Unlike the rest of the building, this room was clean, if a bit wet from 
cracks in the ceiling. Candles nestled in each of the corners 
provided light for this building (the city had disconnected power from 


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Wasn’t murdered, cut himself open. Me too. 


Addendum 772-01: After conducting numerous tests on SCP-772's 
larval stage, we have concluded the following: 


¢ Larvae are sensitive to bright light and temperatures lower 
than 21° C (70° F). When confronted with either for a 
prolonged period of time, the organism retreats into a state of 
deep hibernation and near-death. It is able to live for months 
at a time in this manner, possibly indefinitely, until conditions 
once again prove favourable for its development. 


Larvae saliva contains a digestive enzyme which aids in the 
decomposition and consumption of host tissue. 


Larvae respond positively to host stress hormone, exhibiting 
increased energy levels, accelerated consumption rate, and 
expedited growth. 


Addendum 772-02: After conducting numerous tests on SCP-772's 
adult stage, we have concluded the following: 


¢ When given the choice between a live cow and a human 
corpse, SCP-772 deposits its eggs in the live cow 100% of the 
time. Whether the larvae require living tissue to survive or the 
choice is merely preferential on the part of the mother is not 
yet known. 


¢ When given the choice between a live cow and a live human, 
SCP-772 deposits its eggs in the live human 84% of the time, 
tapping its antennae vigorously against both subjects’ skin 
before making a decision. 


¢ SCP-772 will do the same when confronted with several 
human subjects, sometimes performing its "tapping ritual" up 
to five times on each individual. The criteria for which subject 
SCP-772 selects are not yet known, but there seems to be a 
correlation between its preference and [CLEARANCE LEVEL 


this area years ago), and shelves once used for books had been 
broken down to create makeshift beds for weary travelers, upon 
which one man more impoverished than the stranger lay resting. In 
the center of the room lay a now empty brass bowl on a pedestal 
adorned with images of hammers and gears. At the far left corner of 
the room, an elderly gentleman sat reading a book at a librarian's 
desk, the only original piece of furniture well looked after. Not 
wishing to disturb the sleeper in the opposite corner, the stranger 
weakly called out, "F-father Williams...?" 


The old man snapped his head up from his book and looked above 
his half-frame glasses to see who had called his name. With a warm 
smile, he beckoned the stranger to his desk and replied, "Alex! 
Come in, have a seat! You're always welcome here!". As Alex made 
his way to his desk, Father Williams noted that Alex's eyes were 
puffy and red, as though he had just been crying. Internally, Father 
Williams sighed sadly. He felt he knew what Alex had come to him 
for. 


Alex pulled up a chair on the opposite side of Father Williams' desk 
and sat down. "Father, I...1..." was all he was able to mutter before 
breaking down into tears and sobbing. Father Williams waited 
patiently for Alex to finish, but inwardly he was not surprised. Alex 
had come to them at a low point in his life: no friends, no family, no 
home and near death. Father Williams remembered the day Alex 
was brought into their makeshift church, how his curiosity and fear 
fell away when he was enlightened by the scriptures of their Broken 
Lord. Father Williams knew Alex's spirit was strong, but even the 
most hardened souls are crippled by the Rebuilding, and even 
months later Alex's mind was still recovering from his baptism. 


Alex sniffed and composed himself, wiping his eyes with his hands. 
He took a deep breath before attempting to speak again. "Father 
Williams, | need to talk to you. | have transgressed against our Lord, 
and | have had heretical thoughts that | don't want to have anymore. 
Please help me." 


Father Williams paused for a moment, then spoke. "Alex, you are 
one of the most faithful parishioners | have ever come to know in my 
time as a priest for our Lord. Forgive my disbelief, but | find it 
unlikely that you have done anything to offend Him." 


"l-| Know, Father, and more than anything do | want to believe that. 
It's just...1...these thoughts...I..." 


Father Williams extended his hand to calmly interrupt the young 
man's stammers. "I understand, Alex. Please, tell me what troubles 
you." 


Alex took a deep breath. "Father, | have felt more at home in this 
church than | have anywhere in my entire life. The thought that our 
Lord loves me is a comfort unlike anything I've ever felt before. Our 
Lord God has done so much for me..." Alex trailed off and looked 
down in shame. Before Father Williams could reply, Alex spoke up 
again. "That is why | come to you now, Father. | know the texts say 
that He loves me, but...but why? Why would He love me? | am just 
some worthless bum who couldn't even handle the Rebuilding, so 
why..." Alex's voice trailed off into a whisper, "...why would He ever 
want me?". 


After a moment of silence, Father Williams knew how he could 
convince Alex once and for all. "Show me your arm, Alex." Father 
Williams said warmly, extending his hand to take Alex's arm. 
Confused, Alex extended his right arm. Father Williams smiled as he 
said, "No, Alex. Your other arm." 


Alex gently laid his clockwork arm onto the desk, and Father 
Williams carefully examined the brass limb. A beautifully constructed 
testament to the Lord, it was easy to forget that this was once a 
diseased, barely functioning appendage used only to imbibe toxic 
chemicals in a futile attempt to seek comfort from daily living. Alex 
was unclean, he needed to purify himself, and this arm had been the 
gateway to sin. Even now, the divine oil used to Rebuild Alex's arm 
(as well as the septic appendages for the other devout) was kept 
safely hidden in Father Williams' desk, ready to flow into the sacred 
basin in the center of the church to cleanse sickness. 


Father Williams carefully considered the arm for a moment, then 
carefully removed one of the outermost gears. "There. Please try to 
move your arm, Alex." 


The cogwheels in the upper arm moved as they always did, but the 
gears below the elbow stayed perfectly still, and the arm refused to 


move. Alex began to panic as he desperately tried to lift his arm, the 
gears spinning madly in an attempt to produce an effect. 


"Please, Alex, calm yourself." Father Williams said soothingly. Alex 
looked back to see Father Williams staring at the removed gear. "It 
is interesting, isn't it? How something so small can affect so much?" 


Father Williams turned his attention back to Alex. "When we give our 
praises to our Lord, we are not simply worshiping a mindless 
machine that knows or cares nothing about us, despite what the 
heretics may think. Our souls, that which make us what we are, this 
is what we give to our God. He is not called 'The Broken God' 
because He is some robot that needs physical repair. He is called 
‘The Broken God' because each of us, our souls, are a missing 
piece of Him." 


"And that, Alex, is why you should not fear to lose our Lord's favor, 
because just as you need him, He needs you. He loves you because 
you and He are the same in spirit. Just like He needs me, and He 
needs every one of us. You will never lose our Lord's love, because 
much like this gear and your arm, He cannot be without you. So 
when you are alone and fearing that you have nothing to give to our 
Lord, remember one thing:" Father Williams looked down and 
replaced the missing gear back into its socket, then looked back up 
at Alex. "That even something small is needed to make the whole 
complete." 


Alex tried once again to lift his arm, and this time it moved as though 
nothing had happened to it. Alex looked at Father Williams for a 
moment, then smiled. "Thank you, Father. | feel much better now." 
Alex stood up, shook Father Williams hand and left, this time with a 
newfound spring in his step. Father Williams chuckled as he turned 
his attention back to his book, a text from an archaic religion that 
nevertheless had many good selections that evoked thoughts of his 
own Lord. That young man reminded Father Williams of himself 
when he was younger. Perhaps next time Alex comes to visit, he 
should bring up the possibility of joining their Church's clergy. In his 
book the old man found his favorite passage, which he murmured 
aloud to himself. 


"Humble yourselves, therefore, under Gods mighty hand, that he 


may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him, for he cares 
for you." 


A Memorandum 


OFFICIAL ETHICS COMMITTEE 


From: 


To: 


Attachments: 
Dear Dr. Cimmerian, 


As an Ethics Comittee Liaison, 
you of all people should be aware 
of the stresses that Foundation 
personnel face when it comes to 
working with the anomalous and 
the conditions that they face ona 
day-to-day basis. That being said, 
despite the Ethics Committee's 
continual work to maintain a 
healthy organisational culture, the 
repeated claims of endemic 
bullying and harrassment 
continue, with one of the most 
striking examples of such a case 
being that of Dr. Scott Fletcher. 


Attached is a log of a number of 
communications which | feel are 
demonstrative of the toxic culture 
currently being perpetuated with 
regards to the organisation of the 
Foundation as a whole. Dr. 
Fletcher is only one case, but his 
is one of the most significant 


Dr. Adileh Khayyam, Site-43 
Psychologist and Humanoid 
“omaly Specialist 

Dr. Jeremiah Cimmerian, Ethics 

~ ymmittee Liaison 

~arrassment of Dr. Scott Fietcher 
18 files 


cases | have had during the past 
six months of my tenure at 
Site-43. While | have seen many 
cases of psychological trauma 
across my work at the 
Foundation, Dr. Fletcher's 
remains a significant case 
because of how emblematic he is 
of the problems Foundation staff 
face with regards to mental health 
and wellbeing. 


Suffice it to say in my personal 
opinion that if this pattern of 
harrassment and mistreatment 
continues without serious 
intervention on the part of the 
Ethics Committee, Dr. Fletcher's 
case is only going to be one of 
many the Department of 
Psychology will have to deal with. 


Kind regards, 


Dr. Adileh Khayyam 


Emails Recovered From Dr. Fletcher's Inbox 


~ *, Scott Fletcher 

~ 3searcher Isaac McCormack 

“Ist Saying hey. 
= ~°th March 2015 

Message 

Hey Scott. Look, | know that you 

haven't been feeling all that well 

lately, but | just wanted to send 

this to you to let you know that 

we're all really hoping you'll get 

better soon and that the whole 


team misses you here. I'm so 
sorry about what happened that 
day, and if you don't respond, 
that's fine. Just give me a call or 
something when you get back to 
work, and I'll buy you a drink, 


alright? Thanks. 
= ~ *, Scott Fletcher 
From: Senior Researcher Samuel 
~ organ 
7 “cident - 
file (postincidentaffidavit.padf) 
2 ~°th March 2015 
Message 


Dear Dr. Fletcher, 


Attached are the Incident Reports 
from 25/02/2015 regarding SCP- 

testing, including several 
sections of testimony you 
provided with regards to the 
breach that occurred. Site 
Director Daniels has requested 
your affirmation of the testimony 
you provided. Please fill out these 
forms and submit them by 
26/03/2015. 


Kind regards, 

S. R. Samuel Morgan 
a ~ *, Scott Fletcher 

~ te Director Janet Daniels 

~ plication of Leave (12/03/15) 
“Hh March 2015 


Message 
Dear Dr. Fletcher, 


Your request for leave has 


Officially been approved, effective 
from 15/03/2015 to 05/04/2015. 
7 ~ *, Scott Fletcher 

~ *, Adilen Khayyam 
~ dunselling 

“oth March 2015 


Message 
Scott, 


| know you probably won't read 
this until you come back to your 
office in a few weeks, but when 
you do get around to reading this, 
| want to talk to you. If you don't 
want to talk to me, that's fine, but 
| saw you in the hall a couple of 
days ago. To put it kindly, you 
really look like you need to talk to 
somebody. Whether or not that 
person's me, | don't care, but 
please. 


Get better soon. 
Adileh 


~ *, Adileh Khayyam 
~ *. scott Fletcher 
From: Automated Mailbox Response 
~ stem 
~ 3: Counselling 
“oth March 2015 
Message 
Dr. Scott Fletcher is currently 
away on leave. He will return on 
the 5th of May, 2015. 


Excerpt of Post-Incident - Analysis Report 


...In this case, evidence would seem to suggest that 
D-11938 and Agent Ari Bayer were cooperatively 
responsible for the neutralisation of the anomaly formerly 
designated as SCP-_ . D-11938 and Agent Bayer's 
remains have been reinterred outside Site-43 following 
incineration to prevent possible contamination of the 
surrounding site. Given the negligence involved in the 
testing of SCP- with a lagomorph, Site-43 personnel 
have been issued a reminder as to the danger of 
careless testing with regards to biological anomalies. 
Senior Researcher Jill Richards has been disciplined for 
her involvement in the test and placed on a probationary 
period given her history with unnecessary testing... 


...D-11938 is survived by her daughter, Eileen Cross, 
while Agent Bayer is survived by his husband, Dr. Scott 
Fletcher. A private ceremony for both individuals will be 
held on the 28th of August, with selected members of 
staff invited to attend alongside Dr. Fletcher and Ms. 
Cross. 


Transcript of a Phone Conversation (27/03/2015) 


Dr. Adileh Khayyam: Hello? 
Researcher Alex Marshall: Hey, Doc. 


Dr. Khayyam: Hi, Alex. Is this to arrange an 
appointment? 


Researcher Marshall: Nah. | just wanted to check in 
with Scott. 


Dr. Khayyam: What do you want to know? 


Researcher Marshall: | wanted to know how he's been, 
you know? 


Dr. Khayyam: He doesn't look well. 


Researcher Marshall: Really? 


Dr. Khayyam: Mister Marshall, to put this bluntly, | met 
him the other day at a restaurant when | was out on my 
lunch break. He bought a salad, didn't eat for the entire 
time | was talking to him and he left to go to the 
bathroom for about a quarter of an hour before he paid 
the bill. | would not consider that "healthy" behaviour. 


Researcher Marshall: Um. Wow, that's a lot worse than 
| thought. It's just... the guys back at the lab are 
struggling to keep up with the work, you know? 


Dr. Khayyam: I'm well aware. 


Researcher Marshall: Alright then. Yeah. Just, uh, call 
me when he's gonna come back to work. 


Dr. Khayyam: I'll let you know. 


Emails Recovered from Dr. Khayyam's Inbox 


~ ~ *, Adilen Khayyam 
“drew Gerson 


Re: Checking in with you about a few 
escriptions (HIGH PRIORITY) 
Attachment: 3 files (OCER_19_ 03 15 A.pdf, 


OCER_19 03 15 B.pdf, 
~GER_19_03_15_C.pdf) 
5 ; ~}th of March, 2015 
Message 
Hey Adileh, 


Found a couple of worrying things 
from a few patients of yours. 
Notably, this guy doesn't seem to 
understand the correct dosage of 
diazepam. He's come in a few 
days too early, says he's run out 
— did you change the dosage? 


3/772 REQUIRED]. Further research is planned. NOTE: 
Spheksophobic D-class personnel may prove instrumental in 
SCP-772 data collection. — Dr. Woodside 


SCP-772 appears to be carnivorous, and in resource-deficient 
environments, cannibalistic. Males will attack and kill small 
mammals (e.g., rabbits, cats) but mainly scavenge whatever 
remains they can find, including larger prey items killed by 
females. SCP-772 males can be seen "swarming" to the 
location of a female's kill, and she may tolerate their presence 
(in limited numbers). When a critical threshold has been 
reached, she will attack the males until they retreat, 
sometimes killing and eating individuals too slow to escape. 
Consult Document 772-11W for more information and 
hypotheses concerning SCP-772 intraspecies interaction.