SCP-3335-1: You know, sometimes | don't feel 
like myself. Feel like somebody else. Does that 
make sense? Does that make sense? 
Doesssss- 


Subject speech slurs as the patient starts to 
mumble incoherently. Eyes seem to lose 
focus, the patient slumping back in their 
hospital bed. It is assumed that SCP-3335-1's 
alternate consciousness is currently taking 
control over subject's speech functions. 


Dr. : , are you alright? 
SCP-3335-1: Who? Want (incoherent). 
Dr. _: I'm sorry. What did you say? 
SCP-3335-1: Out. Want out. 

Dr. : What do you want out of, ? 


Subject flexes and moves appendages 
sporadically. Subject tenses and strains 
against hospital-provided restraints. 


SCP-3335-1: Vessel. Bad. (incoherent) 
Dr. : ? 
SCP-3335-1: Want out. Get me out. 


Dr. _ : It's going to be okay. We'll get you out 
as soon as you are well. 


SCP-3335-1: No. Out vessel. Get me out 
vessel. Want out vessel. 


Dr. =: | don't think | know what you are 
talking about. 


SCP-3335-1: Please. Get me out. Hurts. 
Dr. —: What hurts, ? 


SCP-3335-1: (incoherent) in my mind. Cut into 
the head. Into the flesh. The bone. Want out. 
Hurts. 


Subject continues to fight restaints. BPM 
monitors display severe tachycardia. 


Dr. :Can you hear me, ? 
SCP-3335-1: Out! Get me out! 
Dr. : ? Stay with me, okay? 


Subject screams in apparent agony. Monitors 
show heart rate exceeding 240 beats per 
minute. After a few seconds, subject ceases 
screaming. 


Dr. : ? 


BPM monitors show rapidly stabilizing 
functions. Subject refuses to respond to stimuli 
for several minutes. After a period of about 
fifteen minutes, it is assumed that SCP-3335-1 
is now dormant within the subject's psyche. 


SCP-3335-1: (groggily) Yeah, so | feel weird 
sometimes. A bit numb, it'll pass though, right? 


Dr. : I'm sure it will. 


[END LOG] 


Addendum 3335.5: 


Reports of SCP-3335 consumption in , led to an investigation 
of several known "drug dens" in the area. Mobile Task Force Pi-1 
("City Slickers") has been assigned the task of raiding affected 
homes, terminating users of SCP-3335 and destroying all 
paraphernalia or lab equipment that may have come into contact 
with the substance. Records of MTF operations can be found below. 


+ Access MTF Pi-1 Mission Log 1 


Mission Parameters: Investigate sites of 
interest and terminate all affected individuals. 


Personnel: Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ("City 
Slickers") 


Additional Information: The following is an 
audiovisual transcript of a staged raid on an 
apartment complex in downtown : 
Members of MTF Pi-1 were equipped with 
standard deep-cover tactical wear, including 
low-profile Kevlar suits and suppression- 
integrated Maxim 9mm handguns. Agents 
were posted outside exit points from the 
apartment complex while Pi-1 infiltrated the 
interior. 


[BEGIN LOG] 

Alpha: Alright, mics on, everybody check in. 
Bravo: Bravo here. 

Foxtrot: Foxtrot, check. 

Echo: Echo, checking in. 

Command: Delta? Where's Delta? 


Delta: Here, sorry. Setting up the camera. 
Should be coming live now. 


Alpha: We're ready to go. Command, please 
confirm video feed. 


Delta's visual broadcast activates, revealing a 
run-down urban alleyway leading to the back 
entrance of the complex. The building has 
multiple floors, the windows of each have been 
boarded up with plywood. 


Command: Affirmative. You are clear to 
proceed. 


Pi-1 is seen swiftly making their way to the 
door, treading through puddles and various 
Cetritus. 


Alpha: Alright, we are approaching the 
entryway. Control, anything we should know 
about this place? 


Command: Your guess is as good as ours. 
Delta: Shit, door's locked. 


Alpha: | told them they should have got us a 
dremmel. (sighs) Command, do we have 
permission to barge the door? 


Command: That is not advised. It is very likely 
to draw attention. 


Echo: Wait, I've got it, give me a second. 
Delta: What are you- 

Bravo: Aha, very good. 

Command: Yes? 


Alpha: Echo jimmied the lock with his ID 
badge. Crafty bugger. 


Echo: There we are. Let's go. 


Pi-1 quietly enters the building, revealing a 
dark hallway with four doors on either side. 
Shoulder mounted flashlights are activated as 
the power is seemingly shut off. 


Alpha: Alright, we've entered the main 
hallway, | see the stairs up ahead. What is this 
place, two floors? 


Bravo: Three. 
Alpha: Should we choose a door? 


Delta: Let's try this one on the left, | hear 
voices. 


Audio feed picks up muffled vocalizations. 
After a few seconds, one of them is seen 
knocking on the door. The voices grow silent. 


Echo: (quietly) You're just going to go up and 
knock like a gentleman? Real polite. 


Bravo: Fuck you, Avery. 
Alpha: | don't have time for this. 


Alpha is seen twisting the handle and throwing 
the door open. Camera view is obscured while 
Pi-1 funnel into the room, although a scream is 
heard, cut short by several suppressed 
gunshots. View returns, two individuals lying 
on a broken coffee table. Syringes and wax 
bags litter the floor. 


Alpha: That outta do it. 


Bravo: What the fuck, man. No one said they 
were our targets! | feel like we would know. 


Alpha: They've got the powder, though. 


Foxtrot: Nah, see the stamps? That's heroin. 
And they've got candles. | heard these guys 
don't like light. 


Echo: That was a risky move. Don't be an 
idiot. 

Alpha: (sighs) Okay, let's keep moving then. 
Silence for fifteen seconds as Pi-1 navigates 
back out into the hallway. Checking the next 
door over, it is determined to be unlocked but 
barricaded, and cannot be opened. The same 


result occurs with the next two. Delta goes to 
check the opposite side but stops in his tracks. 


Delta: You guys hear that? 


Muffled, unintelligible screaming can be heard 
in the distance. 


Foxtrot: It's getting louder. 


Yelling increases in volume over a period of 
ten seconds. Soon after, a lone figure is seen 
running down the stairs. Individual is heavily 
bandaged around the head and arms and 
does not acknowledge the existence of Pi-1. 


Bravo: We have someone inbound. 
Foxtrot: He looks hurt. 
Alpha: What's your name? 


No response is given, instead, the figure 
continues to scream and clutch their head. 


Delta: What should we do? Look at those 
bandages. Are you alright? 


The screaming ceases abruptly and a loud 
thump is heard, the figure falling unconscious. 


Bravo: Well, that was something. 
Command: What is your status? 


Alpha: Uh, well, we had an affected individual 
here, but he just collapsed. He doesn't look 
dead. Major bandaging on his head, some 
blood soaked through. Delta is taking a closer 
look. 


Delta: You guys might want to see this. 
Echo: What is it? 

Bravo: Oh god, what the hell. 

Foxtrot: I'm going to be sick. 


Delta pulls back the bandaging to reveal 
uneven stitches and metal pins that run in a 
circle around the individual's head. The wound 
is infected and continues to bleed. 


Alpha: So, Command, this guy looks messed 
up. If | had to guess I'd say they tried to put 
their skull back together. Did a hasty job too, if 
you ask me. 


Delta: Yeah, these sutures look loose-fuck! 


The stitching appears to dislodge, the portion 
of skin and bone falling away, revealing an 
open hole into his cranial cavity. 


Alpha: Fuck, that's awful. | can see inside his 
head. 


Foxtrot: (gagging) 


Alpha: What the- 


Bravo: Where the fuck is his brain? Where the 
fuck is it? 


Alpha: No, there's some left. Looks like they're 
missing about half of it. How on earth is this 
guy still alive? 


Bravo: | think it's time we took this a little more 
seriously, fellas. 


Alpha: Let's head up. 


Silence for ten seconds, followed by echoing 
footsteps. Pi-1 is seen approaching the 
stairwell and ascending to the second floor 
landing. 


Delta: Hold up. 

Alpha: What is it? 

Delta: Smell that? 
Bravo: Smells like death. 


Delta: Blood on the floor. Looks like it leads 
down the hall. 


Alpha: | see it. Weapons ready, everyone. 
Foxtrot: Smell is stronger. Ugh, my stomach. 
Bravo: Don't be a baby. Watch your step. 


Alpha: Alright. Looks like this door is open up 
here. Bravo, Foxtrot, you come with me. Delta, 
Echo, check the rest of these doors. 


Echo: You got it. 


Bravo: Quiet now. 


SCP-432 Expedition 1 


SCP-432 Expedition 1 
Date: - - 
Expedition supervisor: Dr TS 


Subject is D-64502, male, average physique. Subject's background 
shows history of aggravated assault and burglary. Subject is 
equipped with standard mission equipment pack and sent into 
SCP-432. Camera is activated and subject enters SCP-432. The 
door is held open by a 3kg weight placed inside the doorway, with 
technicians on hand to remove the weight and close the door if 
required. 


Camera activates, showing a short corridor constructed from the 
same rusted, corroded metal as the exterior of SCP-432. The floor is 
formed from ridged safety steel, as might be found on industrial 
walkways or gantries. The corridor makes a 90 degree turn to the 
right approximately 5 meters ahead of the subject. 

Control asks the subject to move around the corner. 


Subject moves forward as requested, turning the corner into a 
longer tunnel, the exact length of which cannot be judged due to 
lack of lighting. A conventional electric bulb on the wall lights the 
immediate area, but the light fails to illuminate much beyond 3 
meters. Further lights can be observed ahead, though they only 
illuminate patches of the tunnel. Control instructs the subject to turn 
on his torch and the lighting is notably improved to the limit of the 
torch's beam; approximately 20 meters. 


Control asks the subject to proceed down the tunnel. 

After approximately 42 meters a cross-roads appears in the tunnel. 
D-64502 asks Control which way to go, and Control tells the subject 
to pick a tunnel. The subject chooses to go left and, before entering 
the new tunnel, produces a stick of marker chalk from the equipment 


Ambient background noise is picked up for the 
next thirty seconds. Delta and Echo are seen 
entering the apartment on the opposite side, 
revealing it to be empty. 


Delta: Clear over here. 


Alpha: Okay. Foxtrot, check the bedroom. 
Bravo, cover the bathroom. 


Bravo: Got it. 

Foxtrot: We got bodies in here. Shit... 
Alpha: More bandaged folk. Are they dead? 
Foxtrot: Looks like it. Let me check for pulse. 


Bravo: Bathroom is clear. Mirror is smashed 
though. 


Foxtrot: Still alive, shallow breathing though, 
probably comatose- 


A scream is heard, followed by a sharp whine 
emanating from Foxtrot's microphone. 


Foxtrot: You son of a- 
Alpha: Get out of the way! 
Foxtrot: Fuck, get them off me, ah- 


Affected individuals continue screaming, some 
gurgling is heard. Alpha is heard firing rounds 
into the figures, although they do not seem 
deterred. 


SCP-3335-1: Be free with us. 


Coughing and sputtering is heard. Delta and 
Echo rush into the room, the camera revealing 


Foxtrot underneath two SCP-3335-1 
instances, who are pinning him down. Both 
have the same extensive bandaging. 


Bravo: Jesus fuck, this guy is strong! 
Foxtrot: (incomprehensible vocalizations) 
Delta: What the hell is it doing- 

Foxtrot: Shoot them again! 


Struggle, gunfire, then quiet. Foxtrot is heard 
panting. 


Bravo: You alright? 
Command: Alpha? What happened? 


Alpha: Drugheads, came to life without 
warning. They were all over Foxy here. Damn 
things were bleeding everywhere. It pinned 
him down. 


Foxtrot: (gagging) It bled in my mouth. 
Alpha: What? 


Foxtrot: The fucking thing wrung out its 
wounds in my mouth! Look at the wrists. 


Delta: Fuck. 


The bandages on the arms of one of the 
individuals are seen torn away, fresh blood 
seeping out of deep lacerations on the wrists. 


Alpha: Command, please be advised that 
Foxtrot may have had contact with the 
chemical agent in question. Likelihood of 
contamination unknown. 


Command: Understood, we are suggesting 
evac for Foxtrot, followed by standard 
decontamination procedures. 


Foxtrot: No, I'm okay, I'm okay. Let's keep 
going. 


Alpha: You sure about this? 
Foxtrot: Yeah. 


Alpha: Alright. We will continue for now. Let's 
terminate the rest of these half-brains. 


Bravo: Right. 


The team moves out into the hallway again, 
checking the rest of the doors on the floor and 
revealing them to be empty, aside from one 
with three unconscious individuals. Several 
water bottles are littered around them, filled 
with what appears to be blood. 


Alpha: Damn. At least these will be easy. 
Keep your distance though. 


After termination, the bottles are recovered for 
analysis. Pi-1 proceeds back to the stairway 
and climbs to the third floor. 


Bravo: | think | know where the smell is 
coming from, guys. 


The third floor landing comes into view, the 
remains of several individuals piled in the far 
corner. All appear to have undergone the 
same head trauma, with varying degrees of 
repair. Foxtrot is heard vomiting off camera. 


Echo: Jesus mate, sensitive stomach much? 


Foxtrot: Can't help it, all | can taste is junkie 


blood. 

Echo: Fair point. 

Alpha: Have some water, you'll be fine. 
Foxtrot: Fuck! Did you see that? 


Camera wheels around to show Foxtrot staring 
back at the stairwell. 


Delta: What? What was it? 
Foxtrot: Someone was behind us. 


Alpha: Alright, stay alert. Bravo, go ahead and 
check the stairs. The rest of you, let's start 
trying doors. 


Bravo: You got it, cap. 


Pi-1 is seen attempting access to the 
apartments, but the first three are barricaded. 


Bravo: Stairwell clear. Must have run off. 
Alpha: Alright no problem, let's try this one- 


A scream is heard coming from the far end of 
the hall, followed by some dampened 
vocalizations. 


Alpha: New plan. Let's go. 


The team silently makes their way to the door, 
which turns out to be locked. 


Alpha: Echo, get this lock here. 
Echo: Yeah, yeah. 


After a moment, Echo bypasses the lock and 
pushes the door open. 


Echo: Oh my god. 


Camera comes into the view of the doorway, 
revealing the floor to be littered with 
SCP-3335-1 instances, at least twenty. All 
appear unconscious or dead. Blood coats the 
floor. In the corner, two individuals are hooked 
up to makeshift IV tubes that were apparently 
used to siphon off blood into buckets. 


Alpha: What the hell is this? Some sort of 
hive? 


Delta: Jesus. Let's fucking torch this place and 
get out of here. 


Alpha: That's starting to sound like a good 
idea. Let's finish up, | don't think there is much 
more to learn here. 


Sounds of movement are heard coming from 
another room in the apartment. Alpha gestures 
towards it, he and Foxtrot slowly making their 
way around the bodies and into the bedroom. 
Alpha is seen crossing the threshold and 
disappearing out of view. The camera reveals 
a lone instance of SCP-3335-1 convulsing on 
the floor. 


Alpha: (sighs) Alright. (quietly) Let's douse 
this place. 


Bravo is seen producing a small container of 
accelerant from his pack. He starts to pour it 
on the floor but stops when sounds of struggle 
are heard. Delta's camera spins to see Echo 
being restrained from behind, his gun now 
being held to his head. Instance of 
SCP-3335-1 is seen, this time without 
bandaging. He is seen smiling and appears 
more lucid than the others. The rest of Pi-1 


raises their weapons. 


SCP-3335-1: Everybody just calm the fuck 
down. Nice and easy. 


Alpha: Let him go! 


SCP-3335-1: Nuh-uh. He's my security 
deposit. Now you guys are going to leave or 
I'm going to paint the walls with his blood. 


Alpha: What do you want? Who are you? 
Alpha: What happened to their brains? 


SCP-3335-1: (laughs) Everything is already in 
motion. You'll join them one day. 


Delta: We aren't leaving without him. 
SCP-3335-1: Then you've made a mistake. 


Instance smiles as the bodies laying around 
him start to stir.