WEST: It turns out that the 
human brain, ah, the human brain 
— so long as it's relatively well 
preserved — leaves behind... 
there's a certain residue that it 
leaves behind. Something we can 
extract, and, ah, refine. 


(Clicking.) 


WEST: This residue can be 
‘poiled' from the mind of a 
sufficiently fresh cadaver; think of 
it as a ‘distillation’ of memories — 
of our happiest experiences. All 
the parts of a human life that 
bring us comfort when we need it 


most — that make us gentle and 
kind. 


(Clicking.) 


WEST: Here, you see what's left 
behind. The process of ‘boiling’ is 
critical, otherwise you'll end up 
extracting all of this useless crud 
along with it. 


(Clicking.) 


WEST: Now, we can combine 
and homogenize all of these 
purified distillations together, to 
create, ah — well, to create a 
compound that, when properly 
processed and combined with 
targeted hypnotherapy... 


(Clicking.) 


WEST: ...allows for the removal 
of precise memories, specific 
memories. We replace them with 
this ‘happy soup’, if you will — 
and their minds use that soup to 
build new, pleasant false 
memories — filling in the gaps. 


(Clicking.) 


WEST: The end result being that 
— even in death, D-Class 
continue to help us — help the 
world. 


(Clicking.) 


WEST: Now, | know you all have 
many questions, and I'll be happy 


to take them. One at a time, 
please. 


[END LOG] 


> ACCESS SCP:/2419/memos/064.log 


MEMO 


DATE: 1974/09/12 
FROM: Dr. West 
TO: Dr. Hammond 


Jim: 


| have nothing but respect for you 
as a researcher, as a coworker, 
and as a friend. So please 
understand where | am coming 
from when | tell you to go fuck 
yoursel. 


Your insistence on trying to go 
over my head with this is getting 
tedious. The process doesn't turn 
corpses anomalous. The incident 
last month was a fluke — Terry 
clearly failed to identify an 
anomalous cadaver before he 
started the distillation process. He 
was sloppy (may he rest in 
peace). That's all. 


Everyone's too scared to tell this 
to your face, so I'll just come right 
out and say it: Ever since you 
‘found' religion last year, you've 


become increasingly unbearable 
to work with. 


And even if you're somehow right 
— so what? They're dead, Jim. 
We've got enough problems here 
on earth without having to worry 
about whether or not we left a pile 
of ashes with 'sufficiently happy’ 
thoughts. 


I'm putting in for you to be 
transferred to another site. | 
highly suggest you don't fight it. 


- Dr. West 


> ACCESS SCP:/2419/memos/068.log 


MEMO 


DATE: 1974/09/13 
FROM: Dr. Hammond 
TO: Dr. Kerringer 


You've always been very kind. 
Thank you for that. 


Yesterday, | processed the body 
of D-263175. He was sentenced 
to death for the murder of his 
wife. | boiled away the six hours 
he spent holding his sister's hand 
as she lay dying in a hospital bed. 
| boiled away the swell of pride he 
felt when his son took his first few 
steps. | boiled away all the 
kindness his mother ever showed 


him — until all that remained was 
her cruelty and abuse. 


| took away every moment of joy 
— and left behind a life of 
uninterrupted misery, pain, and 
rage. 


Do you know why the Foundation 
takes D-Class personnel from 
criminal populations, Shaun? It's 
because nobody stops us. 
Nobody cares. A prison is where 
you put unimportant people. It's 
where you shave down whatever 
is left of their humanity until the 
monster you imagined them to be 
is all that remains. But no matter 
how hard we tried, there was 
always a sliver of decency left 
behind — some piece of them we 
couldn't quite reach. 


Until now. We've done it. In death, 
D-263175 is finally the monster 
people imagined. I've burned 
away every last trace of his 
humanity. Now, I'm going to send 
his corpse to Unit C and burn 
away the rest. 


| pray to God that what's left will 
burn. 


| can't stay. I'm sorry. | 
recommend you get out while you 
still can. 


-Dr. Hammond 


You have one (1) new email. 


FROM: Operator Richard Maddox 
<noitadnuof.pcs| 
xoddamr#noitadnuof.pcs| 
xoddamr> 

TO: Site-Director Browning 
<noitadnuof.pcs| 
gninworbb#noitadnuof.pcs| 
gninworbb> 

SUBJECT: Unit C Incinerators 


Those fancy steel hatches of 
yours aren't going to cut it. 


Look. I'm getting a little tired of 
playing Cassandra here, but the 
situation doesn't look good. These 
things barely missed hitting 
critical mass back when we 
switched from oil burners to fuel- 
gas. All it's going to take is a 
technician making a mistake — or 
a burner failing for a little too long. 


Yes, the incinerators have 
massive pits. Yes, if you get it hot 
enough, human fat will burn and 
do half the work for you. But none 
of that will matter if enough meat 
grows back to stuff the entire 
stack. Once that happens, the 
flue gas won't be able to get out 
— and good luck keeping those 
burners running without any room 
for oxygen. We'll lose all six 
incinerators just like that. 


And when that happens? They'll 
come back. 


All of them. 


| checked the incineration logs. 
Incinerator #5 alone has 
incinerated over three thousand 
D-Class corpses. Combined, 
we're looking at ten thousand of 
these things — easy. All 
regenerators. All with every happy 
memory boiled away. All with 20 
years worth of new memories, 
primarily consisting of us burning 
them alive. 


I've been working for the 
Foundation for over 15 years. I've 
watched a lot of D-Class die ina 
lot of horrible ways — so | think | 
know a little bit about what it 
sounds like when someone's 
screaming with fear and pain. 


The things in SCP-2419 aren't 
screaming with fear or pain, 
Bryan. 


They're not screaming at all. 


They're laughing. 


« SCP-2418 | SCP-2419 | SCP-2420 » 


SCP-264: Skeleton Temple 


Item #: SCP-264 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-264 is to be contained in a 
16 by 16 meter room of standard reinforcement. Two guards are to 
be stationed outside of this room at all times, circulated every 
twenty-four hours. The room is to be monitored every day for a 
minimum of two hours. SCP-264 requires no nourishment of any 
type. No support is necessary either, as SCP-264 suspends itself 
through an unknown source of levitation. 


Note: As of / /200, only Agents ; [DECEASED], 

, and Dr. are permitted to visit SCP-264. Failure to 
comply will result in reassignment, pending transgressor’s condition 
[see Addendum 264-01]. SCP-264 has noted previously some 
attachment to the aforementioned agents, as they were part of the 
team that originally discovered [DATA EXPUNGED}]. In addition, 
both Agents and were on location during [DATA 
EXPUNGED]. Suggest keeping them on-site until further notice. -Dr. 
Carnival 


Description: SCP-264 is a skeleton of humanoid appearance, 
estimated at two meters in height. Its skull is slightly elongated, and 
two metal protrusions extend from either kneecap. SCP-264's torso 
and upper pelvis have either been replaced by, or consists of, a 
structure, composed of an unknown metallic substance, that 
resembles a temple of unknown origin. The structure is composed of 
several layers of balconies and terraces, with a door located at the 
approximate center. 


On the structure are dozens of carved statues that resemble men, 
women, children, and, in a few cases, animals. Statues are unable 
to be removed, although they appear to go about the standard 
activities of any tribal culture when not being viewed directly. 


SCP-2420: A Good Dog 


Item #: SCP-2420 
Object Class: Neutralized 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2420 is currently being 
held in the low-security humanoid containment wing at Site 213. As 
of Incident-2420-A, all anomalous activity exhibited by SCP-2420 
has been observed to be neutralized. Possible permanent 
containment, despite cessation of all anomalous activity, is being 
reviewed by the Ethics Committee. 


+ Prior Special Containment Procedures 


SCP-2420 is to be held in a humanoid containment cell 
in a specialized containment wing at Site-213. Due to 
SCP-2420's severe depression, it is to be administered 
Bupropion and Citalopram twice daily with Alprazolam 
administered as needed. SCP-2420 is allowed to create 
an instance of SCP-2420-1 twice a week for three hours 
at a time, to be lengthened or lessened dependent on 
cooperation and the current mental state of SCP-2420. 
Outside of monitored contact with SCP-2420-1, all 
domesticated dogs (or Canis /upus familiaris) are to be 
kept outside of SCP-2420's awareness. 


A pool of domesticated dogs are to be on hand at 
Foundation kennels to be used as SCP-2420-1 instances 
on a rotating basis. Former instances of SCP-2420-1 
maintain no anomalous traits and can be adopted by Site 
213 personnel or reintegrated into nearby animal 
shelters. 


Testing of SCP-2420 has been discontinued. Any 
recommendations for possible resumed testing are to be 
brought before Researcher Hydock. 


Description: SCP-2420 was a human (formerly John —_) who 
created instances of SCP-2420-1, which took the appearance and 
memories of the former's pet dog, out of domesticated dogs (or 
Canis lupus familiaris).1 The effects occurred whenever SCP-2420 
was made aware of any dog or any dog was made aware of 
SCP-2420. 


Repeated testing showed that only domesticated dogs were 
affected, with wolves, coyotes, and other canids being immune to 
the anomalous effects. Dogs of any size would become an instance 
of SCP-2420-1 and show no pain in their transformation, aside from 
a general confusion found when brought outside of SCP-2420's 
influence. 


SCP-2420 showed no anomalous effects beyond its ability to create 
instances of SCP-2420-1. Testing showed no upward limit on the 
number of instances of SCP-2420-1 that could exist at a time. 


SCP-2420-1 instances were completely invulnerable to any form of 
damage. Attempts at DNA testing were rendered void when it was 
discovered that nothing could cut SCP-2420-1's fur. Any other tests 
into the indestructibility of SCP-2420-1 were deemed unnecessary, 
partly due to the fragile nature of SCP-2420's mental state. While 
SCP-2420-1 instances showed no need for water or food, the 
instances would eat whatever was presented to them, with various 
poisons showing no effect. Former instances of SCP-2420-1 that 
were dissected after being fed showed no sign of having recently 
ingested any food. 


Despite SCP-2420-1 instances taking the form of SCP-2420's 
Border Terrier, photographs and videos of SCP-2420-1 consistently 
displayed the original body of the dog in question. This resulted in 
physical discomfort and mental distress regarding certain photos 
and videos, namely one showing St. Bernards being able to fit 
through a small aperture, but the images themselves maintained no 
otherwise anomalous effect. 


+ SCP-2420 Initial Interview Log 


[This is the first interview to take place after 
SCP-2420's admittance into Site 213.] 


Dr. Hydock: Good morning, SCP-2420. I've 
heard you've had some trouble sleeping? 


SCP-2420: Xanax. 
Dr. Hydock: Pardon me? 


SCP-2420: Anxious. Helps me sleep. Get me 
some, | guess. Also turn up the air- 
conditioning. 


Dr. Hydock: Absolutely. However, | am not 
merely here to see to your mental and physical 
state. As I'm sure you may have guessed, I'd 
like to hear about your relationship with your 
pet before she was deceased. 


SCP-2420: Mattie. 
Dr. Hydock: Pard— 


SCP-2420: Ma'am, you can call me whatever 
you want, but she has a name. It's Mattie. 
Short for Matilda. Her full name is Matilda May. 
Matilda May __ ,1| guess. 


Dr. Hydock: Duly noted. But please, tell about 
Mattie. 


SCP-2420: Well, uh, she was my dog. | guess. 
| got her from, um, a neighbor. They're not, 
like, a breeder. But they had a Border Terrier 
meet another Border Terrier, and they were 
looking to, uh, give away puppies. | guess. 
And | was lonely. My parents died. But, | guess 
you know that. They left me a house, but it's 
fucked up lonely to be the only one living in 
some dead people's house, you know? 


Dr. Hydock: Mhm. 


SCP-2420: | came to their house. Their 


backyard, uh, really. And they had all the 
puppies, kind of, you know, all meshed up. | 
mean, in some, uh, cage. Hey, can we turna 
fan on? It's really hot. Like it's really hot. 
[SCP-2420 begins to hyperventilate and hug 
its chest.] Hard to breathe. 


Dr. Hydock: Certainly, SCP-2420, but please, 
calm down. | promise, I'm not here to hurt you. 
| just want to hear your relation with the- uh, 
with Mattie. You were just telling me about the 
day you chose her from her litter? 


SCP-2420: Okay. Okay. | saw her, yeah. She 
wasn't the biggest, but I, uh, ha, noticed her 
right away. She was a bit of a bully. She was 
playing, yeah, but you got the sense she didn't 
have patience for the other dogs. They 
bothered her, and she wanted them to know it. 
And when | came over, she was the last to 
come see me. The others, they just jumped 
up, trying to get me, wanting attention, wanting 
to be picked up. But she just sat down, and 
she stared at me for a good bit. | stared back. 
It was weird, | guess, but | felt like she was 
sizing me up. She came over, real confident, 
kind of pushed aside her brothers and sisters, 
and | held my hand out to her. She clamped 
down on my hand. But not hard. It wasn't 
mean. She was never mean. Not to me. And 
from then, uh, | guess | knew | had to get her. 


Dr. Hydock: Did she ever exhibit any 
anomalous abilities? For that matter, before 
this, have you ever been able to do something 
that, to be blunt, SCP-2420, felt impossible? 


SCP-2420: If | thought | was magic, | don't 
think | would've been a telemarketer. Living in 
my parents’ house. And Mattie? No. Mattie 
was definitely not, uh, magic. | mean, shit, she 


was afraid of rainstorms. She thought the 
vacuum cleaner was a real animal. She was, 
uh, a smart dog, though. Always seemed to be 
more person than dog, yeah, but not magic. | 
always thought, you know, she could learn a 
bunch of tricks if she wanted, but she clearly 
had no interest. Mere tricks were beneath her. 
She carried herself like a little queen. | guess. 


Dr. Hydock: So nothing strange in her life had 
ever led you to believe that she could be 
capable of this kind of anomaly? 


SCP-2420: She was normal. | mean, like | 
said, she wasn't really a big fan of other dogs, 
but she'd play with them. It was always like, 
you know, they were beneath her. But she'd 
chase 'em. She was, uh, real territorial. Mattie 
killed a couple, um, birds and stuff. A squirrel 
once, because it got caught up in a fence. 
Never thought she'd ever catch one. Shit, you 
should've seen her. Blood all over her muzzle. 
So damn proud of herself. 


[EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED] 


SCP-2420: But, uh, | guess you wanna hear 
about how she died, right? 


Dr. Hydock: That would be quite helpful, 
SCP-2420. 


SCP-2420: Even that was, | guess, sadly 
normal. | was takin’ her for a walk. She always 
loved walks. | mean, shit, | guess all dogs like 
walks, but she liked 'em a lot more. | don't 
know. Maybe that's crazy. But we were 
walking, uh, near the street, and uh, well, ha, 
can we turn up the air-conditioning? Just a 
little bit? 


Dr. Hydock: Certainly. If you'd rather not talk 
about this right now, we could discuss it 
another time.