when darkness swallowed up my very life, 
those friends of mine gave me an 
understanding, an enlightenment. Their fire 
pushed away the darkness from my heart, and 
gave me a clandestine light to follow. 


Dr. Malkov: Can you please elaborate? 


Mr.H_ : Well, we've all had these moments, 
when everything —when everything just 
doesn’t quite work out. When life seems to 
treat you, like —you’re not destined to have a 
happy fortune. And for many people, their 
problems can just completely overwhelm their 
lives. One minute, you’re the cream of the 
crop, loving what life has to offer, and the next 
moment your boss fires you over someone 
younger, your wife leaves you for her lover, 
and those bills keep coming and coming and 
coming until you finally snap and— 


Dr. Malkov: Right, uh, let’s just focus on the 
snakes. Where did you first discover them? 


Mr. H_ : But I’ve already told you man, | didn’t 
find them —they found me first. Those 
smoldering beauties decided to create a small 
den next to my home —almost burnt down my 
camper van. It was only fate that brought us 
together, you see. And when | first stumbled 
upon their nest, oh man, they were pissed. 
Those little imps just —bl/ew up. | was terrified; 
| thought | was a goner, man. It was only by 
their blessing | was left unharmed. 


Dr. Malkov: [surprised] The specimens did not 
attack you? 


Mr. H_ : No, instead they groveled in the 
reeds and the grass, setting the cattails alight 
and winding their bodies into incomprehensible 


knots and shapes. But not a single one 
touched me, nor my camper. It was through 
their searing chaos, their scalding madness, 
that they gave me an idea —an epiphany. 


Dr. Malkov: And what was this, “epiphany?” 


Mr. H_ : The world was designed to be 
burned away. You and me, we're both 
intellectuals, man. We understand that as 
people, as humans, we must adapt in an ever- 
changing world. And in this world, there’s just 
so much clutter —so much trash —so much 
anger. It hides the gorgeousness from within. 
Beauty is only skin deep as they say. And 
those snakes, they're a godsend. Mother Earth 
has thrown us its lightning in the bottle, a 
consumable nirvana. They can burn away all 
those negative emotions, those unclean 
thoughts and deeds that corrupt our world in 
rot. 


Dr. Malkov: Why did you release SCP-3102 
into the campgrounds? 


Mr.H _ : It was only for their benefit. An 
educatory experience. | know that fire burned 
down those beautiful trees and log houses, but 
you can’t make an omelet without breaking a 
few eggs. Those people, those down-to-earth 
people, they’ve been blinded by the dregs of 
society. And if we showed them that they can 
leave everything behind —that you can live 
amongst the embers —we could’ve made 
them smell the ashes, and accept a brighter 
future. 


Dr. Malkov: Two of our men lost their legs 
because of you. 


Mr.H_ : But they are now educated. They will 


recognize the earth’s faults and crevices the 
way | had come to realize as well. Those 
snakes are extraordinary, man. Each of them 
focused on their sole mission —to fan the 
flames. | only wanted to show them a different 
path. That without pain, there is no flame. 


Dr. Malkov: I’m not sure | understand— 


Mr.H_ : [Slams fists onto table] Understand? 
Understand? You stupid, stupid man! There’s 
plenty to understand, there’s so much more to 
learn. We, as humans, are unbound by the 
fire, unshackled by the flame, and unraveled 
by the conflagration. We can burn everything 
away, and begin anew from a fresh slate. We 
can populate the world with storms and 
infernos. They will have beautiful shades of 
Orange and red, and these snakes are our 
kindling. Our tinder, to bring about a new 
golden age. | can help you to understand. 
Unbound by the fire, Unshackled by the flame, 
and together we will rise in —ah, oh God. 


Dr. Malkov: Mr.H ? 


Mr.H :Something’s wrong. I’m not —I’m not 
feeling too hot, there’s something— 


[END LOG] 


Suspect begins clutching his chest, vocalizing pain and 
discomfort. Dr. Malkov requests medical assistance into 
the room, when suddenly suspect lurches back into his 
chair. Suspect begins foaming at the mouth, shaking 
violently, and smoke begins to rise from his orifices. 
Malkov backs into the corner of the room yelling for 
urgent medical aid, as suspect keels over and retches 
onto the table. Soecimens of SCP-3102 burst from 
suspect's mouth, already in their ignition state, and 
proceed to attack Dr. Malkov. Security runs into the 


room, and begins fending off the serpents. Suspect is 
shot in the ensuing chaos. One SCP-3102 specimen 
managed to latch onto Dr. Malkov’s leg, and flames soon 
covered the panicking doctor. Attempts to pry off the 
snake are met with little success. Snake leaves the 
ignition state after a minute, and is successfully 
removed. After extinguishing the fire, Dr. Malkov is 
subsequently rushed to medical bay. 


Five (5) specimens of SCP-3102 were retrieved and 
placed into containment. Over 64% of Dr. Malkov’s body 
received third-degree burns, and Dr. Malkov’s leg 
required extensive amputation. Dr. Malkov is currently 
undergoing physical therapy and rehabilitation. 


Autopsy of TysonH has revealed that the subject’s 
gallbladder had been eaten away and replaced with a 
enormous cocoon. Breaching the cocoon revealed 
several SCP-3102 eggs, along with a deceased juvenile 
specimen. At the time of writing, it is unknown how 
SCP-3102 managed to infiltrate the body, nor as to why 
a colony was formed inside. Research into potential 
parasitic properties of SCP-3102 is still ongoing. 


« SCP-3101 | SCP-3102 | SCP-3103 » 


Footnotes 

1. Population is theorized to double within 50 years. 

2. Only four Foundation specimens have displayed ophiophagy. 

3. Caution is still advised when dealing with SCP-3102 due to risk of 
its anomalous properties. 

4. Previous occupation is listed as regional sales manager. 


SCP-3103: Vengeful Wings 


SCP-3103 at time of discovery. 


Item #: SCP-3103 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3103 is to be contained in 
an aviary cage in a standard containment chamber, isolated from 
any other contained specimens on Site- . During routine check-ups 
on SCP-3103, researchers must not remain in SCP-3103's chamber 
for more than 15 minutes at once. Only D-Class may be used as test 
subjects for SCP-3103 experimentation, and all experiment requests 
must be sent to the current Site Senior Researcher. 


Individuals exhibiting anomalous behavior caused by SCP-3103 are 
to be transferred to a medical ward and carefully examined for 
sequential psychological changes. 


Description: SCP-3103 is an adult female specimen of palm 
cockatoo (Probosciger aterrimus), appearing identical to non- 
anomalous individuals of the same species. 


SCP-3103 will exhibit distress-indicating behavior typical of non- 
anomalous palm cockatoos (producing loud vocalizations, flying 
around erratically) when a human is within 5 meters of it (note that 
this only happens if SCP-3103 and the individual are in the same 
room). Its behavior becomes more erratic as it is approached, and 
after approximately 20 to 30 minutes, SCP-3103 will return to 
exhibiting normal behavioral patterns. 


At this point, the individual in question (hereby referred to as 
SCP-3103-1) may begin exhibiting anomalous behavioral patterns; 
affected humans will fall to the ground, flailing their arms and legs in 
a seemingly random manner and producing high-pitched sounds 
reminiscent of [REDACTED]. SCP-3103-1 and all humans under this 
effect are, from this point onward, taken care of by SCP-3103. 


Attempting to remove SCP-3103-1 from SCP-3103's protection 
causes it to behave aggressively towards the person who performed 
such an act. SCP-3103-1 instances will continue displaying 
anomalous behavioral patterns even after removal from the vicinity 
of SCP-3103. Additionally, SCP-3103-1 instances exhibit anxious 
behavior when separated from SCP-3103. 


LEVEL 2 ACCESS REQUIRED 


SCP-3103 was found in a cage inside a warehouse in 

, New Guinea, after a police raid on an exotic bird 
trafficking business, on 04/09/20 . The following footage 
was extracted from the surveillance system of said 
warehouse. Footage depicts SCP-3103's effects ona 
group of smugglers, and viewing is mandatory for all 
personnel currently involved in SCP-3103's containment 
or research. 


SCP-3103 RECOVERED SURVEILLANCE 
FOOTAGE 


The monitor shows a top-view of an 
approximately 5x5 meter room, where two 
individuals, Pol-3103-1 ("Kevin") and 
Pol-3103-2 ("Nick") stand in front of a large 
pen containing a specimen of a palm 
cockatoo, SCP-3103. The timestamp reads 
03/09/20 , 1:18 PM. SCP-3103 exhibits 
distress-indicating behavior, flapping its wings, 
biting the metal bars of its cage, and 
screeching loudly. Pol-3103-01 holds in his 
hands three juvenile palm cockatoos 
(supposedly SCP-3103's offspring) all in a very 
early stage of physical development. 


Kevin: | really don't think we should be doing 
this... | mean, just look at the poor thing. 


Nick: This is why you never get employed 
anymore, Kevin. It's just a primal response, in 
fifteen minutes it won't even remember what 


SCP-391: The Midas Owl 


Item #: SCP-391 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-391 is to be kept ina5 x5 
x 5 m aviary, made of heavy steel mesh. Structures mimicking 
mixed broadleaf deciduous and pine forests should be placed inside 
the aviary. Artificial lights, mimicking normal day and night patterns, 
are to be kept well maintained. Temperature and humidity should be 
controlled to mimic a humid continental climate. 


The door to the aviary is to be kept locked at all times when 
SCP-391 is not being studied, maintained, or fed. Personnel exiting 
the aviary are to be searched for objects removed from the aviary. 
Personnel attempting to remove material from the aviary without 
permission will be reprimanded. 


Description: SCP-391 is a single female specimen of Tyto alba 
alba, or common barn owl. Pellets regurgitated by SCP-391 are 
typically comprised of some form of precious metal. The metal 
produced seems to vary with the type of prey ingested. The owl, 
nicknamed Midas, has been documented regurgitating gold, silver, 
platinum, and other precious metals. Refer to the SCP-391 Test 
Logs for more information. 


SCP-391 was acquired in 20 , after Park Ranger reported 
finding nuggets of gold resembling owl pellets. The Foundation 
found the report during a routine information sweep. All owls ina 
50 km radius were tranquillized and captured under the guise of a 
tagging and tracking experiment. Agents examined and released 
over owls before SCP-391 was found. 


Addendum 391-01: After several examinations by Foundation 
veterinarians, no anomalies have been found within SCP-391. Other 
than its unusual ability, SCP-391 is a normal, adult member of its 


fucking happened! Now, get those pests to the 
van, we're running late on schedule here. 


Kevin exits the room with the three chicks. 
SCP-3103 continues to screech as Nick puts 
on a headphone set, sitting on a chair right 
next to SCP-3103's cage and staring down at 
the ground. A van's engine can be heard 
starting up in the distance, and the noise gets 
farther and farther away until it is no longer 
audible. The footage is sped up to timestamp 
1:28, just as Nick stands up from his chair, 
beginning to yell at SCP-3103. 


Nick: For fuck's sake, will you shut up? I'm 
supposed to look after you, and if you keep 
annoying me like this we're going to have 
some serious- 


Nick abruptly falls to the ground directly in front 
of SCP-3103's pen, his headphone set splitting 
in half on impact with the floor. Nick moves his 
arms and legs erratically, opening his mouth 
and screaming in a high-pitched voice. 
SCP-3103 stops vocalizing and ingests some 
seeds from its meal bowl. It proceeds to 
regurgitate them into Nick's mouth, causing 
him to stop screaming. Nick simply lays on the 
ground, motionless and staring at SCP-3103. 
The footage is sped up to timestamp 1:35, just 
as Kevin re-enters the room. 


Kevin gives Nick a slight slap on his face, 
causing him to screech. SCP-3103 loudly 
vocalizes at Kevin, startling him and making 
him run out of the room screaming. Kevin 
returns shortly after with Pol-3103-3 ("Vic") 
and they both begin attempting to lift Nick off 
the ground. Nick screeches loudly while 
SCP-3103 assumes an aggressive stance 
towards both individuals. Kevin slips ona 


loose pipe and accidentally lets Nick fall to the 
ground, and Vic quickly stands back. Nick falls 
head-first, and a thin trail of blood begins to 
flow from now unconscious Nick's left ear. 


Vic: What the fuck were you thinking, Kevin?! 
Pay attention to your god damn surroundings 
for once! 


Kevin: |-I'm sorry Vic... I-| d-don't know what's 
happening, this isn't normal, why was Nick s- 
screaming like that?! 


Vic: Stay here you useless sack of shit... I'm 
going to go get the first aid kit, keep an eye on 
the merchandise! 


Vic leaves the room and a van's engine is 
heard roaring in the background. Kevin stands 
up and runs out of the room, only to return 
thirty seconds later with a panicked look on his 
face. 


Kevin: This can't be happening, t-this can't be 
happening... What the hell am | going to do 
with this bird? W-what the hell am | going to do 
with Nick? 


Kevin leans on a wall, slowly assuming a fetal 
position. He then begins to sob. The footage 
speeds up to timestamp 1:59, as Kevin 
suddenly widens his eyes and begins crawling 
to SCP-3103, moaning. SCP-3103 once again 
ingests a relatively large amount of seeds from 
its bowl, regurgitating them into Kevin's mouth. 
For the rest of the video, Kevin lays on the 
ground, occasionally looking around, while 
Nick is motionless and bleeding. SCP-3103 is 
serene, seemingly unaware of Nick's state. 


The footage abruptly ends at timestamp 2:24. 


Closing Statement: Pol-3103-1 was transferred to Site- 

‘s medical ward for further mental examination; 
Pol-3103-2 was pronounced deceased on-site, and his 
corpse was moved to [REDACTED]. Pol-3103-3's 
current whereabouts are unknown, and Foundation 
agents in Papua New Guinea have been notified of his 
involvement with SCP-3103 and the imminent danger of 
information breach. Pol-3103-3 has been captured and 
interrogated, claiming that the three Pols had no 
previous knowledge of SCP-3103's effects. All non- 
Foundation personnel (including Pol-3103-3) have been 
administered Class-A amnestics. 


SCP-3103's offspring have not yet been located. The 
Foundation has ordered a thorough search of New 
Guinea to locate the specimens, though they are very 
unlikely to be found due to the sheer size and amount of 
active trafficking rings operating in Oceania. 


SCP-3104: Cops Magnet 


Item #: SCP-3104 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3104 is currently stored in 
Evidence Locker inthe Site- B Sector Security Substation, 
pending investigation. It is to remain there until the investigation is 
complete, at which point appropriate measures will be taken. 


Description: SCP-3104 is a [REDACTED] and infohazard. It does 
not represent a hazard to Foundation interests, operations, or 
personnel if it is securely contained and information about it is not 
known to those outside the containment project. 


+ Access denied: Level 2 or lower clearance required. 


RAISA 
COGNITOHAZARD 
WARNING 


Warning: the following information has 
been secured with a mild selective 
disabling cognitohazard by approval of 
the O5 Council in order to prevent 
viewing and subsequent spread of an 
infohazard by Foundation personnel. It 
is designed to target Foundation 
personnel in the following 


departments: