for an additional 30 minutes. Sporadic 
expletives can be heard from D-26821.] 


[EXTRANEOUS LOG REMOVED] 


D: I'm sick and tired of this shit. It doesn't even 
feel like I've moved. Everything is just same, 
and it just goes on over and over and over and 
over again. This is worse than prison. How 
much more do | have to walk for? 


F: | think that's enough for the corridors. 
Please enter one of the elevators. 


D: Finally. At least it'll be something different. 


[The video feed reveals all 4 walls and the 
ceiling. Buttons fill the entirety of the walls 
without any noticeable gap. Random numbers 
are seen on buttons without any particular 
sequence. ] 


D: Jesus. 


F: D-26821, please push on one of the 
buttons. 


[D-26821 pushes on a button from the right 
side. It has the number "1062" written on it. 
The elevator shakes violently again, sending 
D-26821 to the floor. Video and audio feed 
cuts out for 30 seconds. When the feed 
returns, D-26821 appears to be on foot. The 
elevator door remains closed. D-26821 pushes 
on the "open" button. Another corridor hosting 
more elevators is revealed.] 


D: What a surprise. 


F: D-26821, choose a higher floor. So far all 


the floors seem identical, but we'd like to make 
sure if anything changes later on. 


D: This is getting harder and harder to track 
back. Okay, just give me a sec- 


[D-26821 crouches and stands back up 
several times, looking at all the various 
buttons. He finds one that is marked "28121," 
and presses it. Video and audio feed cuts out 
for 70 seconds. When the feed returns, a 
corridor of identical appearance is seen. 
D-26821 continues his upward route for 3 
hours. ] 


[EXTRANEOUS LOG REMOVED] 


D: (pause) | can't- | can't fucking do this shit 
repeatedly, man. Fuck. Jesus Christ, it hurts 
so bad. W-[inaudible] 


[D-26821 pushes on a button labeled 
"6082112." Video and audio feed cuts for 210 
seconds. When the feed returns, D-26821 
appears to be running through the corridor. 
D-26821 then hastily enters an elevator on his 
right side, which appears to have been tagged. 
The elevator door is closed. The video and 
audio quality is visibly degraded. ] 


F: D-26821? D-26821? Do you copy? What 
happened? 


D: You're- you're back. Fuck, there was- there 
was some- Sorry, | can't- (pause) | saw a face. 
| got out of the fucking elevator, turned left and 
there was a person, or something, just a 
fucking face stuck in the wall, staring right at 
m-[static] It started to- oh, god, it started to 
scream, and the eyes, the fucking eyes, oh 


god- 


F: D-26821, | want you to stay calm. Was it 
chasing you? 


D: No, the thing was stuck in the wall- Jesus, | 
hope it didn't chase me. 


F: D-26821, the best current course of action 
is for you to continue the exploration into a 
different floor. Once we deem that all that is 
necessary was found, we will send an 
extraction team. 


D: No, no, no. I'm not doing this. I'm going 
back. 


[D-26821 searches for the floor he originally 
came from, but fails. The buttons seemed to 
have changed places. Numerous expletives 
can be heard.] 


F: D-26821- 


D: No. D-26821 this, D-26821 that- | have a 
fucking name, you pieces of shit, fu-[static] 
Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fine. Fine. I'll 
continue to walk through this goddamn mind- 
numbing hellhole, because your ass is not 
satisfied. Then what? Oh, | guess I'll wait. I'll 
wait for your goddamn extraction team. How 
the fuck do you expect those bastards to get to 
me? This place is a fucking nightmare. I'm 
going to die. I'll just fucking die here. Why the 
fuck not. In the middle of these goddamn 
elevators, you- [static]. 


[D-26821 punches the left wall, pressing 
several buttons at once. The elevator shakes 
violently. The video and audio feed cuts for 3 


hours. When they return, video feed is 
unrecognizable, but audio remains barely 
intelligible. ] 


F: D-26821? Do you copy? Are you able to 
locate yourself? 


D: Oh thank God, it's you-[static] Do you fu- 
[inaudible]-on't even know the last number | 
saw. They only get higher and h-[static] No 
elevator goes down. Nothing goes d-[static] 
There's so many- [static] here- Please, just get 
me out. Just get me out. | don't feel [static]- 
ood. | don't-[static] 


F: D-26821, | need you to stay calm. Do not 
move. We are going to send in an extraction 
team. You need to gather your rations and 
conserve energy, So you can stay alive until 
our team can get to you, okay?2 


D: No, no, no, no-[static]-not going to-[static]-et 
me killed. Please, please ju-[static] Shit, shit, 
shit, | can't stay. | can't stay here. | have to- 
[static] 


[Contact is lost for another 5 hours.] 


D: God. Jesus. Pleas-[inaudible]-p me. Please. 
My leg. My le-[static]-'s gone. I'm mel-[static]- 
what floor am | on? | can't breathe. | can't- 
[inaudible] 


F: D-26821? Can you hear me? D-26821? 
Can you state your current situation? 


D: (sobbing) Please hel-[static] It took my leg, 
it took my fucking leg. My blood, it's- [static] 
God, help me, God, guys, please, get me out 
of here, it's taking me, it's ma-[inaudible]-| 


don't want to be [static] | don't want to-[static]. 


F: D-26821? Carl? Don't worry. We'll come get 
you. Just hang in there. 


D: No, no, n-[static]-n't. You don't-[static] 
Pleas-[static] | don't want to be-[static] 


[Contact is lost for 11 hours. Sporadic attempts 
at reconnection reveal unintelligible 
vocalizations. Brief contact is made at the end 
of the 11-hour mark.] 


D: | found my room. 
[Video and audio turns into static, then cuts off 
completely. After not receiving any signal for 
24 hours, D-26821 is presumed lost.] 
[END LOG] 

+ Exploration Log 3398-2 
Date: /07/18 


F: Dr. Forrester, communications, Site 
A: Mr. , hereafter "Alpha," 33 years old 


B: Mr. , hereafter "Beta," 28 years old 
G:Ms. __, hereafter "Gamma," 30 years old 
D: Mr. , hereafter "Delta," 31 years old 


Members of MTF Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) were 
sent into SCP-3398 for the purpose of further 
exploration, gathering samples, possible 
determination of the events surrounding 
D-26821, and location of another point of exit. 
All members were equipped with standard 
Foundation issue video camera mounted onto 
the head, standard Foundation issue radio 
equipment, Local storage unit, and a bag filled 


with basic Foundation equipment package for 
hostile environment exploration, five (5) 
sample bags, and rations for 7 days. 


All video footage has been lost. Below is a 
transcript of the audio logs discovered from the 
members' local storage unit. 


[BEGIN LOG] 

A: Team, check in. 

B: Check. 

G: Check. 

D: Check. 

F: Alright, once you guys get in there, you'll 
have no choice but to be exposed to their 
meme. It will cease once you reach the 
elevator, but expect some bullshit along the 
way. Copy? 

A, B, G, D: Copy. 

[EXTRANEOUS LOG REMOVED] 


B: What do | do with this key card? As if we 
didn't have eno- Jesus, that's a lot of elevators. 


A: Alright. Gather some sample from the 
doors, the wall, and the floor. 


D: Gathering sample. 
G: We should continue upwards through the 


elevator. No use going through this corridor 
again. 


B: Yeah, that poor D-class did it all for us. 
Wonder what happened to him? 


A: That's what we're here to find out. 
[EXTRANEOUS LOG REMOVED] 

A: Reporting. We are currently on, 
presumably, floor 108,903. No differences has 
been noted so far from our previous floors. 

F: Alright. Please continue upwards. The last 
floor our D-class was known to be in is still 
ways to go. | doubt that you will be able to find 
the exact floor he was in, but you might be 
able to land near the ballpark. 

A: Copy that. 

B: This place still smells terrible. 

G: Are you sure it's not from you? 

B: Shut up. 

D: Heading up again. 

[EXTRANEOUS LOG REMOVED] 

A: Current floor is 278,310. Still no difference. 
Our watches indicate that it is 0000, so we'll be 


taking a rest in the corridor. 


F: Good. We'll still be monitoring you guys, but 
be sure to notify us once anything changes. 


B: Christ. Fucking finally. Those elevators are 
so tiring. Hurts so bad. (eating noise) 


D: Beta, you should try to conserve your 


rations. We don't know how long we'll be here. 
Could be more than 7 days. 


B: More than 7 fucking days? This place is so 
boring, man. Jesus. Alright, fine. 


G: We'll eat you first once we run out of 
rations, beta. 


[EXTRANEOUS LOG REMOVED] 

B: Fuck! Fuck, Jesus- 

G: Jesus Christ, Beta, what the fuck- 

D: Get him off- 

A: Reporting- base? Base? Do you copy? We 
woke up, and part of Beta's arm got, shit, stuck 
to the floor. It looks like it partially melted. We 


are trying to get the carpet around it. 


B: It fucking looks like it's a part of my skin 
now, ow, no, don't touch it- 


G: Should we head back down? 


A: We can't. No elevator seems to go back 
down. And base isn't responding. 


G: What? That was way sooner than we 
thought- shit- have we tried cutting through the 
floor? 


D: You want to punch through 200 thousand 
floors? We'll die before we reach 1000, even 
with the equipment we have- Beta, no, it's 
going to be fine- 


G: Shit, okay. 


A: We have no choice but to head up. Delta, 
help Gamma bandage Beta's arm up. Yes, 
with the carpet. 

B: Up? Are you fucking insane- 
[EXTRANEOUS LOG REMOVED] 

A: We are on floor 6,007,128. The numbers 
are increasing exponentially. We're noticing 
some changes. Slight degradation in the walls, 
but it seems to shift slightly when we're not 
looking. Our shoes are sticking to the carpet. 
Resting is not a viable option. Beta is in stable 
condition and is functional. 

G: More so than usual, anyway. 

B: Fuck you. 


D: This is around where the D-class went 
insane, right? 


G: Around, in a really vague sense. 

B: The walls are fucking with my eyes. 

A: Heading up. Again. 

B: | think my clothes are melting off. 
[EXTRANEOUS LOG REMOVED] 

A: Floor 8789- 878,900,076. We can shift the 
walls by just touching it. Our shoes melted 


through. Bottom of our feet sticks to the carpet. 


B: I'm bleeding. 


Dr. : Report, Delta. 


D-23467: | was wrong, Command. The rock isn't connected to the 
ground with sand, it's gota metric load of Dustbugs keeping the 
whole thing from floating away. There's a few dozen of them in the 
sand here, holding onto a few more, who are holding on to a few 
more. It's like those ants in the jungle that make bridges out of 
themselves for the rest of em. [pause] Oh, that's interesting... looks 
like the Bugs keep the big rock up top touching those sand currents. 
Maybe they eat- [loud crash] Jesus _ ! 


Dr. : Delta! What happened! 


D-23467: | think one of the floating rocks hit the bug-chain, 
Command. | can't see shit! All I'm seeing is sand! Somethin’ shook 
this ing snow globe! Get me out of here! Where is the _ ing 
airlock? 


Dr. : Negative, Delta. Try and get your bearings and let the 
440 around you clear. Report, Delta. 


D-23467: [breathing heavily] | was looking at the chain of these 
bugs, Command, and out of nowhere a fist-size rock came out of 
nowhere and smacked into it in the middle. The bugs just pulverized, 
and then everything exploded. It didn't help that | got my white ass 
out of there in a hurry! [nervous laughing] Command, that wasn't 
one of those floating rocks, something threw it. What else do you 
have in this place?! You told me about these bug things, what else is 
here? 


Dr. : That's why you're in there, Delta. Can you see anything? 


D-23467: [bursts of compressed air] Yeah, Command, a little bit. 
There's a cloud of... oh, Command, you got more than bugs in here, 
now. | see three, | don't know, rocky squid things. Looks like we've 
found our chuckers. They have their tentacle things around the main 
dustbug rock. D-do | have to get closer? | can'tsee from here, 
but... 


Dr. : Yes, Delta. Get as close as possible. 


D: Yeah. 

G: | think there are faces in the walls. 

A: We are going to continue to head up. 
Elevators have gone from pristine white to, uh, 
bumpy. Bony. 

D: Again and again. 

[EXTRANEOUS LOG REMOVED] 

A: We lost Beta. He melted through. His eyes 
were still looking at me, though. Floor, uh, it's, 
100, no- (pause) No. Yeah. People. There are 
a lot of people here. 

D: | can see my bones. On my feet. 

A: Put some bandage on it. 

G: Hey, Delta. Your- this arm is grabbing me. 
A: We should eat the rations. 

D: Do saws work on human arms? 

A: (eating noise) 

D: Yeah, it works. 

[EXTRANEOUS LOG REMOVED] 

A: Floor, (pause) We didn't, | didn't keep 
count. Spider webs. Minced. Gamma found 
her room. 


D: | can't feel my feet. 


A: Well, it's- [inaudible] 


[EXTRANEOUS LOG REMOVED] 
A: Delta found his room. 
[EXTRANEOUS LOG REMOVED] 
A: There's nothing here. 


[No further audio has been recorded until the 
time of the storage’s discovery. All members of 
MTF Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) are presumed lost.] 


[END LOG] 


Addendum: On /07/18, 4 bags, presumed to have belonged to 
D-26821 and members of the MTF Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”), 
materialized in front of the gate. Inside contained all of the initial 
materials; samples of the elevator cable, elevator door, wallpaper 
and the carpet; and a note: 


Lost luggage 


Testing of the all the samples revealed them to have 99% matches 
to human DNA. 


Footnotes 

1. Not identified. Current hypothesis points towards an unknown 
proper noun. 

2. No actual rescue attempts were made at any point of the 
exploration in order to avoid collateral damage. 


SCP-3399: Family Tree 


Fruit of an instance of SCP-3399-1 at site of original discovery. 


Item #: SCP-3399 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3399 is to be stored ina 
standard secure storage locker. Protective gloves should be worn 
when handling to prevent accidental activation. 


One instance of SCP-3399-1 is to be maintained in the botanical 
wing of Site- . Additional instances may be grown for research 
purposes at the discretion of the Senior Researcher. 


Description: SCP-3399 is a replica of the fruit from the Platanus 
orientalis (oriental plane) tree made primarily of gold and decorated 
with silver, the spines of which are sharp enough to penetrate 
human skin on contact. When exposed to human blood, SCP-3399 
will split along the lateral axis into two separate pieces connected 
with a hinge; opening SCP-3399 in this state reveals a single seed 
superficially similar to those from the Platanus orientalis. When 
planted, this seed will grow into an instance of SCP-3399-1. 


SCP-3399-1 is a tree superficially resembling the Platanus orientalis 
that typically grows at an accelerated rate, reaching full maturity in 
approximately three months. As SCP-3399-1 grows the leaves of 
the tree begin displaying images representing the memories of the 
individual whose blood originally opened SCP-3399 (henceforth 
referred to as the donor), rendered in a realistic style and shown 
from the point of view of the donor. These images are slightly 
translucent and superimposed over the surface of the leaf. Tests 
show that the images are accurate representations of events from 
the life of the donor as they recall them. Each leaf displays a single 
image, which remains unchanging for the duration of its life. 


Once mature, SCP-3399-1 will begin producing fruit! which 


develops into seeds; no method of pollination is required for this to 
occur. If one or more of these seeds are planted newly grown leaves 
on the parent instance will begin to display images of potential future 
events, frequently involving a partner with whom the donor could 
conceive a child. If the donor is already involved in a relationship 
with such a viable partner, it will frequently be that partner who is 
seen in the images.