A growth on the humanoid's back slowly 
expands as it continues to gather bodies, the 
body of the humanoid decreasing in size as it 
does so. By the sixth consumed body the 
growth is larger than the humanoid, and it is 
unable to continue bipedal movement. The 
limbs recede into the body and the ribs extend 
to allow it to scuttle onto the roof of a nearby 
house. 


It remains in place for twenty minutes. The 
bulbous exterior cracks and is torn away from 
within, revealing three humanoids. They each 
appear to be symptomatic of SCP-217, and 
exhibit physical characteristics of the six 
captured civilians. One, a female with chains 
extending from its scalp, shakes another, 
which appears to be dead. The third, a male 
with clockwork limbs, examines itself before 
jumping from the roof, landing on its stomach. 
It does not appear to be damaged by this, 
which seems to cause it distress. It then 
pursues SCP-001, which is consuming another 
vehicle farther down the street. 


The female humanoid notices the camera 
crew. It begins to wave, but quickly stops. It 
looks toward SCP-001 before jumping into the 
backyard, and out of the camera's view. 


Addendum 001.04: Taped Phone Conversation with 
Robert Bumaro 


Note: The following is audio from a taped phone 
conversation between an agent of the Church of the 
Broken God (name unknown) and Robert Bumaro. The 
call was recorded in December of 1942, and was 
collected by Foundation personnel during a raid on a 
Church stronghold in 1966. 


[CALL BEGINS] 
Bumaro: Hello? 

Agent: Bless you father. 
Bumaro: Dmitri? 
Agent: No. 


Bumaro: Ah, of course. Bless you, child. How 
is the little lord? 


Agent: Stronger every day. We had to move 
him from the back of our office into a 
warehouse nearby. 


Bumaro: He's being fed? 
Agent: As you required. 


Bumaro: Good. When will you be moving to 
Penasco? 


Agent: Within the week. We are only waiting 
for the next train. 


Bumaro: It may need to be sooner. There was 
a raid in La Paz two weeks ago. Three of our 
men have not been accounted for. There is 
growing Foundation activity nearby— (cuts out 
momentarily) 


Agent: Father? 


Bumaro: (7o someone in the background) 
Tomorrow, tomorrow. 


Agent: Father? 


Bumaro: Yes. We had expected them to head 
north, but they've come west instead. A minor 


setback. 


Agent: What about the safehouse? There are 
nearly a hundred other artifacts there, and— 


Bumaro: (Cuts off) A minor setback. They 
don't know where it is, and even if they did, 
that isn't their priority right now. Their eyes, 
and the eyes of the rest of the world, are on 
Europe. As their gaze settles there, they will 
not realize our accomplishment until they are 
powerless to stop him. 


Agent: That was, uh, something else | needed 
to ask you, Father. 


Bumaro: Yes? 


Agent: Our God, uh... is ravenous. We cannot 
seem to satiate him, the supplies we were 
given are not— 


Bumaro: (Cuts off again) What is the issue? 


Agent: Father, our... the Lord is eating its own 
housing. We cannot convince him to stop, he 
cannot be reasoned with, it— 


Bumaro: Nonsense. The heart of the devout 
may speak directly to our God. Can you not 
hear his words when he reaches out to you? 
Do you not feel the machine moving inside of 
you? Or do you need more proof other than 
the living, breathing God before your own 
eyes? 


Agent: No! Father, it is not that, it is— 


Bumaro: | will hear nothing of it. For years, we 
have prayed and asked for our God to be 
unbroken before us. And now, he has 
presented himself. We know that the divine will 


speak to the heart of the devout. If you are 
telling me that there are none among you who 
are devout enough to commune with our Lord, 
tell me now so you can be replaced. 


Agent: Our faith is strong, Father. Please, 
forgive my insolence. | am only misguided. 


Bumaro: See to yourself, then. | worry for your 
faith. Have one of your brothers, one who is 
stronger than you, have him speak to the Lord 
and tell him of the necessity for secrecy. Our 
Lord will understand, no doubt. The Unbroken 
God is a reasonable god. 


Agent: Yes, bless you Father. 
Bumaro: Bless you, child. 
[CALL ENDS] 


Addendum 001.05: Escalation Report, December 1943 


Mexico, before and after the 001-Apotheosis Event. 


The following is an interview conducted with Foundation 
Commander Mark Peterson of Site-74. The director, who 
prior to the 001-Apotheosis Event was stationed in 
Mexico City, was on-site with Foundation personnel in La 
Paz during the Event. 


Director Cornwell: Start again from the top, 
we're recording now. 


Commander Peterson: Alright. The first 
reports we got about Church activity in Mexico 
were in '41, but it was all pretty minor at the 
time. We had just finished field operations near 
the border up north and were preparing to 
move our assets to Atlanta for deployment to 
France. We had just gotten our orders to 


retrieve a series of sensitive objects that they 
didn't want to get into the hands of the krauts, 
and they were going to move our entire 
division to get it done. Leadership wasn't sure 
that Roosevelt would make the call to move in 
enough time for us to blend in with the 
Americans, so we were going to have to go in 
separately. The whole thing was a mess. 


Director Cornwell: What kept you in La Paz? 


Commander Peterson: | was there on 
accident. One of our trains had taken the 
overland route to La Paz, probably to pick up 
some of the armaments we had there. Turns 
out that train was supposed to head north. So 
all of a sudden most of the leadership south of 
the Rio Grande is in La Paz, which in 
retrospect probably did us a lot of good as far 
as the overall effort is concerned. 


Director Cornwell: When did you first hear 
about the 001-Apotheosis Entity? 


Commander Peterson: (Laughs) Jesus. Is 
that what they're calling it now? The machine, | 
guess, we first heard through the grape vine of 
increased activity in the area in... | guess it 
would've been a little over a year ago. We 
ended up in La Paz in October of '42, so... 
yeah, that sounds right. The first concrete 
evidence we got that something was wrong 
was when a train of... refugees? Seems kind 
of silly to call them that, but | guess that's 
accurate. They showed up in La Paz near the 
end of October, talking about how their entire 
town had been mulched. They didn't really 
elaborate much, just kept saying "/a maquina, 
la maquina," you know, "the machine". That's 
why we were calling it that, by the way. We 
had no idea what it was supposed to be. 


Director Cornwell: What about your first 
interaction with the entity? 


Commander Peterson: Well, the rail stopped 
running, if that's what you mean. We got word 
from the local authorities that there had been 
an accident up north, and that the trains 
weren't heading to the border anymore. It 
wasn't a huge issue for us, since we could've 
taken a couple of vehicles and headed east 
until we hit one of those little towns at the foot 
of the mountains. Most of them were hooked 
up to a separate rail line entirely, and we 
could've gotten out that way. But the big stuff, 
the stuff that the train had been sent to La Paz 
for, couldn't just be moved. So we were going 
to wait it out. Then DeMarco had the bright 
idea to send a party up the rail-line to see 
where the hold up was, and see what we could 
do to clear it. He led the expedition himself. 


Director Cornwell: What happened to Agent 
DeMarco? 


Commander Peterson: You know damn well 
what happened to him, Bill. 


Director Cornwell: For the record. 


Commander Peterson: Fine. We didn't hear 
back from them after three days, and were 
going to send the rest of the leadership east 
anyway so they didn't have to wait, but then 
after five days one of DeMarco's guys showed 
up at our camp. He was delirious, talking about 
the "world eater", and how the rest of the guys 
had gotten mulched. And they had, hadn't 
they? | know it wasn't as big then as it ended 
up, but it wasn't something to fuck around with. 
DeMarco... 


Director Cornwell: Are you alright? 


Commander Peterson: Yeah. He tried to kill 
it. He probably knew then what we wouldn't 
find out until later; that we couldn't contain this 
thing. There wasn't a hole in the world big 
enough to put it in, or a box that it wouldn't eat 
its way out of. But it didn't matter for him, or 
anyone he went with. The Machine didn't care. 


Director Cornwell: When did you first see it? 


Commander Peterson: December. Once 
we'd hunkered in, | was part of an 
expeditionary team that flew up there to get a 
good look at it. It was already... | mean, you 
saw what it did to that side of the country. I've 
never seen anything that big that could move. 
It was like a mountain of moving parts, 
blackening the sky as it burned through 
whatever it was shoveling into its chest. And it 
was small then! It was... | don't know. We all 
had XK-Event preparation training, but this 
went above and beyond anything we had 
trained for. It was inevitability. We knew that 
we were going to die, and this thing was going 
to kill us. It was just a matter of when. 


Addendum 001.06: Collected Foundation 
Correspondences 


Note: The following are excerpts from written 
correspondences by Foundation personnel stationed at 
La Paz, recovered from the temporary site in the wake of 
the 001-Apotheosis Event. Names have been omitted. 


Dear : 


| don't even know if this will get to you. None of 
the trains are running, but our commander 
says that we can still get letters out. | hope it 


into a different object unusable or utterly inappropriate for the task at 
hand. These transformations can only occur if SCP-523 is 
unobserved, but can occur in the blink of an eye. 


SCP-523's transformations are immediate and usually extend 
beyond uselessness and into irony. Transformations range from 
extremely impractical to outright dangerous, including instances of 
[DATA EXPUNGED]. Lead appears to prevent it from jumping out of 
a room, but does not prevent it from transforming. It has jumped 
from containment multiple times and disguised itself as mundane but 
useful objects. Several accounts of such follow: 


Document #: 523-01 
Victim: Dr. 
Disguise: Scalpel 


Event: Dr. was preparing to perform a delicate autopsy on 
recently-deceased D -__, who had been killed by SCP-  . He asked 
his assistant to hand him a scalpel. When he looked back at the 
body, he felt a sudden increase in weight from the hand holding the 
scalpel. When he looked at his hand, he found he was holding a 
chainsaw. 


Document #: 523-02 
Victim: Dr. Willis 
Disguise: A pitcher of water 


Event: Dr. Willis was on break in one of the on-site rec rooms when 
a fire broke out due to someone forgetting to take the foil off their 
baked potato before microwaving it. Dr. Willis grabbed the pitcher 
and, not noticing the liquid inside had changed colors after he picked 
it up, doused the flames in the liquid which turned out to be gasoline. 
Dr. Willis was taken in for treatment of 2nd- and 3rd-degree burns. 


Document #: 523-03 


Victim: Agent (deceased) 


does, I'd like you to read it. 


The skies down here have been dark for 
weeks. Smoke from up north every day, 
makes it hard to breathe. They still don't have 
indoor plumbing here, and nobody but the 
other guys in our company speak English. 


We still don't know what we're down here to 
do, either. | keep hearing we're here to fix the 
rails, but why aren't we going north? Aren't the 
breaks in the rails up north? 


A man came into town today with damn near 
half of his face cooked off. He was like a dead- 
man, didn't respond to anybody. He got 
towards the middle of town and collapsed. 
When he finally woke up in the infirmary later, 
he was delirious. Telling a story about a 
machine the size of a mountain that spoke to 
you. Said there were people jumping out of 
their homes and running, just to throw 
themselves in it. Said they were shredded, like 
jumping under a lawn-mower. Then he died, 
and nobody knows why. 


The mountains crumbled before our own eyes. 
We saw a figure rising through the smoke, 
slow and lumbering but with terrifying 
momentum. It didn't crawl like a beast or walk 
like a man, but was propelled forwards by the 
turning of a million cogs, like an iron centipede. 
Its body extended upwards, into the smoke, 
higher than we could make out. Within its 
chest we saw fire, like the furnaces of Hell. It 
came to the mountains north of us and did not 
stop, or go around, but went through, and 
devoured them. It reached out with a long, 
pulsing arm, and pulled an entire village into its 
maw. | saw men leaping to their death as their 
homes were swept away, into the same 


inferno as the rest. And it howled, not just 
through the grinding of the gears and the 
churning of the machine, but in our minds. | 
could hear it in my heart. It was screaming. 


Directive: Central Command, Site-001 
Courtesy of: 


Temp site lost. La Paz in ruins. Mechanical 
entity contained. Massive geological 
alterations. XK avoided. Requesting amnestic 
support. 


SCP-001. Image recovered post-event, and is heavily damaged. 
Photographer unknown. 


Addendum 001.07: Interview with GOC Lieutenant 
"Revenant" 


Note: The following is an excerpt of a post-event 
interview conducted with a GOC lieutenant, codenamed 
"Revenant". The recording of the interview, and all 
transcripts thereof, were collected by Foundation agents 
during a negotiated information exchange in 1992. To 
date, the identity of "Revenant" is unknown. 


There's this story that gets told among 
Foundation agents, something that the grizzled 
veterans will tell the greenhorns during the 
long nights of guard duty on some cell block or 
another. | don't know who started it, but | know 
they still tell it. It's been a half-century, and 
they still get it right. You can give them that 
much credit. 


They say, "Don't you know? The GOC killed 
God." 


But the greenhorns will say, "No, that's not 
true. God is in a cell at site-whatever. The 


GOC didn't kill God." And they're talking about 
that type green they've got locked up 
somewhere, the one who thinks he's the 
Christian god. Then the vets will smile and 
shake their heads, and won't say anything. 
Because they all know. 


They know that in 1943, in the midst of the 
Apocalypse, the Foundation could do nothing 
but watch the end while the Allied Occult 
Initiative, a poorly funded, undermanned, 
inadequate predecessor to the Coalition, 
saved the world. 


The metaphorical gun was found on an island 
off the coast of Greece. | can't even remember 
what it looked like, all | get is that sort of fuzzy 
recollection the amnestics leave you with. But | 
distinctly recall it wasn't as heavy as you'd 
think. 


Why the amnestics? | was with the 
detachment deployed to the area, and 
apparently one of the pieces had some mind 
altering effect to it. | have a vague sense of 
feeling something wrong, so I'll take their word 
for it. | don't remember what it looked like, | 
can't recall how it destroyed that much land. 
Hell, | barely remember when it happened and 
the only reason | know where is all the before 
and after maps. But | can still feel it, in my gut, 
that that wasn't how things were meant to be. 
We stood before what looked to be an angry 
and vengeful God, and all it did was beg us to 
kill it. 


We were all too happy to oblige. 
Addendum 001.08: Recovered Video Transcript 


Note: The following is a transcript of recovered video 


footage, roughly thirty seconds in duration. The transcript 
of the clip was authored shortly after its recovery, though 
the video has since degraded and is no longer legible. 
The footage's audio is in acceptable condition, and is 
available for access below.