The guard moves towards the mirror and starts picking up the black 
curtain from the floor. Dr. Temke ignores the pleas of the scared 
reflection and walks out of the door, letting it slowly shut behind him. 


He can hear 919-05A screaming all the way down the hall. 


Test Logs 


Test Log A: preliminary testing of object capability 

T-841-A1: Seated D-class subject instructed to pick up SCP-841 
from table and lift the figure’s left leg. Upon being grasped by the 
subject, SCP-841 bent its legs into a seated position. Startled, the 
subject dropped SCP-841 on the table, the impact of which splayed 
out the figure’s arms and legs. Subject fell out of the testing chair as 
the fading effect of SCP-841 caused his arms and legs to jerk. 


T-841-A2: D-class subject given the same instructions as test 
T-841-A1. While raising and lowering the figure’s left leg, the 
subject’s own left leg mirrored the actions precisely. Subject 
described an uncomfortable pressure on his left knee and hip joints. 


T-841-A3: D-class subject instructed to lift SCP-841’s left arm above 
its head. The movement of the figure’s arm cause the subject to 
further raise his arm, which further raised the figure’s arm, et cetera. 
Subject’s arm was separated from his body at the shoulder due to 
extreme acceleration and overextension. Subject expired of blood 
loss and shock at T+3 minutes. 


T-841-A4: D-class subject instructed to throw SCP-841 to the floor. 
Subject suffered a shattered right kneecap and left elbow due to 
extreme hyperextension, an open compound vertebral fracture, two 
shattered ankles, and a partially severed right leg. Autopsy revealed 
that the leg had been rotated more than 360 degrees in the hip 
socket when the corresponding segment of the figure twisted as it 
fell. 


T-841-A5: D-class subject given a pair of scissors and instructed to 
sever twine loops connecting the head and torso of SCP-841. 
Subject suffered complete decapitation and a shattered C4 vertebra. 
SCP-841 repaired to full functionality with a fresh piece of cotton 
twine. 


History: SCP-841 was recovered during a raid on a Marshall, Carter 
and Dark auction house in . Accompanying provenance 
documentation indicates that the item (referred to as a "Reverse 
Mirror Voodoo Doll Stick Puppet") had been "hand-crafted" by 
[REDACTED] (referred to as a "high-value, frequent customer" and 


As he turns the corner, the screaming abruptly stops. 


Experiment Log 239-C 


Experiment 239-C will consist of SCP-239 being presented with a. 
crayons. Subject will be encouraged to write and/or draw inside 
hopefully used to assist with gauging anc 


Experiment 239-C successfully recovered on 9-21- . Further expe 
induced coma. Experiment 239-C may or may not be continued sh 
on hold as of 10-0 


Experiment Log 784-BETA 


Experiment Log — SCP-784-BETA 


Purpose: 


1. To discover the appropriate nerve endings that ScP-784 
must be connected to in order to function correctly. 

2. To replenish stock of SCP-784, in order to allow for further 
and more extensive testing. 

3. To reverse engineer SCP-784, or find practical applications for 
SCP-784. 


INTER SCP CONTAMINATION WARNING: 

In order to facilitate the tremendous need for skill and dexterity in 
these experiments, | will be utilising SCP-542, due to his 
considerable surgical abilities. However, he is to be watched 
thoroughly, and under no circumstances is he to obtain any samples 
of SCP-784 for himselt. 


REPEAT: Under no circumstances is SCP-542 to obtain any 
samples of SCP-784 for himself. Any attempts to do so will be met 
with extreme force, and SCP-542 will be promptly and permanently 
removed from both the experiment staff and testing area. 


Pre-Experiment Note: 

Should we achieve our first objective, SCP-784 will be utilised in the 
Olympia Project, in test subject Olympia Zero. If successful, this 
would effectively allow the second objective to be completed, and 
with that, further research and experimentation into the third 
objective. 


Experiment Process: 
The experiments shall proceed as follows: 


« Patient shall be prepared and subject to complete open skull 
surgery, leaving the entirety of the upper hemispheres of the 


brain available for use. 

Using SCP-542, as well as information gained from 
SCP-784's original incarnation as well as its subsequent 
escape attempt, traces of SCP-784 will be attached to nerve 
endings in the brain in order to establish cognitive control. 
Should the previous step prove successful, the subject will be 
put through a series of basic tests in order to showcase the 
control the subject has over SCP-784. 

Should the previous step prove unsuccessful, subject will be 
either terminated, or put through the implantation process 
again. Otherwise, the operation is to be ended, and the 
subject observed in quarantine for a predetermined length of 
time. 


Experiment Log: 


Subject 001: Male Caucasian, aged 36, 5'9, 180lbs. Relative good 
health. 

Experimental Status: FAILURE 

Subject Status: DECEASED 

Note: More care is needed. SCP-784 responded to the electrical 
brain impulses in the brain before implantation and partially 
activated, consuming part of the tools and subject's grey matter in 
the process. 


Subject 004: Female Caucasian, aged 45, 5'3, 100lbs. Average 
health. 

Experimental Status: FAILURE 

Subject Status: DECEASED 

Note: Please maintain constant vigilance. Failure to correctly 
restrain the subject will lead to errors in experimentation, and a loss 
in both productivity and material resources. 


Subject 007: Male Caucasian, aged 35, 6'0, 175lbs. Average health. 
Experimental Status: PARTIAL SUCCESS 

Subject Status: DECEASED 

Note: Subject was receptive to implantation process to a point. 
However, there seemed to be some misalignments in the connection 
to certain nerve endings, as the subject constantly complained of 
SCP-784 not responding to his exact wishes. This was especially 
noticeable when the subject attempted to form SCP-784 into a 


complex pattern alignment, and instead exploded, causing a minor 
breach of security as SCP-784 began to consume all available 
matter. 


Subject 016: Male Black, aged 26, 6'1, 190lbs. Relative good health. 
Experimental Status: SUCCESS 

Subject Status: DECEASED 

Note: For further choice of test subjects, psych evaluations will be 
needed in their evaluation. 


Subject 018: Female Caucasian, aged 37, 5'6, 145lbs. Average 
health. 

Experimental Status: SUCCESS 

Subject Status: DECEASED 

Note: REPEAT: For further choice of test subjects, psych 
evaluations will be needed in their evaluation. 


Subject 024: Male Caucasian, aged 56, 5'5, 160lbs. Below average 
health. 

Experimental Status: SUCCESS 

Subject Status: DECEASED 

Note: Correct nerve alignment and implantation has been 
discerned. However, subject was unable to cope with the added 
stress of SCP-784 within their body, and later died of inter-cranial 
pressure. Refinement is needed in the process to prevent this from 
happening again. 


Subject 031: Male Caucasian, aged 43, 5'8, 180lbs. Average health. 
Experimental Status: SUCCESS 

Subject Status: ALIVE 

Note: Process has been refined accordingly. 


Subject 035: Olympia Zero 

Experimental Status: SUCCESS 

Subject Status: ALIVE 

Note: Fusion with SCP-784 was observed to occur to a much 
greater degree than in previous subjects. This is most likely because 
of the unusual composition of this Olympia Zero's grey matter. 
Further testing will proceed on Olympia Zero. 


Experiments of Paper, Part 1 


“Author's note- written dialogue is follows: Cassy [Fred] {Dr. Ax} 


Dr. Ax walked out of the break room with some coffee and his new 
assignment. He dreaded it. Of all the days to be given his first 
assignment, it had to be today. He stumbled as another round of 
artillery fire rocked the building; SCP- was rampaging in the 
parking lot. 705 had been on the loose since the night before, and 
as of 8:00 a.m. had claimed an espresso machine, annoying most of 
the staff. And to top it off he had to go find 423 before he could use 
it. Someone brought the journal out of containment and left him on a 
door name plate. 


But at least he was working with a safe one. He hoped. 
"| need more sleep," he declared. 


He entered 085's containment room and sat down. The girl was ina 
pond setting, sitting on a dock. 


{Hello Cassy.} 
She looked up out of the paper. Hello. 


{If you're ready, we're going to do some tests to gauge how you 
interact with various external things.} 


Does it include fire? 
He looked up in surprise. {No, what made you think of that?} 
Nothing. 


{Well then, moving on...our first test was going to interact with 
another SCP, number 423 to be exact.} 


I've never heard of that one 


{He.../t...is quite interesting.} Ax wrote, flipping open 423's journal. 
{Listen, the higher ups are already pissed that you ended up on that 
sign. No monkey business.} 


After a second, the journal came alive with scribbling sounds. [You 
think | wanted to be up there? And besides, isn't the latter Dr. 
Bright's job?] 


Ax sighed. As if talking to humans was annoying enough. {I'm going 
to ignore that. Prepare for transfer} 


[You sound like this is Star Trek] 


The frustrated researcher rolled his eyes, then went back to 85's 
page. He had spent 2 days thinking of how to convert them-423 
can't exist without text, and drawn humans, even if they were 
affected by Fred, don't come alive to Cassy. Then it hit him. He 
sketched a notebook and pencil onto the dock, then laid her page on 
the journal. 


Nothing changed. 
{... Try picking up the notebook} he wrote in the sky. She did so. 
Should | write in it? 


{Yes....try Hi.} She picked up the pencil and wrote. The researcher 
smirked as her inked eyebrows jumped. 423 must have responded. 
Ax was still unnerved himself by some of these things. He swore 
those eye pods blinked at him once, despite the documentation on 
them. 


Cassy wrote back, and waited. Then wrote again. This continued, 
and in the meantime the doc realized he had a problem-he had no 
idea what was being said. 


"Son of a..." he cursed. Then he thought of something. He looked at 
a security guard. "Hey, you know those text magnifiers?" 


"Yea..." The guard jumped, startled. The white coats never spoke to 
him, unless it involved something trying to kill someone. 


"Can you get me the schematics of one? Preferably with a 360° 
reading screen?" the doctor asked excitedly. 


"Um...sure..." came the uneasy response. The guard radioed to the 
site library-they had 4 of those things, surely there had to be a 
diagram somewhere in there. 


Ax turned back to the pond, nervous. He wanted them to stop until 
he could monitor, but he didn't want to risk 432 becoming silent. 
Sweat pooled on his brow. His higher-ups were doubtful that his 
tests would even work, never mind yield feasible results. But 
somehow he convinced them. The building shook again, and 
footsteps ran past the room. Ax looked at a junior researcher next to 
him. "Even you and | know that thing isn't allowed near the fuel 
supply, you'd think they would have lured it the other way." 


The junior researcher shrugged, then lost her balance and fell as the 
floor rocked from a massive explosion. Even Cassy looked up, and 
Fred's journal revealed a question. [ The fuck was that?] he 
scribbled. 


Ax sighed. {I don’t think | want to know. And watch your language.} 
[Sorry.] 


Ax sighed as the guard handed him the paper he desired. "Hey, 
tha...why the hell is this greasy?" 


"Six foot man eating chicken," came the reply, as calm and straight 
faced as the time of day. 


...Maybe this was too weird a place to work. 


At any rate, Ax read the blueprint. "Perfect," he whispered. If he 
drew it right, with some slight modifications.... 


Bingo. As Cassy sat down to write under a light, she brought the 
chair, and attached machine to life. Above her, the camera 
magnified what was being written so Ax could read it. He had 
guessed correctly-With a journal inside the picture, 423 would be 
able to reside in it and communicate with the picture. 


"Incredible..." the researcher muttered. The specimens were 
comparing their lives, discussing staff they liked or disliked, 
describing life in 2 dimensions. It was as if they were members of a 
support group, having a transparency never described between 
SCPs before. This continued for 20 minutes, until 423 offered to 
"show her around," [| know some great novels to explore, and the 
maps show this place is huge! Lots of hiding spots. ] 


"Ah no you don't..." Ax quickly grabbed a pen {Ahem, I’ve just been 
informed that 423 is needed back for testing, if you please.} 


Cassy blushed in surprise, then wrote a farewell. 423 returned to his 
journal. 

[Hey that was great! Thanks for introducing us, | think | could get 
used to her.] 


{Easy there cowboy, | don’t know if O5s would let you back if they 
could read your mind} 


[Oh and you can?] 
{I can guess well enough...and how did you get access to maps?} 


[Some lab tech got lost, guard pulled a map. | hopped on and read 
it.] 

[I think you’re trying to get me fired] Ax sighed, ignoring the 
screeching metal and explosions. Turning to the guard, he held out 
the journal. "Take 432 back to his unit, will you?" 


"Can't," came the reply, "Old big and scary out there smashed a 
hallway, place is on level 1 lock down until he's contained." 


Ax just stared, then flipped the notebook on his desk. "Great, just 
great." 


[Ouch.] 
He turned around back to the desk. 


{Shut up.} 


[Level 1 lock down? What's that?] 


Ax groaned. Might as well tell him, from the sound of it he was going 
to be here awhile. {Means continue what you were doing just don't 
enter the halls.} 


[Sounds good!] 
{You're staying there while | work with 85} 


[Can't | watch? The library's in bldg. 4 and | got nothing to read. And 
her name's Cassy. ] 


Ax threw up a hand in frustration. {FINE. But you're staying ona 
sign.} He went to 085's sheet and drew a billboard. He then laid the 
journal on the sign. 


[Check out the view!] 


Ax ignored him, and with one hand opening a folder, wrote with the 
other. {Now, Cassy, on with the next test. Do you like dolls?...} 


a "man of unmatched taste, whose talent is known to all"), and that 
— despite repeated reductions in the asking price — the item had 
gone unsold for eleven years. 


« SCP-840 | SCP-841 | SCP-842 » 


Exploded Diagram of a Young Woman 


SCP-2156 didn’t think that she was a person who wanted many 
things. Honestly, she didn’t really care what happened to herself; 
maybe she had cared when Professor Harley had called her in to 
have a “talk” that left her trembling and shaking; maybe she had 
cared when she had realized that she was in no way capable of 
functioning as a human being, let alone as a cashier. But that was 
the past, and the past was gone. Since then she had realized that 
she had no recourse if the deck was stacked against her. 


So, truth be told, even though she had probably cared when 
suddenly Jessica was a ball of skin and blood trapped in a cage of 
bone, she didn’t really recall much of a reaction to waking up the 
next morning in a jail cell. It was a new place, nothing more. There 
were new people. She imagined that for most, things like freedom or 
autonomy or normality were all very attractive, appealing concepts, 
but SCP-2156 did not want. She did not care if she got better or 
worse. She wasn’t sure what better or worse was. “Better” was a 
conception of herself where she did not have to stay in this cage so 
that other people would not be hurt. “Better” her belonged in society. 
“Better” her was strange and alien, and she was not sure she liked 
this person. 


SCP-2156 wanted only very few things. Sleep was one of them.