"You... have people on the other side of there don't you? Watching 
us." The Outsider's voice was very shaky. 

Strelnikov glanced at the one-way mirror. Clearly this wasn't going to 
be an ordinary Interrogation. 

"I'm the one asking the questions here," he said in a stern voice 
"Now tell us what your name is." 

The Outsider finally looked at Strelnikov, and the Commandant 
could see the madness in his eyes common with Exposure. 

"My... name... doesn't matter." The Outsider said before blurting out 
"You can call me Guy." 

"Very well, Guy. Now tell us what tribe you are from." 

"T... Tribe?" 

"Don't play games with me outsider!" Strelnikov nearly shouted as 
he lost his temper. "Tell me what tribe you are from!" 

"|... don't come from any tribe..." 

"LIAR!" Strelnikov was shouting now. "The only way you filth can 
survive is by banding together and huddling close for warmth! Any 
loner in the Outside dies from starvation or from one of the Blighted 
Anomalies." Strelnikov stood up, towering above the Outsider who 


cowered before him. 

"You WILL tell us what tribe you are from! You WILL tell us what you 
are doing here! And there is NOTHING you can do about it!" 

He sat back down and with a growl demanded "Begin." 


The Outsider sat there impassively. 

"Did you hear what | said Outsider?" Strelnikov yelled. "Answer me!" 
"Oh | heard you." The Outsider's voice had change dramatically, 
gone was any hint of fear. It had been replaced by a voice that 
seemed to suck all warmth out of the room with every word. 

"| heard you alright." The Outsider continued. "But what makes you 
think that one such as me will ever answer to one as feeble as you?" 
The Outsider looked up; the look of madness was still in his eyes. 
"W... what are you?" Strelnikov stammered, he knew that this was 
something other than a Blighted Anomaly. 

The Outsider grinned. 

"lam... something else." 

The Outsider began to laugh. 

In one quick movement, Commandant Strelnikov gathered his wits, 
stood upright, drew his firearm and pointed it at... nothing. 

The Outsider had vanished completely. 

Strelnikov cleared his throat. 

"Interrogation concluded, The Outsider being interrogated was 
somehow able to disappear. It is to be suspected that the Outsider 
was a Blighted Anomaly or was in possession of one. The 
Decontamination crew that processed the Outsider will be reviewed 
for dereliction of duty." He said, finishing the Interrogation. 

The Judicators would not be happy. 


I'm the only one who knows... 

I'm the only one who understands... 

I'm the only one who can figure all this out... 

The Doctors of my world...they think they're so clever... 
But... they know nothing... NOTHING... 

And | can never tell them...about the others... 
They wouldn't...believe me... 

They think they're the only ones... 

But they're not... 

My...world's Foundation still only has 191 SCPs in 
containment... 


There are more out there... 
In other...places... 


Live Now. Tomorrow, We Die. 


It’s time to let him go. The way he kissed, smiled, and smelled. 
You have to let it go. The way his hands felt on your waist, the 
way he said your name, you have to let it go. 


Because that’s who he was, not who he is. 
Kit had never been the same after the first amnestic. 


It was fair to say Gabriel has felt as lousy as shit doing it, too — 
inviting the cute, dark-haired man on another date and slipping it into 
his ‘purple rain’ cocktail with practised ease. 


But, then again, he didn’t expect to fall in love. 


He considered it part of his mission — make the man who saw too 
much, forget. 


Make him forget. Make him forget with your wit and charm. Make 
him forget with your tongue in his mouth. Make him forget with a 
spiked drink. Leave... in the morning. 


His interaction with Kit should have ended there. He shouldn’t have 
been around to see the amnestic trigger off sudden mood swings 
and confused, overwhelming emotions. The Amnestic Orientation 
manual hadn’t covered this. Maybe this happened to everyone they 
drugged and dumped. Maybe they all became broken and clinging 
to the sides of sanity. 


But he had fallen for Kit hard and fast. He had fallen for the way he 
self-consciously adjusted his hair when he was flustered, fallen for 
the way he breathed Gabriel’s name in what eventually became their 
bed, even fallen for the fact that Kit was never quite normal. 


He wanted so much to bring it up as a matter of ethics. Disclose 
exactly how fucked up Kit had become since that evening. But that 


would mean disclosing their relationship, and that would only have 
cause for trouble. Gabriel had worked hard to get where he was, 
and he wasn’t sure he was ready to give up the position for 
something as unimportant as the truth. 


More often than not, Kit was already in his house when he got 
home. He had asked how, the first time, startled and on-edge, and 
Kit had just flashed a lockpick set at him and whispered the word 
‘Easily’. Gabriel had gently swapped the kit for a key, and Kit would 
claim the window ledge overlooking the garden as his spot. It was as 
easy as taking in a stray. 


He came home once, already calling out a greeting, to find dismal 
graffiti sorayed across the living room wall. 


Live now. Tomorrow, we die. 


It struck a nerve with him, considering his line of work, and 
considering how cheaply Kit had been treating life. He found Kit 
spaced out on his spot, a folding knife resting limply in his lap. Kit 
wouldn't show him what he had done. Simply, he threw the knife 
across the room, and it embedded itself in the wall next to the 
nihilistic words. 


Gabriel frowned at him. He'd been brought up to believe that there 
were certain things one didn't do in a house, and target practice was 
one of them. 


Kit just smiled and Gabriel’s heart skipped a beat. Kit moved close 
to him, next to his ear, breath soft and warm. 


"| won," He purred, and kissed him fiercely. 
Live now. Tomorrow we die. 


There was that fierce side that Gabriel loved. The side that would 
greet him with excitement, enthusiasm, and it translated into the 
bedroom, although Gabriel knew it had extended beyond a good 
fuck when he found himself in the pale moonlight, staring down at 
Kit as he slept, making sure he kept breathing, because it was the 
only time he could be confident the young man was alive and safe. It 


was becoming a fight, day after day, to know that Kit would be in his 
home when he got back, that he wouldn’t be arrested for a scuffle or 
sectioned for his madness, or dead on a slab somewhere. 


So when he came home to a hole in one of the drywalls and blood 
staining the paint, he couldn’t help just to be glad that this had 
happened here. Kit was overwhelmed in the centre of the living 
room, holding out his knife towards Gabriel like he was a stranger. It 
took time to coax it from him and ease it from his grip, and even then 
Kit stayed on edge like the terrified stray he was. 


When Kit finally let him get close, Gabriel held his hands until the 
bleeding stopped; his fingers grazed the sore knuckles until Kit 
whined and pulled away. Then he got out the first aid kit and 
methodically cleaned each one, kissing the top joints of each finger 
after every sting that caused Kit to squirm on the kitchen chair. 


“We'll be okay, baby,” he confided into Kit’s hair when they found 
themselves embracing, Kit trembling from fatigue and pure emotion. 
“| promise. I'll be here for you. I'll suffer with you. Cry when you cry. 
Laugh when you laugh, just please... try to laugh more. Please try 
to...” 


Be with me. Don't go to the place | can’t go, when your eyes glaze 
and you won't even talk. | would do anything to fix you. Fix this. 


Maybe it’s not about trying to fix something broken. 
Maybe it’s about starting over and creating something better. 


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Lockdown Procedures 


FOUNDATION STANDARD 
ORIENTATION MANUAL : 


--- LOCKDOWN 
PROCEDURES --- 


Revision 3.9 [Site-81]. Electronic copy. 


Submitted to Foundation Records Database. Archived 
File. 


All field personnel and Foundation staff have been issued 
a clearance-specific copy of this manual as of 15/03/17. 
Do not copy or re-distribute. 


UTILISATION: 


The purpose of this documentation is to inform personnel 
of basic procedures during an on-site lockdown following 
a compromise of security or containment. Advanced 


SCP-896’s abnormal behavior only manifests when a user creates 
an avatar which shares the exact first and last name of the user. 
Once this occurs, the user is “imprinted” upon the avatar. Once 
imprinted, any changes to the avatar’s statistics will have a direct 
effect upon the user. How this occurs is not well understood. The 
current hypothesis is SCP-896 allows the user to exhibit a powerful 
“mind over matter” control over their body and surroundings. 


There are six stats that directly affect the abilities of the user. 
Raising the stats in game causes a corresponding increase in the 
physical or mental characteristics of the user. However, if one stat is 
15% greater than any other stat, all other physical attributes of the 
user suffer. The stats and their link to real physical abilities are 
described below. 


Strength (STR): Self explanatory; as an avatar’s strength increase, 
so does the user's. 

Agility (AGI): Highly agile users note a high accuracy of movement 
and control over their body. This grace allows for a great speed of 
movement with no sacrifice of skill or accuracy of the desired action. 
Stamina (STA): Increased stamina results in the ability to go longer 
without food or sleep, enhanced physical endurance, and even 
resistance to disease and physical damage. 

Charisma (CHR): Charisma grants the user a deep understanding of 
an individual and exploits this to manipulate them to their own 
wants. 

Intelligence (INT): Higher intelligence leads to an increase in the 
information retention and problem solving capabilities of the user. 
Wisdom (WIS): Allows the user a deeper understanding of situations 
and people and allows them to see the best possible solution for the 
problem. It should be noted that the “best possible solution” is based 
upon the morals and ethical priorities of the subject. 


Recovery Log: SCP-896’s effects were first noted during the beta 
test. MTF Mu-4’s routine monitoring intercepted intra-office e-mails 
detailing the effects, and quickly moved in to secure SCP-896. 
SCP-896 was already highly anticipated by the general public, so 
simply burying the project was not an option. SCP-896 was released 
to the general public with significant code alterations to ensure 
SCP-896 would not exhibit anomalous behavior. The old beta code 


copies, including re-containment protocol manuals, may 
be accessed by requesting such from your immediate 
supervisor. 


Refer to this manual as your most reliable source. 
Lockdown procedures must be fast in order to achieve 
effectiveness, utilising soeed as an advantage over the 
adversary threat. Misunderstanding basic regulations can 
endanger everyone you work with. Due to this, site 
administration requires all personnel to be familiar with 
this manual. 


DISTRIBUTION: 


Unless directed otherwise, staff are reminded that the 
content of this manual is strictly classified, and remains 
site-specific in context. Distribution across sites is a 
Type-3a offence. Exchange/viewing of copies provided to 
separate personnel is also prohibited. 


Staff suspecting a breach of this regulation are to contact 
administration immediately. 


LOCKDOWN 
PROCEDURES 


Over the years we have come to accept that an entirely 
secure facility, equally protected from both internal and 
external forces, is an impossible equilibrium to correctly 
achieve. This is why lockdowns are an integrated part of 
our Foundation system. Entering a mindset in which a 
goal of absolute control exists is a futile effort. It is 
important to consider that there is always more that can 
turn out wrong than right. Not relying on procedures such 
as these would be a complete denial of the wrong. The 


Foundation is built upon grounds of acceptance, not 
ignorance. Don't be ignorant. 


- Dr. Sawer, Head of Site Safety and Containment 
Regulations Board. 


OVERVIEW 


A lockdown is defined as a varying emergency procedure 
in response to a containment breach or loss of security. 
Lockdowns are requested using LID (Lockdown Intensity 
Degree) codes, and issued from automated O4 systems. 
Once evaluated, lockdowns are classified using 
Lockdown Degrees, which provides pre-created 
guidance on the appropriate response, such as AMTF 
(Armed Mobile Task Force) units and Automated 
Response Initiatives (ARIs), commissioned when 
appropriate to suppress the apparent threat. 


BACKGROUND 


Lockdowns first became official standard regulations 
following the 1931/03/12 containment breach, and 
multiple on-site accidents resulting in the severe loss of 
Foundation personnel, material, and vital assets. Since 
then, the Foundation has made substantial efforts to re- 
integrate a more secure, reliable and dependable 
methods of repressing internal instability among sites. 
Some of the first MTFs (Mobile Task Forces), such as 
Epsilon-11, were commissioned to advance against the 
increasing number of contained anomalous objects 
across the Foundation. 


For a number of years, over the period known as the 
"deep waters", the Foundation was prone to regular 
breaches and loss of vital assets, due to influencing 
opposing factions, falling containment standards 
and disobedience of Foundation personnel, including the 
creation of the Chaos Insurgency in 1928, where the 


lowering ethics of the Foundation provoked a unit to go 
A.W.O.L and re-form as an extremely hostile splinter- 
group. The response to containment breaches was 
eventually re-considered and altered by the O5 council in 
1935. 


Following the containment of multiple Keter-class 
anomalies in the 1980s, containment breach severity and 
frequency increased dramatically throughout certain 
Foundation facilities. New Armed Mobile Task Forces 
(AMTFs), such as Nu-7 and Eta-5, were founded with the 
goal of assisting in re-containment and repression of 
these new threats. Contemporary material science had 
not developed to a point that would allow for the effective 
economical containment of these entities. However, as 
technology advanced, the threats posed by these 
anomalies and the period known as the "reptile scares" 
were eventually mitigated by the mid-1990s. 


One of the most recent periods involving a Foundation- 
wide lowering in containment safety involved the 
infamous "two-naught-seven strikes" throughout 
2015, in which eighteen sites were attacked by the 
autonomously fast, possessive and senselessly lethal 
entity known as subject two-naught-seven, presumed to 
have been created by the Chaos Insurgency (Cl) in 2011 
as an uncontained and un-coordinated biological weapon 
against the Foundation. The strikes were most effective 
because they were governed by a complete lack of 
knowledge regarding a spontaneous attack, the loss of 
vital security MTF teams, and multiple encounters with 
civilian populations - attempting to expose Foundation 
secrecy. Subject two-naught-seven was last observed on 
the 8th September 2017 in a disused metro station, after 
assaulting 5 separate MTF divisions and subsequently 
disappearing under an approaching train. 


04 COMMAND SYSTEMS 


Originally, lockdowns were ordered manually by the O5 


council, as a response to a distress call triggered from a 
select facility. Following the scale of the Foundation 
expansion, registration and commission of any lockdown 
is now controlled by electronic systems, known as the 
O4.