SCP-3889: Well hey there, young lady. Fine 
evening we've got so far, huh? 


(Agent Torres remains still, approximately 5 
meters from SCP-3889.) 


Agent Torres: Um. Yeah, | guess you could 
say that. 


(Pause. Agent Torres begins to speak, but is 
interrupted by SCP-3889.) 


SCP-3889: Why don't you come and sit with 
me a bit? 


Agent Torres: I'm not sure | should do that. 


SCP-3889: Oh, c'mon. | barely got any teeth 
left, | can't bite ya. Old-timers like me don't get 
to talk to pretty girls like you as often as you'd 
think. C'mon, take a load off. We'll watch the 
sun go. 


(Agent Torres hesitates, but is given 
authorization to engage by NTF Sigma-58 
central command. She approaches SCP-3889 
and sits on the pier next to it, approximately 
one meter away. Agent Torres is instructed to 
allow SCP-3889 to speak first, and as a result 
there is silence for the next 4m22s.) 


SCP-3889: You come to try to lock me up 
today? 


Agent Torres: No, Hank. Not today. 


SCP-3889: Heh. Well alrighty. And good thing 
too, I'd hate to have to leave right this second. 
My knees are killin’ something fierce. 


(Pause) 
Agent Torres: Can | ask you a question? 
SCP-3889: Shoot. 


Agent Torres: Are you aware of the fact that 
what you do sometimes hurts people? 
Sometimes kills them? 


(SCP-3889 sighs. It reaches into its jacket 
pocket and removes a pack of cigarettes and a 
lighter. It then lights a cigarette and draws 
once before continuing.) 


SCP-3889: Yeah. | know it. Goddammit. 


(SCP-3889 smokes silently for a short period 
of time, showing signs of mild emotional 
distress.) 


SCP-3889: | try, darlin’. | really do. | go to 
lonely spots when | can feel a bad one on the 
other end, but sometimes | just don't guess 
well enough, or they trick me. I've never been 


All clothing and belongings that were on subject's person during this 
shift were incinerated, and the subject forced to undergo special 
decontamination procedures, in order to prevent any possibility of 
contagion. 


* Request: a pair of rubber gloves. Denied, on the basis that 
hand protection would not have protected subject from 
infection in any way. 


125-28P-0S4-3 

Retrieval: Via tracking device. Subject was attempting to return on 
its own, but was making less progress than usual due to the 
discomfort of doing so. 


Subject once again arrived in a pitch-black area, with muted 
breathing nearby. Subject decided to seek an exit this time via blind 
wandering. Subject eventually found itself at the mouth of a corridor 
with what appeared to be a light source at the end. Subject began to 
run towards the light upon noticing this. 


As it grew closer, the light suddenly grew in intensity and the subject 
was exposed to "searing pain." Subject passed out at this point, and 
only awoke after it had shifted back. 


Examination upon retrieval revealed that the subject's epidermis had 
been cleanly stripped down to the stratum granulosum in all areas 
open to sunlight, and down to the stratum lucidum in all areas 
covered by clothing. 


¢ Request: None, but subject reappeared wearing a pair of 
large, heavily tinted sunglasses. Subject did not notice that it 
was wearing these until they were pointed out, and supposed 
that they were probably why its eyes did not undergo the 
same process as its skin. 


7F2-WA3-193 
Retrieval: Uneventtul. 


Subject arrived in an urban area, with no major changes as far as it 
could tell. Subject used the public computers of a library to search 
for differences between this dimension and ours, eventually finding 


a clever man, but cross my heart, | ain't out to 
hurt no one. Honest to God, sweetheart, | don't 
like it anymore than you do. | like it best when 
it's right in the middle. Something amazing, 
but... y'know. Harmless. Like when | landed 
that bigmouth shark awhile back. Hah. You 
see that big sucker? Think they put it in the 
papers. 


Agent Torres: | did, actually. The footage, at 

least. | don't really know how you were able to 
pull a basking shark out of a three-meter wide 
estuary channel. 


SCP-3889: Yeah. It's, uh... complicated. But 
hot damn if it isn't fun. Times like those is 
when | get to feel like a real man again. A little 
bit of pride. Give all the folks out there a show, 
a story to tell, make 'em think about how 
beautiful the sea can be on the inside. Of 
course I'm actually a big ol’ cheater, but they 
don't have to know that, do they. 


(SCP-3889 laughs.) 


Agent Torres: If you know that there's a risk, 
then why do you keep doing it? Wouldn't it 
ultimately be better to just stop? 


(Pause. SCP-3889 shakes its head.) 


SCP-3889: Much as | wish it was different, it 
doesn't work that way. First off, I'ma 
fisherman, ma'am. True, I've got an unfair 
advantage these days, but my catch is the 
meanest, nastiest, most twisted-up bunch of 
sons-a-bitches ever spawned. And it's this 
geezer givin' em what for. I'm not one for 
tootin' my own horn, but honey, I'm the 
greatest goddamn fisherman that ever lived. 
It's all I've ever done and it's all | ever will be. If 


| give it up, I'll just be a dried up old man that 
Death forgot about. And secondly... 


(Pause) 


SCP-3889: I'll put it this way. If your boss 
came through that little gadget in your ear and 
told you to try to shoot me right now, would 
you do it? 


(Pause. SCP-3889 smiles during the silence.) 
Agent Torres: ... | guess | would. 


SCP-3889: Yep. You got a duty, even if you 
don't like the way it tastes sometimes. And so 
do |. | was given a gift. Or a curse, depending 
on how you wanna look at it. | gotta trick these 
bastards and catch 'em up, hook line and 
sinker, ‘cause for better or for worse, I'm the 
only one that can. It pains me to see people 
get hurt because of it, but | still gotta. | know 
you boys and girls in uniform are tough 
enough to wrangle 'em and put 'em in their 
place, and you do, every time. 


(SCP-3889 looks toward the sun, and grins.) 


No matter what they think, we got tough-as- 
nails fighters on our little world, no mistake. 
And it makes me damn proud to see. | got to 
keep finding ‘em, | can't just quit, and neither 
can the rest of you. I've gotta hook 'em, and 
you've gotta cook 'em! Heh. Who am | kiddin’, 
you're just gonna keep peckin' me until | spill 
the beans. You wanna know why | can't ever, 
ever stop? And why you folks need to keep 
one good eye out as long as you can, 'til the 
very last man? 


Agent Torres: Yes. We want to know. 


(SCP-3889 sighs.) 


SCP-3889: 'Cause as heavy as our burden is 
now, the ones | fish are just the babies. 


Addendum: Continued observations of SCP-3889 have revealed 
that SCP-3897 has manifested within 15 kilometers of every 3889- 
TEHOM event recorded since 2012. When questioned about this, 
SCP-3889 commented, "Yep. They're gettin' worse. And now she's 
watchin' me." SCP-3889 declined to elaborate before vanishing. 


Investigation into SCP-3889's correlation to SCP-3897, SCP-3983, 
and all related phenomena is currently underway. 


SCP-3890: Forget-Me-Not 


Item #: SCP-3890 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-3890, 
and my current situation, | am unable to enact containment 
procedures. For the time being, | will focus my efforts on exploring 
SCP-3890 and the anomalous phenomena it displays. 


Description: SCP-3890 is a potentially extradimensional or 
extraterrestrial soace which |, Doctor Elizabeth Graham, was 
somehow transported to from Site-22 on 02/17/16. At the time, | was 
transporting template documentation for the containment of several 
other SCP items, but | do not believe that they are related to this 
anomaly. Similarly, | am uncertain as to whether | was transported 
here due to my involvement with the Foundation. 


In terms of geography, SCP-3890 takes the form of a seemingly 
infinite desert plain, with ruins of differing architectural design poking 
out through the sand. | have noted the presence of buildings of 
modern design, along with what appear to be ruins of Ancient 
Roman and Erikeshan structures. Exploration of these structures 
has shown that they are mostly empty - | am unsure whether this is 
by design or if they were looted at some point in the past, perhaps 
by a specimen of SCP-3890-1. 


SCP-3890, from what | can tell, goes through a solar cycle identical 
to that of Earth. Perhaps this location is not extradimensional or 
extraterrestrial, but some location on the Earth that remains hidden, 
perhaps through some form of antimemetic camouflage? It's warm 
during the day and cold during the night nonetheless, but never to 
an uncomfortable degree. In that way it is very much unlike an 
actual desert. 


SCP-3890-1 is my collective designation for the humanoid entities 


that wander through SCP-3890. They do not respond to any stimuli 
and, as far as | have been able to tell, simply walk around without a 
specific destination. | have observed several of them simply walking 
in circles around buildings. Is there meaning to this behaviour, or are 
they simply unintelligent? At this point, | cannot be sure. Like the 
buildings, specimens of SCP-3890-1 appear to originate from a 
range of locations and times — some modern, some ancient. | have 
recovered a knife from the pocket of an SCP-3890-1 specimen, so | 
can defend myself to a limited degree if necessary. 


Additionally, specimens of SCP-3890-1 do not defend themselves 
when attacked. Autopsy of one specimen has shown no differences 
between the anatomy of SCP-3890-1 and normal human beings. To 
my mind, there are two possibilities here: 


1. Specimens of SCP-3890-1 are entities which have been 
created to resemble humans. Their mindless nature is the 
result of an imperfect creation. 

2. Specimens of SCP-3890-1 are humans which have been 
mentally altered in some way to rob them of their faculties. 


So far, it appears that individuals within SCP-3890 do not 
experience hunger or thirst. | have been here for three days thus far, 
and feel pretty much the same as | did when | first arrived. | cannot 
be certain, however, whether | no longer need food and water or 
simply believe | do not. As I've come by no food here except 
SCP-3890-1, | very much hope the former is the case. 


SCP-3891: Paradise Lost and Found 


Item #: SCP-3891 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: By agreement with the United 
States and Marshall Islands governments, the Foundation has 
established Site-68 on Kwajalein Atoll for SCP-3891 containment. 
Two Foundation Cyclone-class patrol vessels (SCPS Arethusa and 
SCPS Leander) with aviation support are to enforce a perimeter 
50km from SCP-3891, with the cover of a US military restricted 
zone. Any civilian vessels or aircraft approaching this area are to be 
rerouted. Under no circumstances are vessels or aircraft, 
Foundation or otherwise, to enter within 10km of SCP-3891, or 
attempt to view SCP-3891 with magnification aids. 


Direct viewing of photographs, video records, or SCP-3891 itself is 
prohibited prior to cognitohazard risk assessment. Publicly available 
map and satellite data has been altered to remove images of 
SCP-3891, with Foundation webcrawler 3891-PAUL tasked to 
search and remove any online images. All images of SCP-3891 are 
to be digitally analysed and converted into textual descriptions by an 
automated system, with the original information stored in the Site-68 
archives protected by standard cognitohazard precautions. 


No communication is to be attempted with any individuals on 
SCP-3891, and persons who have completed travel there are to be 
considered deceased. All other individuals subject to SCP-3891's 
effects should be administered Class-C amnestics, and terminated if 
effects persist. 


Description: SCP-3891 is a coral atoll at coordinates [REDACTED] 
in the Marshall Islands. It consists of 13 islands surrounding a 
central lagoon, with a total land area of 3.8km2. Viewing SCP-3891 
both in reality or recordings is cognitohazardous with an intensity 
proportional to the distance of the viewer or recording from 


SCP-3891. This effect involves heightened fear responses, 
pessimistic and hopeless thought patterns, and a belief that the 
world is either experiencing or approaching some form of 
apocalyptic scenario consistent with the subject's premorbid belief 
system. For example, highly religious individuals tend towards 
thoughts related to eschatological events, whereas individuals who 
closely follow geopolitical and military matters may develop 
heightened concerns about thermonuclear war. This is combined 
with a perception that SCP-3891 is a place of safety and a desire to 
approach it; is is unclear whether this desire is a component of 
SCP-3891's cognitohazardous nature or an expected result of its 
primary effect. 


A distance of 10km is the maximum observed range for this effect to 
occur, and at this point it is reversible with amnestics. However, if 
subjects successfully reach SCP-3891, its cognitohazardous effects 
become permanent. Subjects affected in this manner invariably 
believe that human civilisation and often the Earth itself (with the 
exception of SCP-3891) have been destroyed by some form of end- 
of-the-world scenario. If forcibly taken to areas outside of SCP-3891, 
they will perceive these as having been destroyed, and other 
individuals as hallucinations, paranormal entities or occasionally 
survivors (who they will attempt to convince to return to SCP-3891). 


Since coming to Foundation attention, 191 individuals, including 
[REDACTED] Foundation personnel, are known to have travelled to 
SCP-3891. Although the cognitohazardous properties of SCP-3891 
preclude detailed investigation, these individuals are presumed 
deceased given the inability of SCP-3891 to support any significant 
population for extended periods of time. 


WARNING: THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT IS 
LEVEL 4/3891 CLASSIFIED 


ATTEMPTS TO ACCESS THIS DOCUMENT WITHOUT 
LEVEL 4/3891 AUTHORISATION WILL BE LOGGED AND 
WILL LEAD TO DISCIPLINARY ACTION. 


BY ACCESSING THIS DOCUMENT YOU CONSENT TO 
LATER AMNESTIC TREATMENT. 


INPUT ACCESS CODE. 


Addendum: Via remote surveillance and automated 
data transcription of recordings, a number of additional 
anomalous effects relating to SCP-3891 have been 
observed. SCP-3891 has a permanent population of 
between 250 and 300 individuals, who subsist on 
naturally occurring resources on the atoll. SCP-3891 has 
an anomalous abundance of these, including fish, plants 
and fauna (primarily various species of birds, as well as 
introduced animals such as pigs and chickens). Despite 
a gradual growth in the population of SCP-3891 and 
available data reaching back to the mid-20th century, no 
depletion of these stocks has been observed. 


Other anomalous effects observed on SCP-3891 itself 
include the following: 


¢ lack of biological ageing amongst its inhabitants, 
with several matching the descriptions of missing 
persons from as early as the 1920s 

rapid regeneration of injuries and resistance to 
disease 

lack of visible particulate contamination of the 
water, inconsistent with the waste expected to be 
produced by the population 

resistance to extreme weather, observed in 1991 
when Typhoon Paka passed over the area without 
causing any visible effects on SCP-3891 or its 
inhabitants 

* an absence of violence or disharmony amongst its 
inhabitants, despite the presence of those from 
backgrounds which would have historically been 
considered hostile to one another! 

inhabitants demonstrating anomalously high levels 
of subjective wellbeing and spiritual contentment 


* being a place of safety, free from the troubles of 
the world