the previous tests and concluded that SCP-698 is a Safe-class 
artifact. [NOTE: This test was not performed intentionally. ] 

Result: SCP-698 produces the following message: 

"No, SCP-698 is Euclid-class, because SCP-698 is Judgmental 
Turtle. At any time, Judgmental Turtle may (approximate) transmit 
data to the (approximate) makers of Judgmental Turtle for 
commercial, industrial, or (untranslatable) purposes. By using 
Judgmental Turtle, you agree to hold the (approximate) makers of 
Judgmental Turtle blameless for any damage, loss of life, or 
(untranslatable) resulting from these (approximate) transmissions." 


« SCP-697 | SCP-698 | SCP-699 » 


Long ago, the sun had a child. But that child was sent to 
the breast of the Earth, to walk as a man. 


The child eats and drinks, speaks our tongue, and 
laughs like any man. But he cannot die, for the sun 
protects him. 


The sun misses his child, though. The days grow shorter 
and shorter, until at last with his grief in full, the sun's 
protection is gone from the child. Then can he be slain, 
and sent back to the sun. 


But the child is restless. As the days grow warmer and 
fuller, so too does his discontent, and so he returns to 
the breast of the Earth. So he does not wander far, and 
so he can be sent home again when the sun's grief 
grows too harsh, the Earth raised a prison of stones past 
which he cannot leave. And so each year he must be 
sent to his father again. 


+ The Bet 
"Well?" 
"Roll them." 


"Damn! | was so close... | could have beaten you. | 
should have beaten you." 


"But you didn't. It had to be one of us, and I'm not sorry it 
won't be me. Still, you knew the risks as well as the rest 
of us. Someone needs to be here." 


"| won't do it! Let someone else die." 


"Ah, but you lost. The bones have spoken. It's no use, 
brother. You shall die, and again, and again." 


"No! No, come back here!" 


"Farewell, brother. If it's any consolation, it could have 
been any of us. Just the luck of the dice." 


The Lucky Dinosaur 


The Lucky Dinosaur 


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Location: Site 19, Kiryu Labs 
Personnel Involved: Dr. Riven Mercer & Dr. Zyn Kiryu 


+ The Friendly Beast 


The Friendly Beast 


Riven Mercer walked into 682’s containment chamber, 
and it wasn’t there. Panic mounted. All of the windows 
and walls were intact, so what had- 


There was an enormous splash, and Riven screamed as 
he was knocked flat. 682 was upon him. 


The dinosaur wheezed out a chortle, then started nosing 
at Riven’s pockets. 


“Get off, you big lunk!” Riven laughed, pushing 
ineffectively at her chest. “I don’t have any snacks for 
you.” 


682 gave the researcher another few sniffs, then backed 
off to stomp the water from her hide. Riven was dripping 
wet himself, and about a third of the contents of the 
dinosaur’s wading pool had been spilled across the 
ground. Maybe it was a good thing that he hadn’t added 


carp yet. 


“Someone's feeling energetic today, huh?” He dried off 
his glasses, and assembled his measuring equipment. 
“Get back here, | have work to do.” 


682 waited patiently. She was a magnificent beast. 
Twenty feet long, long-necked, with heavy tramping feet 
and a coat of soft pseudofeathers the color of honey. 
Some days she talked, most days she didn’t. Most days 
she was as sleepy as an old golden retriever, other days 
she reminded Kiryu Labs more of a puppy. 


When the puppy weighed over a ton and was potentially 
a hundred fifty million years old, overseers were known 
to get antsy. But she had never harmed anyone- as far 
as they could tell, anywhere she had ever been, she'd 
never harmed anyone. Researcher, agent, janitor, 
civilian, child. She loved animals. 


But it was understandable- it was quite possible she 
herself had never been in danger of anyone. 


That made another researcher, Zyn Kiryu, who was the 
sister of the lab's director, a little more suspicious. It was 
hard to deny that the thing meant no harm. But Zyn had 
scraped together some funding for further research, and 
had been running most of the tests herself. She looked 
through the viewing window and frowned, ran the tests 
and frowned. 


“It’s not actually a sauropod,” she told Riven. “It’s 
convergent evolution. There are palm trees and pine 
trees and deciduous trees, and they all look kind of alike, 
but they don’t share a tree-shaped common ancestor- 
just similar features. Or butterflies that evolve orange 
and black stripes to mimic poisonous ones.” 


Riven nodded. 


“So,” Zyn continued, "682 isn’t actually a dinosaur. Its 
protofeathers don’t have the expected structure, it has 
the wrong number of vertebra and toes. Its cellular 
structure is something else all together. Not to mention 
the voice box. It just looks like a dinosaur.” 


“What does that mean?” 


"With the trees, it means that the general tree shape is a 
useful way of gathering light. With the butterflies, it 
means that it benefits them somehow to mimic 
something else. Here..." Zyn Kiryu glancing through the 
window at 682, which was sniffing at a flower. “I’m not 
sure.” 


“The radio-carbon dating came back,” Zyn told Riven. 
“From the protofeather and tooth scrapings.” 


“What was the result?” asked Riven, eating a sandwich 
in the lab's common space. 


“The feather was under 10 years old, which is in line with 
the regrowth rate we've observed in the past.” 


“What about the tooth? What was the result?” 
“Negative.” 

“Doesn't radiocarbon dating just return a date?” 
“Yes.” 

“So how could it be negative?” 


“The sample has to be older than 50,000 years old.” 


“Oh. So that means...” Riven looked at 682, who was 
napping under a heat lamp. From this angle, the reptilian 
features looked they were smiling. "| suppose we 
guessed that." 


"We did." 


"But with the proof, that's interesting. How could she live 
so long?" 


“?’m not sure.” 


An enormous X-ray set up, designed for elephants, had 
been constructed in an adjacent research room. Zyn 
helped a technician run the machine, while Riven fed 
682 a branch of vine maple leaves to keep her head still. 


She gnawed it, grinding the leaves slowly in her teeth, 
and the equipment flashed several times. Hopefully the 
pictures would elucidate her bone structures, which 
would reveal... 


Something. Hopefully. Something other than a strange 
but perfectly functional structure of claws and ribs and 
spine. 


"Very good, little ones," 682 was mumbling in a low voice 
as it chewed. "Bend the light - see into my bones. Learn 
what you may. Very clever, children." 


"Children?" Zyn frowned. 


"She calls the plants 'children’," said Riven. "| wouldn't 
read too much into it. Right, girl?" He rubbed 682's head- 
she appeared to have gone silent now, chewing 
pensively on the branch. 


"I'm not sure," said Zyn. She had some suspicions, but 
she kept those to herself. 


Location: Site 19, Safe-Class Biological Containment Area 
Official Documentation 


+ 682 Containment Incident Log 


682 Containment Incident 
Log 


09/15/74 - SCP-058 breaches containment 
and enters the Safe-class biological 
containment sector, and proceeds to breach 
the attached research facility. Containment of 
SCP- , ,and  aredamaged, and SCP- 
and- are destroyed. The south wall of 
SCP-682’s unit is damaged. Before further 
damage is done, SCP-1158 breaches 
containment nearby and floats down the hall, 
entangling SCP-058 in its tentacles. SCP-058 
slows and appears to convulse, demonstrating 
a previously unknown sensitivity to 
SCP-1158's neurotoxin. 058 is later contained 
by site security, and 682 does not breach 
containment. 


11/30/79 - In Electronic Research Wing 15- 
CE41,SCP- breaches containment and 
moves through the wing, firing at personnel 
and broadcasting the message “KILL THE 
DINOSAUR, | MUST KILL THE DINOSAUR. 
SIX EIGHTY TWO MUST DIE, THAT IS THE 
ONLY WAY.” SCP- _ was not able to navigate 
the site in order to locate 682, and was re- 
contained by security within 30 minutes. Three 
personnel died; eight wounded. 682 did not 
recognize SCP- and could not explain the 
event. 


08/05/81 - Structural stability of Site 19 is 
compromised by activation of SCP- .Asa 
result, Safe-class biological containment 
sector (along with two other research wings) is 
partially collapsed. SCP- and several 
instances of SCP- _ are destroyed, three 


other objects breach containment. Recovery 
teams searching in the area discover SCP-682 
had survived by being under three structural 
beams, which had collapsed in such a way as 
to form a stable open space. Containment of 
682 re-established. 


03/01/99 - SCP-812 opens completely during 
testing, and SCP-682’s containment cell (along 
with several adjacent rooms) is flooded. A leak 
found in the concrete cell floor allows draining 
and prevents chamber from flooding, or 
reaching above SCP-682’s legs. 


12/23/02 - Site security is breached by a group 
of individuals, loosely associated with the 
group of interest “The Serpent’s Hand”, 
carrying explosives and automatic weapons 
with the intent to cause confusion while 
liberating several objects from containment. 
Their point of entry put them close to the Site 
19 Safe-class biological containment wing. All 
offensive equipment is rendered inert by the 
transient presence of SCP-514 on a nearby 
rooftop. While Site 19 is known to be within 
SCP-514’s migration path, the odds of this 
event are calculated at approximately 1x10’ . 


2/22/11 - Alevel 2-guard, Personnel - - , 
breaks procedure by entering SCP-682’s 
containment chamber and attempting to open 
fire on it. The gun suffers a mechanical failure 
and does not fire. Personnel - - drawsa 
knife and approaches SCP-682, before being 
struck on the head with a portable 
spectrometer by Dr. Zyn Kiryu. Upon regaining 
consciousness, personnel - - hasno 
memory of the incident. Psychic influence by 
SCP- implicated. 


06/13/13 - SCP-106 breaches containment, 


site placed on Crimson Alert. As per protocol, 
all on-site containment is secured, trapping Dr. 
Riven Mercer inside SCP-682’s containment 
unit (where he was performing a routine 
examination.) SCP-106 passes 682’s 
containment unit as it moves throughout the 
site, apparently while pursuing two other 
personnel, who are the only sapient entities 
apart from SCP-682 and Mr. Mercer in the 
area. SCP-106 stops and corrodes the unit 
door till it has a clear view of SCP-682. 


SCP-682 adopts a defensive posture around 
Mr. Mercer, and maintains eye contact with 
SCP-106 for thirty seconds. SCP-106 then 
turns and resumes pursuit for the 
aforementioned personnel. SCP-682 does not 
breach containment, and Mr. Mercer is 
uninjured. 


Location: Site 19, Meeting and Personnel Areas 
Personnel Involved: Dr. Zyn Kiryu & Personnel [EXPUNGED] 


+ Extratemporal Site 000 


Extratemporal Site 000 


The message had been decoded that morning. The data 
had actually been collected by a currently-derelict 
anisotropy probe, a sort of super-sensitive thermometer 
for space, several years ago- but it had collected a 
fantastic amount of data, which took a while even on the 
Foundation’s weaker supercomputers (the ones they 
could afford to spare.) Still, a lot of thinking on the part of 
man and machines, and some help from a very old and 
poorly understood set of archives, and the translation 
was finished by that morning. 


In all fairness, that several-year gap was a short time 


compared to when it must have been sent. It was picked 
up in fluctuations in the cosmic background radiation of 
the entire universe. 


SCP SCP SCP SCP SCP SCP SCP SCP SCP 


EXTRATEMPORAL SITE 000 DIRECTIVE 
108_0051_ABCEA BEGIN 
INFORMATIONAL MESSAGE ONLY 
FOLLOWS. 


SCP_682 OBSERVED CRITICAL TO STABLE 
TIMELINE. 


NO TIMELINES, LIFE-BEARING OR 
OTHERWISE, 


EXIST THAT DO NOT CONTAIN 682 OR 
SIMILAR ENTITY. 


NO NON-LIFEBEARING TIMELINES EXIST. 


NON-682BEARING TIMELINES ARE 
CULLED.__ 


SCP SCP SCP SCP SCP SCP SCP SCP SCP 
Zyn had, like, a million questions. At least ten. 
“...Did we know there was an extratemporal site?” 


“Yep." The stocky, androgynous representative, whose 
security clearance was absent from the records and who 
was tearing into a blueberry muffin like it was their only 
break all day, grinned, "It’s not common knowledge, don’t 
worry. In fact they’ve sort of wiped themselves from 
history. Think they guessed that would happen. They 
uploaded some data on the project and pre-established 
decoding mechanisms into the Solid Archive way back 
who knows when, before they left, so we can interpret 
messages. The messages are coded at different 
amplitudes into cosmic background radiation, so they 


can aim when we receive them roughly based on the 
technology level of our telescopes. Cool, huh?” 


That answered a lot of those questions. “What's the solid 
archive?” 


“Fancy computer record that lets us bury things and then 
dig them up when we need to know them. It just proves 
that the message-senders were Foundation-associated 
and wanted us to be able to translate it. Very hush-hush. 
In fact, | didn't even mention it." 


“| see. How can they just a/ter cosmic background 
radiation?” 


“As far as we can tell, they have just a little energy anda 
lot of parallel ‘verses to deal with, and, well, the Bang is 
the hub that's constant for all of them. Not enough to, 
you know, seriously mess with anything. Just enough to 
get things across. They can’t see everything perfectly 
either- well, they could. It’s just. Multiverses. You know? 
It's a hell of a lot of data.” 


“Hell of a lot of data,” Zyn Kiryu agreed, faintly. 


“So, well, you know.” The representative shrugged. “You 
can see why O5 wants to shut down unnecessary 
interactions with it immediately.” 


"Timeline culling. | can see the, uh, the urgency,” said 
Zyn. “What does that mean?" 


"No idea. It wasn't in the Archive." 


"Wait. That’s it? That’s all we got? The extratemporal site 
doesn’t know anything else? How did they even get 
outside the universe-” 


“Honestly? We don’t know.” The representative shrugged 
again, picking crumbs out of the muffin wrapper. "The 
message is short because they only have so much 
space. Or maybe we can't do anything useful with that 


SCP-699: Mystery Box 


Item #: SCP-699 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-699 is to be kept ina 
standard 8 m x 8m x 5m research bay, which was built around the 
object in the sub-basement of Site-83. The object shall be guarded 
at all times by two Level 1 personnel who have had a “negative” 
reaction to the object (see below) and have shown no interest in 
opening it. In addition, the artifact is to be kept under video 
surveillance at all times. 


Unauthorized attempts to open SCP-699 will be met with severe 
disciplinary procedures, up to and including termination. Any signs 
of an escape attempt by the contents of SCP-699 must immediately 
be reported to a Level 4 staff member, so that further containment 
procedures can be initiated. Any containment breach is to be met 
with full force. 


Description: SCP-699 is a clear rectangular case 2.5 m x 1.5m x 

1 min size. Engraved on one side is the SCP Foundation “Keter” 
symbol, and “SCP-17591.” The artifact appears to be plexiglass, but 
is in fact a Super-dense polymer much stronger and heavier than 
any material currently manufactured. The weight of the object is 
estimated at 24,000 kg. SCP-699 shows no seams in its 
construction, and no obvious means of opening it. It has resisted all 
attempts to open, damage, or acquire a sample of the material it is 
composed of. Attempts to acquire a small sample of the material so 
that it can be reproduced are ongoing.