Addendum 182-1: SCP-182 claims that the incident that resulted in 
the loss of its speech and hearing also manifested its telepathic 
talents. It is not presently clear whether this was a deliberate goal of 
the 'torture' subject was subjected to or whether the apparently life- 
or-death situation caused previously suppressed powers to 
manifest. Questioning in this vein is to be discouraged, as SCP-182 
has become agitated in the past and has successfully attempted to 
accelerate the rate of mental breakdown in his handlers, resulting in 
casualties during the first questioning. 


Addendum 182-2: It has been suggested that SCP-182 be used as 
a “translator” with other SCPs who appear capable of thought, but 
not of communication. Given the side-effects of proximity to 


SCP-182, this request has been denied. 
Incident Report 182-7 


Audio report recovered from guard house, voice 
identified as Agent ,recorded //19 


"Yeah... So, we got the letter this morning from O5 
saying the sedation was approved. Dr. went out to 
tell one-eighty-two, guy seemed pretty happy, clappin' 
his hands and everything. Like a little kid. Shot him up, 
he was out like a light. Slept a few hours, then Dr. 

went in to check on him, make sure he was still 
breathing. Don't want a casualty, yeah? Anyway, I'm in 
the other house, we'd got up a good game of twenty-one, 
when | hear Doc screamin’ his lungs out. Something 
about spiders, or...wha?" 


(Following this the tape records seven gunshots; audio 
analysis indicates they were fired at a point above and to 
the left of the microphone.) 


"God damn it... We thought Doc had finally cracked, he'd 
been seeing little things out of the corner of his eye for a 
few days, we figured one-eighty-two had got to him. We 
drew straws to see who'd have to go get his body, [Agent 
J ] drew the short straw. Guy was fresh out 
here, just been assigned last week. Dammit, | should 
have gone instead. J's screams started a few minutes 
later. Everyone got up at this point, we started walkin’ out 
there, snow everywhere, should've transferred out of 
here befo- agh!" 


(Another eight gunshots are heard, followed by repeated 
clicking. Subsequent sounds determined to be the 
replacement of an empty magazine.) 


"Ugh... These things... We got to the house where one- 
eighty-two was, he was lying on the bed, looked dead to 
the world. Thirty, maybe thirty-five feet away J and Doc 
were sitting on the floor, drooling. Well, Doc was. J was 


dead. Blood oozing out of his mouth, looked like he bit 
his own tongue off. All three of us knew what'd 
happened. | started to see... things. | ran, | don't know 
about the other guys. I'm holed up in the building, gonna 
wait for the boat to arrive. Hope | can hold off long 
enough..." 


(Audio recording continued for seventeen minutes, 
intermittent screams and gunshots can be heard, as well 
as a door opening twice.) 


"I've seen what happens to those guys that go too far. 
I'm not ending up like that. I'm not going to see those 
things. Bye." 


(A gunshot is heard, tape records two hours of silence. 
The bodies of Agents and __ were found inside the 
door, shot by Agent __. Agent was found next to the 
recorder, a bullet lodged in his skull.) 


Final Incident Report: Subsequent questioning of 
SCP-182 by replacement personnel revealed that 
subject 'suffered from horrible, unworldly nightmares’ 
while sedated. Subject displayed elevated levels of 
stress during interview, and it is theorized that the 
nightmares experienced by SCP-182 caused enough 
emotional distress that subject unconsciously created a 
radius of heightened hallucinatory territory. Subject is 
henceforth to be denied all sleeping aids. 


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SCP-183: "Weaver" 


Item #: SCP-183 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-183's container must be 
soundproofed and lined with heavy steel plate. Size of the container 
is unimportant, as SCP-183 has no apparent preference and will use 
as much space as it is given. Personnel are strongly advised to 
avoid entering the container; this is pointless and exceedingly 
dangerous, and any desire to do so may be indicative of hitherto 
unobserved psychological capabilities of SCP-183's song (see 
below). Openings in the container are to be small and brief, 
preferably exclusive to feeding purposes. 


The organism has shown no real desire to escape, but should this 
occur, it could quickly render the entire research environment 
impassable, and potentially quite dangerous. SCP-183's song has 
been described as pleasant, and as long as no subliminal effects are 
observed, researchers are permitted to keep the chamber's 
embedded microphones active if they wish. 


Description: SCP-183 is an unknown biological entity that is, for all 
intents and purposes, invisible. Evidence of its existence comes 
mainly in the form of monofilament wires which the organism 
apparently synthesizes. These fibers are extremely thin and durable; 
they are capable of slicing through soft tissue, bone, and even body 
armor with very little force. Coupled with the difficulty of seeing 
them, this constitutes a serious hazard to all personnel within the 
container. Organic material left within the container disappears at a 
rate of approximately 4 kg per day, an indication that the organism is 
omnivorous. 


The wires synthesized by SCP-183 are unique in human 
experience. Tests indicate that they may be a form of carbon 
nanotube. They appear frequently and almost instantly, strung taut 


between walls, ceiling and floor in no apparent pattern, forming a 
convoluted, razor-sharp tangle. This may be analogous to a spider's 
web, a trap to capture food. Small animals in the chamber are left 
alone until killed by their own movement. If they are non-fatally 
injured by the wires, SCP-183 will consume any severed body parts 
but will not attack the animal itself until it is dead. Individual fibers 
vanish after several hours; our working theory is that they eventually 
lose their adhesive properties and fall to the floor to be consumed 
and recycled by SCP-183. 


Interestingly, SCP-183 plucks its wires in a distinctly musical pattern, 
producing a surprisingly complex and euphonic melody which is 
reproducible on the common pentatonic scale. The limited number 
of notes suggests that the wires are produced at discrete lengths 
and tensions, possibly indicative of high intelligence. This may be 
designed to lure in prey; attempts at playing back the tune or others 
in the same key have produced no observable changes in activity, 
suggesting that it is not intended for communication. 


Current research on SCP-183 aims to reverse-engineer the 
organism's monofilament wires and to ascertain the mechanism of 
its invisibility. 


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SCP-184: The Architect 


Item #: SCP-184 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP- 184 is not to be contained 
in any structure. SCP-184 is to be attached to a high-power 
electromagnet at all times. Should the electromagnet fail, agents are 
to report to SCP-184's containment area and prevent access to all 
unauthorized personnel until the electromagnet is restored to power. 
The containment area for SCP-184 is currently configured to 
resemble a park with SCP-184 and its containment magnet 
disguised as statuary. Any and all visitors are to be monitored. 


Any structures affected by SCP-184 are to be demolished after 
review by [DATA EXPUNGED]. Final demolition approval or 
inclusion into SCP will also be determined by this body. No 
investigation is to be done into affected structures without approval 
and a rescue team on standby. 


Description: SCP-184 is a small, smooth metallic object, 10 cm (4 
in) tall and 10 cm (4 in) wide, in the shape of a dodecahedron. Each 
face of the figure has a circular hole in the center, and a small 
sphere is attached to each vertex. SCP-184 is made of an unknown, 
but highly magnetic, alloy about as hard as brass. 


When inside an enclosed structure, SCP-184 expands the 
structure's inner dimensions without altering its outer dimensions. 
SCP-184 will increase the inner dimensions of any enclosed 
structure by several hundred meters each day, beginning one hour 
after entry into the structure. Initially, SCP-184 only extends the 
walls out, causing rooms to become much larger without adjusting 
the height of the room. This expansion continues until the original 
dimensions of the room have been tripled. 


At this point, SCP-184 starts creating wholly new rooms. SCP-184 is 


apparently able to copy items from inside the structure, creating 
furnished rooms consistent with the rest of the structure. After a 
period of time, however, the expansion process appears to break 
down. For example, items will be made from inappropriate materials 
(glass books, a wooden microwave), rooms will be oddly-shaped, 
doors will open into blank walls, and hallways will be tiny or twist 
back around in long mazes. The new inside structures continue to 
be more and more odd, while the outside remains unchanged. 


This behavior is most dramatically illustrated in homes; however, it 
has been observed in other instances, including a cardboard box. 
The changes do not go away with the removal of SCP-184, but no 
additional structures are created. 


Addendum 184 - 1: Notes from Dr. 


| don’t think | need to stress the fact that this thing can NEVER be 
allowed into Site 19. We may need to look into different containment 
at some point, but for the time being, we will keep it in the open, 
immovable, and hidden. 


Addendum 184 - 2 Locations of Interest 


It is currently hypothesized that SCP-184 or an anomaly with a 
similar effect may be responsible for the creation of Locations of 
Interest such as Backdoor SoHo, and Chugoku Cellar. Investigation 
into SCP-184 as a potential origin for these spaces is ongoing. 


Addendum 184 — 38RB: Notes on recovery 


SCP-184 was recovered in the Kowloon Walled City in June of 
Reports of the city's bizarre and explosive growth attracted 
Operatives, who soon learned of SCP-184, held in the possession of 
[DATA EXPUNGED]. After several police crackdowns, Mobile Task 
Force Zeta-9 was dispatched and recovered SCP-184 with minimal 
losses. The final effect of exposure to SCP-184 on both the City and 
inhabitants may never fully be understood due to the reckless 
actions of local law enforcement, which destroyed several affected 
sections of the city before Operatives could take action to prevent it. 


Interviews with residents yielded minimal information, with a 
communal “wall of silence” being the major response. A few 
documents indicated that SCP-184 could be brought into a home 
and allowed to affect the dwelling for 50 pounds sterling per half 
hour. These documents were unconfirmed by residents. 


Addendum 184 — 38RB-s: Additional Documentation. 


Personal Log of Gordon Richards — Member of Mobile Task Force 
Zeta-9, the Mole Rats 


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Personal Log Of Gordon Richards 


Personal Log of: Gordon Richards, member of Mobile team Zeta-9, 
the Mole Rats 


Date: June 3rd, 


Dispatched to the “Kowloon Walled City” to recover an object and 
document anything affected by it. | have never seen such a horrible 
place. The filth is everywhere, whole walls and even structures 
made of garbage. If you crack your suit for even a second, you get 
flooded by the smell of smoke, cooking, sweat, machine oil and 
excrement. Henry fell into a pit used as a sewer on the ground level 
after breaking through a trash walkway. He was fine, the suit was 
just filthy, but he threw up and had to be removed. I’m not sure if 
he’s going to work out. 


Everyone here avoids us like the plague, or darts out to throw trash 
or insults. They are a tribe, and a territorial one at that. The sheer 
crush of humanity is intimidating, and I’m glad | have the suit 
between me and them. The object is supposed to be somewhere in 
the core of this mass, but getting there is going to be tricky. 


Date: June 4th, 


Local law enforcement led by Agents did a bunch of raids last 
night. Cleared people out of some of the areas we need to go in, 
but there are so many people here it’s hard to notice any 
difference. Yesterday's recon helped uncover a couple “homes” 
affected by this thing. They don’t look like much, the same squalid 
homes as everyone else, but they are too big inside. It’s an odd 
feeling, standing with your hand on the wall, and knowing that by all 
rights you should be six feet outside the structure, in mid-air. Henry 
is better today, but seems really jumpy. Lev took him aside and 
talked to him last night, and | hope it’s helped. I’m getting worried 
about him. Caught him muttering to himself over the radio 


today. Told him to knock it off, but didn’t report it, maybe | should 
have. | think I’m going to ask for him to be put on a different unit 
after this. 


Deep recon this evening, we’re splitting up to try and hunt down 
where they are storing this thing. Lev and | pulled the short stick 
and have to hike it around the sewer system. Honestly, it can’t be 
any worse than topside; at least | won’t have to keep seeing the 
blank, empty faces of these people. 


Date: June 6th, 


Henry is dead. We didn’t get back until early this morning; we’d 
been off the radio for several hours because of all the 

interference. It seems areas affected by this thing screw with radio 
waves pretty bad. The sewer was a nightmare, but no sign of 
alteration by the item. When we came back up, Paul gave me the 
news. Henry and Paul were exploring near the center of the city 
when they got attacked. A mob of people swarmed them and 
dragged Henry off. Paul was hurt and his suit was badly damaged, 
and he had to leave for medical attention. Henry was screaming 
over the radio for a while, and then it cut off. Paul and a couple 
other Mole Rats charged in with some agents to recover Henry, but 
after a few minutes, Henry came back on the radio. 


His receiver was broken, but he could still broadcast. One of the 
Agents was recording, and he played it back to Lev and |, to see if 
any of it made sense to us. It didn’t. He was rambling and sounded 
like he was hurt. Kept talking about the endless heart of the city, the 
hell of glass, just crazy stuff. Paul and the rescue team kept trying 
to find him, but suddenly his radio cut out again. 


Henry came tearing down one of those tiny halls, helmet off and 
screaming like amad man. He ran right by Paul and smashed an 
Agent into a wall on his way by. He slammed into a dead end and 
just exploded through it, right out of the building. He fell six stories 
onto some metal junk. It took an hour to get his body 

untangled. We're done screwing around here. Agent Parks, Lev 
and me are rounding up what amounts to the city elders, and we’re 
getting to the damn bottom of this. 


Date: June 7th, 


Interrogation went well. Agent Parks asked the questions, we 
provided what he called “negative consequences for non- 
cooperation”. The first guy, some Triad punk, didn’t want to 

talk. Two broken legs later, and he was a lot more open. Said the 
thing was called “The Builder”, and nobody knew when it first came 
to the city. He never had anything to do with it, just helped stand 
guard outside rooms where it was working. He said that was all he 
knew, and that we had to talk to one of the elders, Long-Wen, if we 
wanted it. He apologized for Henry’s death, said it was just the way 
of things. | broke his jaw in three places.