Addendum 2: Following testing which confirms Dr. 
O'Dwyer's hypothesis and the subsequent establishment 
of effective containment protocols saving the lives of 
almost 200 researchers, O'Dwyer has been nominated 
for promotion to Co-Director of Site 91 upon his return to 
work. 


As of 23/05/1950, Dr. O'Dwyer has been 
redesignated SCP-2559- 1-74 and should be 
referred to as such in all documentation. Its 
history does not warrant a break of protocol. 
We know in retrospect that use of placebo 
memetic inoculation can do more harm than 
good. While SCP-2559-1-74's actions 


happened to be successful in this instance, it 
should not encourage other researchers to act 
similarly rashly. - 4-91-4 


Incident Report 2559-36: 


25/12/1995 - At 04:17, Nurse Profio (1-91-7538) reports dizziness 
and confusion in three contained instances. At 05:07, 
SCP-2559-1-155 suffers major seizure and dies - stroke is later 
attributed to undiagnosed hydrocephaly. At 05:10, SCP-2559-1-139 
and SCP-2559-1-147 also suffer fatal stroke. Dr. Rammelkamp 
(2-91-500) and Dr. Krynick (2-91-549) are called from their sleeping 
quarters to assist with treating patients as six more instances suffer 
stroke. Between 05:12 and 05:48, all contained instances suffer 
major hydrocephalic stroke. Dr. Rammelkamp and Dr. Krynick 
succeed in saving three instances through emergency fluid drainage 
procedures. At 06:55, all three living instances suffer major cardiac 
arrest and die. 


26/12/1995 - An unscheduled outbreak occurs in Chenggong, 
Taiwan. MTF u-4 perform a successful containment with 153 civilian 
casualties and 30 sur2559ng instances of SCP-2559-1. In light of 
the apparent link between unprecedented total loss of contained 
instances and unscheduled breakout, Procedure 555-Vineyard is 
proposed and implemented following review by the Ethics Council. 


Incident Report 2559-40: 

SCP-2559-1-395, formerly Junior Researcher Sai, was noted to 
have developed unusually patterned pigmentation on the back of its 
left hand. Instance was revived from a medical coma for interview. 


+ Access Interview Log 2559-13 


Date: 29/10/2013 

Interviewed: SCP-2559-1-489 

Interviewer: Junior Researcher Ken Jonah 
(2-91-355) 

Foreword: Instance suffers aphasia as a 
result of left-brain stroke (see Medical Report 
2559-1 -489-7). Dr. Nguyen, who who 
specialises in speech and language therapy, 


sits in to assist and translate. 
Dr. Jonah: Good morning, SCP-2559-1-498. 


SCP-2559-1-489: Eye. Eyes. My... aim. 
Mmmname. 


SCP-2559-1-489 shakes its head 
Dr. Jonah: Your name? 
SCP-2559-1-489: Yuh. Eyes. 


Dr. Nguyen: Its name is Vihaan Sai, Ken. It 
would be reasonable to use that instead of its 
designation, here. No use hindering 
communication even further. 


Dr. Jonah: Right, yes. Vinaan, do you 
remember that you were infected with 
SCP-2559 in January of 2013? 


SCP-2559-1-489 nods slowly 
SCP-2559-1-489: | go to biro. Birus. 


Dr. Jonah: Good. Thanks you. You've been, 
uh, sleeping since then. Big sleep. 


Dr. Nguyen: Don't talk down to it, Ken. It 
understands what you're saying, just keep 
your sentence structure basic. 


Dr. Jonah: Right, right. My apologies, Vihaan. 
SCP-2559-1-489 gives a thumbs up gesture 
SCP-2559-1-489: Ogay. It's... ogay. 


Dr. Jonah produces a diagram of 489's hand 
markings 


Dr. Jonah: Vihaan, does this diagram mean 


anything to you? 
SCP-2559-1-149 nods enthusiastically 


SCP-2559-1-489: Yah! And the... uhhh... 
Duck. Mnnn... duck. 


SCP-2559- 1-489 gestures, bringing its hands 
together and opening them upward 


Dr. Jonah: Book? This is from a book? 
SCP-2559- 1-489 nods 

SCP-2559-1-489: Duck. For mmmy famistry. 
Dr. Jonah: Famistry? 


SCP-2559-1-489: Yus. Uhh, mmno. Mmmn, 
ny... 


SCP-2559-1-489 raises its hand, beginning to 
gesture to it. It notices the markings on its 
hand and exclaims. It attempts to stand from 
its wheelchair and falls to the ground 


[UNIMPORTANT DIALOGUE REMOVED] 


Dr. Nguyen: Are you comfortable continuing 
the interview, Vihaan? 


489 nods 


Dr. Jonah: That's wonderful, Vihaan, thank 
you. Could you try to tell me what you were 
saying before? Something about family? 


SCP-2559-1-489 shakes its head, then points 
to its palm 


SCP-2559-1-489: Mmpuh. Puh. Mmmn... 
famistry. 


Dr. Nguyen: Palmistry? 

SCP-2559- 1-489 exclaims and claps 
SCP-2559-1-489: Yah! Nnff... dah. Duck. 
Dr. Jonah: A palmistry book? 
SCP-2559- 1-489 nods 


SCP-2559-1-489: Going in... mmnn... desk. 
Reading mmn mornim. Every mor... ning. 


Dr. Jonah: That's very good, Vihaan. Thank 
you very much. 


Dr. Jonah turns to speak toward security 
camera 


Dr. Jonah: Guys, do we have her stuff 
anywhere? 


SCP-2559-1-489's personal effects are 
retrieved from Storage Locker 17 and brought 
to the interview room. With some assistance, 
SCP-2559-1-489 retrieves a copy of Basics of 
Palmistry, Vol. 5 (Five Towers Publishing, 
2005) and opens it to page 49 


SCP-2559-1-489: Say mmmn. They wuh... 
same. 


SCP-2559-1-489 lays its hand over a diagram 
of a hand on page 49. Locations of important 
lines, symbols and areas in diagram correlate 
exactly to markings on SCP-2559- 1-489's 
hand 


SCP-2559-1-489: Same. 


SCP-2559-1-489 begins to cry 


[INTERVIEWER CHOSE TO END 
INTERVIEW AT THIS TIME} 


Notes: Examination of the 12 other instances at the time 
revealed warping of Blaschko's lines to form patterns in 4 
instances. As these patterns appear to follow the 
patterning of their hospital gowns, policy has been 
updated to include plain clothing for instances and 
medical personnel working in Site 91. 


Shortly after receiving its thiopental injection, 
SCP-2559-1-489 suffered a fatal cardiac arrest. This has 
been attributed to stress resulting from its revival. 


Incident Report 2559-41: 

A breakout in Mystic, Conneticut went unnoticed for almost a month, 
in part due to unusually subtle initial symptoms - most citizens 
believed it to be the common cold. On 6/12/13, Ernie Becker, the 
town doctor, contacted the CDC to report a highly infectious illness 
with severely sudden onset of fatal symptoms, with 80-90% of the 
townspeople infected. Foundation watchdogs picked up the activity 
and MTF u-4 were activated. 


+ Access Interview Log 2559-15 


Interviewed: Samuel Barnes (MTF-u-4-37) 
Interviewer: Dr. Lloyd Quaile (8-91-102) 
Time/Date: 01:00 AM, 9/12/2013 


<Begin Log> 


Dr. Quaile: Alright, Private, | just need to get 
your debrief and then I'll be out of your hair. 
How are you feeling? Do you need anything 
sent to your room? 


Pvt. Barnes: No thank you, Doctor. I'd like to 
just get this over with. | mean, no offense, just- 


Dr. Quaile: None taken. Let's start at the 
beginning - your landing was somewhat 


unusual? 


Pvt. Barnes: Yeah, it was. We couldn't find 
anywhere within the town to land all the 
choppers, so Commander Steele instructed us 
in Chopper Three to land in the town square 
and work outward while the rest of them set 
down in a field about five klicks out, set up a 
perimeter. Wasn't any chain of command 
between us, so Steele put me in charge, | 
guess for previous experience. Stuff was pretty 
quiet when we landed. | don't remember 
seeing anyone around until after we'd set up 
the bio gear and headed out. 


Dr. Quaile: Bio gear? 


Pvt. Barnes: Y'know - hazmat suits, shit like 
that. Goddamn heavy stuff. Chief Medical told 
us it was only a precautionary measure, but 
better safe than sorry, | guess. 


Dr. Quaile: Couldn't agree more, Samuel. 
What did you see once you did set out? 


Pvt. Barnes: Stiffs, mostly. A good number of 
homeless folks who hadn't made it through the 
night. Handful of brave souls who's tried to 
make it through work while everyone took a 
sick day. | had Hide and Beef on bagging duty, 
so | didn't get a good look, but a lot of them 
looked like their necks were all swollen up. 


Dr. Quaile: That's consistent with the medical 
report. Many instances presented with goitres 
this wave. 


Pvt. Barnes: Goitres, yeah. Heard Hodgeson 
mention that, the med guy. Goy -turs. 
Shouldn't the S be silent? 


Dr. Quaile: The debrief, Private Barnes. 


Pvt. Barnes: Yessir. We, uh, we found some 
live ones too, once we started knocking down 
doors. Some of them only barely hanging on. 
Lots of places we found trashed - food all over 
the kitchens, paper covering the floors. We 
couldn't figure out why. Guess it makes sense 
now. All the quarantine pods were with the 
other team, so we just escorted the ones who 
could walk to the rendezvous point while 
Hodgeson and the bagging crew stretchered 
those who couldn't back to the town square. 


Dr. Quaile: And it was on the way to the 
rendezvous when you noticed the library, yes? 


Pvt. Barnes: Uh huh. Frogger heard it first, | 
think. Big commotion coming from around 
there. | decided we'd bring the infected to the 
rendezvous first, then head over. Turned out 
they were right beside each other, anyway. | 
radio'd it in and Steele gave me the all clear, 
since they were still about two klicks out. | left 
Macks and Epi to keep an eye on the infected, 
brought Frogger, Drip and Iggsie with me to 
investigate. 


Barnes pauses for a moment, taking a deep 
breath 


Pvt. Barnes: It was chaos when we went in. 
Must have been two, three hundred civilians 
there, all obviously infected. They were fighting 
each other over the books. Physically 
attacking each other. The number of bodies on 
the ground, not all of them died from the 
infection, you know? 


Dr. Quaile: What were they doing with the 
books, once they had them? 


Incident Report I-286-5: 


SCPs involved: SCP-286, SCP-286-1, 
SCP-286-2, SCP-435-1 


Date: 03/11/20 


Location: SCP-286's containment area, 
Site-19 


Description: At 05:31 UTC, standard security 
monitoring SCP-286's containment area 
detected the unauthorized presence of Dr. S 
S__,a Foundation researcher temporarily 
assigned to Site-19, most recently assigned to 
the study of SCP-435.12 All experimentation 
on SCP-286 had been suspended for the 
preceding eight months, and no activity with 
the object had been approved. A security team 
was dispatched, reaching Dr.S asshe 
entered SCP-286’s containment area. Upon 
arrival, the security team discovered the 
presence of Dr.L W_ ,aresearcher assigned 
to SCP-286, already seated behind the “dark” 
side of SCP-286. SCP-286 showed the signs 
of already being in a Sigma state. Both 
researchers showed behavioral anomalies 
consistent with SCP-286-1 and SCP-286-2. 
Believing an unauthorized experiment was 
underway, the security team restrained Dr. 

S__ before she could seat herself at SCP-286. 
In response, Dr. L_ stood and vocalized what 
has been identified as a Vulgate Latin words 
for “Grand forfeit.” The Sigma state concluded 
at 05:45 UTC. Neither researcher could 
provide any explanation of how they were 
affected by SCP-286. Dr. S ___ last recollection 
was having a cup of coffee at a staff 
commissary on the other side of the Site-19 
complex from SCP-286, while Dr. L reported 
that he had been reading e-mails in his office 


Pvt. Barnes: Eating them. Fucking gorging 
themselves. Ripping out pages and shoving 
them in their mouths. Those who weren't 
fighting were grabbing scraps from the floor, 
chewing on discarded covers. | don't get it, 
doctor - we were told this infection didn't affect 
behaviour. 


Dr. Quaile: Let's just continue with the 
interview, Private. 


Barnes mutters something unintelligible 


Pvt. Barnes: Jesus, yeah, let's get this over 
with. 


Dr. Quaile: Let's. 


Pvt. Barnes: Initially things went well, | guess. 
The activity seemed to be centred around a 
big pile of books in the middle. There was an 
infected, a big dude, fighting off anyone who 
came near. I'd say he was late twenties, early 
thirties. We decided to deal with the rest of the 
infected first, thin them out. A lot of the weaker 
ones we were able to just drag out. Couple 
required more coersion, some chloroform. 
Chloroform didn't work on all of them, so 
Frogger and | ended up restraining a lot of 
them. Everything went wrong when Drip had 
the bright idea to tell them there were more 
books outside. Caused a damn stampede. | 
got Iggsie and Drip to head outside with the 
horde, try to corral them toward the 
rendezvous. | was hoping Steele and the rest 
would have arrived by then, could deal with it. 
Frogger must have misheard because he 
headed out too, through a window. Fucking 
Frogger. 


Dr. Quaile: And you were left alone, with the 


infected? 


Pvt. Barnes: It wasn't too bad, honestly. | kept 
out of the way and they mostly ignored me. A 
couple of them asked me for help, | just told 
them they'd find it outside. When the dust 
cleared... Well, there was only one infected 
left to deal with. The big guy. Didn't seem like 
he'd even noticed the stampede. Took a swing 
at me when | approached, though, crossed 
whatever line in the sand he'd established. | 
decided to play it safe, trang him before things 
got nasty. That went ok - | think he sprained 
my wrist, but small beans, really. 


Barnes rubs his right wrist, takes a few 
moments before continuing 


Pvt. Barnes: When he eventually fell, though, 
| heard something. Someone. Under the pile of 
books. | started digging, found a young 
woman. I'd estimate eighteen, nineteen. 
Obviously in distress. It looked like she'd, uh, 
like she'd pissed herself at some point. When 
she saw the big guy on the ground, she started 
screaming, attacked me... 


Dr. Quaile: Private Ingwar - Iggsie - reported 
that you weren't fighting back when she found 
you. 


Pvt. Barnes: | couldn't, doctor. | froze. She 
wasn't wearing much, just a nightgown, you 
could tell- 


Dr. Quaile: Yes? 


Pvt. Barnes: You could tell she was pregnant. 
| just couldn't. 


Dr. Quaile: Your record shows you've 


successfully subdued pregnant women before. 
Mkwiro, Kenya? 


Pvt. Barnes: Yeah, but this woman... | 
couldn't help wondering - what if it had been 
my wife? My kid? 


Dr. Quaile: You don't have a wife or child, 
Private. 


Pvt. Barnes: | - Right, yeah. No, of course not, 
just - | don't know, | guess | wasn't thinking 
straight. This woman, she wasn't that strong, 
but she managed to tackle me to the ground, 
get my hood off. When Iggsie came in, she 
had no choice but to treat me as exposed - not 
that I'm saying she'd have tried to cover it, or 
anything. 


Dr. Quaile: You don't feel any resentment 
toward her? Feelings of betrayal? 


Barnes frowns and hesitates before answering 


Pvt. Barnes: It is what it is. I'd have done the 
same. Like | said before, better safe than 
sorry. 


Dr. Quaile: | suppose | still agree. Would you 
be alright talking about your experience in 
quarantine? 


Pvt. Barnes: Yeah, of course. You wanna 
hear about the markings, right? 


Dr. Quaile: Yes, but tell me about quarantine 
first. Did you feel you were treated correctly? 


Pvt. Barnes: Perfectly. Everyone followed 
protocol to the letter. They noticed me, 
obviously, but nobody panicked or tried to rush 
me through. Processed me like all the other 


infected. | went through with the same batch 
as the woman, though she was pretty out of it - 
| guess Iggsie had hit her pretty hard with the 
dopey gas. When they got us to strip, | noticed 
what | thought was a birthmark on her, uh, left 
breast. | didn't wanna, y'know, stare, but it 
definitely looked unusual. It was only when | 
got into the pen that | noticed another guy with 
the exact same mark, just left of the thingy, the 
sternum. It was the fucking, y'know... 


Barnes makes a circle motion in the air with 
his finger, but does not continue 


Dr. Quaile: Please tell me what you saw, in 
your own words. 


Barnes rocks in his seat, agitated. 


Dr. Quaile: Private, are you going to answer 
my- 

Pvt. Barnes: The logo, doctor!