SCP-644: Yeah. But anyways, | start working with him. 
He wants someone who's got a real good market sense, 
you know? He says, "Hot. I'm full of so many ideas, but 
what to choose? | don't have forever. That's why | need 
you to sharpen my knife, give us some focus. I've got just 
the thing to let you do that." 


SCP-644: So, | go under, and when | come back, it's like 
Zap. | just... | Know what ideas are gonna be hot. All the 


be the Biological Storage Unit of SCP-632. 


Transcription of Audio Log between 0900-0930, Security 
Camera 0030345 


Prolonged screaming is heard in the background, 
believed to be caused by SCP- __ outbreak. 


<Researcher Min> (heavy panting) Who's there? 


<Agent Frederick> You! Good! Quick, we need to hurry! 
They're going to flood the wing with bakelite in an hour. 


<RM> What's happening? Who are you? Are we under 
attack? Can you help? Are you an Agent? Why is the 
wall screaming? Who are you? How do I- 


<AF> | have no idea. Explosion registered in this wing 
around 0830 hours, not sure who did it. Either way, we're 
under a full scale attack, command is shattered, and 
most of the skips are out of their pens. And unless you 
want to be 6 feet deep in bright yellow plastic, you'll have 
to come with me. 


<RM> Where? It's just that I'm- 


<AF> Deeper. Underground. Main atrium to the wing's 
crawling with those motherfuckers, we'll need to head to 
the basement. Hopefully we'll find others there, and wait 
for the whole thing to blow over. Understand? 


<RM> ...y-yes, sir. 


<AF> And that box, what's in it? If it's a skip, open it. At 
least we'll have some more firepower than this empty 
gun. 


<RM> Can't exactly do that, sir. If the temperature in 
here so much as rises a couple degrees we'd be 
crawling with those spiders by now. 


<AF> ...damn. I've always wanted myself one of those 


magic rings. 


Excerpt from Security Camera-G-0007298 


Camera feed shows minor stress fractures on south-east 
wall, overhead plaster sheeting has collapsed. Agent 
[REDACTED] regains consciousness. 


Agent [REDACTED]: [Coughs several times] Sir, wake 
up, sir. 


Dr. Dier: I'm here, [REDACTED]. 


Agent [REDACTED]: Sir, there's been some sort of 
attack, we have to get to a security station. 


Dr. Dier: Wait, | must check on containment. 


Agent [REDACTED]: [Gestures to the left side of Dr. 
Dier's face] Sir, you're injured. We should go. 


Dr. Dier: This will only take a minute, watch the door. 


Security cameras 0017699, 6649881, 0027998 ira 
Dr. Dier's access codes during .. - 


Interview: Dr. Tarn Honey/Dr. 


Portion of interview between Dr. and Dr. Tarn Honey, 
eh 


Dr. _: I'm sorry? You couldn't get back to the 
containment area? 


Dr. Honey: Yes. There were two men there, with guns. | 
couldn't see their faces, before you ask. 


Dr. _ : Did you at least try - 


Dr. Honey: No, | didn't! 


(At this point Dr. Honey slammed his hand on the table.) 
Dr. Honey: Oh. Oh god, my hands... 
Dr.  :Dr. Honey, please answer me. 


Dr. Honey: Of course. Sorry, | must have...must have 
drifted off there. 


Dr. _: Understandable. Could you hear the men? 


Dr. Honey: |...no, | couldn't hear them properly. They left 
after a few minutes. At this point, | knew that the area 
wasn't safe, so | went to the cafeteria. | hoped to find 
some people. 


Dr.  :Anddid you? 


Dr. Honey: Not alive. 


Cafeteria Surveillance Log / / 


Doctor T. Honey enters the room. Remains of several 
researchers and security personnel are present within. T. 
Honey reacts with shock, then pulls a gun out of a 
corpses holster. 


<T. Honey> Shit, shit, shit...sorry, I'm sorry... 


T. Honey takes a seat on the other side of the room, 
holding his head in his hands. Sounds of somebody 
approaching are heard. T. Honey takes the gun and 
holds it to his head. 


A. Adams enters the room. 
<T. Honey> S-Stay the fuck back! I'll do it, | swear! 
<A. Adams> Doctor, put down the gun. 


A. Adams steps forward. 


<T. Honey> | said back! You won't get me, not me! 


<A. Adams> Doctor, I'm not with the attackers. Give me 
the gun. 


<T. Honey> Why exactly should | believe anything you 
say? Give you my gun, are you crazy? Where's your 
identification?! | want to see your identification! 


A. Adams slides her identification card along the table. 
T. Honey picks it up and examines it. 


<T. Honey> Oh. L-Level 4? Sorry, ma'am, | didn't 
realize. You can have the gun, | suppose. 


T. Honey slides A. Adams' identification and his gun 
back along the table. 


<A. Adams> Right. Now, where is Command and 
Control? 


<T. Honey> Ha. You're new to Level 4, then? 


<A. Adams> You could say that. I'm not taking your gun, 
though. You'll need it. 


<T. Honey> Through Decontamination Wing 6, turn left 
when you reach Protective Materials and keep on going 
till you hit the doors. Can't miss it. 


A. Adams turns to leave. 


<T. Honey> Still though, ma'am, hundreds of unholy 
abominations are loose in the building. You may want to 
keep your gun close, and | don't mean for defense. 


A. Adams leaves the room. 


Excerpt from debriefing of Prof. Anders Bjornsen 


SA: What were you doing when you encountered Ms. 


Adams? 


AB: | was outside Decon 6, wrestling with one of the 
arms, trying to pry loose the last of the guns. I'm pretty 
sure it was already out of ammo, but | didn't want one of 
the others to pick up a clip somewhere and reload it. 


SA: Decontamination Wing 6 is quite a distance from the 
transport depot or your designated containment breach 
evacuation point. Why were you there? 


AB: The explosions had filled a lot of the hallways with 
rubble and | was trying to get to the containment 
chamber of SCP-200. It was the only place | could think 
of that was reasonably secure, assuming that it hadn't 
been collapsed. Decon 6 was on the quickest path to get 
there. 


SA: How did you recognize Ms. Adams? 


AB: I'd seen her in the cafeteria a couple of times before, 
once with Director Clef, so | figured she belonged. She 
was headed straight for the doors into Decon, but | 
stopped her before she went in. 


SA: Why was that? 


AB: I'd already peeked in there and it was fucking chaos. 
All safe or euclid class SCPs have to go through it, even 
if they're well-documented, but it's only supposed to be 
temporary containment and the explosions must've 
cracked some of the walls. At least half the chamber 
doors were open and | saw about 8 or 10 people in what 
looked like riot gear, piling a ton of shit into some metal 
boxes. Paperwork, at least one laptop, and | think | saw 
a birdcage with something moving in it. Their gear didn't 
have any of the guards' markings on them, so | figured 
that they weren't part of the Foundation. 


SA: What did Ms. Adams do when you told her this? 


AB: What do you think she did? She cursed and asked if 
there was any other way around it. 


SA: Was there? 


AB: She obviously found one, or we wouldn't be here. | 
told her to follow me and we took the long way around 
until we got to the security station outside the Safe 
Humanoids wing. It took us about 20 minutes, since we 
had to backtrack a couple of times when we hit blocked 
hallways or more groups of those riot-gear guys. One 
time they were carrying something in a body bag that 
was struggling pretty fiercely. 


SA: Did you encounter any SCPs on your way? 


AB: Not that | Know of. | smelled something burning a 
couple of times and | was told later that there was a 
loose SCP made of fire. And when we finally got to the 
security station outside the Safe Humanoids wing, we 
found that all the guards had been decapitated and 
burned. | was almost at SCP-200's chamber, so | figured 
that | was almost as safe as | was going to get, and 
pointed her down to Protective Materials. Assuming that 
she didn't encounter anything else, she should've been 
there in about 10 minutes. 


SA: After Ms. Adams left you, what did you do? 


AB: | went into the Humanoids wing. Unfortunately, it'd 
been pretty trashed too, although | don't know if it was 
from the explosions, from the invading force, or one of 
the escaped SCPs. | do know that when | got to 
SCP-200's chamber, the door was wide open and the 
damn cocoon was ripped to shreds. And | couldn't even 
hole up there because the damn handle was ripped off 
and the door wouldn't close. 


SA: Security camera footage shows that you didn't stay 
in the Humanoids Wing very long. If you were looking for 
a safe place to hole up, why did you leave? 


AB: Well, like | said, the place was pretty trashed, so it 
wasn't really any safer than the rest of the Site. Also... | 
kinda felt responsible for SCP-200, even though | wasn't 
on that project any more. I'd spent over a year studying it 
and if it had finally emerged, | sorta wanted to see what it 
was. If it was moderately harmless, | could hopefully 
herd it back into containment and if it wasn't... well, | 
figured | could at least get some observations for the 
next guy to review. 


Audio Log from Hallway 34 
Agent Lombardi: "Hold up. We got hostiles ahead." 
Agent Vance: "Can we get around them?" 


Agent Lombardi: "Maybe. But they've got weapons. We 
want weapons." 


Agent Vance: "That's... | don't think—" 


Agent Lombardi: "That's okay. | can think for us both. 
Now, see that door over there? That's quarantine for new 
skips, and | got an idea. I'm gonna distract them. Go in 
there, open the third door to the left, and then go flat on 
the ground." 


Agent Vance: "Do what?" 
Agent Lombardi: "Okay, go!" 


Video shows Agent Lombardi appearing in the hall near 
the insurgents. He appeared to yell something, then 
dived back behind cover. Agent Vance approached, 
using a vending machine for concealment, until running 
the remaining distance to the door. Several shots were 
fired, but neither Agent was injured. The insurgents ran 
through the door after Agent Vance. Approximately thirty 
seconds later, several pieces of the insurgents flew out 
of the room, striking the opposite wall. Anomaly VN-1520 


(SCP number pending) exited through the door before 
killing several other insurgents. It then deactivated, 
falling to the floor. Agent Lombardi picked it up as Agent 
Vance emerged back into the hallway, visibly shaken. 


Agent Lombardi: "Good work, kid." 
Agent Vance: "Oh Jesus." 


Agent Lombardi: "Go grab a towel from the washroom. 
You've got some insurgent on you." 


Agent Vance: "Oh Jesus!" 


Agent Lombardi: "Goddammit! At least use the 
trashcan. All right, now... FUCK!" 


Agent Vance: "What's... what's wrong?" 


Agent Lombardi: "It broke the fucking guns." 


Archived email message 


Sent: - - 08:33 GMT 

From: skatz@ Org 

To: facilitiesmanager@ .org 
Re: Men's room 


Jerry— | had to stop by the Site-17 business office to 
pick up some documents and | couldn't help noticing that 
the water in the urinals of the mens room next to 
Conference Room G is boiling. Also, there is a weird 
smell in the parking lot, like rotten eggs. Might want to 
have a crew check it out. 

Best, Sheldon 


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Excerpt from Security Camera-G-0007298 


Agent [REDACTED] has been exchanging fire with a 
single assailant on the end of the hallway adjacent to Dr. 
Dier's office for minutes. She has suffered several 
shrapnel injuries to her lower abdomen. 


Agent [REDACTED]: Goddamn! [Clutches her waist] 


Dr. Dier: It appears SCP-027 is heading in this direction. 
Bullets may not be the only thing we will need to worry 
about. 


Cockroaches observed emerging from office tiling and 
ceiling. 


Agent [REDACTED]: What the hell are we supposed to 
do? We're pinned down! 


Dr. Dier: [Retrieves his sidearm, before crouching down 
on the floor to retrieve something] 


Agent [REDACTED]: What are you doing?! 


Dr. Dier: Grenade! [Lobs rat from behind door towards 
attacker, attacker runs for cover] 


Agent [REDACTED]: [Emerges from behind office door, 
fires twice, killing unknown assailant] 


Dr. Dier and Agent [REDACTED] begin moving towards 
Sublevel-F3. 


Transcript of Containment Breach 13-34 Eyewitness Account 
Interview 


Interviewed: Assistant Researcher Li Huang. 
Interviewer: O5- 


Foreword: Temporary Containment Area 17-Gamma’s surveillance 
functions were completely disabled at 0811. Around 0832, it is 
estimated that Containment Breach 13-34 occurred at Temporary 
Containment Area 17-Gamma. Assistant Researcher Huang was an 
eyewitness of Containment Breach 13-34 and the immediate 
aftermath. 


O5- : Describe the events leading up to Containment 
Breach 13-34. 


Huang: People flocked to 17-Gamma for safety. The 
logic was that if it could contain a Keter-class SCP 
object, then it could protect them from the attackers. 
Though communication with the main Site had been 
disabled, 17-Gamma was believed to be one of the 
safest places in Site-17. Basic security had remained 
uncompromised, and there were plenty of weapons. At 
0823, of course, the attack by— 


Huang coughs. 


Huang: Excuse me. 17-Gamma came under attack. 
Many Foundation personnel, having...collected SCP 
objects from Site-17, began to use those objects in order 
to repel the attackers. 


O5- : They intentionally breached containment for those 
objects? 


Huang: Not everybody. The explosions had already 
breached containment for some objects, which were just 


time. And | work with him, and we're going like 
gangbusters, spreading like mad. Me and him. And he 
says to me, "My mind isn't what it used to be, Hot. Let's 
hone your creative mind." 


SCP-644: We do it again, and suddenly I'ma 
powerhouse. I'll come to him, like, "Doc, I've got an idea. 
How about instead of playing with your food, you can 
have an intelligent conversation with your food?" 


SCP-644: And I'd say that to him, and he'd say to me 
"Hot, you have quite the melon on your shoulders" and 
I'd say "Wow, thanks, boss" and then he'd put a 
miniature melon on my shoulder and we'd both laugh. It's 
our little joke, see? 


SCP-644: Well, was. Until it started making Headless 
feel self-conscious. 


SCP-644: But we continued on like that, for... oh, it was 
years. | helped with every endeavor. One year, | thought 
"You know what kids love? Taking baths." or, "having 
imaginary friends", or "laughing at jokes", or... well, we 
had some weird years.