Dr. Judith Low: I'll see about getting you 
medical attention. We'll speak again when 
you're feeling better. 


<End Log> 


Closing Statement: A greater success than 
originally anticipated. A sample was gathered 
from the emesis and delivered for analysis. 
Research will be done to see if 
SCP-2133-1-26's comments coincide with any 
known religion or cultural tradition. This region 
has a history of producing and protecting 
unorthodox sects. | strongly advise that we 
enter the church. The Foundation should be 
able to subdue the SCP-2133-1 population 
without much difficulty. 


Exploration: 


Mobile Task Force Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") was able to subdue 
SCP-2133's denizens without casualties to Foundation operatives or 
SCP-2133-1 entities. An exploration team composed of twelve MTF 
Beta-7 operatives were equipped with head mounted radios, video 
recorders, type B hazmat suits and cylinders containing 
uncontaminated air (3 hour supply). After significant incendiary 
damage, SCP-2133-2 tendrils receded into the soil. 


Within the church were several fetishes (fashioned from bone and 
leather) and organic material (later identified as tumorous masses) 
hung by iron hooks and chained to the ceiling. Discovered at the 
center of the building was a large fissure, the entrance to a system 
of caverns beneath SCP-2133 and later determined to extend well 
into the nearby mountains. 


Several organisms, since classified as SCP-2133-3, were 
discovered after approximately 25 minutes of exploration. Due to 
their size and unwillingness to leave, MTF Beta-7 terminated a 
single instance of SCP-2133-3 and retrieved it for autopsy. 


+ Autopsy Report 
Autopsy Report 
Mass: 181.437 kg 
Height: 270 cm 
Age: Unknown 
Cause of Death: Head trauma 


Stomach Contents: Brassica rapa subsp. 
rapa, also known as the white turnip. 


Details: Subject displays an overgrowth of 
fatty tissue and bone, as well as gross physical 
reconfiguration. Organs are swollen and flesh 
shows evidence of repeated incision and 
regeneration. Possibly harvested for meat. 


Tattooed to the epidermis of the left forelimb is 
the letter "P" crossed with a sickle and 
hammer. A common tattoo for operatives of 
the now defunct GRU Division "P". 


After depositing the deceased SCP-2133-3, the expedition team 
replaced their air canisters and returned to the mission. At 
approximately fifty minutes of uneventful exploration, video and 
radio contact were lost without any sign of struggle. Radio contact 
would be reestablished after approximately six hours of silence - 
video feed remained disabled. 


+ Audio Transcript 


Dr. Felsenstein: Is anyone receiving this? Oh 
god, please... somebody answer me! 


Site Command: Felsenstein? We lost you 
hours ago. Where's Myers? We need a status 
update. 


Dr. Felsenstein: Dead. | think. I've been alone 
for awhile now. It got... it got pretty ugly. 
[audible sobs] They're all dead. Or gone. 
There was a scream. | think. Maybe... 
something loud, | felt my bones vibrate. 
Briggs... Oh god. Oh god. Something got him. 
We tried to pull it off. Looked like... | don't 
know. It was long. No idea how long. Slippery. 
And... and... [hyperventilates] | saw a grown 
man pulled into a tiny hole... 


[whispers] I'm a coward. | left them behind... 
ES 


Site Command: They were trained for 
combat. You weren't. You did what you had to 
do. Any estimate on where you are? We can 
send reinforcements. 


Dr. Felsenstein: No. Oh god, please don't. I'm 


nothing but a walking corpse. | slipped into a 
crevice. Think | broke my ankle. Suit tore. The 
air. It sets my lungs on fire. I'm bound to be 
riddled with every disease in this awful shit 
hole. 


Site Command: Try to pull yourself free. Don't 
let the others die in vain. You can still retrieve 
data for us. Give us a better understanding of 
the threat. 


Dr. Felsenstein: Yeah... Yeah. | owe them 
that much, don't I? I'll give it a try. 


Okay. One, two, three... 
[fumbling is audible] Fuck! 
Site Command: Status report. 


Dr. Felsenstein: [a mix of crying and laughter] 
I'm wedged deeper. Too much slime. Too slick 
to get a grip. | slip any further... and I'll be 
crushed. [sound of struggling, heavy breathing; 
there is a crack and a quick gasp for air] 

I'm free. Can't feel my legs. Everything else 
hurts like hell. But I'm free. 


Site Command: Tell me what you see. 


Dr. Felsenstein: I'm really going to die down 
here, aren't I? I'm... I'm at the edge of some 
kind of chasm. | can't see the bottom. This 
place goes deep. | think we might have ended 
up in or under the mountain. The smell is 
putrid. My eyes, my skin - everything burns. | 
think it's the slime. Like rubbing lye in an open 
wound. 


Site Command: I'm glad you're able to stay 
relatively calm. There's still a chance we'll get 


you out of there. 


Dr. Felsenstein: I've never felt pain like this. 
Never been this close to death. Nothing left to 
lose though... so nothing left to fear. Doesn't 
stop the pain. 


Site Command: We're getting reports of 
hostiles on our end. Looks like there were 
some SCP-2133-1 we failed to properly 
secure. Nothing we can't handle. 


Dr. Felsenstein: Going to keep... crawling 
along, | guess? I'm heading down there. 
There's no hope for me anyway. I'll tell you 
what | see. Maybe it'll be enough to convince 
the O5s to raze this place. 


Site Command: Things are getting bad 
topside. We've got hundreds of presumed 
SCP-2133-1 coming from the mountains. 
We're evacuating. Keeping this channel open. 
Everything is being recorded. Describe what 
you see. We'll be back with reinforcements. 


Dr. Felsenstein: Understood. | have my 
orders and you have yours. Godspeed and get 
the hell out of here. 


Site Command: I'm... I'm sorry. We had no 
idea... 


Dr. Felsenstein: You have your orders. 


[site command remains online despite 
evacuation; recording continues] 


[five minutes of heavy breathing, coughing, 
and vomiting] 


I've descended into the chasm. [coughing, 
followed by heaving] The yellow fog is thick. 


The stone is warped and porous. Like the 
inside of a hive. | can't feel anything anymore. 
Don't think I've much time. 


There are eggs. Hundreds. Thousands. Maybe 
more. Hard to see from the floor. | see mounds 
of meat where creatures about... about 
[cough] about the size of cats seem to be 
feeding. They have bodies like grubs. Faces 
like a human infant - about the same size too. 
They don't notice me [cough]... or maybe they 
just don't care. | can't look at those faces 
anymore. Too close to human. Too close. 


There's some sort of structure. Looks like a 
temple. Architecture like nothing I've seen 
before. It's black. [coughs violently] Polished 
yet sharp. The angles... the angles hurt to look 
at. Don't work right. Why am | still moving? 
Why... 


[laughs hysterically] I'm being dragged. 
Roots... tentacles, tendrils... whatever... they 
caught me. I'm completely numb. Didn't even 
notice... ha ha... he... [weeping is heard] The 
gasses... the slime... bleeding out too, | can 
see it. Just a trail of blood... just a... didn't 
even... didn't... why? Why? 


They've not... torn me apart yet. Why? Kill me! 
[pleading weakly] Just kill me and get it over 
with... [shifts between frantic screaming and 
incoherent mumbling] 


There are more down here. More dirty 
peasants. No. Not like the others. Not sickly 
and weak. They are strong. They watch me... 
watch me as I'm dragged along. Staring at me 
with their dead fucking eyes. Fuck.... fuck all 
of you... | can't... | can't breathe. | can't feel... 
[whimpers] What does it want... What does it 


The completed dish looked and smelled similar 
to the results of Test 241-02. Subject was not 
nearly as reluctant to eat the prepared dish, 
declaring it “not bad... not bad at all.” Subject 
did not appear to suffer from any adverse 
effects after eating the dish. During post- 
testing interviews, subject was asked how she 
was able to prepare the Sautéed Scallops 
during this test when the results of the 
previous test were so unappetizing. Subject 
stated that she did not know, only that once 
she started cooking the dish, it became 
perfectly clear to her how to do it. Subject did 
not appear to have any additional knowledge 
of cooking, and even had trouble remembering 
the cooking techniques she used in this test. 


Analysis: There is now little doubt that 
SCP-241 can turn people who know nothing 
about cooking into gourmet chefs, at least for 
the dish that’s being prepared. 


Test 241-11, / /20 


Subject: Subjects 241-E and 241-F were 
chosen from general population. Subject 241 - 
E is known to have an allergy to peanuts. 
Subject 241-F has demonstrated considerable 
skill as a chef. 


Procedure: Subject 241-E was presented 
SCP-241 while closed and instructed to open it 
and choose a recipe. Subject 241-F was then 
instructed to prepare the selected meal from 
SCP-241. The prepared dish was given to 
Subject 241-E, who was then asked to eat it. 


Results: Subject 241-E opened SCP-241 and, 
while looking through the recipes offered, 
stated that all the recipes called for peanuts, 
adding, “peanuts mess me up something 


want... 
An angel... | see an angel... 


She embraces me... with her thousand 
wings... So beautiful... so... 


She is... she's bringing me... to her... to her... 
bare breasts... [static]... |... |... [a rustling 
noise, possibly the sound of the hazmat suit 
(and its equipped radio) being removed] 


[connection lost] 
<End Log> 


« SCP-2132 | SCP-2133 | SCP-2134 » 


SCP-2134: Shelter 


Item #: SCP-2134 
Anomaly Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2134 is kept in solitary 
confinement at Site-27. Direct interaction with SCP-2134 is not 
permitted; all maintenance tasks are either automated or completed 
by SCP-2134 itself. Any images, recordings, etc. of SCP-2134 must 
be sufficiently scrambled to prevent activation of its anomalous 
properties; information not altered in this manner may not be 
accessed by personnel. SCP-2134 is to be monitored solely via 
thermal camera. No communication is permitted. 


Humanoid Self-Harm Prevention Protocol C is in effect for 
SCP-2134. 


Description: SCP-2134 is a human male, age 54, with no pressing 
health concerns. SCP-2134's body possesses a number of 
modifications, most extensively to the neck and face. 


Designs cut into the majority of SCP-2134's skin pose a health risk 
to humans. Viewing any of these designs is invariably fatal; death 
results from degradation of neural pathways over the course of 
seven hours, with associated symptoms in the interim. The markings 
on SCP-2134's face exhibit an accelerated version of this effect: 
death occurs within one hour. These effects are memetic in nature, 
and have been replicated with recreations of the designs. 


SCP-2134's voice exhibits a compulsive memetic effect. Exposed 
humans will invariably be compelled to view SCP-2134, and will 
attempt to persuade others to do the same. They are not compelled 
to spread images of SCP-2134 or recreations of the symbols on its 
skin. 


SCP-2134 is not affected by its own anomalous properties. 


SCP-2134 has extensive classified knowledge regarding the 
Foundation, contained anomalous objects, and the subject of 
memetics. It will exhibit hostile behavior when removed from 
containment for any reason, attempting to affect personnel with its 
anomalous properties until it is confident that it will be returned to 
solitary confinement. 


- Level 4 Access granted. Documents retrieved. 


Recovery: Prior to developing anomalous properties, SCP-2134 
was Dr. Konstantin Krupin, head of Site-27's Memetics Research 
department. Subject had no history of misbehavior beyond several 
citations for violating standard testing protocols. 


On 2007-04-19, security footage indicates that Dr. Krupin was able 
to smuggle a knife from the Site-27 cafeteria past security. After 
printing off a document from his workstation, he accessed an empty 
humanoid containment cell and used the knife to carve the 
aforementioned symbols into his flesh, avoiding major blood vessels 
in the process.! SCP-2134 then used the knife to make several 
alterations to its vocal cords, after which it placed a call to Site 
Security describing its anomalous properties and recommending 
containment by way of solitary confinement, additionally requesting 
medical care. Containment was achieved with acceptable 
casualties. 


Interview 2134-4: This interview was conducted on 2007-07-07. 
SCP-2134 had refused to cooperate with attempts at questioning 
until it was placed in solitary confinement. The interview was 
conducted by Dr. Barley via a text-based communication protocol. 
The logs have not been altered in any respect. 


<Begin Log> 


Dr. Barley: SCP-2134, please respond if you can read 
this. 


SCP-2134: Responding. | guess my attempts to disable 
this computer were as futile as they looked. I'm guessing 
you've put me under a Self-Harm Prevention Protocol to 
keep me from cutting myself up more? 


Dr. Barley: That's correct. 


SCP-2134: Your display name is "Dr. Barley"; is that 
actually you? 


Dr. Barley: Yes. 


SCP-2134: Hey Bill. Could you do me a favor and try to 
get this text chat removed? 


Dr. Barley: why? 
SCP-2134: well 


SCP-2134: You remember when they brought scp-181 to 
the site? 


Dr. Barley: | don't have the clearance to know about 
181. 


SCP-2134: | figured out why all the humanoids are 
depressed, we talk to them like robots :P you KNEW me, 
we were friends, this is what | get? 


SCP-2134: Whatever i'll just tell you, they can give you 
amnestics later. 


SCP-2134: 181 is "lucky" — it passively manipulates 
probability to create unlikely events. Used to be a D- 
Class until it survived three lethal skips, which caught 
"our" attention, and after some testing, we made it a skip. 


SCP-2134: Six months later, they run the numbers, and 
the accident rate at the site he was at was up three-digits 
percent (idk why they blacked that out) since he got 
transferred there. So... 


SCP-2134: ...they put him in total solitary confinement at 
Site-27. It's not my field of study, but | saw the research 
documents, and what | got from them was that the 
probability manipulation operates in 181's favor. Don't 
ask me how they narrowed that down. 


Dr. Barley: Let me guess. 


Dr. Barley: You interpreted the findings as indicating 
that the best situation for SCP-181 was in solitary 
confinement at the Foundation, so you decided to make 
yourself into an anomaly in order to get the same 
treatment. 


SCP-2134: Bingo. 


SCP-2134: It makes sense, too. He got a LIFE 
SENTENCE for gambling fraud. We almost never take 
American prisoners for D-class, but we took him. They 
assigned him to THREE different life-threatening 
anomalies. All conspired to get him contained. 


Dr. Barley: Duly noted. Thank you for this information. 


SCP-2134: Anything for my old buddy Robo-Bill :P And 
for all | know, whatever it is that gets to anyone outside 
of solitary is a meme, so that's why | want you to get rid 
of the text chat. 


Dr. Barley: | did come here to get particular information 
from you, however. Specifically, how you're immune to 
your own properties. 


SCP-2134: not happening 


Dr. Barley: Alright. In that case, we're going to have to 
decrypt your research notes. 


SCP-2134: Yeah, decrypting the research notes of a 
memeticist who carved himself full of memetic kill 
agents. Brilliant idea. 


Dr. Barley: We both know how high-priority research 
into meme inoculation is to Site Command. They 
deemed it a worthwhile risk. Unless you tell us how to 
access the notes safely, of course. 


SCP-2134: At which point you'll reverse-engineer my 


immunity, give it to everyone, and move me to a low- 
security humanoid cell. Not happening. 


SCP-2134: Just give it up, Dr. Barley.