While on patrol in SCP-3219's exclusion zone, a park 
ranger reported discovering a set of doors partially 
buried in the ground. He described "scratching noises" 
coming from beneath them. Upon opening the doors, he 
encountered a set of stairs and a "horrible stench". He 
then closed the doors and reported the incident to his 
commanding officer. A later search conducted by 
multiple rangers failed to locate any doors or stairs in the 
area. 


INCIDENT SUMMARY 


INCIDENT #: 3219-0219 
DATE OF OCCURRENCE: 17/06/1952 


Four members of the Bonafede family were reported 
missing after failing to return home from a camping trip 
planned within South Mountains State Park. Park 
rangers cooperated with local police to organize a search 


party. 


On the first day, hunting dogs led the search party to the 
edge of SCP-3219. The dogs refused to enter 
SCP-3219; furthermore, the search party described 


several incidents of dizziness, lost time, and erratic 
behavior among nearby wildlife. 


On the third day, two members of the search party 
disappeared. Shortly after this incident, the Sutherland 
sheriff's office ordered all workers to continue the search 
for the Bonafede family in a region adjacent to 
SCP-3219. After a three month long investigation, no 
traces of the Bonafede family or the two missing rescue 
workers were found. 


INCIDENT SUMMARY 


INCIDENT #: 3219-0397 
DATE OF OCCURRENCE: 15/11/1971 


Residents of Sutherland and surrounding communities 
reported numerous pollutants in their water. These 
pollutants were accompanied by the smell of rancid 
meat. Tests carried out by local and state officials found 
the presence of numerous toxins, including an 
abundance of decomposing organic matter from an 
unidentified source. No cause for this infiltration was 
determined. 


After three weeks with no potable water, a high-level 
state official requested Foundation involvement. The 
ensuing investigation led to the identification and 
designation of SCP-3219 as an anomaly, followed by the 
establishment of its current exclusion zone (and the 
evacuation of Sutherland). Two months later, tests 
performed upon water drawn from Sutherland found no 
notable pollutants. 


Addendum 3219.2: Exploration Logs 
> ACCESS SCP:/3219/exploration/054.log 
EXPLORATION LOG 


for a single two (2) hour activity period daily with approval from the 
senior researcher on duty. No more than four (4) members of the 
colony are to be removed at any given time. Transport of a single 
SCP-410 colony member should be facilitated by no fewer than two 
(2) Class 2 entomology staff using only an approved SCP-410 
transport module to do so. The current SCP-410 transport modules 
are 20 x 20 x 20cm transparent acrylic glass containers perforated 
with twelve (12) 1mm ventilation holes and each featuring a hinged 
lid equipped with a simple latch. 


Description: SCP-410 is a colony of fourteen (14) individual beetles 
(designated Scarabaeus scriptor by staff coleopterist Dr. 
Langstrom), each measuring approximately 5cm and possessing a 
carapace color variation from light blue to deep emerald green. A 
visual examination reveals nothing distinctive from other members of 
the genus Scarabaeus with regards to their appearance (number of 
legs, wings, eyes, etc). Dissection of a single member of the colony 
by a trained coleopterist showed no discernible anomalies in internal 
morphology with the exception of a small additional organ 
(designated the "scriptorgan” by Dr. Langstrom) capable of 
producing a variety of fluids both caustic and inert. It is worth noting 
that following the death and dissection of this member of the colony, 
a "replacement" beetle larva was seen fourteen (14) days later and 
grew to full maturity within one month. 


Members of SCP-410 appear to subsist entirely on inscribed 
language; more specifically, on syntactical, orthographical, and 
grammatical errors found in any form of writing physically inscribed 
on any surface by any currently available method. SCP-410 has no 
effect on electronic displays or digitized data. Consumed writing 
disappears from the surface of whatever material it has been 
inscribed upon. Between eighteen (18) and twenty-two (22) minutes 
following a feeding, SCP-410 will excrete "corrected" writing; 
inscribing it by unknown means back upon the surface from which 
the errors were consumed. To date, all corrections made by 
SCP-410 have been evaluated as 100% accurate by both staff and 
independent orthographers and linguists. 


Individually, members of SCP-410 each seem to be able to 
consume and correct an approximate maximum of twenty-five 


DATE: 17/03/1981 
TEAM: D-311366 (D-ALPHA) 


[BEGIN LOG] 


[Camera feed displays a wooded path. It is 
mid-morning. There is a light mist obscuring 
the distance.] 


D-ALPHA: Uh. Okay. Hello? This thing 
working? 


RADIO: We hear you, Alpha. Getting your 
feed. 


D-ALPHA: Okay. 
RADIO: Proceed forward. 
D-ALPHA: Okay. 


[D-ALPHA proceeds forward, moving along 
the trail.] 


D-ALPHA: So, am | just — just following the 
trail, right? 


RADIO: That's right. 
D-ALPHA: Okay. 


[D-ALPHA continues along the trail for several 
minutes.] 


D-ALPHA: How long is — how far do | have to 
go? 


RADIO: To the end of the trail. 


D-ALPHA: How far is that? 


RADIO: Not far. Just about a ten minute hike. 
D-ALPHA: Okay. 


[The camera jerks forward; D-ALPHA stops 
and turns, looking back. The tether connecting 
to her is taut, snagged on a rusted, broken 
piece of two-inch pipe jutting out from the edge 
of the path.] 


D-ALPHA: The hell? That wasn't — 


[D-ALPHA's hand grabs and tugs the tether 
several times. It comes loose, and goes slack.] 


D-ALPHA: This thing — I'm still connected to 
this rope, right? 


RADIO: That's right. 
D-ALPHA: Okay. Good. Okay. 


[The camera turns back to the path; D-ALPHA 
resumes walking.] 


[D-ALPHA stops.] 

RADIO: Is everything alright? 

D-ALPHA: Do you hear that? 

RADIO: | don't hear — 

D-ALPHA: You don't hear that? You don't — 


[D-ALPHA resumes walking along the path, 
now moving faster.] 


D-ALPHA: It sounds like — it sounds like 
someone yelling? 


RADIO: | don't hear anything. One second. 
One second. Let me check — 


D-ALPHA: It sounds like somebody yelling. 


RADIO: Let me check the audio feed, alright? 
One second. 


[D-ALPHA starts running along the path.] 


D-ALPHA: (shouting) Hey! Hey, someone out 
there? You alright? Hey! 


RADIO: Don't — 
D-ALPHA: (shouting) Hello? 


[D-ALPHA stops moving. Heavy breathing can 
be heard.] 


RADIO: Alpha, please don't do that. 


D-ALPHA: (whispering) Shh. Be quiet. I'm 
trying to — 


[D-ALPHA stops breathing for a moment.] 
[D-ALPHA resumes breathing.] 
D-ALPHA: The fuck? 


RADIO: Please don't run, Alpha. We need you 
to just stay quiet and focus on the path. 


D-ALPHA: The fuck. | don't hear — anything. 


RADIO: You're almost at the end. | just need 
you to — 


D-ALPHA: | don't hear anything. No birds. No 
bugs. Nothing. | swear to God | heard 
someone yelling but now — and before, | don't 
think | heard anything, either. Nothing. 


RADIO: Please focus on the path. 


D-ALPHA: The fuck is up with this place? 
RADIO: Just keep going. 
D-ALPHA: Yeah. Right. Yeah. 


[D-ALPHA resumes walking. Her pace is now 
significantly faster.] 


D-ALPHA: | heard yelling. It was distant, but | 
know | heard yelling. 


RADIO: I'm going over your audio feed now. 
I'm not picking up anything unusual. 


D-ALPHA: | know what | heard. 
RADIO: | believe you. Just keep going. 


[The camera turns to look back. The path and 
tether are still visible, as is the fog.] 


D-ALPHA: Yeah. 


[The camera turns back to the path. D-ALPHA 
continues forward for several more minutes.] 


[D-ALPHA continues in silence for 
approximately fifteen minutes.] 


D-ALPHA: How close am |? | feel like I've 
been walking for a while. 


RADIO: You should be... hold on. 
[D-ALPHA stops walking.] 


RADIO: Alright. Hold on. Just checking to 
make sure the tether is still connected outside. 
Yes, it's still connected. We're good. You 
should be close, now. 


D-ALPHA: Okay. Okay, | — 


[D-ALPHA resumes walking. After several 
steps, she sees the shape of something in the 
fog ahead.] 


D-ALPHA: | — hey. Hey! Is someone there? 
Hey! 


[D-ALPHA walks forward quickly. The shape is 
revealed to be a camp-site, including a brown 
tent. The tent has partially collapsed, and has 
a large tear across it] 


D-ALPHA: What is this? 
RADIO: Examine the tent, please. 
D-ALPHA: Yeah. Sure. Right. 


[D-ALPHA crouches down on her knees to sift 
through the tent. The tent appears fairly old; 
dirt has settled over it. There are several 
empty sleeping bags inside. As she sorts 
through its contents, she picks up a glass 
baby-bottle complete with tattered nipple.] 


D-ALPHA: The hell? 

RADIO: Is there anything else? 
D-ALPHA: | don't — 

[D-ALPHA stops moving.] 

RADIO: What is it? 

D-ALPHA: (whispering) What the fuck? 
RADIO: Alpha? What — 


[D-ALPHA stands up and tilts her shoulder- 
mounted camera back. Objects can be seen 
dangling several meters above from tree 


branches; they include several satchels, a 
hiking pack, and numerous articles of 
clothing.] 


D-ALPHA: (whispering) The fuck did you 
people get me into? 


RADIO: Relax. Can you reach any of the — 
D-ALPHA: Fuck you. I'm coming back. 
RADIO: Alpha, we need you to — 


[D-ALPHA turns, following the tether behind 
her.] 


D-ALPHA: Fuck you. 
RADIO: Please stop. 
D-ALPHA: I'm coming back. 


[END LOG.] 


NOTE: D-311366 returned without further 
incident. She was transferred off-site following 
a warning and reprimand. 


> ACCESS SCP:/3219/exploration/055.log 
EXPLORATION LOG 
DATE: 21/03/1981 
TEAM: D-52189 (D-ALPHA), D-91064 (D- 
BETA) 
[BEGIN LOG.] 


[Camera feed displays a wooded path. It is 


mid-morning. There is a light mist obscuring 
the distance.] 


D-ALPHA: Alright, we clear? 
D-BETA: Yeah. 


RADIO: You're coming in fine. You're clear to 
proceed. 


D-ALPHA: Alright. 


[D-ALPHA proceeds forward, moving along 
the trail. The camera briefly turns, looking 
back; D-BETA follows, glancing from side to 
side. Their tethers extend into the fog behind 
them.] 


D-ALPHA: You good? 
D-BETA: Yeah. 


[The camera turns back to the path. D-ALPHA 
continues moving forward for two minutes.] 


[There is a thump, followed by a shout of pain. 
The camera turns, looking back; D-BETA is on 
the ground, having tripped.] 


D-BETA: Fucking hell! 
D-ALPHA: You alright? 


[D-BETA pulls himself up to his feet; D-ALPHA 
moves to help, but D-BETA shrugs him away. 
The camera briefly lingers on what D-BETA 
tripped on: a partially buried concrete tile, 
cracked and broken.] 


D-BETA: I'm fine. 


D-ALPHA: You sure? 


[D-BETA dusts himself off and kicks the 
broken tile he tripped on.] 


D-BETA: | said I'm fine. 
D-ALPHA: Alright. 


[The camera turns. D-ALPHA resumes walking 
down the path.] 


D-ALPHA: So... First timer? 
D-BETA: Huh? 


D-ALPHA: You look like you got the first-time 
jitters. 


D-BETA: I'm fine. Let's just get this done, 
alright? 


D-ALPHA: Yeah. Just don't want you to be 
anxious is all. Ninety-nine times out of a 
hundred, these jobs are just boring as fuck. 


D-BETA: Okay. 


[D-ALPHA continues moving forward for the 
next five minutes.] 


D-BETA: Uh. 

[The camera turns to look back at D-BETA.] 
D-ALPHA: Something wrong? 

D-BETA: You don't hear that? 

D-ALPHA: | don't hear anything. 

D-BETA: Right. Nothing. 


[D-ALPHA stops. For several seconds, they 
don't move.] 


D-ALPHA: Well, fuck. 
RADIO: Guys, can we move this along? 


D-ALPHA: There a reason this place is quiet 
as fuck, doc? 


RADIO: It's nothing to worry about. The 
tethers will keep you safe. Just stay on the 
path and go to the camp-site, alright? 


D-ALPHA: Ugh. C'mon. 


[D-BETA shakes his head and begins moving 
forward. The camera turns back to the path. D- 
ALPHA starts walking.] 


[They continue to walk in silence for several 
minutes.] 


D-BETA: So, what about the one time ina 
hundred? 


D-ALPHA: Hm? 


D-BETA: You said ninety nine times out of a 
hundred, this job is — 


D-ALPHA: Oh. Right. Yeah, you, uh. You 
don't want to know about the one time ina 
hundred. 


D-BETA: Great. 


D-ALPHA: Just keep your head down and 
don't do anything stupid. 


[They continue to walk for nearly half a 
minute.] 


D-BETA: Wait. Stop. 


[The camera turns to face D-BETA. He 
appears distressed.] 


D-BETA: (whispering) You hear that? 
D-ALPHA: | don't — 

RADIO: Just keep walking, Alpha. 
D-BETA: (whispering) Listen. 


[D-ALPHA and D-BETA do not move for 
several seconds.] 


D-ALPHA: (whispering) Shit. 


D-BETA: (whispering) Someone shouting, way 
off. It sounds... 


D-ALPHA: (whispering) |s it up ahead? 
D-BETA: (whispering) Can't tell. 


RADIO: Keep moving forward. Don't pay 
attention to any sounds. 


D-ALPHA: (whispering) You gotta be fucking 
with me. Fuck. 


D-BETA: (whispering) Let's just go slow. 


[The camera turns to the path. D-ALPHA 
moves ahead slowly.] 


[The collapsed tent can be seen up ahead. As 
they approach, their pace grows slower. The 
camera tilts back, showing various articles of 
clothing and packs up in the branches.] 


D-ALPHA: (whispering) Fuck. 


D-BETA: (whispering) I'll climb up. Keep an 
eye out. 


thousand (25000) characters worth of errors daily and appear 
healthy and active with as few as five (5). Lack of sustenance for a 
period in excess of one day results in increasing lethargy until 
SCP-410 becomes completely inert, entering an apparent state of 
hibernation. SCP-410 can be roused from this state with a minimum 
of fifty (50) errors placed within its proximity. In groups of three (3) or 
more, SCP-410 will not only correct grammatical and orthographic 
errors, but begin to alter the style of the original text slightly; often 
using a somewhat expanded vocabulary and incorporating more 
complex narrative methods. When the entire colony is applied to a 
single document, all linguistic errors are corrected and the document 
is "perfected" in clarity, style, word choice, and rhetorical technique 
to such an extent that the original author's voice is nearly non- 
existent. Although the central thesis of a document always remains, 
the arguments supporting it may be vastly more complex or 
compelling in the case of research writing. In the case of basic lists 
of short statements or simple observational reports, enhanced 
correction may be in the form of layout alterations to provide greater 
clarity. See archival files 410-A44.2 through 410-A59888.6 for 
examples of editing. 


There appear to be few limitations on the languages or materials 
that SCP-410 can interpret and harvest sustenance from. 
Hieroglyphs from the 31st century BCE Narmer Palette were 
successfully corrected by SCP-410 just as easily as errors created 
in the modern constructed language Esperanto. Excreted 
corrections match the original colors, method and medium of the 
errors with near-perfect accuracy. Graphites, inks, engravings, acid 
etchings, and high-energy laser inscriptions have all been 
successfully replicated in appearance by SCP-410's corrections. 
The only anomaly found within excreted corrections appears to be 
an inability to replicate aged materials. Errors inscribed in ink ona 
14th century CE illuminated manuscript were ingested by SCP-410 
and while corrections were excreted in a matching color, they 
possessed the vibrant intensity of new ink. Staff experts were easily 
able to spot the corrections in the manuscript visually, and 
spectrographic analysis confirmed the excreted inks were modern 
while the surrounding text dated from the time of the original 
manuscript.