| do have a plan, which won't work for more than a 
couple minutes. A little petty, yeah, but two can play at 
this game. Maybe it'll finally learn to leave us alone, find 
someone else to pick on. 


Addendum: On 7/19/2000, Fred Bowe was determined to be the 
final subject carrying Genetic Marker Bowe-1A. During the SCP-935 
manifestation event, Bowe won against SCP-935 in a game of War. 
Notably, following this event, all figures depicted on SCP-935's 
cards were altered to resemble subjects who had disappeared after 
being affected by SCP-935. In addition, the text found on SCP-935 
was altered. Fred Bowe was not affected following the conclusion of 
the game. 


THANK YOU for ending the game and 
CONGRATULATIONS on peace. We are all very happy 
and proud of you Fred. Mommy and Daddy and all the 
brothers sisters clap for your victory. You were able to 
win without even needing to be fraudulent or to bend all 
of the rules in winning. We are happy for you to be free 
and all times are over. Your reward is not to be 
rewarded. 


This is a happy end. 


SCP-935 has retained its regenerative properties, and as such 
containment procedures for a Safe reclassification are ongoing. 


Footnotes 
1. For more information regarding General Bowe, seePersonnel 
Dossier 


To: RAISA Staff [raisa]; Technical Staff [techstaff] 
Subject: SCRAMBLE ORDER — Site-01 
Importance: High 

Sent: 20 /01/28 16:56 


Staff, 


Due to the extended SCUTTLE outage, | am declaring a 
SCRAMBLE order to Site-01. Transport liaisons have 
been informed and will make arrangements for your 
flight. If you've never been, don't worry when you see it. 
The site's much bigger than it looks and you will have 
sufficient space to set up shop for a couple of weeks. We 
will be working on the SCUTTLE issue around the clock 
from now until February 12th at 2300. If no solution has 
been found, we will evacuate the site and all personnel. 
Please read the attachments, which include the ticket 
history of the incident, an FSET log for the SCUTTLE 
server, and some documentation on the ScuttleOS 
architecture. The system is totally dead right now so 
there are no silly ideas. We will have teams trying to 
salvage the old system, a team working on preparing all 
Foundation data for relocation, and a team trying to build 
up something that can send heartbeats to all offline sites. 
Unfortunately for the latter, SCUTTLE was designed 
before some of you were even born and it's not as simple 
as it should be. 


If you have questions please contact your supervisor 
and/or your transport liaison. 


We may have made this mess, but let's do what we can 
to save the Foundation. 


Maria Jones 
Director, RAISA 


Email to all staff from Maria Jones 


From: Maria Jones [mjones06] 
To: SCP Foundation Staff [allusers] 


Subject: SCUTTLE Emergency 
Importance: High 
Sent: 20 /01/29 11:11 


Good morning (or evening, wherever you are), 


My name is Maria Jones and I'm head of the 
Recordkeeping And Information Security Administration. 
Some of you are familiar with RAISA, but I'd wager most 
of you are not. We are a combination of IT, 
Programmers, Security Auditors and Engineers that keep 
the Foundation's network secure and intact. We have 
been dealing with an issue over the last two weeks that 
affects all currently-staffed Foundation sites. 


As most of you know, Site-01 is a green zone, we house 
no anomalies and instead focus on research, data 
collection, and administration. We also house a machine 
called SCUTTLE that is our last resort in the event of an 
incursion by either hostile forces or an unforeseen 
anomaly. SCUTTLE is what's known as a "dead man's 
switch," whereby if your Site doesn't hear from 
SCUTTLE (and thus Site-01) for a long period of time, 
that Site's on-site nuclear warhead is detonated, which is 
provisioned to be powerful enough to vaporize your 
particular site. 


You might know where I'm going with this. SCUTTLE is 
broken. 


| want to be clear that you're not in imminent danger of 
being vaporized; we know exactly when to move you to 
safety if we cannot resolve the current issue. As such, 
please continue with your job as usual until February 
10th at 2300 UTC. If you have not received an email 
from me between now and then, you will receive one 
automatically indicating the plan of evacuation for your 
particular site. These plans will be very similar to 
evacuation drills you've already done numerous times. 


Foundation administration is actively working ona 


suppression campaign to protect our secrecy should the 
worst occur, but in all honesty there aren't very many 
credible cover stories for fifteen nukes detonating 
simultaneously around the world. That team is accepting 
emails with suggestions at [misinfo]. 


The Foundation will survive, because it must. We all 
appreciate your cooperation during this situation. 


Maria Jones 
Director, Recordkeeping And Information Security 
Administration 


Seasick Sharks 


When they sent me to the ocean, | knew | would never see my 
family and friends again. | had never seen the ocean before. Never 
been to the beach. | don't even like visiting the swimming pool. But 
that's okay. As long as I'm making the world a better place for the 
innocent and the pure to live in, I'll be fine. Even the strangers, that 
kind man who looked to me in pity as if he could know my sacrifice. 
That's what | told myself when | took the injections and the 
treatments. Even when Stacie saw me after the first session and she 
threw her engagement ring in my face. As long as Stacie can have a 
few more reasons to use that beautiful smile, | can bear that burden. 
| know I can. When | dove into that vast plane of salt water, | held no 
regrets. 


lt was with my determination | had lived as long as | had, in 
complete isolation. | made sure to avoid the ships and the boats. | 
grew to learn exactly where my targets liked to stay, where they 
liked to migrate and wander. | knew where to place my fist for the 
most optimal attack. It was perhaps the most fulfilling time of my life. 
Even if the world would never know -save for a rare few- that | 
existed, | knew | was doing good in the world. People don't have to 
fear swimming in the beaches because of me. People don't have to 
worry about fishing because of me. Did you know that some sharks 
have been found at least 4000 kilometers inland? Without someone 
like me to keep them from getting in freshwater, sharks would 
overrun our rivers and change the world as we know it! Because of 
my efforts, people can sleep safely at night. No matter the struggles, 
I'm sure as long as | keep them in mind, all of this will be worth it. 


People have caught me. How? What? I'm not anomalous! 


Get me out of here! | won't do any of your testing! | have sharks to 


punch! Don't you understand the importance of my efforts? Without 
me, sharks will overrun humanity! 


It's been months now I've been here. I've got a system going. | can 
still save these people. It doesn't matter what they think | am or who 
they are. They send me sharks. It won't be as effective as it once 
was, but that's okay. | can still help them; they just don't know I'm 
doing it for them. For humanity. Nothing matters but the greater 
good and the greater good shall be through my fists. It is not the 
most peaceful or the most kind way. But it's the only way to keep 
humanity safe. | still think of Stacie. | hope she's smiling, 
somewhere. She'll never know my struggles for her, for everyone. 
But that's okay. 


They've been slowing down. Can't they see the importance of my 
work? 


| see why they've kept me here now. They're here to keep me from 
helping people. They know what | do and how I'm helping humanity 
and they cannot be human. They're sharks. How did | not see this 
before?! They've tricked me all this time, slowing down my work, 
keeping me from my job. But it's okay now. They don't know what | 
know. I'm in the belly of the beast and they may think they have me 
cornered but they've given me more opportunity than ever before to 
help humans. | can bring down this system myself. It's the only way 
to keep humans safe from this society of sharks in secret. They want 
to bring us, humanity, down but | won't let them. | will fight for us all 
and | will never back down. | will stop their agenda the only way | 
know works by any means possible. 


I've had it so wrong for so long. How could | have been so blind? 
Stacie was right when she left. | thought | was protecting humanity. | 
was fighting for the right side. It never occurred to me that | too, 
loved those spots my targets liked. | never realized | had for so long 
wandered in the same places they did not because | knew to hunt 
them but because I... 


But I'm still a man inside. | know | am. I'll remove that monstrous 
part of myself. I'll suppress it. | know how to, I've done it so many 
times before. I've been training decades for this. I'm a goddamned 
professional and | know how to fix this. When | do I'll get out of here 
and do my job right this time. | can still fix myself. 


Why won't it work? | know it works why won't it work | know it works | 
know it must work it must | must keep trying | must keep trying it will 
work it has to work 


| had hoped at first it would go away. I'd remove it, as | had removed 
all other things. The monster | was would swim away from the man | 
am. | know what | am. | cannot escape. No matter how fast | swim | 
can't swim from myself and no matter how hard | punch it's not the 
monster it is me. Sometimes if | punch myself hard enough | can 
forget what happened and remember what | was to do and feel 
determined like | used to feel. If | punch hard enough | know I'll 
forget everything forever. 


Please don't remind me, | want to forget. 
Please don't remind me | beg you 
please don't make me remember 


please 


Seasons Pass 


It's been a long time since we had a season like the '56 season. 
That was the heyday. It seemed like we couldn't sell enough stuff, 
and everyone wore the biggest smile. We had the tourists and 
business folk funneled in from the new highway, and business could 
not have been better. Bertha always used to talk about all the kids 
she got to talk to. We had lowans, Nebraskans, and even some 
folks from California. | recall a couple of Canadians on the carousel. 
When we closed in November, the boss said that next season would 
be even better. 


But it wasn't. When we threw our doors open the next season, the 
crowds did not flow in. We had a crowd, sure, but not standing room 
only. We put on our best faces though, and we made sure everyone 
was entertained. | made sure that everyone had a fair time at the 
games. Even though it wasn't the hubbub we'd had last year, it was 
a good season. Boss knew we were disappointed, but he tried to 
keep our spirits up. "Next year," he said, "Will be the best for sure." 


It wasn't. We had nothing. Hardly anyone came by. The city council 
started to harass us about permits and taxes. Bossman said it would 
be taken care of, but when the constant stream of civil servants 
outnumbered the families, it was a bad time. At least we still had a 
few families then. Even if business only came in a trickle, they still 
visited. We weren't in the hundreds, but the dozens. When we 
closed up shop, Bossman said things would be better soon. Times 
were tough, but we were the Funland Family, and we would pull 
through. 


Things changed in the '59 season. The town seemed to have dried 
up overnight. The Dixie highway looked like nobody had paved it in 
months. There were all these people with weapons and equipment. | 
thought we were being shut down. But Bossman said to keep up 
"business as usual" so we could have that great season we needed. 
So the team kept up the happy faces. Bertha did her 2:00 shows, 


and Aron served up his gumbo pretzel sticks. The people would 
come in and poke stuff, but it never brought business, or the 
families. 


Sometimes they had kids in with them, sometimes with adults, but 
never real families. | can't even remember the last time | saw a real, 
smiling family here. It's become so sterile. Seasons have come and 
gone, but nobody cares and nothing seems to change. We don't see 
Bossman anymore. He left a letter on the floor and walked out a 
while ago. The people took the letter. 


It's darker now. The shows don't happen anymore. If you go in the 
arcade all we have is a cracked skee-ball table and an empty skill 
crane. Everything else is broken or gone. The others have changed. 
Everyone seems less happy and more bitter. If a kid came in today, 
they'd snap him. It's not that any one of them wants to do it. Nobody 
knows what is going to happen. If Bossman had given us a way 
home, maybe things would be different. We're here till he says 
otherwise. 


Sometimes... Sometimes | still remember the end of '56. | think we 
can be there again. The traffic is gonna flow again, and the lifeblood 
of tourism will flood into this creaky old house. It'll be next year. | can 
feel it. 


Second Quarto 


The Black Rabbit Company 

Wiz says, "We have dreams we want to achieve, 
"We have our plans and charters, jobs and locks 
"We have our symbols, robes and ships and seas 
"We're here to push the world outside the box." 

1 says, "Watch the wizard, he's going to try 

"To leave here, you can save him from himself." 
2 says, "Listen to me, I'll tell you why 

"We cannot be contained upon this shelf." 

3 says, "Please let us go, we've done no wrong. 
"Why suffer us this never-ending hell?" 

4 says, "Get on your knees and suck my schlong 
"Or leave me be. Just get out of my cell." 

When 5 comes, there is nothing to discuss. 
Leave her alone. "Happy birthday to us." 


Horseshoe Beach First Baptist Church (Relocated) 
One Dalet member stands along the sand 

Of Panacea's crashing, awesome waves 

He's waiting for the church again to land 

And send the screaming Baptists to their graves 
There's thirty-seven of them, chosen few 
Selected to live lives exempt from want 

Recite the hymns and scriptures from their pews 
And die within their mass baptismal font 

There's hardly bubbles when resurgence comes 
And Dalet waits for Holy Ghost and fire 

But all he hears is heartbeat loud as drums 
Within his chest, march for a liquid pyre 

All now that's left is murmurs in the seas 
Protestants whisp'ring "help us, save us, please" 


Where The Dragons Went 

They came to us with hope that we would view 
Them as they once appeared in all their glory 
Wanting us to help, and not to be skewed 

As drawings in a children's fairy story 

But all they were was paper, folded tight 

Into flimsy avatars of splendor 

They tried to warn us of the dying light 

That war was coming, and they couldn't render 
Themselves upon us, they needed our aid 

But all we saw was toys alighting on 

Our fingertips, their messages waylaid 

And then came fire, blood—then they were gone 
We've now lost how they had loved us before 
"Here were dragons" is how we've priced their lore. 


Mourning Cloak 

It's seen no empires fall, no cities burned 

Its memories are not so light or big 

No shipwrecked boats the sea has overchurned 
Or war-massed graves, and those who're forced to dig 
Its thoughts instead are small and intimate 
Heavy sorrows upon the brows of men 

Prayers they've pressed upon the filament 

A cry for sympathy time and again 

It's seen the hungry mouths, held wide 

The lonely tables meant for more than one 

A child in darkness, trying hard to hide 

All these it gives to you, suppressing none 

The thoughts destroy you, ravages of time 

It whispers, "Here now, let me show you mine." 


The "Stepford Marriage" Rings 

"Come here, my sweet, I've got something to ask. 

"It's something that you've longtime waited for. 

"| know I've thought you not up to the task