Blowfly gulped air down, and sat down on the floor. Still, no-one was 
moving. He sat there for some time, until the Foundation came to 
pick him up. It was against protocol in every way, but what else 
could he do? He had no back up, no place to return to. All the other 
agents, at least all the ones he knew, were dead. 


He let the agents take him back to one of their facilities, told them 


what had happened. How almost the other agents from his base had 
been killed by some glowing KTE that had made their death into a 
public spectacle. How he’d been one of the only ones still walking 
around when the call had come in to liquidate the politician. 


When he found out that the Foundation thought they were 
overworked, he laughed very hard, and very bitterly. 


Date: 24/11/2081 

Location: 

Response Priority Level: Yellow 

Description: An anomalous and unidentified form of organism, 
outwardly resembling a form of polyp, is discovered having grown 
within a disused tunnel. The organism was shown to recreate 
sounds of human speech and secrete a paralysing and digestive 
agent from vents on its surface when disturbed; this behaviour 
claimed the life of an urban explorer whose companion reported the 
incident to the police. 

Follow-up Operations: Due to the isolated location and the 
stresses placed on attending agents, as well as the fact that most of 
the field agents available in the area involved in two concurrent 
higher priority events, investigation of the incident was delayed and 
the area remained unsecured until late morning on the 14/12/2081, 
by which time it was discovered that the organism had grown 
considerably, resulting in the deaths of two other individuals, both 
local homeless people who had attempted to shelter there overnight. 
Organism classified E-76821. Majority of the organism destroyed, 
with living samples secured for analysis. 


Date: 24/11/2081 

Location: [REDACTED] Morgue 

Response Priority Level: Orange 

Description: Six corpses being held at the [REDACTED] Morgue 
reanimated at approximately the same time. All the entities were 
lucid and communicative, and possessed the memories and 
personalities that they had possessed prior to death. Despite several 
debilitating and lethal injuries being present on the bodies prior to 
the incident, the affected bodies were found to be fully intact, 


healthy, and displaying normal life signs. 

Follow-up Operations: Due to actions undertaken by the staff of 
the Morgue, information regarding the incident had been partially 
revealed to the public, necessitating the dispersal of Class-B 
amnestics. Under the pretence of a quarantine procedure related to 
an unknown pathogen, the area was secured and the six affected 
corpses were transported to Site-16. Following testing, which 
determined the bodies to be otherwise non-anomalous, the entities 
were terminated. 


Date: 24/11/2081 

Location: Motorway 

Response Priority Level: Red 

Description: [DATA EXPUNGED] 

Follow-ups Operations: Though the event did not immediately 
threaten human life, [DATA EXPUNGED] presented a major threat 
to the secrecy of the Foundation. Agents deployed to terminate or 
capture individuals involved. Amnestics proved ineffective in 
eradicating symptoms caused by exposure to the event. 30 
witnesses are terminated and the event is explained as a major 
traffic accident. 


Agent Chard allowed himself a moment to think, even though he 
didn’t particularly want to. After all, he wasn’t going to get the 
chance later. 


He stared down into the amnestics in his hand, two little dirty-beige 
circles sitting in his palm. The doctor responsible for dispensing the 
amnestics had obliged his request for a moment to think, but he 
would have to take them soon. Even now, when it came to looking 
after their employees’ mental health, the Foundation couldn't really 
afford to waste time. 


No counselling sessions or therapy any more — there wasn’t time or 
money to be spared on such matters. They’d replaced human 
sympathy and help with pills a long time ago. Whatever you've seen, 
whatever you did, you make statements, note down all the details, 
then take a pill and forget everything. 


Then you read over the files and suddenly you know what 
happened, but you don’t feel it. They saved the therapy for the real 
problem cases, or the stuff so bad that that gut emotional reaction 
managed to bleed through just through second-hand description. At 
least, that was the idea. Chard had done it before. It seemed to 
work. 


As the chief organiser of the operation, he wanted to be able to 
forget, to shift the responsibility onto something, onto someone, 
else. It didn’t particularly matter that the person was himself. After 
all, it wasn’t as if his past self was going to fight back. 


He knew that he could make the argument anyway, even without the 
amnestics. It was because of the procedures. It was because of the 
pressure he was under. It was because of the day and age he lived 
in. Most of all, he could blame the priority system. 


Although all of these excuses appeared in his mind, Agent Chard 
had to admit some level of guilt. He had mishandled the situation, 
and now multiple people, including other Agents, were dead. He’d 
been the one who rubber-stamped it, and prioritised killing the 
people in the morgue over saving lives. Kritschau and his team were 
probably dissecting them at that moment. 


But at some level, he was responsible. He had to be; otherwise it 
meant that there was nothing he could have done. He refused to let 
himself become a victim of circumstance, however dire those 
circumstances had become. He was an Agent of the Foundation, 
after all- didn’t the Foundation exist to overcome the impossible? 


God, he’d been listening to the propaganda again. Secure, Contain, 
Protect. 


The first two were getting harder by the day, and after today, he 
wasn't sure what the third one was supposed to mean. Was he 
supposed to be protecting humanity, or the interests of the 
Foundation? 


It didn’t matter what the answer was. After all, he wasn't going to 
remember it. He looked up at the doctor. For his part the doctor 
didn’t look particularly impatient. Chard looked at him, and then put 


the pills into his mouth. The man smiled slightly, watched as Chard 
took a swig of water from a plastic cup, and swallowed. 


Later that day Chard sat at his desk and looked over the reports of 
what had happened. Four people dead, six anomalous entities 
terminated, one anomaly contained. The pictures from the tunnels 
were gruesome, but he had seen worse. He tried to summon up a 
twinge of remorse for what had happened, but couldn't. 


He’d done a good job, he thought. Chard slipped the report back into 
its manila folder, and braced himself for the next alert. It couldn't be 
long. 


Date: 31/11/2081 

Location: [REDACTED] 

Response Priority Level: Red 

Description: The residents of the Apartment Building were 
affected by a possible reality warper, believed to have been capable 
of conditioning powerful mental compulsions into those he interacted 
with. Building's residents were eventually implicated in multiple 
counts of murder, theft and assault against individuals known to the 
suspected reality warper, Mr. , whose was arrested for one 
of these charges. 

Follow-up Operations: Following an attack by affected individuals 
on a local police station to free Mr. , Foundation operatives 
were able to confirm Mr. __’s nature, and lay siege to the 
Apartment Building with the intent of neutralising Mr. 

Foundation personnel encountered heavy resistance, but were 
successful in terminating Mr. . Following this, a resident of the 
building is believed to have detonated an explosive device, killing 
approximately 12 Foundation agents and 37 building residents. 


Agent Chard couldn't feel much. He could barely feel how the rain 
pattered down on his face, eliciting brief, tired confusion. But it didn’t 
scald him, and he couldn't feel tiny, wriggling things on his skin any 
more. 


Water trickled down his face, carrying dust into his eyes. It stung, 
but he wasn't able to make much more than minute groans. He tried 


to wipe it away, but his arms didn't seem to want to obey him, and 
besides they hurt more than his eyes. 

He thought back to what had happened, as his clothes started to 
dampen. 


Everyone, it would seem, has a crack in their armour. Some were 
just more obvious than others, like a crippling weakness to being 
shot repeatedly. 


There had been an announcement over the radio that the anomaly 
had been neutralized. Very short, very matter-of-fact, without a hint 
of triumph. Maybe because there wasn't much to celebrate. They 
were just going to face this again the next week, and then again the 
week after that. 


How Agent Chard would have loved to be able to work for the 
Foundation, say, 100 years ago. Then, you could wait months, even 
years before an incident occurred in the area you would be assigned 
to. After a job, you'd be able to say you'd protected someone. Now 
they were just handing fate a rain check. Eventually, there was 
going to be something they couldn't handle. 


He’d heard about some of them. Terrorist attacks were getting more 
frequent, apparently. Natural disasters, too. At least this time there 
actually was an explosion to back up the terrorist angle. Some poor 
bastard had been duped, tricked or forced into wearing a bomb, and 
he had set it off as soon as he realized his lord and master had 
snuffed it. At least, that was what Chard guessed. The heat, the roar 
and the sudden pain all matched that description. He wasn't sure 
how far he’d been thrown by the blast, or whether he had hit his 
head. 


The bomb had also blown out the roof, and as he opened his eyes 
slightly, he could make out the gaping black hole in the ceiling. 
Blurry, indistinct shapes on the floor, the right shape for slumped 
human bodies. Raindrops fell into his eyes, and he had to clench 
them shut again. 


He could hear noises, muted though they were, from somewhere 
nearby. Maybe they had sent someone to find him. He hoped they 
would come quickly. He didn't know how much more time he, or the 


Foundation, had left. 


| Hub | 


Himinbjérg 


Abstract: Contact was lost with Site-19 on 2 February 
2087, following the initiation of a Category 5 
(“Catastrophic”) Containment Breach Lockdown. 
Amalgamate Task Force 4 (“Gdtterdammerung”) was 
dispatched to detonate the on-site warheads and recover 
survivors, as per the Lifthrasir Protocol. 


< BEGIN LOG > 

Sturluson: Status check. We all good? 
Wagner: Check. 

Lindow: Yep. 

Byock: Think so. 

Jarvis: Correct. 


Sturluson: Right. Let's get this done quick — Nineteen 
isn’t going to be as friendly as usual. 


Jarvis: The morale of Site Nineteen staff is not relevant 
to this mission. 


Lindow: Just open the damn door, Jarvis. 


ATF 4 enter Site-19 via a side-entrance connected to the 
site cafeteria. The cafeteria shows signs of use from 
prior to the lockdown initiation. Jarvis closes and re- 
engages the lock behind them. 


Lindow: Great. 


Sturluson: What? 


when they are present in or around SCP-695 infested waters. 
SCP-695 will enter the body via the mouth, nose, anus, and urethra. 
Once inside the body, SCP-695 will infest the nervous and 
reproductive system and begin gestation into the adult form. This 
process typically takes between two to three weeks, and coincides 
with the compromising of the nervous system. 


Infested subjects will begin to experience twitching, burning, intense 
thirst, light sensitivity, auditory/visual hallucinations, and increased 
aggression. Subjects will begin to experience a steady increase in 
libido, coupled with a swelling of the genitals. SCP-695, after 
reaching maturity, will begin spawning within the body, with eggs 
migrating to the urethral canal after being laid. Genital swelling will 
progressively increase with the build-up of eggs, and cases of tissue 
rupture have been noted. During the spawning period, SCP-695 will 
consume blood and nerve tissue from the host body. 


When an SCP-695 host encounters a human female, SCP-695 will 
begin to exude several chemical compounds directly to the nervous 
system and bloodstream. Hosts will experience a massive increase 
in both aggression and libido, which most often results in the violent 
assault of the female. Hosts will attempt to sexually violate the 
female subject, which will cause a release of SCP-695 eggs into the 
female subject. Hosts will typically release 2-3 liters of eggs before 
breeding ceases. At the end of breeding, adult SCP-695 will begin to 
die off. Due to the necrotic tissue inside the host body, and the loss 
of SCP-695 created chemicals, the host will typically die within 24 
hours of the final spawning. 


SCP-695 eggs entering the female host will migrate to the digestive 
and reproductive systems. There, they will adhere and begin to 
gestate, hatching in 48-72 hours. Larval SCP-695 appear as long, 
thread-like worms between 4-8 centimeters in length, and may be 
visible in stool or vaginal secretions. SCP-695 will feed on tissues, 
blood and other body components, causing internal bleeding, 
abdominal pain, and infection. SCP-695 larvae will reach the 
juvenile stage after 72 hours, with progressive swelling and extreme 
discomfort in the abdominal area due to both feeding and physical 
size increase of the SCP-695. 


After 72 hours, juvenile SCP-695 will begin exiting the body. In many 


Lindow: Spag’ and bol’. Every time there’s a chance for 
me to have spag’ and bol’, I’m busy with something. 


Wagner: Probability anomaly. They're common 
nowadays. 


Byock: What, do you have one? 
Wagner: I’ve had one for a long time. 
Lindow: What is it? 

Wagner: Women. 


Jarvis: Incorrect. There are no records of Agent Wagner 
hosting any anomalous phenomena. Agent Lindow is 
also present. 


Sturluson: Jarvis? 
Jarvis: Yes, Agent Sturluson. 
Sturluson: Humour. 


ATF 4 exit the cafeteria and navigate toward the Site-19 
research wing, via the staff quarters. 


Wagner: The doors should be closed. 


Jarvis: Containment breach lockdown procedures 
necessitates the manual closing and locking of all 
doorways to restrict movement of anomalous entities. 


Lindow: Manual? Can't the system close all the doors? 


Jarvis: Site-19 does not feature a remote door control 
network. 


Sturluson: It’s because of the digital anomalies stored 
here, like twenty-five twenty-two and fifty-six seventy- 
nine. Can’t risk them getting control. 


Byock: Is it safe for Jarvis to be with us? Couldn’t he go 


full Hatbot on us? 


Jarvis: Incorrect. | have not interfaced with the Site-19 
network and cannot be accessed without physical 
connection. 


Sturluson: If we destroyed Hatbot and Penny Royal, 
would it — 


Wagner: This door’s been forced. 
Lindow: What? 


Agent Wagner points to a doorway. The bulkhead door 
has been crumpled to one side. A corpse is visible 
several metres ahead. 


Lindow: Her head is on backwards. 

Agent Wagner searches the corpse. 

Wagner: Her neck has been broken. 

Lindow: No shit. She got ID? 

Wagner: Donna Lystrae. 

Jarvis: Doctor Donna Lystrae catalogued as deceased. 
Byock: Lets uh, get moving before we’re next. 
Sturluson: Lets. We'll go to item storage first. 


ATF 4 navigates toward Site-19’s item storage wing. All 
doors are open, or are crumpled aside to allow access. 
Multiple corpses of on-site personnel are encountered, 
with varying causes of death. Agent Byock is forced to 
stop after encountering a D-class fused with an interior 
wall. Despite signs of containment breaches, no 
uncontained anomalies are encountered. 


Lindow: Hey, hold up. This door’s closed. 


Byock: Isn't this Shapey’s room? 


Wagner: Yes. Looks like this door has been damaged to 
stop it from opening.