smell was far too strong to the point of being nauseating. The candle 
also burns out too quickly to be used as a source of light as well. | 
suppose you could use it as an air freshener, but seeing how 
dangerous fire can be and how hard it is to put out, well, let's just 
say there's a good chance of it coming into contact with a dead body 
somewhere down the line. 


Date: / / 
Test Subject: SCP-586 


Procedure: Ten (10) ml of SCP-447-2 was directly apple to 
SCP-586. 


Results: No noticeable cha-chas to structure, composition, or effect 
of SCP-586 were noted. However, SCP-586 became more violently 
luminescent in its shade of grey, and was reported afterwards to 
smell strongly of mint. 


Notes: "| see no point in continuing this line of zesting, but it is safe. 
Very little chance of dank bodies here." -Dr. 


Date: / / 
Test Subject: SCP-914 


Procedure: One (1) Litre of SCP-447-2 in a cylindrical glass 
container was placed in SCP-914 and "refined" on the "Rough" 
setting. 


Results: Ten (10) cylindrical glass containers, all exactly one-tenth 
the mass of the original container, each holding 100 ml of 
SCP-447-2. 

Notes: "Well, what did you expect?" - Dr. 

Date: / / 

Test Subject: SCP-914 


Procedure: One (1) Litre of SCP-447-2 in a cylindrical glass 
container was placed in SCP-914 and "refined" on the "Coarse" 


Sun is rising. I'm on watch till 8, at least that's 
what the Brasshat said. I've started losing 
track of how much times been passing. 
There's something out there. Something 
lurking out in the mud and dead Huns. Nearly 
dozed off last night, listening to the moans of 
the blighty wounded stuck out in No-man's 
land. Poor bastards got left behind. Saw 
something out of the edge of my vision, 
something big. Couldn't quite make it out, it 
was much darker than usual, overcast sky was 
obscuring the full moon. Heard a couple of 
screams, but whatever it was was gone before 
my flare hit the sky. 


July 30th, 1916 


I've been seeing them at the edge of my 
vision, ever since that first night. They're huge, 
but they move so damn fast that they're gone 
before | can get a clear look. Or at least, that's 
how it was mucking out until today. Thick fog 
and mist rolled in this morning, blanketed 
everything. We figured the Huns might use it to 
launch another push. Bastards have been 
pushing non-stop since the 20th. Saw it, 
through the fog, looked like a shadow, hiding 
in the mist. Some sort of Horse like creature, 
with a something dragging along the ground, 
and a giant lump where the rider would sit... 
cept the lump started moving. Could have 
sworn it was a person, or something that 
looked like a person. Sat up, and the things 
dragging along the ground reached out in front 
of it and picked up something, thought it was a 
couple dead Jerry's...until they started 
squirming. I'll never forget the noise it made. 
Louder than a banshee, shrill and twisted. 


It looked right at me. Two pairs of red glowing 


orbs. 
August 5th 


Brendan calls them Nuckelavees. Won't tell 
me much more than that. Beginning to 
understand why all these blokes looked so 
terrified when | first arrived. 


August 13th 


Bloody hell. Bloody hell. They're nightmares. 
Been on watch two nights in a row, one just... 
appeared right there, right in front of me. 20 
feet, had to be at least 20 feet away. Towered 
into the sky. Got my flare to go off in time to 
see it pick up a couple wounded Jerry's in the 
mud. They don't have bloody skin. There's just 
muscle, and fat. The thing on its back...wasn't 
human, no way could it be human. Had no skin 
either, no legs, just merged straight into the 
horse at the stomach. | took a couple shots at 
it with my rifle...did absolutely nothing, like | 
was shooting it with a sling shot. It stopped 
soon as my flare reached its highest point, and 
turned. Looked straight down at me, both the 
horse and the...thing on its back. /t smiled. 


August 17th 1916 


Been assigned night watch the past four nights 
straight. Tried to tell the brass hat about the 
nuckelavees. Didn't believe me. Said it was 
the shell shock playing with my head. Had to 
put a sock in it, and keep on. 


It Keeps coming back. Every night. Same spot, 
20 feet in front of me. Picks up wounded 
Jerry's, turns and looks...and then it's gone. 
It's playing with me, I'm sure of it. Last night 
there was another one too. Four of those 


things on its back, did the same damn thing. 
7:00 A.M. August 20th 1916 


Jerry's made a big push yesterday. Rained two 
days ago, all day, so the muck was deep. We 
were on the machinegun again in the pillbox. 
So many of them in no-man's land last night, 
couldn't tell the dead from the living. Haven't 
slept in six days. There were five tonight. 
Three of them had more than one of those... 
things on their back. The one that keeps 
coming back...dropped something. Saw it 
shine in the flare light. 


10:00 A.M. August 20th 1916 


Went out into the mud where it appears every 
night. Found Martin's crucifix and tin hat. 


August 20th 1916 


They're getting bold, saw one out in broad 
daylight. Pretty sure it was the same one. 

Buried itself in the mud, just lying there... 

waiting. 


We're going over the top at three. There are 
more out there now...all doing the same 
thing...god help us. 


Official records show that Dave Harkand was declared 
MIA on August 20th, following a failed British 
counterattack against the German trenches. Additional 
queries have revealed that one Brendan O'Malley within 
the same unit was also reported MIA on the same date. 
Harkand's Journal was found 20 feet from the edge of 
the German trenches, two months after he disappeared. 


Incident Log I-3456-032 


Footnotes 


1. Which causes these appendages to drag along the ground during 
the entity's movements. 

2. Common tactics include ambushes, luring, property destruction, 
and psychological manipulation. 

3. Such individuals describe SCP-3456 "stomping" and "breathing", 
in close proximity to where they were concealed, for hours before 
appearing to give up, only to return once they had emerged from 
their place of refuge. 

4. The conditions and exact number of people SCP-3456 requires to 
reach satisfaction are unknown, and appear to vary between 
individual appearances. 

5. British slang for overly enthusiastic. 

6. British slur for the Irish. 

7. British Military slang for a Chaplain. 

8. British slang for paper. 


Incident Log 1-3456-032 


WARNING, ATTEMPTED 
ACCESS DETECTED. 
SCANNING FOR PROPER 
CREDENTIALS. 


CREDENTIALS RECOGNIZED. 
LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE 
GRANTED. 


The following incident details an SCP-3456 manifestation in 
Fukushima, Japan, following the 2011 Earthquake. Several 
Foundation reconnaissance teams were deployed, following the 
evacuation of the city, to assess whether or not the earthquake had 
been caused by an anomaly. SCP-3456 manifested in several 
locations during and shortly after the quake, resulting in 2,562 
missing persons. Foundation reconnaissance personnel were not 
expected to encounter SCP-3456, as manifestations had ceased in 
the prohibited zone 64 hours after the majority of the civilian 
population was evacuated. 


Incident Log I-3456-32 


Foreword: Reconnaissance teams were deployed in 
squads of 4, with one member of each team possessing 
helmet-mounted camera equipment. The following log 
details the events surrounding Squad 3. 3 of the 8 teams 
were noted to have encountered SCP-3456; however, 


the cameras for Squads 1 and 6 were destroyed early 
during interaction with SCP-3456 entities. This log is a 
transcript of the audio and visual feeds between Squad 3 
and Command. Other members of the squad were not 
subject to audio communications between Commander 
Bryans! and the communications officer. 


Begin Log 


[The helmet mounted camera is switched on as the 
reconnaissance squad departs the helicopter transport. 
The street depicted both in front and behind the unit, as 
the camera swerves with the operatives head, is noted to 
have sustained significant structural damage, with many 
visible points where the concrete has buckled or split 
apart. | 


Bryans: This is reconnaissance squad 3, Orange 
Leader. Command, do you read? 


Command: We read you Orange Leader. 


[The feed turns to the left and the right, noting two other 
individuals, each equipped with standard field agent 
equipment.] 


Bryans: Mic check? 

Lopez: Lopez reporting. 

Chou: Check, Check, is this thing working? 
Byers: Reading you loud and clear, Commander. 
[Bryans is seen pointing at the screen.| 


Bryans: Command, is the camera in Byers' helmet 
transmitting? 


Command: We're getting clear transmission from the 
camera. Navigation is sending you coordinates. Agents 
Lopez and Chou have been provided Kant counters. 


Remember, any deviation from the norm is grounds for 
further investigation. Should you encounter an anomaly, 
radio its location and containment teams will be 
deployed. Under no circumstances is your squad to 
engage an anomaly. From this point forward, 
communications with Command will be directed to you. 


Bryans: Roger, Command. 


[The camera tilts slightly downward, pointing at a square 
device on Agent Byers wrist.] 


Bryans: Ok, our target is 3 clicks south. We'll have to 
cross the Arakawa river here. Chou, Lopez, | want those 
Kant counters counting as we're moving. The moment 
those levels look weird, you say something, got it? 


Lopez: Yes sir! 
Chou: Got it. 
Bryans: Byers you stick close to me. 


[For the next 10 minutes, Squad 3 moves through five 
blocks of damaged buildings and roadways, with no 
signs of anomalous activity. ] 


Lopez: Hey boss, my counter just got a huge spike. 


Chou: Was about to say, my needle went all the way 
into the red for about three seconds. 


[Bryans holds up his hand to stop; the reconnaissance 
members stop in the street. Byers moves slowly in a 360 
degree arc as she attempts to locate the source of the 
elevated Hume readings.] 


Bryans: Command, you got all that right? 


Command: We got it Orange Leader. We're not picking 
up anything on the visual or au- 


[At this point Command noted the presence of a dull, 
rhythmic thumping noise. Intensity of the thumps 
indicated a distance of roughly 300 m between the 
source of the disturbance and the camera's microphone.] 


Bryans: Command? 
Command: Please hold your position, Orange Leader. 
Lopez: Boss, do you hear that? 


[The sound is noted to have grown slightly louder, and 
decreased in distance from 300 to 250 meters away.] 


Chou: Sounds like a horse walking on pavement. 


[The camera begins another 360 degree arc as Agent 
Byers scans the surrounding environment. The noise 
abruptly ends after two minutes of continuous increase in 
intensity.] 


[A crash is heard, and the camera swivels 180 degrees. 
Lopez's Kant counter can be seen on the pavement, 
glass shattered.] 


Lopez: Holy shit. 
Chou: Commander... 
Bryans: Command, we might have a problem. 


[The camera pans up from the Kant counter on the 
ground, and captures SCP-3456 standing in an 
intersection 200 m away. The camera zooms in on the 
entity, and Command notes the translucent skin, and 
fused human torso in the middle of the horse's back. The 
torso appears to remain limp and motionless for 
approximately 30 seconds.] 


Bryans: Command, believe we have identified the entity 
responsible for the quake. 


Command: Negative Orange Leader. SCP-3456 is not 
responsible for the earthquake. [The communications 
officer begins talking to one of the higher clearance 
reconnaissance Command officials] O'Donnel! We have 
an SCP-3456 manifestation! 


Bryans: What? That's 3456? What is it doing here? 


[The torso begins to move, slowly straightening into an 
upright position. Its arms begin swinging, damaging or 
destroying several structures around it, and drawing 
Bryans' attention.] 


Command: Orange Leader, Command has authorized a 
UAV drone strike. Move your team out of the street and 
into the high-rise two buildings to your left. 


Bryans: Roger Command. 


[The camera focuses on Bryan for another five seconds 
as he turns to address the squad, before focusing on the 
entity. SCP-3456 has stopped moving its arms. The 
entity turns towards the reconnaissance team. It emits a 
loud vocalization for approximately five seconds. ] 


Command: Orange Leader, get your team out of there! 
It's seen you! 


Bryans points to the side street, and the camera swivels 
in that direction bringing a large high-rise into frame. 


Bryans: Everybody move! Now! 


[The camera begins to shake, and tilts down as Byers 
briefly looks at the ground, before returning to a level 
view. The feed swivels to the left briefly, and captures 
the approaching UAV drone, before swiveling to the 
right. The entity can be seen charging towards the 
squad, appendages reaching towards the screen. The 
UAV drone is seen as a blur by the camera, and there is 
an explosion, as the entity emits a wail and disappears 


beneath a cloud of smoke.] 
Bryans: Will that kill it, Regina? 
Command: No, George. It only slows it down. 


[The squad enters the high-rise, and begins climbing the 
stairs. The camera stops shaking as the squad stops on 
the 8th floor of the building.] 


Bryans: Regina, why the hell is it here. 


Command: [An argument can be heard between the 
communications officer and the head of 
reconnaissance.2] 


[The screen begins vibrating excessively, and the sound 
of SCP-3456 approaching the building can be heard. 
Bryans is seen directing the squad members to the door 
of a large utility closet. As Byers closes the door behind 
them, the video feed displays a shadow blocking out the 
light of the window. ] 


[The camera is switched, temporarily, to night vision by 
Byers. The camera vibrates four more times, before the 
sound of SCP-3456 approaching stops. The entity can 
be heard breathing heavily outside the window. | 


Bryans: Regina, come in Regina. 


Command: [The previously mentioned argument can 
still be heard.] 


Bryans: God Dammit. 


Lopez: Wish we had a way to see what that thing is 
doing out there. 


Bryans: We do have a camera. 


Byers: | am not sticking my head outside that door. 


setting. 


Results: One (1) Litre of SCP-447-2 in a cylindrical glass container. 
All SCP-447-2 recovered in this manner gradually degraded to an 
unknown fluid with similar composition to Tursiops truncatus 
[REDACTED] with a half-life of two hours. 


Notes: "After most of it has sufficiently degraded, | suggest this new 
fluid to be run through similar tests as were conducted before." - Dr. 


Notes (2): Agent R__, head cook at Site- , reports that this new fluid 
has a "simple and rustic" yet "surprisingly compelling" flavor, and 
has requested five (5) litres for culinary use. Request denied. 


Date: / / 
Test Subject: SCP-914 


Procedure: One (1) Litre of SCP-447-2 in a cylindrical glass 
container was placed in SCP-914 and "refined" on the "1:1" setting. 


Results: A dead body. 


Notes: Further cross-testing of SCP-447-2 with SCP-914 has been 
enjoined by order of O5- . 


Date: / / 
Test Subject: Two (2) Litres of | -brand paint primer 


Procedure: 250 ml of SCP-447-2 was mixed thoroughly into the 
paint primer. 


Results: The primer took on a green hue, and started to smell minty. 
The resulting paint was approximately 200% more opaque when 
compared to a different can of primer. 


Notes: This would be marketed in home improvement stores, but the 
chances of a dead body coming into contact with painted surfaces is 
too high, plus the smell of mint is overpowering when a whole room 
is painted with the primer. 


Chou: Hey this is a utility closet right? 

Lopez: Yeah. 

Chou: Byers, is there a broom in here. 

Lens turns to the left, and a broom can be seen. 
Byers: Yeah, right next to you. 

Chou: Toss me your helmet.