She kept running, on and on, turning this way and that, until she 
rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a clown. He had curly 
orange hair under a blue cap, and wore a blue and green suit. 
Despite the darkness, he appeared in an array of pastel colors. A 
smile was plastered over his cackling face. 


She turned and kept running. She tried to get away from the 
whispers and from the clown, but it was no use. The whispers 
followed her, and the clown kept showing up in the mirrors, always 
right behind her. The more she ran, the warmer and more 
disoriented she felt. 


She ran into a dead-end room, bare and tattered, but thankfully with 
a door. She slammed it shut behind her and retreated to the far end 
of the room. For a brief moment silence filled the air. 


She heard laughter right behind her. She spun around to see the 
pastel clown staring out at her from the reflection in a mirror. She 
backed away, the heat and dizziness returning, and the reflection 
lunged out of the mirror. She looked down at the knife embedded in 
her abdomen. 


The world began to fade. She remembered Atanti and tsa-Fanu 
bursting into the room and attacking the clown, though she couldn't 
remember what they shouted. The burning pain spread out from the 
knife, and the laughing filled her mind. 


And then she felt it, in her pocket. The cold. The ticking. The egg. 
She pulled it out and looked at it, then smashed it into the ground. In 
those last few moments, she saw the bits of scattered glass and 
clockwork pulling themselves together into something new. 


Quarseta wasn't quite sure where she woke up. It seemed like a 
large, white room, but it was so large that she wasn't sure that it had 
an end. It was cool here, and there was a sound of ticking 
surrounding her. 


"Ah, we're awake again." 


Quarseta sat up to see the two people in this place with her. One 
was someone who looked like a young lady about her age, but her 
face seemed almost ageless. She seemed to be made up mostly of 
wings and robes, all in muted but still vibrant colors. She sat next to 
a large bed, in which slept a small girl. The more Quarseta looked at 
the girl, the more she realized something. 


"She's... she's me. Younger, but... me." 
"Yes. Or more accurately, you're her. Just like you're me." 
"...What?" 


“We rode the storm that cast us out of our world, just like 


Atanti and Edrisek did. But, we were dying at the time, or did 
die. Our life merged with that of this girl. And so, you were born 
as her, but with my nature." 


"...S0 I'm both of you, then." 
"Yes. | think that's the best way to put it." 


Quarseta walked over to the bed and looked at the sleeping girl. 
"We were dying. What happened?" 


"| suspect that egg bought us a few extra moments. I'm not 
quite sure why.” 


"| do. | needed to see this." 

"Why?" 

"Because | needed to know who | was." 
"A lot of good it does us now." 


"You forget," a smirk spread across Quarseta's face, "I'm you. We 
don't die that easily." 


The woman squinted at her. "...Well. It seems that | haven't 
changed much." 


Quarseta gave a determined nod. "Alright, so, | have your nature 
and her life, but right now we're talking, which means... how much 
of your life do you remember?" 


“All of it, but why... oh, that's clever." 


"Alright, so | have your nature, her life, and now | have your 
memories too. Now, let's see if we can't wake her up. Won't do 
much good for me asleep." She began to gently shake the child 
awake. 


"Mmmmmph. Time to wake up already?" 


"Yeah. Yeah, time to get up. We need your help. A big girl like you 


fiber optic Ethernet link. Photos of the "ghostly" phenomenon remain 
classified and have been sent to [REDACTED] for further study, 
along with Geiger and neutron counter readings from the same time. 


Future dive missions have not been ruled out. Since squid are not 
known to attack humans normally, much less without provocation, it 
is considered probable that some other phenomenon is at work 
here. Future divers will be warned to treat all potentially dangerous 
sea life as an immediate hazard and take appropriate precautions. 


End Incident Report 1741-A 


isn't afraid of clowns, is she." 

"No, | don't think we are." 

"Good, now," she looked between her two halves, "am | ready?" 
The two of them looked to each other, then back to her. "We are." 


"Good." She took a deep breath, and gathered herself together. "| 
am Sarai-ur-Ebaou. | am Abby Johnson. And my name is Quarseta- 
ql-Paneu. And | am not about to die." 


Quarseta woke up. 


She carefully pulled the knife out of her stomach. She could still feel 
the pain, but she was able to move beyond it to the point that it did 
nothing to stop her. The wound began to close almost immediately. 
One of the clown's reflections took notice of her and tried to charge 
her. It dissipated into a satisfying cloud of pastel particles of color as 
the knife slashed through it. Atanti and Edrisek seemed shocked by 
her return, but their attention was quickly drawn back to the fight. 
The reflections continued to fall under their claws and whips and 
blade. Eventually, the clown took notice of her. 


And he saw her. And he saw her for what she was. 


And Bobble felt fear. 


The fight raged on, the reflections fading in and out and falling under 
the trio's blows. Eventually, only one clown remained. 


Quarseta turned to her companions, HE'S MINE, then turned back to 
the clown. | REMEMBER THE STORIES ABOUT YOU. YOU'RE ADRAVOSS. 
BACK HOME, YOU WERE A KILLER. THE BOOGEYMAN WE SCARED OUR 
CHILDREN WITH. I'D SAY IT'S TIME WE LET THE CHILDREN HAVE SOME 
PEACE OF MIND, WOULDN'T YOU? 


Quarseta collected her strength. All that old fire and memory 
spinning around inside her. The power that had been forgotten. The 
brave child, born of this world. All the small, old, angry spirits 


whispering at the edge of her vision. 
And she sang. 


You must understand that singing, when done properly, is very 
strong and magical stuff. | don't doubt for a moment that you have 
herd a song before that made you want to dance, or cry, or break 
out laughing, or fall in love. You may have even heard a song that 
filled you with some nameless fire, and made you feel ready to leap 
out of your seat at the drop of a hat and go change the world. 


And so she sang, and all the whispers joined in the chorus. The 
clown was forced into a quickly-shattering mirror by the sheer power 
of it all. As the song ended, the anger faded from her face, but the 
fire, fire that was somehow old but fresh all at once, continued to 
burn in her eyes. She turned to face her companions. 


The both stood there, staring at her in awe and shock and 
confusion. "...What just happened?" 


She tucked the knife into her belt. "A lot. I'll explain on the way back 
to the cave." 


Episode Titie Contents 

‘All Tied Up at the Moment' Setting appears to be an 
abandoned and overgrown 
carnival. The episode consisted of 
approximately 15 minutes of 
footage of a bound, gagged, and 
seemingly unconscious SCP-993 
suspended upside-down by a 
rope tied around its ankles. Of 
note is the fact that this episode 
appears to lack the 
cognitohazardous properties of all 
other recorded episodes to date. 


1 
The Laughing Man is gone now 
And your heart's unlocked 
So let's go walking hand-in-hand 
All the way home. 


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World Ends » 


This Is How the World Ends 


This is how the world ends. 
This is how they die. 
This is how the world ends. 
How did we survive? 


Atanti’s thoughts drifted to his homeland. Now that it was the warm 
season, the land and people would be brimming with life. Grasses 
would be springing up everywhere for picking and crafting. Swarms 
of Snaes would be ticking through the air as children attempted to 
catch them. Great feasts would be held by his family in the fields 
and meadows. 


At least, that would have been what he was thinking about, if he 
wasn't running for his life through the underbrush. It had been poor 
luck indeed, running into the Koitern's men on a simple expedition. 
Thankfully, they were only explorers themselves, meaning that the 
Koitern was likely still worlds away and that Atanti still had a chance 
of survival. Still, even the explorers were ruthless and bloodthirsty, 
not to mention that they outnumbered Atanti eight to one. 


Atanti ducked into one of the more familiar tunnels he was exploring, 
and, after several more minutes of running, managed to shake off 
his pursuers. They had originally been riding north-east at a rapid 
pace, meaning that they were most likely only scouting, and had 
only stumbled on him and this site by accident. By that logic, they 
would most likely be gone in a few hours. 


Rather than simply lie down and wait out the rest of the time, Atanti 
chose to use his head-start into the cave to explore further, then 
return to his encampment as the suns began to set. After a few 
more hours of traversing the tunnels and caverns, the sparse rooms 
and architecture grew more and more frequent, until Atanti found 
himself inside a large and well decorated room. 


Atanti reviewed the knowledge he had of the caverns and tunnels. 
They were most likely built by the Oom peoples millenia back. The 
towering idol at the far end of the cavern matched the image of 
Sutkak, a large, green trident covered in straight, pointed horns. The 
Oom believed that Sutkak would be the one god to survive the end 
of the world. They also, strangely enough, believed that he was the 
god of music. Given the giant icon of Sutkak, and the structure of the 
room, Atanti reached the conclusion that this was the rumored 
Grand Chamber of Sutkak. The Oom had believed that this chamber 
was the ark that would carry them through catastrophe. They 
believed that it would allow them to survive the end of the world, that 
it would make them immortal. 


While reveling in the beauty of the room, Atanti couldn't help but 
think of the prestige that his discovery would bring to the ql-Paneus, 
or even the Paneus in general. These thoughts of grandeur were 
rudely interrupted by a resounding "CLANG!" The doors of the 
chamber had shut behind him. It was impossible. Atanti has checked 
the room for traps as soon as he had entered. There was no reason 
that the door should have closed, unless... 


Panic rose in Atanti's hearts as ancient singing began to emanate 
from the statue at the end of the room. His thoughts turned to his 
wife and children, brothers and sisters. He had to get to them, had to 
save them. When the storm struck the ark, hairline fractures began 
to appear in reality, but it did not break. The ark held. The resolve 
holding back Atanti's tears did not. 


An old woman lay in bed, surrounded by her friends and family. She 
sang one last lullaby to them, her parting gift. She told them that, 
though they might mourn her now, she hoped to see them all in 
paradise one day. And then she died. 


While her family mourned below, her free spirit soared upwards. Up, 
up, up it shot to paradise, as the ages peeled away from her soul. 
And then there was no paradise. Or damnation. Or home. There 
was nothing but emptiness and her. The, suddenly, something in the 
distance. Two lives coming together, and a third about to form. A 
new life, a haven. The spirit lent itself to the new life, gaining a new 
innocence. Losing its past, but not its nature. 


Edrisek was having the time of their life. They and their family were 
the finest known Slufna team, and tonight was their finest 
performance. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Slufna, it is 
the perfect harmony between dance, acrobatics, song, drama, and 
reality warping. It is, in short, art in its purest form. 


Edrisek twirled through the air and time, constantly tangling with and 
unfurling from those around them. They were the star of the show, 
and the audience loved them. Tonight would be the peak of their 
career, for they were planing to unveil their most beautiful and 
closely guarded secret. For years upon decades, Edrisek had 
practiced for a single maneuver. A move so brilliant that it would 
allow them to transcend reality, if but for a moment, before splashing 
back into it in all their glory. 


The moment of truth came, and they launched themself high into 
enlightenment, witnessing wonders beyond description. A timeless 
moment which seemed to last forever. They only trailed the smallest 
piece of themself in reality, as you might dangle your feet in a pool. 


Then, a great shock swept them off their feet, sending them 
tumbling downwards. They didn't land back in the familiar sea of 
reality that they knew, but in a chaotic torrent of bewildering 
creation. As they sank, the waves settled. No more audience. No 
more family or Slufna. No more familiarity. No more home. 


Evuruct sat in his study, trying his hardest not to let the gravity of the 
situation sink in as he added the finishing touches to his machine. 
Perhaps it was best not to survive, to let all things have their end. 
Then again, perhaps the machine would serve its purpose, to give 
one living soul a chance at survival, no matter how infinitesimal that 
chance may be. 


He had not told his family about the end, of course. Best to let them 
die happy. He had solved the equations a thousand times, searching 
for a way out. The storm was unstoppable, but there was the 
slightest chance that one could survive it. He hadn't told his family 
about the machine either, no sense giving them a hope that was 
almost certainly false. 


With a few more circuits and the flip of a switch, the machine 
hummed to life. Evuruct closed and locked the door to his study, 
then headed downstairs to spend a few last hours with his family. 


The Koitern stared out past the horizon. The mighty Koitern, feared 
by all, slaughterer of a tenth of the world. The Koitern, with his heart 
of stone. He watched as the empire he had created ceased to exist. 
He watched as the oncoming storm approached his throne room, 
filled with the blood and filth of all those he had executed with his 
own hands. 


There was a legend about the Koitern. It was said that he would not 
kill you so long as you met his gaze. That some force of mutual 
defiance stayed the hand of death. Most disregarded the legend. 
Few tried it, and they found it to be true. Unfortunately, no one could 
meet his eyes forever. What no one knew was that the reverse of 
this effect was also true; the Koitern would not kill any who met his 
gaze, but none whose gaze he met could kill him. 


And so, the Koitern looked the end of the world in the eyes. 


This is how the world grows older. 
This is how we die. 

This is how the world grows older. 
Why did we survive? 


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UIU Location Dossier -- "Three Portlands" 


Overview 


Official flag of the City of Three Portlands. 


Three Portlands is an autonomous city-state located within a region 
of extradimensional space. Access to the city can be gained through 
entrances in and around Portland, Maine; Portland, Oregon; and the 
Isle of Portland in the United Kingdom. Under the provisions of the 


Hoover Mandate, the United States government guarantees the 


autonomy of Three Portlands, while reserving the right to enforce 


US federal laws within the city.1 As an autonomous and 


extradimensional city-state, Three Portlands is exempt from the Veil 


provision of the Hoover Mandate. 


The following events within Three Portlands have been documented 


by the UIU: 


The End Has No End 

Slow Animals 

Bal-chatri 

About Deer College 

Consolidation 

The Fountain of Lamneth 

Under Control 

No Matter What Mask You Wear 
Zeitgeist 

No Good Deed 

All Hallows' 

Preliminary Report of J.C. Randall Upon His Party's 
Efforts to Catalogue the Multiverse 
The Analog Kid