secret), Site Director Fat Ghost (to take care of our own 
SCP site), Pat Gephart (our network is down), Dr. Blast (cause we 
always need more explosions), and... No, this one can't be right, let 
me check... 


Apparently, Carrion Trooper. For the lulz. 


Testing Log 20 

Subject: Maxi-Bijnan 

Result: Bijhan is a fairly typical looking Arabic man, taller than most 
at a full 1m (3ft,3in). He wears a black robe and a white turban, 
wherein he keeps his weaponry. Shortly after his appearance, | 
noticed | was missing my pen, SCP-5555, and my pants. When 
confronted, Bijhan was more than glad to return them to me. 


Note: How the hell did he manage to walk off with my desk? That 
thing is three times his size! 


Testing Log 21 

Subject:Maxi-Fat Ghost 

Result: 

Note: | don't know, | don't want to know, this issue is closed. 


Testing Log 22 

Subject: Maxi-Pat Gephart 

Result: No indication given that 5555 worked. Attempted it again, 
only to get a fail message. Will look into it. 


Note: Don't worry man, I'm here. But since I'm dealing with these 
here computers, you all got no reason to see me. I'm gonna stay 


here, where it's safe. And no, | ain't tellin you where ‘here’ is. 


Testing Log 23 

Subject: Maxi-Blast 

Result: Blast showed up dressed as usual. A thin layer of black soot 
covers his skin and clothes, all his hair burned off and his clothes in 
burnt tatters. 


Note: Who authorized giving Blast chewing gum and water? That 
explosion nearly leveled the play room! 


Testing Log 24 
Subject: Maxi-Carrion Trooper 
Result: Log Corrupted, see picture. 


Note: That's it, I'm done. 


From the personal log of Dr. C , 6/30/20 : 


Found something really neat today. Big dusty box. With a thing in it: 
SCP-5555. Renders its input tiny, round, and extreme. This is my 
chance to prove I'm not useless. Work immediately! 


Test Log 01 (6/30/20 , 3:40 PM) 

Input: Research Assistant Renfield 

Output: Tiny female with blonde pixie cut, one square lens on 
glasses, and white turtleneck. Output exited SCP-5555, leaned over 
my notes, picked up my pen to correct them, and was immediately 
accidentally decapitated by freak fracture of pen nib. 

Note: | don't get it. 


Test Log 02 (6/30/20 , 4:00 PM) 

Input:Senior Researcher Gerald 

Output: Tiny red-haired male, dressed in a lab coat, with driving 
goggles and a very long ascot. Remarkably, Mini-Gerald came with 
his own vehicle, what appears to be a shriner car. A really simple 
little thing, battery operated. Mini-Gerald seemed unwilling to talk, 
and instead drove the vehicle around my lab, making 'Vroom vroom' 
noises. 

Note: As | complied my experience, Mini-Gerald drove out the door, 


mostly calcite, with some of the internal organs composed of a 
material similar to quartz with piezoelectric properties. This silicate 
impurity adds rigidity to the creature, giving it a rating from 3.5 to 4.5 
on the Mohs Hardness Scale. Although they continue to grow 
throughout their observed lifespan, the growth rate slows 
considerably once they have entered their adult stage. The average 
observed wingspan of an adult is 2.3 cm. 


The life cycle is notable in that it appears more closely related to 
crystal growth than standard biological growth. The creature starts 
out as a crystal seed, rather than an egg. Adult instances deposit 
them on stalactites, and they "hatch" approximately 12 days later. 
The larval stage appears as anthodites, and leach minerals from the 
stalactite using a weak acid. They move extremely slowly 
(approximately 5 cm per day), and leave distinctive tracks behind 
them as they progress. These tracks can be used to discriminate 
between genuine anthodites and SCP-553. The larval stage lasts 
approximately 70 days, at which point it becomes stationary and 
begins to grow its wings.! During the transition from the larval to the 
adult stage, the wings of an instance of SCP-553 grow rapidly, 
becoming fully formed in less then 9 hours, at which point the adult 
will detach from the stalactite. Through an unknown process, 
SCP-553 maintains a relatively stable population, with eggs only 
being laid when an adult dies. The population transplanted to 
containment has stabilized at 137 +/- 2. 


Members of SCP-553 primarily rely on a form of echolocation to 
sense their surroundings. They do this by creating a variety of ultra- 
high-pitched tones via scraping and striking their legs together, and 
appear to use their wings as a mobile array to detect reflected 
sound. Additionally, they appear to have a variety of chemosensors 
in their footpads, allowing them to determine the mineral 
composition of the surfaces they land on. Adult instances of 
SCP-553 primarily feed by scraping fungus and lichen from the 
cavern floor and, to a lesser extent, leaching minerals from 
stalagmites2 using a similar acid as used by the larval stage. 


When any adult instance of SCP-553 suffers significant damage, it 
produces a unique sonar signature which alerts all other nearby 
adults to the presence of danger. Adults will swarm the perceived 


accelerating at speeds | was not aware such vehicles could make. | 
followed quickly, but lost site of him when he turned the corner into 
Zeta wing. | heard an explosion, and lost track of the mini during the 
resulting Keter outbreak. 


Test Log 03 (7/02/20 , 4:00 PM) 

Input: Dr. Light 

Output: Tiny female in lab coat, with a small metal briefcase labeled 
"Totally not full of samples of infectious diseases". Carried what 
looked like a helium-filled jellyfish on a string. 

Note: Jellyfish balloon was cute, but it sure could sting. Ended 
today's testing to visit Site infirmary. Must remember to ask cleaning 
staff how to get smashed medusa out of carpet. 

Note: Infirmary was already busy when | arrived. Apparently there 
have been simultaneous outbreaks of dengue fever, Marburg virus, 
and smallpox, all within the site, all within the last half-hour. No sign 
of Mini-Light. 


Test Log 04 (7/03/20 , 11:00 AM) 

Input: Agent Yoric Elroy 

Output: 3-foot-long rattlesnake. 

Note: What the fuck? Okay, this has to be a mistake. Got the snake 
under control, going to try again. 


Test Log 05 (7/03/20 , 1:00 PM) 

Input: Agent Yoric Elroy 

Output: Tiny male in chinos, a waistcoat, horn rim glasses and a 
cap of some sort. Headgear's precise features impossible to 
determine, other than the slogan printed on the front: "Hey, Look 
over There?" 

Note: Found myself looking away despite myself. While | was 
distracted, Mini-Yoric stole my wallet, replaced all the money with 
photos of his behind, and put it back. 

Note: Mini-Yoric began to to critique my technique in handling 
SCP-5555-J. Three straight hours of this led me to leave the room in 
tears. When | returned, | found a bucket of SCP-447 placed over the 
door, when it spilled on me. No sign of Mini-Yoric. 

Note: He took the snake too! 


Test Log 06 (7/04/20 , 8:30 AM) 
Input: Agent Dmitri Strelnikov 


Output: Apparently, an animate round fur hat wearing heavy 
Russian army boots. Object revealed to be a tiny male when it lifted 
the hat to reveal enough nose and mouth to toss back a shot of 
vodka. Mini-Strelnikov speaks only in thickly-accented, semi- 
coherent ramblings, usually threats of harm. 

Note: Where Agent Strelnikov despises Chechens, Mini-Strelnikov 
harbors a deep and murderous rage against chickens. This | learned 
after Mini-Yoric left me another surprise — a bucket of tar over my 
door, followed by a large basket of feathers. Turns out that Mini- 
Strelnikov is actually easier to understand when he's frothing at the 
mouth and chasing me with disproportionately huge knives, but | 
wish | hadn't heard what he was promising to do with them. 


Test Log 07 (7/04/20 , 12:00 PM) 

Input: Dr. King 

Output: 412 pounds of apple seeds. I'm going to go have a lie 
down. 

Note: | think something left the lab. A trail of apple seeds led to the 
compactor. 


Test Log 08 (7/05/20 , 3:45 PM) 

Input: Agent Karrin "Break" 

Output: Tiny Asian female, dressed in an immaculate black dress 
suit. She immediately headed straight to my coffee maker, where 
she proceeded to make the best damn cup of espresso I've ever 
tasted. And my machine doesn't even have an espresso maker! 
Note: As | was drinking the coffee, the god damn little bitch shot me 
in both my knees with a crossbow! Where the hell did she get that 
from? | need a medic... 


Test Log 9 (7/06/20 , 11:20 AM)