“Yep!” said Edison. “I’m going to use 161 to drill a hole down to 
section [REDACTED], one floor at a time, and assault them from the 


front, holding them off until 912 catches up and surprises them from 
the back.” Edison reached into his pockets, and pulled out a small 
squirt bottle, which he used to make a series of red security lasers 
visible. “But first, | need to perform some death-defying acrobatics in 
order to get past this array of invisible crisscrossing lasers, or else | 
will be fried to a crisp!” 


“Uh, Ed? You do realize | can just-” 


Slowly, Edison backed up to the doorway, and began to swing his 
arms and count. “One... two... THREE!” 


And with that, the doctor broke into a mad dash, and completely 
failed to launch himself into a series of amazing front flips that 
allowed Edison to weave through the beams like a graceful butterfly. 
The doctor turned red with embarrassment as he fell flat on his face 
a good ten feet from the nearest laser. 


“Yeah... I’m just going to turn these things off before you kill 
yourself. Why do we even have a room like this?” 


“No idea. It was probably one of Bright’s projects.” Edison said as he 
pulled himself upright. “But regardless, now 161 is about to within 
my grasp, there is nothing left to stop me from saving the 
Foundation!” 


And then a nine-tailed fox tried to bite Dr. Edison’s testicles off. 


Excerpt from security footage of SCP-161’s temporary 
containment cell (formerly the containment cell of SCP- 

), detailing an encounter between Dr. Edison and 
SCP-953 (in vulpine form), accompanied by Dr. King’s 
comments via radio from Security Station . 


SCP-953 (in vulpine form) tackles Dr. Edison from 
behind, knocking him over. 953 then attempts to remove 
Dr. Edison's armor so it can [DATA EXPUNGED]. 


Dr. Edison: OH GOD WHERE THE HELL DID SHE 
COME FROM WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?! 


SCP-953: [EXPLETIVE]! How dare you [REDACTED]! 
Dr. King: Why does she hate you so much?! 


Dr. Edison: HOW SHOULD | KNOW [EXPLETIVE] DO 
SOMETHING MAN! 


Dr. King: | could turn the lasers back on, but- 


Dr. Edison: | DON’T CARE JUST- OH GOD, MY 
[REDACTED]! SHE’S GOT MY [REDACTED]! 


“You okay?” said Dr. King, his voice slightly distorted by radio static. 


“If you mean, ‘am | still alive’, then just barely.” Dr. Edison groaned. 
“Man, | can’t believe that bitch is still worked up about that...” 


“About what?” said Dr. King. 


“Well, you know that little disclaimer about not calling 953 a 
‘Kitsune’?” 


“Yeah?” 


“Let’s just say | watch too much anime and leave it at that.” Dr. 
Edison attempted to produce a faint chuckle from his lame joke, 
followed by a deep, hacking cough. “She’s still there isn’t she?" 


“Yep. Just outside the doorway.” 


“Probably waiting for me to start running... dammit...” The doctor 
slowly began to push himself off the floor, only to have the tip of his 
nose burnt off by one of the containment beams. “Well, at least | can 
still move...” 


“Just hang tight, Ed. I'll try and find someone to pick you up.” 


“No way, doc.” Edison wheezed. “We're on the clock here, 
remember?” 


“Yeah, but...” 


tell... in the past | said stuff that maybe wasn't, okay, no 
‘maybe’, stuff that wasn't true, but I'm not gonna... | 
mean... | don't think I'm gonna... | mean... right now, 
with my hand stuck in this thing's mouth, I'm trying real 
real hard to not say anything that's not super absolute 
true. 


Dr. Long: ... Wow. You're really, really scared, aren't 
you. 


D-45951: Oh fuck yes. 
Dr. Rensburg: Just because of the movie? 


D-45951: Look, we went — | mean, / went over that 
already! It's 'cause of the movie that | know, that | think | 
know what it is, and seeing all the mons... seeing the 
monsters you got here, | dunno if | saw a// of 'em — 
seeing the monsters is what tells me that it's for, that 
maybe it's for real! Plus, | mean, why would you be doing 
this stuff with me sticking my hand in here and then you 
telling me to say shit if you weren't expecting it to bite my 
hand off, right? Why else would you have this assho— 
this guy holding my arm so | can't — so | probably can't 
pull my hand out? 


Dr. Long: He has a point. 


Dr. Rensburg: Oh, don't go feeling sorry for him. 
D-45951, do you deserve this? 


D-45951: Uh, what? 


Dr. Rensburg: This! The way we're treating you! Being 
D-class personnel! Do you deserve it! 


D-45951: You don't hafta yel/ at me. 


Dr. Rensburg: Did you commit the crimes you were 
convicted of committing! Yes or no! 


D-45951: |... look, the fuckin' cop was self-defense, 


“JUST LISTEN TO ME, DAMMIT!” the doctor shouted. “Everything’s 
going to hell anyway, so what do you care if | die attempting some 
sort of ridiculous ‘Action Movie Hero’ plan? This sort of disaster 
happens only once in a lifetime, and I'll be damned if | spend it 
sitting in a corner holding my eyes closed.” 


“Are you trying to tell me something ?” 


“Am | trying to tell you something? AM | TRYING TO TELL YOU 
SOMETHING!? Yeah, I’m trying to tell you something all right!" Dr. 
Edison took a deep breath. "It’s Game Day, King. And it’s not just 
any game, King, it’s the World Series and we’re playing for the 
Stanley Cup. The other team’s up by a field goal, It’s the bottom of 
the ninth, bases loaded, 4th down, our star player is in the penalty 
box, and the big man's about 2 WREAK SOME HAVOC on the 
court!” 


Dr. King was speechless. 


“So do you want that gold medal, or are you going to take a penalty 
kick with the rest of those losers?!” 


“..1 don’t even know where to begin with that.” said Dr. King. 


“That's what | like to hear!” said Dr. Edison. “Now, on the count of 
three, | want you to turn off the containment beams so | can grab 
161. Ready?” 


“Now wait a second, | never said | would-” 
ee 2s 23" 


In a flash, Dr. Edison jolted upright, and sprinting towards the 
pinwheel, ignoring the stinging from his numerous wounds. 
Moments later, 953 burst though the door, and began to chase after 
him. 


“Get out of there, Ed!” said Dr. King. 


“No! | got a head start! | can make it, | can make it, | can make-” 


Security Log- -2 
Excerpt from section [REDACTED] security footage. 


An unidentified body (presumably belonging to Dr. 
Edison) falls though the ceiling and lands in the men’s 
room of section [REDACTED]. An audible ‘snap’ is 
heard, implying that Dr. Edison has broken most, if not 
all of his bones. 


Game Day Part 1: Smilers 


During Incident 234-900-Tempest Night, many junior staff and 
personnel took part in the attempts to repel attackers by seizing 
control of already uncontained SCPs or, in some cases, breaching 
containment of SCPs with the intent of seizing control of them for 
defensive purposes. A notable example of a failed attempt is the 
efforts of Junior Researcher David Eskobar, who remains in medical 
care and has begun psychiatric treatment recently. Relevant 
information is included below. 


Excerpts from Surveillance Logs, Security Cameras 00290001, 
00290011, 00290993 


0920: SCP-275 confirmed secure, armed guards holding 
position. 


0922: Junior Researcher David Eskobar attempts to 
instigate security breach at SCP-275 containment cell. 
Armed guards fire warning shot down hallway. 
Researcher Eskobar flees. 


0944: SCP-_ confirmed secure, guards having left 
position but making periodic patrols. 


0945: Researcher Eskobar arrives at SCP- 

containment area. Eskobar attempts to instigate security 
breach. Armed guards walking past fire warning shots. 
Researcher Eskobar flees. Guards seen chasing after 
Eskobar momentarily, then shouting; microphone unable 
to pick up dialogue. 


1010: SCP- confirmed secure. Guards holding position 
out of sight but nearby. 


1011: Researcher Eskobar arrives at SCP- 
containment area. Eskobar attempts to instigate security 


breach. Multiple armed guards rush from concealed 
locations and capture Eskobar. Eskobar is dragged out 
of sight. 


1030: Researcher Eskobar successfully enters Site 17 
video archive. 


After-Action Debriefing, Agent /Guard B-3273 


Agent : Tell me about Researcher Eskobar's 
behavior during the beginning of Tempest Night. 


B-3273: Christ, he was the same as the rest of them. We 
heard junior staff running around like hamsters, 
screaming about “I always wanted to try SCP-this” and 
“we have no choice, we have to have SCP-that.” It's 
insulting that almost every one of them forgot that there 
were still a few guards in the building, still staying on 
post no matter what was happening. You know, actually 
securing a few SCPs, not letting them out and hoping 
everything just turned out okay. 


Agent : And you say Eskobar was the same? 


B-3273: No, Eskobar was the worst. He hadn't worked 
here more than a month at that point, and he apparently 
hadn't read half of the files on the Scips he was trying to 
break out. He was going to jump on to the table in front 
of SCP-212, figuring it would just turn him into Robocop. 
You should have seen the look on his face when we told 
him about the “no anesthetic” part, or the survival rate. 


Agent : But Eskobar kept trying. 


B-3273: | guess he forgot we still had radios. We were 
tracking his movements, and by the time he got to ,we 
had decided enough was enough. 


Agent : So you moved in to arrest him. 


B-3273: As far as I'm concerned, he had enough 


chances. We waited until he actually tried breaching 
containment for the third before we took him. 


Agent : And none of the guards were feeling... 
especially antagonistic towards the researcher? 


B-3273: Of course not, sir. We maintained professional 
conduct throughout the incident. Where possible. 


Agent : I'm interested in how Eskobar escaped from 
containment and broke into Site-17's video archive. 


B-3273: I'm sorry, sir. | guess he just got past us. 


Agent : I'm especially concerned with how he 
managed to break in while still handcuffed and gagged. 


B-3273: Sorry, sir. | guess he just got past us. 


Agent : Were any of you aware of his coulrophobia? 
B-3273: Sir? 
Agent : His fear of clowns. 


B-3273: Not particularly, sir. We would never—well, we 
would have advised him not to...contain himself in that 
particular room had we known that, no matter what had 
happened. 


Agent : (sighs) Yes, that's what the others said. 


Due to lack of evidence and extenuating circumstances, 
guards involved in the incident have been cleared of all 
charges. 


Excerpt of Security Log, Video Transcript, Security 
Camera 00290933 


1030: Researcher Eskobar enters Site 17 video archive. 
Researcher begins demonstrating intense fear and 
huddling against corner, still handcuffed. 


1045: A television turns on. Researcher Eskobar 
registers acute panic. 


1046: Researcher Eskobar appears to lose 
consciousness. 


Suggested modification to SCP-993 containment protocols, 
Addendum 993-1: 


Given the events surrounding the death of Dr. (see 
Incident Report 993-Gamma) and its behavior during 
Incident Tempest Night, it appears that SCP-993's 
previous manifestation towards children and exclusion of 
adults was the result of a conscious choice. SCP-993 is 
capable of manifesting itself to adults as well as children. 
However, in order to interact with adults, SCP-993 
appears to be able to render adults unconscious. Once 
unconscious, [REDACTED] (see Security Log Transcript, 
Camera 00290993) 


Excerpt of Security Log, Video Transcript, Security Camera 
00290933 


1048: Researcher Eskobar appears to regain 
consciousness. Begins smiling. 


1050: Researcher Eskobar rises to his feet, maintaining 
eye contact with television. 


1055: Gag applied to Eskobar's mouth falls out. Hands 
cease to be restrained. [Note: Handcuff chain was later 
found to have been severed by unknown means. ] 


1059: Researcher Eskobar raises his arms outward to 
the sides, forming a T-shape. Video cuts out briefly. 
When image returns, Eskobar's hands are pinned to the 
wall with large spikes; blood is flowing freely down his 
arms and down the wall. Researcher Eskobar's face is 
smiling widely, and continues to do so for the duration of 
the taping (Seventy-two hours). 


After-Action Summary, / /11: 


After the conclusion of Incident Tempest Night, during 
cleanup operations, Researcher Eskobar was found in 
Site 17's video archive, badly dehydrated, suffering 
serious blood loss, and nearing a comatose state, still 
smiling. Researcher Eskobar was taken to a Foundation 
medical facility and assigned to psychiatric therapy. The 
television across from Researcher Eskobar remained on, 
broadcasting test pattern SMPTE RP 219-2002 
(commonly known as “color bars”). Several DVDs were 
found on top of the television; when arranged ina 
rainbow shape, markings on the DVDs spelled out 
“SEASON II!” These discs were revealed to contain 
videos in the animated style of SCP-993, depicting the 
deaths of various Foundation researchers during 
Tempest Night. Some of these deaths were not actually 
witnessed by any surviving researchers, casting doubt 
on whether the particular brutality shown to accompany 
many of these deaths actually happened. 


SCP-993's primary role in the videos is narrative in 
nature, providing commentary for the deaths and making 
comedic comments about both the means by which 
individuals died and the appearance of the remains of 
dead personnel. However, three researchers who were 
never located and considered MIA, along with two D- 
class personnel who were believed to have escaped, are 
shown on the videos. Each researcher is individually 
shown being knocked unconscious by an unseen 
attacker and dragged into empty containment rooms. 
Though the experiences of all three are different, all are 
assaulted in various ways using different weapons, 
which appear to be held by the camera's operator. One 
is shown dying from blood loss during a surgical 
operation to connect the victim's colon to his esophagus, 
another dies of cerebral failure during an unanesthetized 
hemispherectomy, and the final researcher dies of shock 
after being skinned alive with an industrial-grade belt 
sander. The two D-class personnel are shown being 


sewn to one another at several points and led into an 
area where SCP-_ was roaming after breaching 
containment, leading to dismemberment. All five victims 
continue smiling broadly throughout their experiences. 
None of these events can be corroborated or disproved 
by available evidence. 


Game Day Part 1: Mastication, Deglutition, Emesis 


"It's beautiful," Dr. Lesley Mause announced, zooming in on the 
wriggling cells taking up her monitor's screen. 


Dr. Drake looked over her shoulder, still wearing the same bored 
expression he'd had for the same half hour. "It's vomit." 


Across the room, two heads swiveled in unison, hawklike, to stare at 
Dr. Drake. Agent Rose and Agent Walker, security. They did that 
every time Dr. Drake opened his mouth, each time tingling with 
almost animalistic animosity. The two ex-members of the Children of 
the Sun were objectively creepy as shit, she reflected. The way they 
did so many things in synchronization. You'd think they were twins, 
but they didn't even look alike, even if their mannerisms tended to 
be identical Rose (a man) was pale and androgynous, and Walker 
(a woman) was attractive in a classical fashion and had skin dark as 
pitch. She'd been working with them almost two years now, and she 
felt the same affection for them that she might feel for a pair of cats. 
A pair of extremely murderous cats, anyway. 


Plus, they hated Drake almost as much as she did. 
"Yes," she agreed, "it's vomit. But that doesn't preclude beauty." 


She zoomed out again. Drake pointed at a structure in the gray- 
green mess. "Is that a bone?"