Room #8 sported various entities not unlike 
those encountered in test 3571-27, although 
the entities sport more physical deformities 
and biological modification. Species has yet to 
be identified. The room also held a large pit, 
roughly 6 meters in diameter. A large cluster of 
worms, assumed to be instances of 
SCP-3571, dwelt in the pit. The entities in the 
room were not immediately hostile, and were 
focused on the pit. Subject began to observe 
the pit. Subject observed the pit for 3 minutes 
before being spontaneously attacked by the 
entities, which pushed her into the pit. The 
video feed cuts off at this point. 


Analysis: This test displayed that SCP-3571 
was far more capable at manipulating both 
biological and mechanical matter than 
previously believed. Site Command ordered 
demolition of all current testing structures built 
for study of SCP-3571 (Testing Structures A- 
E). Testing is halted indefinitely. 


Addendum 3571-19: Thorough investigation on the origins of 
SCP-3571 has begun conduction after a second spike of incidents in 
, |X, where the first incidents were reported. houses adjacent 
to one-another had all been affected by SCP-3571 infection. The 
investigation was headed by Dr.H C7 ,Dr.G N ~ ,and 


Dr.K F _ . Several undercover field agents were selected to 
examine local records and interview affected civilians, as well as 
demolish the buildings and issue false-memories and stories of a fire 
ravaging the affected houses. The investigation carried on for 
weeks before field agents discovered evidence pointing to a local 
private organization that was deemed likely to possess SCP-3571 
instances. The aforementioned organization held public displays of 
classified information pertaining to SCP-3571, which had sparked 
public controversy in the local community. These claims were 
quickly rebuked and discredited by the organizers of the 
investigation, under the story of the information being an elaborate 
hoax by the organization done for financial gain. The involved field 
agents frisked the organization's headquarters and discovered 
SCP-3571 instances, as well as classified information on SCP- _, 
SCP- ,andSCP-_ . Several members of the organization were 
detained and interrogated. 


The interrogated operatives claimed to not possess any knowledge 
on the origins of SCP-3571. One had informed the Foundation that a 
large population existed in a cavern near the neighboring town of 

. The same operative had admitted that the private organization 
had made repeated attempts to investigate unusual phenomena in 
several locations across the USA, and that they had wished to share 
the findings to expose what they had suspected was a "larger 
conspiracy". The involved operatives were issued Class-A amnesics 
while a separate investigation was launched to uncover more about 
the organization. The heads of the investigation on SCP-3571 had 
proceeded to launch an investigation of the cavern mentioned by the 
operative. For details on the exploration of the cavern, see 
Addendum 3571-22. 


Addendum 3571-22: 
+ Expedition Log 3571-26 


Foreword: Following the discovery of the cavern in the 
district of , 1X, subdivision Z9-17 of MTF Zeta-9 
("Mole Rats") consisting of 8 operatives and 3 central 
operatives was sent to investigate. Radio contact 
between the operatives andDr.H C at Site-66 
was established. 


Dr. C : Have we established contact? 


CO-Z9-17-1: We canhearyou,C  . We're 
more worried about what the connection will 
be like inside. 


Dr.C =: The connection might dampen, but 
it should remain mostly stable and clear if all 
goes well. Is Z9-17 ready to proceed? 


CO-Z9-17-1: Yes. All supplies have been 
accounted for, all members are physically and 
mentally prepared... we should be ready by 
now. 


Dr.C —_: Very well. Proceed. 


(Z9-17 walks down the trail leading to the 
cavern. The opening to the cavern is found 
after 9 minutes.) 


CO-Z9-17-1: We're here. 


Dr.C —_: Is there anything notable about the 
exterior? 


CO-Z9-17-3: They've got a wooden sign, it 
looks like. It's all in gibberish, letters are 
painted over other letters, the color of the paint 
is inconsistent... it's a mess. There doesn't 
seem to be a door, so hopefully we'll all be 
able to enter. 


Dr.C —: Noted. Thank you, Tapeworm. 


(Z9-17 proceeds into the cavern. Audible 
crashing is heard over the radio.) 


CO-Z9-17-2: Oh, shit! 


Dr.C =: What happened? Are you alright? 


CO-Z9-17-1: We're fine. We all made it in, but 
the part of the cave's ceiling collapsed, over 
the entrance. Perhaps it functions somewhat 
like the other areas affected by 3571, but we 
all were able to enter. That doesn't usually 
happen, does it? 


Dr.C —_: No. Usually only one can enter. Do 
you see anything of note? 


CO-Z9-17-1: Hold on, we're booting up the 
night-vision goggles. 


(12 seconds pass.) 


CO-Z9-17-1: They're on. There's papers taped 
all over the walls of the cavern. 


Dr. C : Rules? 


CO-Z9-17-1: | guess so. They're in gibberish 
just like the sign. 


Dr.C —_: Anything else? 
CO-Z9-17-1: No. 
Dr.C —_: Proceed. 


(Z9-17 continues for 4 minutes before 
stopping.) 


CO-Z9-17-3: We've got a problem, C 

There's a giant gap, must be at least a football 
field's length. | can see that there is more to 
the cavern beyond the gap, but | have no clue- 


(Audible squirming is heard over the radio. 
Various operatives react with disgust and 
panic.) 


CO-Z9-17-2: There's worms everywhere! 


There's just *inaudible* damn, what are they 
*inaudible* 


Dr. C : Calm down, Hookworm! What are 
the worms doing? 


(The squirming becomes gradually dies down 
after 47 seconds. CO-Z9-17-2 is heard 
breathing heavily.) 


CO-Z9-17-1: We're fine, C |. Some of us are 
just a little bit shook. The worms formed a wide 
cord across the gap, like a bridge. | think we 
can cross it, but | don't know how stable it's 
going to be. We're going to send O-Z9-17-7 to 
see if it's stable. 


(2 minutes pass.) 


CO-Z9-17-1: He made it. We're moving 
across. 


(An additional 2 minutes passes.) 


CO-Z9-17-1: That wasn't so bad, was it 
Hookworm? 


CO-Z9-17-2: Speak for yourself, fucker. 
CO-Z9-17-1:C — , why did you assign the 
guy who's scared of worms to be one of the 
central operatives in this expedition? 


Dr. C : We were not informed, Flatworm. 
Remain on task. We don't need this kind of 
drama during this kind of mission. 


CO-Z9-17-1: Sorry. | was just wondering. 


CO-Z9-17-3: We found another open room, 
doc. 


CO-Z9-17-2: It's a fucking mess in here. 
Dr.C — : Describe the room, please. 


CO-Z9-17-2 There's a lot of clutter. Mostly 
scrap metal, cardboard, stone... it looks like it 
might have been part of one of the obstacle 
courses, but I'm not sure. 


CO-Z9-17-1: That would make sense. The 
sign was painted over possibly hundreds of 
times and the cave wall near the entrance had 
hundreds of rule papers. So what if this course 
was destroyed and rebuilt by 3571 over and 
over? 


CO-Z9-17-3: Could be, although that would go 
against previously observed behavior in 
SCP-3571, wouldn't it? 


Dr.C —_: We'll try to determine that later. For 
now, we're trying to determine where 
SCP-3571 came from. Proceed. 


CO-Z9-17-2: How are we supposed to? 
There's so much shit in the way. We're stuck. 


CO-Z9-17-1: | think we can climb over. It might 
take some time, but if we go over that pile, we 
might be able to get past this mess. 


CO-Z9-17-3: It's worth a shot. 


(Z9-17 proceeds over the pile. A choking 
sound is heard in the distance.) 


CO-Z9-17-2: What is that? 
CO-Z9-17-1: It's not any of us. 


(The choking becomes closer and more 
audible.) 


CO-Z9-17-3: It's coming up behind us. Move. 
CO-Z9-17-2: What the fuck are those things? 


Dr. C : Remain calm and describe the 
entities. 


(The choking becomes more audible.) 
CO-Z9-17-3: They're moving too fast! 
Dr.C —: Respond, 29-17! 
CO-Z9-17-1: Open fire! 


(Gunshots, loud screams, and several other 
noises are heard for about 7 minutes. During 
this time, Dr. C repeatedly attempts to get 
a response from any of the central operatives 
of 29-17, to no avail.) 


(Gunfire continues. Several snapping and 
tearing noises are heard.) 


CO-Z9-17-1: Retreat! 


(Gunfire dies down, and clattering is heard 
over the radio.) 


Dr.C  :Come in, Z9-17! ls anybody there? 


CO-Z9-17-2: I'm here. We split up, a few of us 
made it over the pile. At least four operatives 
are down, but | think Flatworm and Tapeworm 
are alright. 


Dr.C —_: I'm unable to establish radio contact 
with them. Where are you now, Hookworm? 


CO-Z9-17-2: I'm down another path. There's 
nobody around, and | don't hear the others. 
Thank fucking god | got away from those 


things. 


Dr.C —: What are "those things"? Could you 
describe the entities for me? 


CO-Z9-17-2: They looked like people. Dead 
people. There were worms popping in and out 
of holes burrowed in their flesh, half of them 
didn't have any skin, and a few were just 
completely fucked up beyond all recognition. 
They had too many eyes, or they had several 
extra pairs of long arms, at least one looked 
like a big worm made out of somebody's 
body... bullets didn't kill them, probably 
because the worms didn't die. 


Dr. C : Hold on, Hookworm. I've 
reestablished connection with Tapeworm. 
Come in, Tapeworm. 


CO-Z9-17-3: I'm here, C 
Dr.C : Where are you now? 


CO-Z9-17-3: I'm at a dead end. Flatworm's 
down, and the rest of the operatives scattered. 
I'm going to have to backtrack. 


Dr.C —_: Is Flatworm injured, or dead? 


CO-Z9-17-3: Dead. Worms are already inside 
of him. I'm not going to stick around and see 
what's going to happen to him. 


Dr.C — : Hookworm, see if you can reach 
Tapeworm. You two should probably find a 
way to find each other. 


CO-Z9-17-2: | can hear Tapeworm. 
Tapeworm, | went down the central path after 
the heap. If you can find your way back, I'll be 
waiting for you. 


SCP-463: A Spoon That Bends People 


Item #: SCP-463 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-463 is to be maintained in 
the small glass display case within its containment cell at Site- . If 
SCP-463 must be transported from its current location, it should be 
transported in its display case, or some other container. At no time 
should any Foundation researchers come into direct physical 
contact with SCP-463. Following the incident of / / , personnel are 
strongly discouraged from bringing food of any sort into SCP-463's 
cell. 


Description: SCP-463 is a small silver spoon, approximately 

17.5 cm in length, with a mass of approximately 153 g. Unless 
handled by a human, SCP-463 displays no abnormal behavior. 
Neutron imaging, MRI, and the [REDACTED] imaging system have 
revealed no detail to the inner structure. All analysis of SCP-463 is 
consequently limited to its directly observable effects. 


Any individuals who pick up SCP-463 have their spines bent 
backwards at a 90° angle, just below the T6 Thoracic vertebra. This 
bending typically proves fatal, although some test subjects have 
survived with full lower-body paralysis. Its effect on humans is 
displayed regardless of whether or not the subject is wearing gloves, 
oven mitts, or any other such barrier; the only apparent requirement 
for SCP-463 to be able to 'bend' its holder is that the subject have a 
firm grip. Subjects who have held SCP-463 very weakly (i.e. with 
just the tips of the fingers) have been unaffected. 


Testing has demonstrated that SCP-463 displays no unusual effects 
when in contact with autonomous machines, remotely controlled 
machines, animals, or corpses. 


Addendum: It is the opinion of Dr. — that SCP-463 does not 


CO-Z9-17-3: Alright. | think that I'll be able to 
catch up with you. 


CO-Z9-17-2: I'll wait for you to find the path 
before | go further down. 


(Silence over the radios for about 4 minutes.) 


CO-Z9-17-3: My arm is hurting. I'm going to 
stop to look at it. 


CO-Z9-17-2: Do that later, | don't have all day! 
Another one of those damn things could be 
around any corner! 


CO-Z9-17-3: Then go down the path yourself. 


CO-Z9-17-2: Fine. | just hope that we'll be able 
to get the fuck out of here. 


(Silence for 2 minutes.) 


CO-Z9-17-2: There's another opening up 
ahead. 


Dr. C : Proceed. 
CO-Z9-17-2: Doc, | don't think I- 


CO-Z9-17-3: (breathing heavily) There's 
worms in my arm. 


CO-Z9-17-2: What? 


CO-Z9-17-3: There's just so many, they must 
have gotten in through the open wound, oh 
god, what do | do? 


CO-Z9-17-2: How? How would they have 
gotten in? You had your suit on, right? 


Dr.C —_: Tapeworm, do you have any 


equipment to remove them? 


CO-Z9-17-3: | could amputate the arm, but | 
don't know if they're already in the rest of my 
body, | don't know what to do, | just don't 
know... 


Dr.C  : Remain calm, Tapeworm. Try to 
amputate it. It won't change anything if they're 
already in the rest of the body, but if they're 
only in the arm, it could stop the spread. 


CO-Z9-17-2: He's right, it's worth a shot. What 
other option is there? 


(Several minutes of silence.) 

Dr.C —: Tapeworm, are you there? 
(No response.) 

Dr.C =: Hookworm? 

CO-Z9-17-2: I'm here. 


Dr.C —_: Tapeworm isn't responding. Are you 
still outside of the opening? 


CO-Z9-17-2: Yeah. Proceed? 
Dr. C : Proceed. 


CO-Z9-17-2: There's something big in here. 
It's big and it's moving. 


Dr.C —_: Are you able to identify it? 


CO-Z9-17-2: Is that a heart? It looks like like a 
huge heart, it's made of worms. It's beating. 
Every time it beats, more and more smaller 
worms come out. | can see holes in the walls, 
and there's huge pink things holding up the 


cave by the looks of it. 


(1 minute of silence. CO-Z9-17-2 screams 
loudly.) 


Dr. C : What is it? 


CO-Z9-17-2: Worms are filling the room! 
They're piling on higher, they're up to my 
waist! 


Dr.C —_: Are you able to leave? 


CO-Z9-17-2: They're too high up. They're 
pushing me towards the damn thing. It's no 
use. I'm finished. 


(Radio feed to CO-Z9-17-2 cuts off. 15 
minutes pass.) 


Dr.C — : (Away from the receiver) Nobody's 
responding. Hookworm's radio died and 
Tapeworm won't come in. Close the feed. 


CO-Z9-17-3: Isn't it wonderful? 


Dr.C =: Tapeworm? Why haven't you been 
responding? 


CO-Z9-17-3: Shh. Quiet, he's building the 
world for you,C __ . Listen. Listen. 


Dr.C — : You're not making any sense. Are 
you injured? 


CO-Z9-17-3: He does it for you. All of you. It's 
great, it's wonderful, the things here that do so 
much for us. He holds up the things we walk, 
and yet you all still reject it with your decadent 
bodies. He does what he must, and he must 
bring us back. 


(Radio feed cuts off.) 
Dr. C : Hello, hello? Come in, Tapeworm! 
(No response.) 


Dr. C : Close the feed. 


SCP-3573: The Rubedo Reserve Oinopoeic 
Sublimator 


Item #: SCP-3573 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-3573 are 
stored in standard object storage lockers in the containment wing of 
Site-77. Personnel handling instances of SCP-3573 should wear 
protective gloves; personnel with open wounds or a history of 
nosebleeds are not to handle SCP-3573 instances. 


Description: SCP-3573 is the designation for a number of 
anomalous glass wine bottles!. Each instance of SCP-3573 is 
composed of dark red glass, and has a paper label affixed to it by 
means of an unidentified adhesive. These labels feature a 
reproduction of an image from a 16th-century alchemical text, 
Splendor Solis; the image shows a red sun with a human face, rising 
above a distant city. The word "rubedo"2 is written above the sun, 
presumably identifying the name of the wine, and text near the 
bottom of the label indicates that it was produced in a location or 
region named "Alagadda"s. Verification of SCP-3573's origin is 
pending.