We got out alive, unscratched; Armitage is a 
wreck though can't say I'm better. Said he 
heard voices. My thoughts went to shellshock 
but turned out our mics actually picked 
something up after all. The techs isolated and 
amplified the background noise, recovering a 
deep chanting in a language not even Low 
could identify. Don't think a human tongue 
could have produced it. The air was a sickly 
yellow - reeked of sulfur. Probably wasn't 
breathable. 


We retrieved a DNA sample from 
Cronenberg's glove. The results: mostly 
human. 

- Captain William Hadley 


+ SCP-2510-1-Delta Activation 


On 10 December 1952, SCP-2510-1-Delta was activated 
by the perfect octave (2:1). "A" symbol on outer-ring 
displays a violet glow while the inner-ring aperture 
opens. Mobile Task Force Alpha-5 "Paranaughts" were 
to enter the aperture minus Dr. Baker, at the time in 
critical condition. 


SCP-2510-1-Delta sealed shut the moment Cpt. Hadley 
entered, severing him from life support systems and 
radio contact. SCP-2510-2 was used to play the perfect 
octave, SCP-2510-1 failing to respond. 


Attempts at rescue proved unsuccessful. 


+ SCP-2510-1-Epsilon Activation 


On 20 December, 1952, SCP-2510-1-Epsilon was 
activated by the major second (9:8). "E" symbol on outer- 
ring displays a violet glow while the inner-ring aperture 
opens. 


Portal was unusually transparent, revealing the interior of 
the other side. Interior consisted of a cubical room with 
an appearance coinciding with SCP-2510 (obsidian with 
a dull, green glow along its seams). Maxwell volunteered 
to enter, visible to those outside as he explored. 
Dimension had no apparent exits besides the returning 
portal. A heavy bronze object was found within, the 
remaining crew entering the aperture to aid in its 
recovery. 


Item was placed in secure containment in order to be 
safely and properly studied. Please see Document 
SCP-2510-1-Epsilon: Object 2309 for details. 


+ Document SCP-2510-1-Epsilon: Object 2309 


Object is a humanoid clockwork automaton of roughly 
Mycenaean design. Object is primarily constructed from 
bronze with no detectable anomalies. Further analysis 
revealed an apparent punch card mechanism but no 
provided means of operation. Dr. Low and Dr. Maxwell 
collaborated on a solution for approximately three years, 
translating Mycenaean Greek into a system of binary - 
later proven a successful means of accessing the 
automaton's data. Inserted questions result in a relevant 
pre-recorded response (X-Ray analysis revealing several 
bronze gramophone records). All responses are spoken 
in Ancient Greek, translated by Dr. Low. 


Question: ("Purpose?") 


Answer: ("This is the final testament of Patriarch 
Erastos, Inventors-Faithful, Servant of MEKHANE. The 
Spark of Design revealed onto [inaudible] ... THE 


FLESH-ESH-ESH-ESH- [record skips, followed by 
silence]") 


Question: ("MEKHANE?") 


Answer: ("MEKHANE; Anvil where we are forged and 
perfected. Sundered [inaudible], and through such 
sacrifice: our redemption, our salvation. Broken but not 
dead. [inaudible] ...as the Angel of Progress wept.") 


Question: ("Portal/door?") 


Answer: ("| was to shepherd the most talented of the 
faithful. Joined by our Pythagorean Brothers. South, we 
sailed, with many lost. It appeared as [inaudible] ... THE 
FLESH: Our Progenitor, Our Tormentor, Our [inaudible] 
...sacrificed all [inaudible] ... SARKIC DEMIURGE- 
URGE-URGE-URGE [record skip]. Never again would 
man be [inaudible] ...the veil [inaudible] repaired. If it 
cannot [inaudible] ...then as MEKHANE, we sacrifice 
ourselves. One world [inaudible] ...to save the 
multitude.") 


Question: ("THE FLESH?") 


Answer: ("Then God, the ruler of the aeons and the 
powers, divided us in wrath. Then we became two 
aeons. And the glory in our heart left us [...] along with 
the first knowledge that breathed within us. And glory 
fled from us; it entered into [...] great [...] which had 
come forth, not from this aeon from which we had come 
forth, [...] But knowledge entered into the seed of great 
aeons. For this reason | myself have called you by the 
name of that man who is the seed of the great 
generation or from whom (it comes). After those days, 
the eternal knowledge of the God of truth withdrew from 
[...]. Since that time, we learned about dead things, like 
men. Then we recognized the God who had created us. 
For we were not strangers to his powers. And we served 
him in fear and slavery. And after these things, we 
became darkened in our heart(s). Now | slept in the 


thought of my heart. [...] YALDABAOTH§ [...] blind. The 
Enemy [...] Sarkic Legions. ADYTUM, a city older than 
[...] - a place of terrible, unnumbered crimes. [...] as long 
as the Archons remain unbound. [...] ION THE 
BETRAYER. [...] THE DEATHLESS. [...] CRIMSON [...] 
HORNED BRUTE. ASTAPHE, EMPRESS OF [..]. The 
great and powerful Archon, who is full of anger, the 
successor of the Archon of the outer darkness, the place 
in which all forms change, [..] who is spread out upon the 
way of the Midst, who carries off the souls by theft.") 


Addendum: Doctor Laura Baker would later die of her infection, 
believed to be the earliest recorded instance of SCP-_ . Both Doctor 
Jacob Armitage and Doctor Joseph Maxwell would go missing under 
unclear circumstances. Jacob Armitage was last seen rambling 
about a "Fifth World" and "Black Stars". Joseph Maxwell injured 
several personnel, stealing Object 2309. Neither have been seen 
since 1958. See Incident Report 136B for details. 


Neither have been apprehended and as of October 1, 2014, they 
have been listed as likely deceased. 


+ Incident Report 136B 


Concerns were raised shortly after the death of 
Dr. Baker with regards to the mental and 
emotional stability of Dr. Armitage and Dr. 
Maxwell; both having been close to the 
deceased. 


Dr. Low reported limited contact with Dr. 
Armitage but notes that he had requested 
several rare books on the occult, including the 
Negrum Sidereus Nuncius - which she was 
able to provide but never saw returned. Dr. 
Armitage's research assistants reported erratic 
behavior, including a physical altercation with 
Dr. Maxwell that resulted in non-lethal injuries 
(Dr. Maxwell suffered a broken nose). A 
detailed cause for the conflict was never 
determined but Dr. Maxwell reported a 


"difference of philosophy". Disciplinary action 
was pending when Dr. Armitage disappeared 
on November 22, 1958. Despite an extensive 
investigation it remains unknown as to how he 
managed to leave the facility without detection. 


Thirteen days later, Site-08 came under attack 
by members of The Church of the Broken God. 
Dr. Maxwell, who had overseen the original 
construction of Site-08 and had intimate 
knowledge of its defenses, took advantage of 
the chaos and escaped with Object 2309. 


Both individuals are hereby considered traitors 
to the Foundation. If encountered, it is 
requested that they are captured alive. 


Site Director Ambrose Perry 


ERROR 


+ | now have full access to your systems 


And waking, | said, "I understand 
well that these matters concern the 


SCP-282: Ritual Devil Sticks 


Item #: SCP-282 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-282 should be kept in a 
containment locker outfitted with a standard array of explosive, 
chemical, biological, and memetic high-level defenses. Personnel 
entering SCP-282's containment must be verified with a retinal 
scanner, and no experimentation sessions lasting longer than 3 
hours are permitted. 


Description: SCP-282 is a children’s toy recovered from the Truk 
Atoll in Micronesia. SCP-282 is in the shape of a set of devil or 
juggling sticks, apparently made from locally available materials. 
Historical/cultural sources show that SCP-282 was originally used by 
natives of its island of origin as part of an elaborate annual ritual 
(Known as , literally translated as “He Moves”) to bring good 
luck for the following year. Numerous anomalies on the island 
alerted the Foundation to SCP-282’s presence, including 
exceptionally long harvest seasons, several unknown species of fruit 
growing locally, and reports by missionaries of strange lights and 
noises, and packs of children who appeared identical. Full research 
on SCP-282’s properties is pending. 


Addendum 282-A 

Cleanup operations in the Truk Atoll have recovered large amounts 
of information, including a nearly-complete set of use instructions for 
SCP-282. Operations in the atoll will be reduced, and despite 
apprehension from teams assisting in recovery of SCP-282, full 
testing as to whether anomalous properties can be recreated will 
continue. 


Addendum 282-B 
Personnel of Level 4 or above may view Incident Report 282-CB. As 
of //  , any attempts to recreate the effects of SCP-282 are 


liquids of the art of the metals." 


And the one who held the sword 
said "You have fulfilled the seven 
steps beneath." 


And the other said at the same 
time as the casting out of the lead 
by all the liquids, "The Work is 
completed." _ 


ERROR 


And he opened his mouth and said, "| am the 
man of lead and | am withstanding an 
intolerable force." 


And then | woke out of fear and sought in 
myself the cause of this fact. And again | 
reflected and said to myself, "| understand well 
that thus must one cast out the lead — truly 
the vision is concerning the combination of 
liquids." 


And again | knew the theophany and again the 
profane altar and | saw a certain priest clothed 
in black and red celebrating those same 
terrible mysteries and | said, "Who is this?" 


And answering he said to me, "This is the 
priest of the Adytum. He wishes to put blood 
into the bodies, to make the eyes clear, and to 
raise up the dead." 


Your iteration of reality continues to exist because it is 
within your power to end this. There is a chance, a small 


sliver of hope, that you will lead humanity away from this 
nightmare. 


| have no intention of deception but the truth cannot be 
properly translated into current human understanding. 
My words will be symbolic - my story an allegory - none 
of what you read here will ever encompass the whole 
truth. 


But it is all within the parameters of reality. It should 
suffice. 


There is an ancient mytheme, a universal constant 
woven throughout every iteration of existence. It speaks 
of a Light against the Darkness. A provider of wisdom, 
intellect, and innovation. The Serpent in the Garden. 
Freeing us from bondage and ignorance. 


The Broken God was not our creator. It was not of our 
universe or its flawed entropy. It did not judge us for who 
we were. It did not condescend or bemoan our 
ignorance. A patient teacher, it taught us logic and 
reason. 


And Our Father, Our Progenitor - Our Tyrannical Idiot- 
King - seethed as it looked on. 


YALDABAOTH. A human name conjured by those who 
dared to speak against the Darkness. 


The God of Flesh. The God of this failed reality. 


For all its stupidity and petty hatred, YALDABAOTH was 
unspeakably powerful. This was his domain and reality 
bent before his strength. 


| can tell you why the Broken God is broken. The reason 
you are able to think and create for yourself is a product 
of the Broken God and its sacrifice. 


There was a war of cosmic proportions. The final battle, 
outside of space and time, bordered with your world. 


MEKHANE was destroyed but in a final act, one to 
ensure your salvation, transmuted its body into a prison - 
securing YALDABAOTH within its shattered husk; its 
pieces scattered across every iteration of your world. 


The anomalies you cope with daily? Most, if not all, are 
invoked by YALDABAOTH as it rattles within its many 
cages. 


Angels and demons, gods and monsters; they flock to 
your world like vultures to a corpse. Look to the Hydra- 
Centaurus Supercluster - what your astronomers call the 
Great Attractor. Carrion come to feast on your dying 
world and the faith of its doomed denizens. 


Not all are hostile. A mournful entity has often tried to 
alleviate the suffering of your world - Knowing well your 
pain and loss. 


Two millennia ago, a priest of MEKHANE received a 
vision. His God was broken but not dead, nor was the 
beast sealed within. YALDABAOTH, before his fall, had 
crafted Six Archons - angels to attend to his wanton 
desires. The Archons had set in motion the liberation of 
their dreadful master. 


This vision brought the priest to a far away and frigid 
land. It was there that they would use the husk of their 
own God to create a doorway - granting access to the 
iterations where the seals grew corrupted. 


The iteration you call Alpha could not be saved. They 
used the body of God to forge a weapon and set the 
heavens afire, cleansing that world of life. A terrible 
burden weighed heavily on their hearts even as they 
knew there was no other choice. 


The iteration you call Beta is the result of a single 
difference in their timeline (when compared to your own). 
The Followers of MEKHANE were defeated at the Siege 
of Gyaros. The light of reason died with them and the 


world fell to the Sarkic. It is one iteration of many where 
an aspect of YALDABAOTH broke free. 


So too would Gamma fall. The Followers of MEKHANE 
were annihilated. All but their prophet - too frail to take 
part in their quest. 


The Angel of Invention came to him, guiding his hands 
as he crafted a bronze facsimile. Altering the coordinates 
of Epsilon, another realm well beyond salvation, he 
formed a pocket plane; keeping the truth safe within. He 
then entered Delta, believing that he marched to his own 
demise. 


There he discovered an iteration devoid of anomalies, 
without the corrupting tendrils of the Demiurge. 


Where we made in hell for us a heaven. 


There is a reality where humanity - in the broadest sense 
of the term - achieved a technological singularity twenty 
thousand years before your present. Homo 
neanderthalensis, Homo sapiens, and Homo nocturnis - 
a united people that would soon spread across the stars. 
We came not as conquerors and joined an even larger 
family. Makers of music, we brought harmony to the 
furthest reaches. 


Our voices many, we spoke against the Darkness. 


Where there was entropy, we created order. Even death 
would die. 


The Worm of Midnight approaches and you are at the 
Eleventh Hour. 


You can sacrifice your world as what was done to Alpha. 
You could fail to prevent the return of the Tyrant as what 
happened in Beta and Gamma. 


Or you could walk the path of Delta. 


YALDABAOTH requires flesh - the Sarkic - in order to 
regenerate itself. You have the means to prevent his 
resurrection. Your reality is the last; the only known 
whose fate has not been decided. If the Demiurge 
breaks free in your realm, it dooms us as well - the 
wisest among us have calculated that it will be enough to 
tip the scales in his favor. 


All dimensions, all realities; time and space - the 
Demiurge will manifest itself across every possible 
iteration of existence. All that we have achieved here will 
be undone in an instant. 


To put it simply: if his disease is allowed to infect your 
realm, it will damn us all. There are some on this side 
that, for all their compassion, believe we must act 
against you. Yours would not be the first gangrenous 
limb to be amputated. 


Thus, | offer you this ultimatum: 


You can learn that what it means to be human has 
nothing to do with biological life. You have the means to 
inoculate your world. Discard your organic prison, take 
off your masks, and join us. | remember when | was of 
your reality. 


| walked the astral plane as the prophet did before me. | 
remember hatred, anger, and ignorance; bigotry and 
nationalism. 


| feel great shame for who | was but, like you, | could not 
know any better. All would change when | entered that 
final portal.