Firing weapon. 28% 
Stroking SCP-1830-A's head and 32% 
whispering into his ear. 


Several activities involve SCP-1830-B utilizing weapons ina 
direction not facing SCP-1830-A. This is physically harmless, due to 
the entities' non-corporeal nature, and it does not produce sound. 
No mental effects except for surprise are found after SCP-1830-B or 
its weaponry passes through human subjects. During subsequent 
tests, blindfolded subjects showed no awareness of such contact 
until being notified afterward. 


SCP-1830 was brought to the Foundation's attention when Agent 

, an undercover agent embedded in the Hong Kong Police Force 
(HKPF), noticed reports of anomalous sightings at the crime scene 
and SCP-1830-A's emergency ward in witness’ testimony. Under 
pretext of patient transferal, SCP-1830-A was transported from the 
local hospital to Sector-07. SCP-1830-A's limited social circle 
smoothed disinformation efforts considerably. The four suspects, 
arrested by local police on-scene, were released after administration 
of Class A amnestics. 


Excerpt of interview with Ng, SCP-1830-A's mother 
I: Do you know much about your son's school life? 


N: |... don't. It’s hard enough to deal with daily living, you 
know. Sometime — many times — he came home with a 
few bruises, or some buttons missed, or some ball-pen 
strokes on his uniform. He never talked about it. We 
never talk anyway. He just dropped his head, dodged my 
gaze and walked to his room like | was not here. | used 
to call him out for that, sometimes a beating or denied 
him dinner, but as he grew older | just couldn’t be 
bothered. 


I: What did he do in his room? 


N: Who knows? Slaving on his computer like every 
Post-90s° | guess? | heard chatter from his room. 
Perhaps he did chat with friends online, afterall. 


I: Do you know those friends? (Note: subsequent 
inspection found no peripheral capable of vocal chat on 
SCP-1830-A’s custom-built desktop. Ms. Ng shows 
limited knowledge of computer technology.) 


N: Well, honestly | don’t know much about his circle. But 
sometime he talks pretty loud, so | did hear something. 
One of them is called Ling-kuo. Sometime | heard him 
spill his guts with all those self-worthless talks and... You 
know, it's really rare to hear him talk that much to other 
people. They must be close friends. After a while | heard 
another name. That’s a foreigner name, can’t remember 
it. 


I: Did he talk differently with that other friend? 


N: Very different. He never spoke angrily before, but with 
him he did. | overheard him growling, uttering words like 
‘butcher them’, ‘burn alive’, ‘die die die’. Sometimes he 
muttered something like that’s how you use a gun, anda 
bunch of other probably military terms - he likes that stuff 


you know, his room’s lined with books about jets and 
guns. 


I: Do you know this person? (Interviewer produces a 
photograph of SCP-1830-B "Ling-kuo") 


N: What the - Where did you get it? Is that what he 
keeps with himself everyday? 


I: That’s Ling-kuo. 
N: You're kidding. That’s his dad. 
+ Show excerpt of interview with eyewitness: 


I: Please describe what you saw. 


E: Okay...| was taking a smoking break from 
my tea-restaurant. It was 5 pm | think, when | 
heard shouts from that soccer yard behind the 
school. There're five of them, all in school 
uniforms. Four of them were pushing this little 
boy into the yard. He was stumbling back, then 
someone punched him hard and he fell. That's 
how | saw his face. Someone squatted down 
and fingered his cheeks, then this bully with 
buckteeth took his eyeglasses. He tried to take 
them back, but they just pressed him on the 
ground. 


I: Go on. 


E: One of them grabbed a blade then sawed 
on his belt. It must have been pretty rough 
because that boy was jerking and moaning. He 
didn't even cry for help, just turned his head 
away and let the tears fall. They threw away 
his pants and underwear [IRRELEVANT 
REDACTED] scolding, and poking, with that 
knife. That boy, his face... it was like - 


I: (Interrupting) On the phone you have 
mentioned an "unnatural" occurrence. Can you 
describe that? 


E: Yeah | am getting to that. There was this ... 
smoke ... appeared out of thin air somewhere 
behind them. It moved closer to the group, and 
its shape became more defined. Then | found 
myself looking at a big soldier. 


I: Can you describe him? 


E: He's a blond westerner, wearing this grey 
uniform and carrying a long gun. He unslung 
and trained it on the bullies. That boy was 
staring at him... he stopped resisting even 
when those bullies kept wrecking him. They 
weren't facing there. They didn't even know 
what was coming, and he fired. 


I: What happened? 


E: Nothing. Nothing at all. | saw the flash but it 
was completely silent. Yes, | was covering my 
ears but | should have still heard the bang. 
Someone should have been shot, right? But 
no, those guys were still jerking the boy as if 
nothing had happened. That soldier cocked his 
gun, and shot again, and again, but it just 
didn't work. Maybe he's frustrated or 
something, he pulled out this bayonet and 
attached it on the rifle. The next thing | saw, he 
was Charging at them. His mouth was wide- 
open but | didn't even hear anything. 


He thrusted it into the buckteeth's back. | saw 
that bayonet stick out from his chest, but 
guess what? That sick-fuck just kept carving 
pictures on the boy's flesh as if nothing 
happened. That soldier stabbed for several 
more times in vain, then he ... faded into thin 


air. 
I: What about the boy? 
E: He finally cried. 
+ Show drawing found in mathematics notebook: 


Footnotes 

1. Equivalent to Grade 12 in North American education system 

2. Hong Kong Certificate of Education Examination 

3. Both names were found in SCP-1830-A's personal effects. No last 
names were found. 

4. Cross-references between this name and facial appearance with 
personnel archives of the Imperial German Army have yet to 
produce result. 

5. A term used in Hong Kong slang, equivalent to “Generation Y” in 
the West 


« SCP-1829 | SCP-1830 | SCP-1831 » 


SCP-1831: The Tower and The Hermit 


Item #: SCP-1831 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: 10 armed guards are to patrol 
the Eiffel Tower in the event of civilian interference. Civilians who 
attempt to interact with SCP-1831 without authorized permission are 
to be administered Class A Amnestics. 


Foundation Web-Crawler 72BYL29 ("Fine Wine") flags all confirmed 
pictures on the internet of the Eiffel Tower. These images are then 
sent to AlC.Sandra. All pictures containing SCP-1831 will be edited 
accordingly, and then will replace the original image on the internet 
using Administrator Override String 718. Due to SCP-1831's 
seemingly physically non-anomalous appearance, extensive 
information containment is unnecessary. 


SCP-1831 itself does not require physical containment due to its 
anomalous effect. SCP-1831 is to be given 3 meals per day, as per 
Nutritional Document 281-A. SCP-1831 is encouraged to 
continuously exercise in any way it can. SCP-1831 is allowed to 
request items to bring into the Eiffel Tower as a reward for good 
behavior. All items given to SCP-1831 must be approved by the On- 
Site Containment Specialist. 


A small medical team has been stationed near the Eiffel Tower in 
the event of a medical emergency with SCP-1831. Security cameras 
have been established within multiple areas along the Eiffel Tower in 
order to monitor SCP-1831. More information can be found within 
Document Merveille Du Monde. 


Description: SCP-1831 is a human male of French nationality, 
approximately 58 years of age at the time of writing. SCP-1831 
speaks fluent French, and very basic English. SCP-1831 was 
discovered in 1979 after the municipal police were called regarding 


a man eating food while on the Eiffel Tower. The police attempted to 
remove SCP-1831 away from the tower, but couldn't get it past an 
"invisible barrier." The Foundation was alerted to this, set up 
containment protocols, and amnesticized all witnesses of the event. 


SCP-1831 cannot leave the Eiffel Tower. More specifically, a 100 
meter wide area surrounds the tower that SCP-1831 cannot 
penetrate. However, all other forms of life can enter and exit the 
barrier. All attempts at destroying this barrier have been met with 
failure. When asked what the barrier feels like, SCP-1831 described 
it as feeling very smooth and flat, comparing it to plastic. 


SCP-1831 is capable of navigating the Eiffel Tower by climbing the 
iron beams that line the tower. SCP-1831 claims that originally it 
was capable of jumping in between each iron beam, but due to old 
age, it is no longer able to do this. SCP-1831 states that it does not 
wish to use the Tower's stairs, but will do so when injured and/or 
sick. Additionally, SCP-1831 has set up various household items on 
different "levels" on the Eiffel Tower, balancing them on the iron 
beams. As of writing, SCP-1831 owns the following items: 


* 1 CRT television. 


* 1 charcoal grill, as well as 30 bags of charcoal and 2 bottles of 
lighter fluid. 


* 1 old stove, equipped with 5 tanks of propane. The oven does 
not appear to function. 


¢ 1 porcelain toilet, connected to a pipe that runs into the 
ground, and has access to plumbing. 


* 3 steel buckets. 

¢ 1 washboard. 

* 20 different shirts. 

* 10 different pairs of pants. 


« A large steel container. Presumably the place SCP-1831 uses 
to bathe. 


¢ 1 mattress. 
¢ 20 different books. 
* and 427 full water bottles. 


SCP-1831 is generally cooperative with Foundation staff. Most of 
the time, SCP-1831 enjoys talking to other people, and has agreed 
to interview with Foundation staff. 


SCP-1831 Interview Log-A 


Interviewed: SCP-1831 
Interviewer: Dr. Jamison 


Note: The following interview is in French, and 
has been translated to English. 


[BEGIN LOG] 
Dr. Jamison: Greetings, SCP-1831. 


SCP-1831: Hello! Do you want me to come 
down to you, or is where I'm at okay? 


Dr. Jamison: Right there is fine. So, I'm here 
to ask you a few questions, if that's okay with 
you? 


SCP-1831: I'm okay with that. 


Dr. Jamison: Good. So, do you know how you 
got stuck within the Eiffel Tower? 


SCP-1831: | think so, yes. It was around 40 
years ago, | was... 20, | think. | wanted to be a 
street performer, and | decided to be a mime, 
since | was the best at that, right? Well, | hada 
good crowd one day, like 30 people, if I'm 
remembering correctly. It was underneath the 
Tower. 


(SCP-1831 climbs down a level to get closer 
with Dr. Jamison.) 


SCP-1831: | was getting a lot of money in my 
hat, like 200 francs | believe. A really good 
haul. Now, one of my final acts was pretending 
that there was a barrier surrounding the entire 
Tower. So | would run around, running my 
hands against this "barrier" without letting up. 
It would've been very hard, but | trained a long 
time for it. 


(SCP-1831 grabs a nearby water bottle and 
takes a quick drink. They extend their arm 
towards Dr. Jamison.) 


SCP-1831: You want some? 


Dr. Jamison: No thanks, I'm good. Please, do 
continue. 


SCP-1831: Well, | was running along ina 
straight line, my hands in the air, pretending | 
was tracing this very big wall, with the crowd 
following me. They were loving it. Until, as | 
was running, | started to feel something. As if, 
ever so slowly, an invisible wall started to 
appear in front of me. | couldn't get out. The 
crowd still stuck around for a good 30 minutes 
| think, still thinking | was doing the act, and 
putting even more money in my hat. 


(SCP-1831 takes another drink of water.) 


SCP-1831: What | find funny was that the hat 
was on the other side of the wall. Like, | tried 
my very best, yet | couldn't get the hat. 
Eventually, the crowd started to wonder off 
after they got bored, and the hat flew away 
from me after a pretty big gust of wind hit it 
later that day. | decided to hide after that, so 


that people wouldn't see me, some person ina 
mime costume, just hanging around the Eiffel 
Tower all the time, if you understand. 


Dr. Jamison: | do. 


SCP-1831: So yeah. That's how | think | got 
trapped, in my opinion. You probably don't 
believe me though, it's basically a fairy tale at 
this point. 


Dr. Jamison: Oh no, | believe you. I'm sorry 
that you have to be stuck within the Tower like 
this. 


SCP-1831: Don't apologize. | love living here. 
It's very fun jumping from one part of the tower 
to another. That, and it's really great exercise. 


Dr. Jamison: Good to hear. | have another 
question to ask you real quick. How did you 
obtain all of the food and appliances before we 
stepped in? 


SCP-1831: Oh, that? Over time, | became 
pretty famous in the Paris area. | was known 
as "The Hermit." People would set out random 
objects out for me, like people set out cookies 
for Father Christmas. Also, if people gave me 
some food, I'd allow them to take a picture with 
me. It worked out really well! 


Dr. Jamison: Interesting. And this was before 
the police attempted to imprison you, yes? 


SCP-1831: That is true. 


Dr. Jamison: Alright. Well, that's all the time | 
have today. Bye, SCP-1831. 


SCP-1831: Have a good one! 


[END LOG] 


SCP-1831 Interview Log-B 


Interviewed: SCP-1831 
Interviewer: Dr. Jamison 


Note: The following interview is in French, and 
has been translated to English. 


[BEGIN LOG] 
Dr. Jamison: Hello, SCP-1831. 


SCP-1831: Hello again! Don't mind me, I'm 
just cooking some trout. 


(SCP-1831 climbs down to be eye level with 
Dr. Jamison.) 


SCP-1831: What do you need? 


Dr. Jamison: I'm here to ask more questions, 
if that's okay with you. 


SCP-1831: Yup. That's alright with me. 


Dr. Jamison: Good. First question, what was 
life like before you got trapped in the Tower? 


SCP-1831: Nothing special, really. | lived ina 
rather successful and wealthy family, so | lived 
in a really good house. The Manor, it was 
called. Anyway, my family comes from a long 
line of jewelers. They were pretty disappointed 
when | said | wanted to be a street performer, 
but | was an adult, and | have 3 other brothers 
to continue the business, so they didn't really 
care. When | was 18 or so, | met this lady ata 


Café. Her name was Floria. 

Dr. Jamison: Tell me more about Floria. 
SCP-1831: Well... she's a backstabbing bitch. 
Dr. Jamison: Oh, really? 

SCP-1831: Yes. 

Dr. Jamison: What did she do? 


SCP-1831: It's a long story, are you alright 
with that? 


Dr. Jamison: | have no problem with that. 


SCP-1831: Okay. One afternoon | was going 
to get a coffee at this Café. To help me get 
through the day, you know? She was on the 
other side of the Café, drinking her coffee, and 
looking at a notebook. When suddenly, she 
glimpsed at me, then smiled. She proceeded 
to come up to where | was sitting, and talk to 
me for a while. We had a decent conversation, 
she told me she was a jeweler, and heard 
about my family business. She asked me what 
| really liked, and | told her that | always loved 
the Eiffel Tower. Hehe. Man | really shouldn't 
have told her that. 


Dr. Jamison: What did she talk about? 


SCP-1831: She said that she heard about my 
family business, like | just said, and that she 
was really interested in what we did. She 
reached into her pack, and pulled out a small 
necklace, which was made at one of my 
family's factories. She wanted to come meet 
my family, ask them about their business 
directly. | was very skeptical, so | denied. Still, 
she said she needed to get to her house, and 


it was starting to rain and she didn't want to 
walk home in the rain, so | drove her over to 
her house, and waved goodbye. 


(SCP-1831 clears its throat)