You have no sense of humor as usual, red. I'm 
talking about the LSS, red. When we got sent 
here, | think... | think our reality got cranked up 
a notch. Red, didn't you pay attention in class? 
Hey, don't get fucking smart with me, red. 
Okay, the pointis, the LSS surge got us up 
WOvsns Woe 


Two months, eighteen days, seven hours. 


No, red, not even fucking close, you must've 
converted Kejel's Third Law equation wrong. 
Because of the malfunctioning LSS we got 
blasted by, we're somewhere in between 2.2 
and 3.6. Yes, that's good red, that's very good, 
because that means we have more time than 
we thought to... to... yes, red, before we 
fucking DIE, okay?! 


Two months, twenty four days, five hours. 


About three years. Four, if... If | don't interact 
too much. If... If | had had an LSS here, | 
could maybe stretch it out to... eight, maybe, 
that's best case scenario... But | have... | have 
to... I... know... but... but... three years. Three 
years, then it's past the point of no return. Ha. 
Hahahahaha. | should... | should definitely 
figure something out by then. | think | still 
should be pretty good for a while... At least... 
no, no, | won't be in here that long... I'll 
definitely figure something out... 


Anna, what would we do with a case like this? 
| need your help, honey. That... that tingling 
I've been feeling... That's my Hume Field 
diffusing... My... my reality fading... Three 
years. | need to stabilize myself within three 
years. 


I've been thinking... Anna and I, we had this 


theory... Even though the Hume Field is low, 
it's still a Hume Field. And precisely since it's 
so low, Hume diffusion should take quite a 
while. Now if... if | could... contain... recycle 
the fields, keep the diffusion from spreading 
too thin, | could... And | could also maybe... 
it's only a theory, but... It's worth a shot. But 
that means... 


Hey, red. |... I'm gonna have to go for a bit. | 
want to test something, and you can't come 
with me. I... I'm sorry. No, no, red, I'm really, 


really sorry, | want you to come, | do, but... if 
we're together the diffusion will increase 
faster... We both need as much time as 
possible. | need to figure this place out more, 
and you need to make sure you keep all that 
info in your head. It's... red, come on. You- 
you'll be fine red, | know you will, you're tough. 
A lot tougher than me... it'll only be for a bit, 
red, but | need to see if | can find a way to 
keep us alive a bit longer. Maybe even get us 
out of here. If | can contain enough field, | 
can... | can maybe even get us out. No, no I'm 
not sure, but | need to find out. Red, we're 
talking about possibly escaping, okay? Yeah, 
it's a gap. A gap should have an end, like a... 
like the walls of a canyon, understand? | need 
to find a wall, and then, and then | can... 


I'm sorry, red, | hope we're still friends when | 
come back. 


I'm... I'm going now... I'll see you soon. 


+ Access, File: Scranton SCP-3001 logs, Section 3. 
Six months, ten days, five hours. 
Hello again, little red. It's been a while. 


You know... thinking back... | don't know what 
the hell | was so excited about. This place is... 
god, this place. This place is is fucking... hell. 


There's no end. It just goes on. And on. And 
on. 


| traveled in one goddamn direction for two, 
damn, months. God, I'm so fucking stupid, why 
did | think | could get out? I'm thinking like 
those old European shits that thought the end 
of the world was at the horizon. Fucking 
stupid, Robert, stupid, just-just- 
GAAAAAAAAAAAH— 


If | let myself fall down long enough would | 
eventually hit a bottom? 


Ten months, 28 days, 15 hours. 
There's no bottom. And fuck you, red. 


I'm sorry, red, don't go out, I'm sorry | turned 
you off, come back, come back, please— 


... [turned 40 today. Happy birthday, Robert. 


| was adopted, did you know that? Yeah, my 
parents left me in a box on the side of a street. 
Got picked up by some American couple, 
which explains my not-so-Chinese names. | 
don't even know my original last name. Just 
thought I'd share. How about you, red? 


Anna and | met on-site in 1988. God she was 
beautiful. She still is. It was our eyes. She has 
beautiful eyes. My eyes are grey, they're 


boring, but hers... God they're beautiful. Do 
you think... Do you think she's still worried 
about me, little red? Is she looking for me? 


You know, red, you're a great listener. But | 
never hear you talk about yourself. Come on, 
don't be shy, there's no one else around, right? 
Hahaha, right? Hahaha... hahahahaha... 


"I'm sorry, Robert, I'm afraid | can't do that." 
Hahaha, red, you're hilarious. 


Were you married? Kids? Any family at all? 
Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Come on, red, | won't 
judge, just... talk to me, please. God, my head 
hurts. And my feet feel like they've been 
asleep for forever. 


| worked at a comic store as a kid. So much 
cheaper back then, and | got free stuff at the 
end of each week. | liked Spiderman the best. 


| was in a box, side of the street. 


|... what the fuck... no. No. No, no, no, no, no, 
no, red, have you seen my picture? The 
picture red, Anna's picture, where is - come 
on, come on, where-where- Anna! ANNA! 
ANNA! Where did - no, no, no, no, no, please, 
please no, anything but, PLEASE. 


It's fading, she's fading, she's fading, please, 
Anna, no, please, come on, sweetie, stay here, 
it's too soon, it's TOO SOON, my math isn't 
wrong, it's NOT WRONG, YOU SHOULD BE 
FINE. ANNA, ANNA, | can't hold you, come 
back, Anna, sweetie, honey, Anna please, | 
need you, | need you, please, please, don't go, 
I'm here, I'm still here. RED GET HELP. Anna, 
please, please, don't go, don't - 


Black hair, green eyes, 160. Black hair, green 
eyes, 160. Black hair, green eyes, 160. Black 
hair, green eyes, 160. Black hair, green eyes, 
160. Black hair, green eyes, 160. Black hair, 
green eyes, 160. Black hair, green eyes, 160. 
Black hair, green eyes, 160. Black hair, green 
eyes, 160. /Dr. Scranton repeats this for three 
hours.] 


Anna and | got married in '91. We couldn't 
really get the nicest suit and dress we wanted 
because of work, but, damn, we both looked 
great. Anna looked better, of course. We just 
danced, and danced the whole night, got the 
whole week off. Even a job like mine lets you 
enjoy your honeymoon... So, come on red, 
open up, put 'er there, high five. Come on. 
Come on, red. 


One year, two months, twenty-seven days. 


AAAAAAA— 


[The next recordings only play the control 
panel's automated voice giving times, with 
intervals of one to three days, with several 
month-long gaps in between as well; also 
intermixed are Dr. Scranton's sobbing, 
screaming, and mumbling. These recordings 
continue until the time reading reaches two 
years, seven months, and 28 days, after which 
they cease to pick up any sound until two 
months later. ] 


+ Access, File: Scranton SCP-3001 logs, Section 4. 


[Dr. Scranton's voice is noticeably distorted 
now. Hypothesized to a combination of both 
him and the control panel finally showing signs 
of reality breakdown. ] 


Robert... cold. | can't... | can't feel my legs 
anymore. | think... I'm beginning to... Hitting 
that point I... talked about... Low Hume 
Field... Diffusion... Equilibrium... bunch of... 
stupid... garbage... 


| don't know what's real in here any more. Hell, 
I'm not sure /'mreal. Or... something... 
something close to it... If... If | really am going 
out like this, I... I... | don't want to die yet. | 
don't want to die yet. Oh, god | don't wanna die 
yet... 


| ran up in one straight diagonal line, for six 
months. | went down in one... no | just went 
down again... for... eight. There's still no 
bottom, red, there's still no bottom. 


What have you been up to, Red? Have you 
been listening for me all this time? You're a 
stubborn little guy, Red... 


Lucy. 


Huh, Red? Sorry, | must have fell asleep. 
What did you want? Oh... sorry, I-I'll try to 
remember... 


Lucy. That's what we wanted to call our kid if 
we had one. Lucy Scranton, Lucy Lang, Anna 
and | both thought it would have a nice ring. I- 
I- No, Red, I... | don't remember picking out a 
boy's name... 


"Good morning... good morni-i-ing. We've 
talked... the whole... through..." 


Man, | really suck at tap-dancing. Can't feel my 
feet at all. Okay, you try then, Red. 


Kejel's Law states that Hume Fields diffuse, 
Kejel's Law states that my balls will eventually 
fall off if this keeps up. 


"Anna... Anna bo banna..." Heh, she hated 
that song, and | loved to tease her with it. 
"Anna... Anna bo banna banana... banana, 
banana canna..." It actually became a joke 
between us, did you know? We made it the 
words that turn you on. [Pause.] Come on, red, 
act your age, don't be immature. [Sighs.] Fine, 
guess you have a sense of humor after all, 
maybe! 


Heheheh, we're gonna have to fuck with so 
much science when we get out, this place 
breaks apart rules like my hand is breaking 
right now. 


Spiderwebs. My left hands. Spiderwebs. 


There was a reality-bending spider at Site-120 
once. | should crush it. Red, would you crush it 
for me when we get out? 


Average ten, fifteen kilometers a day, plus a 
few breaks. Thirty, two, thirty, ten, no, eleven, 
no, no ten, | think. At least, three hundred left, 
and... and... shit no, was faster going down... 
Fuck it, I'm saying about six hundred 
kilometers down. Took a hell of a lot longer 
coming up. 


Far down. Bottomless? Infinite? And beyond. 
Shut up, Robert, you're not funny. 


Hume Field, boom field... breaking down at a 
rate of... shit, what's the constant of Modified 


Prommel Relations? Ten to the fourth? No, 
no... fifth... fifth, | think... 


One year. Maybe add a few more months. 


Red, how does David sound? David. You 
know, you asked about... yeah, yeah, that. 
Sorry | woke you... 


My... my hands. I... my hands are going 
through each other... Red. Red! RED! Red, 
help, help, please, my hands, | can't feel my 
hands, they're going through each other like... 
like... they're like ice water, Red, | can't, oh 
god, oh god... 


Huh... huh... huh... Red... You know... you 
know that... that stupid magic trick your uncle 
would show you where he'd pull his thumb off, 
but it was really just his other one tucked 
under? 


| just did that. With my real thumb. It didn't 
even hurt, it just came off. | think... Oh, god 
I'm gonna be sick. I-Il- [Sounds of retching.] | 
think... | think it's just floating right now, and | 
can't even pick it up, my hand just passes 
through it, oh god, oh god, I-I- 


My left pinky feels like... an onion. 
Yeah, it's separated. 


NICE TRY HELL, ring's on the RIGHT hand, 
nice try left. 


| can... go... right through myself... | can... 
feel inside me. 


It feels... warm. 


But also cold. 


When | sleep... my hands go in my head. I'm 
sleeping on my back now. 


Static. I'm like static ona TV. 
Chhhk. Chhhhk. Chhhk. 


Ha. Hahahaha. Hahahahahahaha. Well, I-I-| 
only need one kidney, right? RIGHT? RED, 
RED LOOK AT THIS! Haha. Hahahahahaha... 


Let me keep my heart, just my heart, that's all | 
want. 


Lucy. David. Are you there? | want to see you. 


Lucy. David. That's not fair. Come on, hey, quit 
messing around, | was joking when | said that, 
| was joking. COME ON, THAT'S FUCKED 
UP, | WAS JOKING. 


I'm aman, be aman, Robert, you're a man, 
WHAT THE FUCK. 


Anna... Annaaaa... 
Four years, six months, eighteen days. 


I'm not... I'm not even doing it myself anymore. 
| can... feel it happening on its own... Finally. 
Finally, | can... | still can't say it... I'm... I'm still 
scared... 


|... definitely won't eat anymore now... 
Still really hungry. 


That is fucking disgusting, Robert, and you 
know it. NO. SEE, RED THINKS SO TOO. 
NO. 


This little piggie went to market. 


This little piggie went... somewhere. 
This little... foot. Foot... RED?! 
Five years, 13 days. 


Haha. 

Hahahahahahaha 

Hahahahahahahahahaha. 
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. 
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. 


Five years, 14 days. 


Five years, 15 days. 
Five years, 15 days. 
Five years, 15 days. 
Five years, 15 days. 
Five years, 15 days. 
Five years, 15 days. 
Five years, 15 days. 


Stop it, you're hurting me. 
Five years, 19 days. 
I'm feeling better now, red, sorry. 


How do you do it, red? Keep it together? Spill 
it out, | need some help here... | need some 
help... 


Red. Come on. Don't do that. Don't go. | know 
it's hard. | know it's dark. But-but- it's dark and 
we're together still. Come on. Red. No. No. 
You-you can't. RED! Come on, buddy, stay 
with me, Red! Come on! | can still touch you! | 
CAN STILL TOUCH YOU LOOK AT ME RED 
YOU ARE NOT DYING YET NO RED NO! 


[No audio is recorded for the next 9 months.] 


and sleeves are not worn or threadbare and it has no holes or rips. 


Test subjects wearing SCP-362 have unanimously reported no 
feelings of discomfort, unease, or foreboding. Five subjects, whose 
ages range from 22 to 35, have expressed what can perhaps be 
informally phrased as “amused nostalgia” upon donning SCP-362. In 
tests, it has been worn as briefly as 3.6 seconds and as long as 
days, with a mean duration of hours. Aside from the obvious 
inconvenience of wearing an item of clothing longer than a few days, 
the test subject in each case reported normal emotional responses. 


Upon doffing SCP-362, its effects are immediate and almost 
invariable among tests, the only significant variable being the 
duration test subjects must endure the phenomenon before it ends. 
Immediately after pulling SCP-362 off over his or her head, the test 
subject reports several to dozens of humanoid figures suddenly 
appearing in the room with them. The figures appear after the 
instant the test subject's vision becomes obscured by the material of 
SCP-362 passing over the subject's eyes as it is removed. 


These figures present with absolutely indeterminate features. Most 
to all of these figures seem to fix their attention on the test subject, 
and unless approached will stand motionless. A test subject who 
moves around the test chamber will find that these figures also 
move, but only to keep their attention fixed on the subject and/or to 
avoid physical contact with the subject. These figures will go as far 
as to phase through the confines of the test chamber to avoid 
contact with any living being. 


The figures themselves have been variously described as “blurry,” 
“mirages,” and, most commonly, as “shadowy” or “made of 
shadows.” 


Often, a few of these figures will seem to take no interest in the test 
subject but will instead explore their surrounding environment. They 
will appear to touch items, rifle through piles of paper, page through 
books, operate computers, etc., though recordings demonstrate that 
they do not actually manipulate objects in any observable way. 


Twice, a figure reportedly has appeared to handle and operate a 
device “like a Geiger counter,” with which the figure seemed to scan 


+ Access, File: Scranton SCP-3001 logs, Section 5. 


Five years, nine months, two days. 


Red? 


Five years, nine months, three days. 
Five years, nine months, three days. 
Five years, nine months, three days. 
Five years, nine months, three days. 
Five years, nine months, three days. 
Five years, nine months, three days. 
Five years, nine months, three days. 
Five years, nine months, three days. 
[Automated message repeats 97 more times. ] 


You little shit, | thought you left me... /Dr. 
Scranton's voice is barely audible/coherent, as 
if through a heavily distorted, muted radio.]