The pair continue north for several minutes and 
eventually come across a clearing. A motte-and-bailey 
style castle similar in design to those existing in the area 
around the turn of the 11th century can be seen in the 
distance. The immediate area surrounding the walls 
show absent portions consistent with SCP-3009-A 
discharge. 


Munru: Do you feel that? 


Nanku: Yea. My Argus Three! is picking up some heavy 
EVE? emanating from within that castle. Type-Black; 
Locked. 


Munru: Definitely a god. Or something like it, at least. 
Nanku: You thinking what I'm thinking? 


Munru: That would mean there was a mistake in our 
uploading. 


Nanku: Not like that. | mean, I'm thinking we go in there 
and blow everything to hell. 


Munru: Ah. Then, yes. Let us do exactly that. 


[The pair make their way inside through a collapsed 
portion of wall. The houses and other structures within 
the bailey are consistent with those of the time period. 
Areas are eroded in a similar manner, suggesting a 
presence of SCP-3009-A within. No signs of life are 
present.] 


Nanku: Looks like it's a straight shot. 
Munru: Halt! Turn away, children! 


Nanku: What is the matter? 


Munru: Not me... | didn't — [At this point, several voices 
can be heard emanating from Munru; speaking in unison 
with him.] This is our price. Our bondage. 


[Nanku approaches Munru slowly.] 
Nanku: You OK? 


Munru: [Multiple voices. Munru's body language 
suggests panic; his hand can be seen trembling as he 
reaches for his sidearm.] Sixty-seven. A dead man walks 
on broken grass through the Hall of—3 


[From Nanku's cam: Nanku lashes out at Munru. Her fist 
crashes through Munru'’s mouth and exits out the back of 
his head. She withdraws her hand, and Munru falls to the 
ground, dead. A surge of azure light rises from his 
corpse, and swiftly travels towards the castle keep. It 
passes through the wall and out of sight.] 


Nanku: Oh... hell no. You're not getting out of this so... 
easily. 


[Nanku crouches low towards the ground - the sound of 
her Ambulatory Peripatetic Enhancement can be heard 
to chime. 


Nanku explodes forwards across the bailey, up the 
motte, and crashes trough the wall of the keep. The keep 
itself consists of a single large room sectioned off into 
several smaller rooms for the occupant. 


She walks forward to where a dirty straw mat lay across 
the ground. Nanku brushes it aside with her foot, 
revealing a trap-door. Once opened, a shaft can be seen 
to extend down into the motte -terminating several 
meters into the Earth. There is a wooden ladder leading 
down, which Nanku ignores, and jumps down the shaft. 


The chamber Nanku lands in is a small, narrow dungeon, 
lined with stone. There is a single path that runs opposite 


the ladder - at the end of which is a robed humanoid 
(SCP-3009-B). It is cast in silhouette against the 
iridescent column, and is hunched over, facing away 
from Nanku.] 


Nanku: Are you a god? 


[SCP-3009-B moves to stand. An ornate, wooden chest 
encased in chains can be seen lying on the ground 
behind it. The entity turns to face Nanku. As it speaks, 
several dozen vocalizations come from the entity, 
echoing its dialogue. ] 


SCP-3009-B: Your tongue. The distant future. You do 
not belong here. 


[Nanku removes her left hand, priming the Heissan- 
Neuman Olympian-Class Ravager embedded in her arm. 
A distinctive, high-pitched whir is emitted by the weapon 
as it charges. Nanku aims it at the entity's head.4] 


Nanku: You have precisely... five seconds to answer my 
question before— 


SCP-3009-B: We are called [SCP-3009-B emits a 
piercing screech, followed by a gurgle]. The closest 
analogue in your tongue is ‘Many’. You may call us that if 
it suits you. 


Nanku: I'm... fully dressed, thanks. 


SCP-3009-B: /SCP-3009-B pauses for a moment, before 
continuing.] Your weapon will be ineffectual, regardless. 
There is but one threat to our kind, and indeed, existence 
itself. For you see, there is this grand and— 


[Nanku fires upon the entity. A bright flash illuminates the 
area. The entity is alight with green fire. Hundreds of 
voices can be heard screaming in unison within the 
entity, whose remains writhe - scattered across the 
ground and walls of the chamber. Nanku looks down at 


the remains of her arm - most of the weapon had also 
been destroyed in the blast, and is leaking negatively- 
charged thaumatic fluid. 


The remains of SCP-3009-B begin to seep towards one 
another. They collect on the floor of the chamber, begin 
to take on a humanoid shape, and stand. Nanku draws 

her pistol.] 


SCP-3009-B: You cannot begin to comprehe— 


[Nanku shoots it in the head point-blank. Chunks and 
particles of the entity splatter onto the wall behind it as it 
collapses. It begins to reform again, and slowly rises to 
stand.] 


SCP-3009-B: The grand force of chaos, Apakht! You 
must— 


[Nanku shoots it in the head again. The entity has trouble 
getting off the ground, and rises to a knee. Its body- 
language suggests pleading. ] 


SCP-3009-B: /The entity's tertiary voices no longer 
speak in unison, and discordantly stutter.] Y-y-y-y-y-ou 
must not kill Apak— 


[Nanku sighs, and shoots the entity in the face again. It 
falls to the ground, and no longer seems capable of 
repairing the damage to its head.] 


SCP-3009-B: This is merely— 


[It is interrupted by another round from Nanku's pistol. It 
thrashes on the ground; its tertiary voices constantly 
repeat 'Decoy! in a desperate manner.] 


[Nanku fires upon the entity. After a brief period of 
consideration, she fires upon it a second time, pauses, 
then proceeds to empty the clip into its body. The entity 
neither moves nor speaks; it appears to be lifeless. 
Nanku approaches the body, and kicks it square in the 


chest.] 
Nanku: This is cause for celebration. 


[Nanku presses a depression on the flesh behind her ear 
and an audio file begins to play: 'Don't Stop Me Now' 
from the artist Queen. Nanku proceeds to set-up an 
Existential-Disruption Field Generator. The feed cuts out 
upon its activation. ] 


Footnotes 

1. Referring to theArgus-III Situational Awareness System, 
experimental paratech which grants parasensory awareness. 

2. Elan-Vital Energy 

3. This was the first half of Nanku's individualized memetic kill- 
phrase. 

4. Constructed for use based upon plans recovered from a survivor 
ofSCP-1730. 


SCP-3010: Causal-Absent Paranoia 


Item #: SCP-3010 
Object Class: Euclid Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: The word ‘Causal-Absent 
Paranoia’ is to retain a dictionary definition as follows: ‘the healthy 
brain overreacting to natural stimulus due to overindulgence, 
excessive stress, lack of sleep, and other such strains to the mind 
and body.’ All cultural and social references to the word must be 
kept in this manner. 


An instance of SCP-3010-1 is to be contained utilizing a series of 
falsifications to trap its ‘presence’ inside a dummy household. One 
D-Class personnel with extreme reclusive tendencies and a 
verifiable response to SCP-3010 is to be staged there at all times to 
prevent containment breach. The D-Class is not to be informed of 
their role, classification, location, or communicate with any outsiders. 
The D-Class must, in all cases, believe himself to be trapped in an 
abandoned, unfamiliar house with the entity, completely alone. 


The household has 32 windows and 46 mirrors. The following rooms 
are to be lit: the Bedroom, West Hall, Grand Hall, Rec Room, and 
storage. No other rooms have light fixtures. Food is to be 
periodically restocked when the resident D-Class is a suitable 
distance from Storage. There must be a Scranton Reality Anchor 
posed at each corner of the building, and two in the vault in the 
household's basement. 


Through the windows, a falsified night-time countryside is to be 
constructed, and kept in a perpetual state of darkness. The door 
must be bolted shut and reinforced with steel, all windows must be 
fitted with 7.5 centimeter thick windows of bulletproof glass, and all 
walls lined with a 5 centimeter thick steel composite. 


These procedures are privy to immediate alteration upon discovery 


of more effective mass-containment for SCP-3010-1 instances. 


Description: SCP-3010 is the anomalous byproduct of a nearly 
undetectable entity, hereby classified as SCP-3010-1. SCP-3010 is 
characterized as a sensation of "being watched", similar to that of 
being intensely stared at or observed unwillingly by another human 
or sentient being. 


SCP-3010-1 and its effects are inconsistent in their manifestation 
unless certain specific requirements are met. In particular, small 
spaces, single-room areas, sterile environments (closed off hospital 
rooms, Prisons, etc.), and Foundation containment cells prove 
ineffective at causing it to manifest. The only known way to bring 
about an instance of SCP-3010-1 with complete consistency is to 
stage a single human in a house, or something resembling a living 
space of at least 500 square meters with minimal lighting. Any other 
cases of SCP-3010-1 appearance seem to be random. 


The entity has few known physical traits, and a certain set of 
tendencies in its pursuit of others. It only pursues solitary humans, 
generally between the age of 16-40. It cannot pursue pilots of 
automobiles or other fast-moving vehicles. Its most common victims 
tend to be alone in their own property, and the time-frame follows 
the trend of 12:00 a.m. to sunrise, which limits the sample space to 
individuals with a tendency to remain awake at those times. 


Often times those who experience SCP-3010 tend to report it from 
behind. If their back is to the wall, they tend to avoid the nearest 
window or dark corner. Mirrors cause extreme aversion in sufferers 
of SCP-3010, and they often flee to sections of their house that lack 
both of the aforementioned objects. 


SCP-3010 sufferers can not sleep under any circumstances. This is 
not due to fear, but a fundamental part of SCP-3010-1 that 
manipulates the parts of the brain that control melatonin production, 
dream regulation, and sleep induction, making them completely 
inoperable. It is assumed to be caused by a very faint insertion of a 
gaseous substance into the local atmosphere. This is classified as 
CAP-induced-insomnia and also given a medical explanation. 


SCP-3010-1 is perceived as passively hostile to humankind. It has a 


specific set of triggers that, when activated, will cause it to [DATA 
EXPUNGED] the subject. Detail in Addendum SCP-3010-A. 


The triggers tend to be the following: Actively hunting the source of 
SCP-3010 with intent to destroy or harm, prolonged contact with 
mirrors, windows, or unlit rooms, long periods of sustained silence, 
direct contact with the ‘presence’ of the entity, panic, blood, and any 
attempt to contact other human beings. 


If two of these triggers are met greater than 3 times (with the 
exception of attempted contact or awareness of the entity, which 
instantly activates it), the entity will "activate", performing one of the 
previously mentioned acts. The rate of survival is precisely %. 


Avoidance of human interaction (e.g. avoidant disorders) can either 
have an extreme attraction effect or an extreme repellent effect on 
the entity. Individuals who excel in human interaction (particularly 
sociopaths) produce a strange, relatively unknown effect that can 
cause several severe anomalies. Testing is not advised. One such 
incident is detailed in "Recordings from D-17729". 


Currently, Site 2C is utilized primarily for information gathering. As 
there are likely hundreds of thousands of instances of SCP-3010-1, 
it is considered less of a containment operation and more of a 
wildlife observation venture. If any information on the nature of 
SCP-3010-1's presence, congregation, locations, quantity, or 
otherwise related traits are discovered, they should be reported to 
Site-2C's Overseers immediately, upon which any needed 
containment procedures will be amended. Mass containment of 
SCP-3010-1 instances are a high priority. 


+ Addendum SCP-3010-A 


SCP-3010-1: Known Physiological Traits 
and Habits 


As of the current time, little is known of the 
physical appearance, locations, dependence 
on humans, or origin of SCP-3010-1 instances. 
However, due to the continued containment of 
a particular instance, the following information 


has been discovered. 


1. SCP-3010-1 is not perceivable in any 
wavelength of light. Even in instances of D- 
Class personnel seeking the entity in a manner 
implying that they can visualize it or pinpoint its 
location, the only tell of its location is given 
after a reactive incident. 


2. SCP-3010-1 has a particular reaction 
towards those expressive of avoidant 
disorders. Simply put, about 50% of individuals 
with avoidant disorders do not react to 
anything in scenarios where SCP-3010-1 
would manifest. Those that it can interact with, 
however, express a complete incapability of 
producing a reactive incident, even if they 
enact any of the triggers for such incidents. 
These cases seem to feel the effects of 
SCP-3010 at a higher intensity than normal. 


3. SCP-3010-1's biological appearance and 
structure are unknown. However, it is apparent 
that SCP-3010-1 is still constrained by 
physical variables, and thus has a degree of 
physical presence. If a victim is contained 
within a small space (minimum of 3.5x3.5x3.5 
cubic meters) or is within an area that has all 
entrances secure and no mirrors or windows 
present, SCP-3010-1 will not manifest. (For 
this reason, no doors in Site-2C can lock and 
will always open on their own after 30 
minutes.) This implies that SCP-3010-1 cannot 
pass through physical matter other than 
windows and mirrors, and does in fact have a 
specific height (apparently above 3.5 meters.) 
Using similar experimentation, SCP-3010-1 
appears to be somewhere around 15-20cm in 
width. 


4. Upon enough of the aforementioned triggers 


Unknown: (Gasping, groaning) 

C. Johnson: The...who's that? Identify. 

Unknown: Flamer Tell, sir. 

C. Johnson: What is your status, Tell? What of Blackfly? 
Over. 

F. Tell: ...dead. Everyone. 

C. Johnson: Repeat that, Tell? 

F. Tell: (screaming) We're all dead down here, 
commander! | saw one of them...one of them pulled 
Doug apart...just...just in half. It laid all these eggs, and 
another one squirted this jizz over them. They hatched... 
they hatched so fast...more of those things...ate him so 
fast...dozens of them...eating Howard now...I liked 
Howard, commander...eating him...eating him... 

C. Johnson: Calm down, Tell, for God's sake. What's 
your personal status? 

F. Tell: They're on my legs...1 can see 'em...but | can't 
feel it...biting me... 

(Radio silence) 

F. Tell: | feel something...burning...like bubbling... 

C. Johnson: Tell. Self-terminate. That's an order. I'm 
sorry. 

F. Tell: (Unintelligible) 

C. Johnson: God damn it, Tell! Do you copy?! 
Immediate self-termination! 

F. Tell: (Warped voice) The flesh is like milk to us. 

C. Johnson: What the hell are you saying, Tell? 

F. Tell: We are one. 

C. Johnson: | think he's gone crazy. 

F. Tell: One is all. (Cracking noises) 

C. Johnson: Wasp, Hornet. Come in. 

(Radio Silence) 

C. Johnson: Wasp, Hornet. Come in, damn it. 

L. O’Denn: (Same warped voice as documented with 
Flamer Tell) We are here. There are many. 

C. Johnson: Perts? Tell command we’re evacuating the 
premises. Mission failure. 

C.M Perts: Sir, yes sir. 

C. Johnson: Air strike and full bombardment once we’re 
out. No - (interrupted by crashing sound) Jesus Christ,