All interviews with SCP-405 victims or SCP-405-1 are to be 
recorded in Interviews Log 405. 


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No matter. He, she, whichever, wanted to 
review my warding grids. I've spent a lifetime 
writing them. More than a lifetime. 


| presented her with nearly a hundred bales of 
paper, and she passed them through some 
sort of contraption one ream at a time. She 
said she was ‘digitizing’ them. | had no idea 
what she was talking about. | have not left this 
place in so long. I've wasted so 


Nothing has been spent that cannot be 
reclaimed once the project is done. Soon | will 
have all eternity. 


Dark claimed her program was checking the 
wards for flaws. She found few, for this project 
has been everything to me, but not none. She 
noted that my more recent work had more 
errors. Whether it was my body or my 
conviction that was failing, | cannot say. 


In any event, corrections were made and she 
declared we were now ready to begin 
construction, saying that she would send 
workers over as soon as possible. 


Oddly enough, | found myself hesitant. | asked 
her what she, or whoever Dark was, intended 
to do with their wish. | had refused to consider 
this question before, believing it to be only a 
distraction, but now | had to know. 


She said she didn't know for certain, but knew 
that neither she nor her counterpart were 
foolish or frivolous and so could be trusted not 
to waste their wish. They would not wish for 
wealth, for they had that in abundance and 
could easily acquire more. They would not 
wish for knowledge, for they had access to the 
Great Library. Their wish would be for 


something that they could never otherwise 
obtain. 


What could Dark not obtain? What could 
someone with their power, their skill, their 
knowledge and their wealth not obtain if they 
were truly intent on it? 


Selected Excerpt #5: 


Now that the completion of my device is 
imminent, | find myself finally asking if | could 
actually be trusted with such power, since | 
clearly wouldn't trust it to another. 


Who would | actually be if was so 
preposterously empowered with nothing to rein 
in even my most outlandish urges? 


Can | trust myself not to be misanthropic 
enough to not annihilate all of Man in a single 
rage? 


Am | so selfish that | would idle in obscene 
luxury without ever bothering to better the 
world for my fellows? 


Might | become so megalomaniacal that | 
would rule humanity as an eternal tyrant? 


Worst of all, might | immediately be so 
intoxicated by power as to forget why | had 
bothered obtaining it in the first place, or for 
who? 


Does any of that matter? After all this time, | 
would have wasted my life to stop now. Would 
it not be a waste of the machine's grand 
potential not to build it? 


Tonight, as | fail to sleep, | hold the weight of 
all the horror | might do in one hand, and in the 


other, | hold the good that might be done. One 
cannot be tossed aside without the other, and 
no matter how hard | may try | cannot divine 
whether it is better to help people at the risk of 
great harm or refuse to help them to avoid any 
possibility of harm. 


Somehow, | doubt that Dark is having the 
same quandaries. 


Selected Excerpt #6: 
Dark has returned. 


Not as the man, not as the woman, but as that 
ghoul | first met him as so long ago. He looks 
like he has one foot in the grave and yet has 
not aged since | first laid eyes upon him. 


He said he had come to collect on his 
investment, and | knew not what to do. | had 
eagerly agreed to the price when it was only a 
distant abstraction in my mind, but now that it 
was real | was loathed to pay it. 


| tried to persuade Dark that it wasn't worth it. | 
babbled on about unknowable consequences, 
invoking the wrath of normally apathetic gods, 
about having no right to impose our will onto 
the world, but in the end, it all counted for 
nought. 


Dark demanded his wish. | could not dissuade 
him with words, and | dared not try to dissuade 
him with force. Were | not such a coward | 
could have used the machine myself already 
and swept Dark into the howling abyss. Regret 
itas | may, | did promise him this, and he has 
fulfilled his end of the bargain. | cannot deny 
him. 


| did, at the very least, muster the courage to 
ask him what it was he planned to wish for. 


With a shrug and a smile he said "Only that 
which once was mine and lost, that | would 
have again." 


| am writing this in the brief respite Dark has 
granted me before we begin, as operating the 
machine will be quite taxing. If only he would 
tell me in plain words what it is he means to 
wish for, it would ease my nerves. 


If this is my last entry, then | want whoever 
finds this to know that | was fatally 
unsuccessful in my attempt at Apotheosis, 
either by my own ineptitude or by the treachery 
of Dark. | realize now he never meant to let me 
keep this thing for myself. Who would, when 
no matter what you wish for it could all be 
taken away by the wish of another? 


The bastard! | wasted my life building him this 
abomination, and my only payment will be a 
knife in my back. Were | not such a fragile old 
man, I'd kill him myself. My only hope for 
justice now is that the use of the machine will 
swiftly bring his enemies down upon him to 
destroy him for me. | suppose | might finally be 
reunited with my dearests in death, but | could 
have done that myself ages ago and spare 
myself a lot of trouble. 


Whatever happens, please know that | meant 
well, that | hoped that only the best would 
come from this. 


| pray the world will still be here once Dark has 
had his wish. 


It is not yet known whether or not SCP-3189 functioned as intended. 


Comparisons between current records and records from anchored 
or extradimensional Foundation safehouses has revealed only minor 
discrepancies between the present baseline reality and its preceding 
iteration, none of which are considered to have been likely primary 
goals for SCP-3189. 


It should be noted, however, that in neither iteration did the 
Foundation possess any substantial records on the partners of 
Marshall, Carter & Dark. Though it is yet to be determined if this 
iteration's Marshall, Carter, & Dark retain any knowledge of 
SCP-3189 or their role in creating it, it is considered likely that the 
Dark(s) mentioned in the journal were the primary beneficiary of 
their use of SCP-3189. 


It has been surmised that Mx Dark anticipated the Foundation's 
arrival after the activation of SCP-3189, and chose to abandon it 
rather than risk capture. The current whereabouts of Mx Dark, or 
SCP-3189's creator, remain unknown at this time. 


SCP-3190: Just One More Thing 


Item #: SCP-3190 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-3190, 
fallout from DOYLE-events require little in the way of clean-up. At 
the head researcher's discretion, SCP-3190-A instances deemed to 
be an unnecessary information leak can be treated with Class-B 
amnestics. All others are to be allowed to filter through their 
respective judicial systems. 


Foundation Als ATLS-19 and GRGN-71 are to monitor all incoming 
and outgoing communications from local law enforcement offices in 
North America for reports of SCP-3190's involvement in the 
investigation of a murder. SCP-3190's activity is to be monitored by 
Mobile Task Force Epsilon-96 (“Fans of Father Brown’). As of 
Incident-234, members of MTF E-96 are to be given Class-B 
amnestics to be administered on the field if a SCP-3190-A instance 
attempts to neutralize SCP-3190. 


Description: SCP-3190 is a humanoid entity resembling a man in 
his late forties to early fifties. While SCP-3190 allows itself to appear 
clumsy and a non-threat, it has shown itself capable of reaching 
speeds up to 45 km/h and lifting weights in excess of 2 metric tons. 
Due to its anomalous properties, these feats of superhuman ability, 
while rare, are treated as routine in all but SCP-3190-A instances. At 
first manifestation, SCP-3190 appears in the dress code for 
detectives of the closest local police precinct, albeit in a shabby or 
otherwise worn condition. SCP-3190 will carry a set of handcuffs, 
dubbed SCP-3190-B, and a valid identification marking him as a 
lieutenant in the closest police precinct. 


SCP-3190-A instances are the perpetrators of the murder that the 
current DOYLE-event centers upon. 


SCP-3190-B, while being utilized by SCP-3190 to subdue an 
instance of SCP-3190-A, is unbreakable by any conventional 
means. SCP-3190 delivers the SCP-3190-A instance to its 
respective police precinct and soon thereafter demanifests. All 
evidence procured by SCP-3190 will be attributed to other officers in 
official reports. All knowledge of SCP-3190 is lost in all but 
SCP-3190-A and individuals aware of SCP-3190's anomaly. 


SCP-3190's primary anomalous ability is shown during DOYLE- 
events. DOYLE-events have been shown to only occur for murders 
where the victim knew the perpetrator. DOYLE-events with multiple 
victims or multiple SCP-3190-A instances have occurred. DOYLE- 
events involve the embedding of SCP-3190 into a current murder 
investigation, normally from the moment of first response. While a 
part of the investigation, SCP-3190 will come into contact with the 
murderer. SCP-3190 will then focus on the SCP-3190-A instance, 
usually appearing at its place of work or home in order to question 
them. During the course of this questioning, the SCP-3190-A 
instance will inevitably reveal a piece of information or otherwise lie 
in such a way that point to them being the perpetrator of the crime. 
Of note is that all SCP-3190-A instances acquiesce to SCP-3190's 
questioning without a lawyer present. It is unclear if this is due to 
SCP-3190's shabby appearance (and thus, seeming intellectual 
inferiority) or an anomalous ability. 


All SCP-3190-A instances have been shown to have committed the 
crimes. As of current revision, no DOYLE-event has occurred at a 
non-premeditated murder. 


Incident 234: On 4/3/1985, SCP-3190-A-234, while being charged 
formally with his crimes, wrestled a gun from a police officer 
accompanying SCP-3190. SCP-3190-A-234 emptied the gun into 
SCP-3190, causing its battered raincoat to fall onto the floor. There 
was no further sign of SCP-3190 for exactly three seconds, after 
which it walked from a bathroom door, picked up its coat, and 
continued to detail the proof to the attending police officers. 


Of note is that all individuals, besides SCP-3190-A-234, showed no 
reaction to the gunshot or seeming disappearance of SCP-3190. 
SCP-3190-A-234 experienced great distress given the events and 
the non-reaction of all others attending. On-site members of MTF 


E-96 later administered class-B amnestics to SCP-3190-A-234. 


Selection from SCP-3190's third interview with 
SCP-3190-A-234 


SCP-3190-A-234 was Dr. Ambrose Rettinger, later tried 
and convicted of the murder of his co-worker, Dr. Ivan 
Lavrisha. Interview takes place in Dr. Rettinger's office in 
the Classics Department of Pennsylvania State 
University. 


SCP-3190 picks up a small paperweight from SCP-3190- 
A-234's desk. SCP-3190 regards the object before 
appearing to accidentally drop it. 


SCP-3190: Well, jeez. Sorry about that, doctor. | think it'll 
be okay, though. Here, look at this. SCP-3190 picks up 
the paperweight, a small Roman soldier, now broken in 
two, off of the ground. See, you just get some, uh, crazy 
glue on there, and uh, yeah, it'll be good as new. You'd 
be amazed at what crazy glue can do, doctor. Why, just 
last week, my wife— 


SCP-3190-A-234: I'm sorry, detective, but I'd really like 
to get to the point here. I'm afraid I've told you everything 
| know. Much as I'd like to, ah, talk to you some more, | 
do have a faculty meeting to attend to in, oh, ten 
minutes? 


SCP-3190: Oh, won't take even that long. | just gotta 
couple more questions to ask, you know. It's just the way 
| am sometimes. 


SCP-3190-A-234: So I've noticed. 


SCP-3190: Ha! I'm sure you did, doctor. Why, my wife, 
she tells me | can't ever shut up. But it's just the way | 
am, you know? | always got that last inkling. That 
niggling little thought | gotta get out and get answered 
before | can even sleep that night. Why, you should hear 
the one about my nephew, he— 


SCP-3190-A-234: Detective, please. 


SCP-3190: Oh, oh, of course. I'm sorry, doctor. | know 
you're a busy man. SCP-3190 raises its hands, shakes 
its head, and winces. | don't mean to be a pain, of 
course. It's just, well, something has been bothering me 
about what you said. 


SCP-3190-A-234: What do you mean, detective? 


SCP-3190: Now, here, you told me that Dr. Lavrisha left 
your party at, uh, seven thirty PM? Now, he, uh, slipped 
out and was found, dead, outside his office. But here's 
the interesting thing, doctor. His watch, you know, it was 
damaged in the attack. And, well, it stopped at seven 
twenty seven. Isn't that interesting, doctor? Now, | tell 
myself, you know, a man like that, maybe, sets his watch 
a bit behind. Why, | have a cousin, on my wife's side, 
who, well, he sets his clock back about forty-five 
minutes. | don't know how he gets anywhere. But, and 
this is the interesting part, doctor, his wife, the uh, widow 
Lavrisha, she tells me that the, uh, well, the departed, he 
had sort of a, what do you call it, an obsessive 
compulsion. He had his watch synced up to, you know, 
the very exact millisecond. He kept it up to track, of 
course. A watch isn't perfect, you know. They get off, bit 
by bit. So he always made sure it was exact. She said he 
checked it everyday, just before he left work. At five 
thirty. 


SCP-3190-A-234: What are you saying, detective? 


SCP-3190: Doctor, I'm just saying that, a watch isn't 
perfect. But it won't get minutes behind within two hours. 
Your time table doesn't match up. Even if his watch had 
been off, he couldn't've gotten to his office, on foot, 
before he was found by cleaning staff, at seven forty-six. 
Even if he had left your home when he said, it would've 
taken him much longer to get to the office, is what I'm 
saying here, doctor. It all just doesn't add up. 


SCP-3190-A-234: Well, | guess that makes sense, you 
know. My clocks may have been off. Why, Ivan could've 
left the party at seven fifteen, maybe. 


SCP-3190: SCP-3190 clasps its hands and nods. You 
know, | was thinking the same thing, doctor. But | 
checked. Your wife let me in, and all the clocks in the 
house are right on the money. She says the maid does it. 


SCP-3190-A-234: Well, | could've been mistaken. But 
still, detective, there's no way | could've killed Ivan. 
Guests saw me in the house at seven forty-five. Even if 
Ivan had died at seven twenty-seven, there's no way | 
could have left the body there and been present at my 
party within seventeen minutes. 


SCP-3190 shakes its head and puts up its hands again. 
It smiles. 


SCP-3190: Please, don't take this the wrong way, doctor. 
No one's accusing you of anything. Just making sure 
everything gets nice and tied up. I'm always like that, you 
know, doctor, my uncle, he says— 


SCP-3190-A-234: Stands up abruptly, clearing his desk 
of its laptop and briefcase. While I'd love to chat, 
detective, | do have to get to that meeting. 


SCP-3190: Of course, of course. SCP-3190 begins 
walking to the door, before pointing a single finger in the 
air and turning around quickly. \'m sorry, doctor. Just, just 
one more thing, before | go. Something | thought was 
interesting. And all this stuff, in your office, well, it just 
reminded me. 


SCP-3190-A-234: Please, make it quick, detective. 


SCP-3190: My nephew, he's a real wiz-kid when it 
comes to mythology. He's telling me stories | didn't even 
know were stories. But one, he told me, it really sunk in. 
There's a Roman god, or maybe Greek | was never so