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T2L here HQ, we sent up a man as advised and he 
returned in four minutes. Sent him back twice in a sprint, 
two minutes. We all recorded thirty to get down this far at 
least, and we all recorded our scout's return times as 
well. There is definitely something inconsistent. 


Proceed as planned T2L, time lapses have been 


continue to be received by the monitoring team. The 
GPS signal updates to a location in [REDACTED]. This 
location is confirmed by multilateration of the broadcast 
signal of the recording equipment. The view from the 
head-mounted camera changes to what appears to be 
another room: the wall is of a different colour, and the 
shape of the pillow also appears different. Breathing can 
be heard through the microphone, suggesting that 
D-6042 remains asleep. 


The monitoring team continues to observe while the 
closest Mobile Task Force is ordered to the location of 
the GPS signal. The MTF reports a suburban house, 
showing signs of recent habitation but with the current 
residents absent. Footage from one of the upstairs 
bedrooms resembles the interior shown on D-6042's 
camera. D-6042 is not present in the bedroom. 


After approximately three hours with no activity 
observed, the monitoring team agrees to attempt to wake 
D-6042 up. 


Dr. Hallard: D-6042. D-6042, can you hear me? D-6042! 


D-6042: Huh? What? Um, yes, yes | can hear you. 
Sorry, | was asleep. 


The camera turns to show the ceiling of the darkened 
room. 


Dr. Hallard: That's okay. How do you feel? 
D-6042: I'm fine. A bit groggy. But I'm fine. Why? 


Dr. Hallard: Can you describe your surroundings, 
please? 


The camera view turns, showing the interior of a typical 
bedroom including a bookcase and desk. The room's 
dimensions and paint colour are consistent with those 
observed by the Mobile Task Force, but the furnishings 


are different. Members of the MTF are not visible. 
D-6042: What the - what is this? 
Dr. Hallard: D-6042, do you recognise your location? 


D-6042: Uh, yeah. This is my bedroom. Um, in my 
parents' house, | mean. This is my bedroom from when | 
was a kid. Wow, those are my books. 


Dr. Hallard: We have agents in the room with you. They 
can't see you there. 


D-6042: There's no one here with me. How did | get 
here? 


Dr. Hallard: We're hoping you can help us work that out. 
You are the first person to document this phenomenon. 
Could you please have a look around and see if there is 
anything unusual. 


D-6042: Uh, | guess. 


D-6042 exits the bedroom and walks along a hallway. No 
other persons are observed. 


D-6042: Hello? Anyone here? 


No response is heard. D-6042 reaches a landing and 
proceeds down a flight of stairs. There are framed 
photographs on the wall of the staircase. 


D-6042: Wow, even the same pictures. 


The photographs appear normal and are consistent with 
known information about D-6042's family. Background 
checks confirm the GPS location as D-6042's childhood 
residence. 


D-6042: Any of you guys here? Mom? 


The MTF reports the return of the current owners of the 


property (who are unrelated to D-6042). They are 
temporarily detained by the Foundation and later 
amnesticized. 


D-6042 reaches the base of the stairs, and enters a 
living area. Electric lights are operational, but curtains 
are drawn. 


D-6042: This is so weird. It's just like it was when | was 
growing up. | fell off that sofa when | was seven, 
sprained my wrist. 


Dr. Hallard: So everything is as you remember. 


D-6042: Yeah, although a lot quieter with no one here. 
But otherwise - oh, wait a second. 


Dr. Hallard: What is it? 


D-6042: That painting, on the far wall. | don't remember 
that. 


D-6042 crosses the living area. The picture on the wall 
resembles SCP-3515. 


D-6042: That's the painting from the test. I'm sure we 
didn't have this at home. 


Dr. Hallard: You haven't seen that picture before the 
test? Do you recall having a different painting on this wall 
when you were a child? 


D-6042: No, | don't remember. But | haven't seen this 
picture before today. I'm sure. 


Dr. Hallard: Could you please go a little nearer so we 
can see it close up? 


D-6042 approaches SCP-3515. The details of the picture 
appear unchanged. 


D-6042: Looks the same to me. 


Dr. Hallard: Thank you. Same for us. 


D-6042: Although... | can't say for sure, but maybe the 
noise is a little bit louder? 


Dr. Hallard: The digging sound? 
D-6042: Yes. 


Dr. Hallard: Okay, we'll make a note of that. Keep an 
eye out for any other differences. In the meantime, could 
you please open the curtains? We'd like to look outside. 


D-6042 pulls open the curtains. The exterior of the 
window Is obscured. 


D-6042: Weird, it's like it's covered in mud, or like - 


D-6042 runs to the front door of the house, unlocks it, 
and attempts to pull it open. The door appears to be 
stuck in place. 


D-6042: <grunting> 


D-6042 pulls on the handle, leaning away from the door. 
Suddenly the door opens, the camera hitting the ground 
as D-6042 falls. 


D-6042: <yelling> Ah! Ow! 


D-6042 scrambles away from the door. The camera 
struggles to focus. 


D-6042: <panting> Shit, shit. 


Dr. Hallard: D-6042, talk to us. Are you injured? What's 
going on? 


D-6042: You can't see it? 


D-6042 walks back towards the front door. The space 
behind the open door is filled with dark soil. Dirt has 


spilled onto the floor of the house, and onto D-6042's 
jumpsuit. 


D-6042: What the hell? 


D-6042 reaches through the doorway, pulling at the dirt. 
Clumps of earth fall to the ground, and more dirt falls into 
the gap from above. There is no obvious limit to the 
volume of soil outside the door. 


D-6042 moves rapidly through the kitchen and other 
rooms, pulling aside curtains and opening windows 
where possible. The entire house appears to be 
surrounded by packed earth. 


D-6042: What the fuck? What the fuck! 
Dr. Hallard: Please try to remain calm, D- 
D-6042: <shouting> Fuck that! 


D-6042 runs upstairs and into the house's bedrooms, 
continuing to curse and ignoring instructions from the 
monitoring team. All upstairs windows are also blocked 
with earth. D-6042 appears increasingly agitated. D-6042 
returns downstairs to the living area, picks up a wooden 
chair and throws it at the window. 


D-6042: <unintelligible yelling> 


The window breaks. Dark earth spills through the crack. 
D-6042 falls to a sitting position, breathing heavily. 


D-6042: <breathing heavily> You bastards. You fucking 
bastards. You buried me. 


Shortly afterward, D-6042 removed the camera and headset. The 
GPS tracking signal moved within the area of the house for several 
hours. Eventually, D-6042 returned to the living area and reattached 
the camera and headset, resuming contact with the monitoring 
team. 


<Elapsed time: 8:49:06> 
Dr. Hallard: Thank you for coming back - 


D-6042: Shut up. You have to get me out of here. I've 
looked everywhere | can, and it's the same. This whole 
place is covered in dirt. Doors, windows, | even checked 
the basement. And behind it there's just more dirt. So 
you have to get me out. Okay? 


Dr. Hallard: | can assure you that we're trying every 
approach we possibly can to - 


D-6042: No, dammit! You have to get me out! Not "try" - 
do it! <breathing deeply> Look, okay, I'm sorry. I'm trying 
to stay calm but | am not all right here. | need you to 
help. 

Dr. Hallard: We're going to help you. We will. 

D-6042: Please. 


Dr. Hallard: We will. Now, have you eaten? 


D-6042: <sniffing> Yeah, a little. There's stuff in the 
kitchen. 


Dr. Hallard: Something to drink? We thought we could 
hear the taps running? 


D-6042: Yeah. 

Dr. Hallard: Slept? 

D-6042: No. 

Dr. Hallard: It's probably a good idea if - 
D-6042: How long do | have? 

Dr. Hallard: I'm sorry? 


D-6042: Until | run out of air. How long until there's no 


more oxygen? 


Dr. Hallard: Well, it's more the carbon dioxide that you 
need to - 


D-6042: <shouting> How long? 


Dr. Hallard: Uh. Actually it should be quite a long time. 
The house is pretty large, so provided we keep the air 
ventilating, you should have enough for weeks, maybe. 


D-6042: Oh. Is that true? 
Dr. Taylor: | mean, yes, it should be. 
D-6042: So you'll get me out. 


Dr. Hallard: Yes, we will. But first, | think we should all 
get some sleep, and we'll come up with a new plan 
tomorrow. 


D-6042: | don't know. 


Dr. Hallard: We've got plenty of time. You have lots of 
food and water, and - and there's nothing there to 
interfere with you. Ideally, I'd like to try with you sleeping 
in the living room. 


D-6042: No! No. | don't want to sleep here. 


Dr. Hallard: Is it the picture? | know how you feel, but it's 
possible that falling asleep with it again will reverse the 
effect. 


D-6042: <silence> 
D-6042: Okay. I'll try. 


D-6042 slept for several hours in the living room. No change in 
situation was evident. 


The next day, the experimental team guided D-6042 through the 


house, confirming that all areas outside of the building were filled 
with soil of various types and consistencies. Samples were collected 
for testing. 


Attempts to use communication devices were unsuccessful. While 
all equipment was operational, telephone calls were not connected, 
other than to answering machines. The desktop computer was not 
able to be connected to the internet. The television could be viewed, 
but only pre-recorded programs were broadcast, with no live 
content. 


Following these tests, it was determined that D-6042 would attempt 
to tunnel upwards from the house using a garden shovel from the 
basement. D-6042 spent the remainder of the day collecting 
supplies from within the house, including food and battery-powered 
lighting. The monitoring team provided instruction on setting up a 
makeshift ventilation system to provide air circulation. 


On the next morning, D-6042 returned to a window in the attic to 
commence digging. 


<Elapsed time: 41:12:54> 


Dr. Hallard: Okay, switch the fans on as you go past. 
Good. Then start the hole at the top. Just below the top 
of the window. 


D-6042: <grunting> 


Dr. Hallard: Great. May as well just throw it back down 
the stairs. And then just keep going like that. We'll be 
here if you want to talk. 


D-6042: <panting> Jeez, this is going to take forever. Do 
| have to start from the top? 


Dr. Hallard: | know the angle is awkward, but it will get 
easier once you've started the tunnel. Doing it this way 
means you can keep that arch-shape at the top, which 
will be more stable. And it will help make sure you're 
always heading upwards, although we can use the spirit 


level for that once you've gotten going. 
D-6042: Okay, James - you know best. 


D-6042 made slow but steady progress on the tunnel during the day. 
D-6042's attitude during this period fluctuated between anger, 
withdrawal and a strong desire for conversation. When preparing to 
sleep that night, D-6042 watched television for several hours. 
Digging resumed on the second day. 


<Elapsed time: 69:44:18> 


D-6042 is at the end of the tunnel, shovelling heavy clay 
onto a toboggan used to transport it back to the attic. On 
the next strike, the shovel blade makes a sharp noise. 


D-6042: | hit something! James! 
Dr. Hallard: I'm here. What is it? 
D-6042: | hit something. There's something hard here. 


D-6042 leans forward and pulls at the tunnel face with 
both hands. Lumps of clay fall, revealing a white shape. 


D-6042: Can you see this James? 
Dr. Hallard: Yes, we see it. 


Further digging reveals the shape as a long bone. 
D-6042 pulls away. 


D-6042: Shit, that's a bone. Shit. 


Dr. Hallard: That's okay. You'd expect bones 
underground, wouldn't you. 


D-6042: No. No no no. That's not right. It's not right 
James, do you know why? I've been digging and digging, 
but there's nothing here. No worms, no bugs, nothing 
that lives underground. No moles, nothing. So if they 
aren't here, why is there a bone? 


Dr. Hallard: Let's take a closer look at it, okay - see what 
we can learn about it. 


D-6042: <breathing deeply> Right. All right. 


D-6042 pulls away dirt from around the bone, moving 
down its length. A large chunk of clay comes loose at the 
base, revealing the bones of a human foot. 


D-6042: Oh fuck! | told you. Fuck. 


D-6042 scrambles back out of the tunnel and into the 
house. The monitoring team's attempts to discuss the 
situation are ignored, and the headset is abandoned for 
some time. After approximately two hours, D-6042 is 
observed walking past the headset and into the tunnel, 
carrying the shovel. Forty-five minutes later, D-6042 
returns to the attic and reattaches the headset. 


D-6042: | told you. Are you there? 
Dr. Hallard: Yes, we're here. What did you tell us? 
D-6042: I'll show you. This place is - I'll show you. 


D-6042 returns to the tunnel. Halfway along its length, 
the side of the tunnel shows signs of recent digging, 
forming a shallow branch at an angle to the main tunnel. 
Two bones protrude from the earth at knee height. They 
appear similar to human radius and ulna. 


D-6042: See? Do you see that? 


D-6042 uses the shovel to move the loose dirt on the 
tunnel floor. A series of smaller bones are observed, 
presumed to be human carpal, metacarpal and 
phalanges. 


D-6042: Tell me what the fuck is going on? 


Dr. Hallard: | can't. I'm sorry, | don't know what this is. 
We're doing our best. 


recorded but we see no need to abort mission over this. 
Please use precautions when these lapses occur and 
immediately try to raise us should you suspect one so we 
can confirm time since last contact. In addition if radio 
silence is encountered use utmost discretion. 


Fuck. 
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HQ, this is T2L, please repeat? 
T2L, where the flying fist fuck have you been? 
Um...we... we were just talking sir. 
How long ago?! 


S...Sir! Thi...thirty seconds? Maybe fifty? Guys? Yeah, 
less than a minute. 


T2L, please be advised we’ve been out of contact with 
you for sixteen hours, give or take, over. 


S...Sir? That can’t be right, you were just... 


Listen, | don’t know what the shit is going on out there, 
but this is what | want you to do. Get to the bottom of 
those fucking stairs, search the hold, report back as soon 
as you get there, and then get the fuck out, do | make 
myself clear? 


Sir, yes sir! Out! 


D-6042: Your best? 


D-6042 swings the shovel hard into the tunnel face at 
shoulder height, digging erratically. A sharp scraping 
sound is heard. D-6042 swings again, and a large clump 
of earth falls. As it hits the tunnel floor, it breaks open, 
revealing a second human hand, partially decomposed. 
There is a sound of dry retching, and D-6042 retreats 
from the tunnel. Laboured breathing is heard for several 
minutes. 


Dr. Hallard: D-6042? Buddy? Are you okay? 
D-6042: <softly> Please. You need to do more. | can't. 


Dr. Hallard: We're doing it. We can see your GPS signal 
- when you're in the tunnel, at the other end, it's coming 
from in the garden. We have a team coming - they're 
going to start digging down towards you. We'll get you 
out. 


D-6042: Please. You have to. 


Dr. Hallard: We will. But we need you to keep digging up 
towards us. We'll see on the camera what you're seeing, 
and we can use that to see how close we are to finding 
you. 


D-6042: No. No more. Not today. 


Dr. Hallard: Okay, that's okay. We'll start again 
tomorrow. 


D-6042 spent the rest of the day eating and sitting near the 
television. Early on the following morning, as D-6042 was climbing 
to the tunnel entrance, the lights in the house lost power. 
<Elapsed time: 88:20:44> 
D-6042: Jesus! Shit! Can you still hear me? 


Dr. Hallard: |'m still here. 


D-6042: What's going on? What happened? 


Dr. Hallard: We don't know yet, but we can go down to 
the living room and -