It has been noted that he has a habit of keeping his hands together, 
never bringing them more than a few inches apart, even when 
reaching for things. Though he is seen as slow and even at times 
sluggish in nature, he has displayed amazing feats of strength when 
needed on several occasions. His ar 


Items 'The Administrator’ has been 
affiliated with 


* SCP-262 - A Coat of Many Arms 
¢ Item once belonging to The Administrator now relinquished to 
the Foundation. 


A very faithful coat 


There's two sides to everything, at least. Sometimes there's more, sometimes 
there's less. Let's just say that | got both sides of the coin, and then | flipped it a 
bunch of times, and then | forgot which side was supposed to be where. Does that 
make any sense? 


150 meters (500 ft) from the cave entrance, while the 
rest of the group stayed behind, attaching a lifeline as a 
precaution. After having crawled for roughly 3 meters (10 
ft), the caver reported feeling a sticky growth on the cave 
walls, but dismissed it as moss and continued forward. 
The group became concerned when the caver reported 
feeling rhythmic contractions following along the cave 
walls, and alarmed when they claimed to be being 
‘pulled’ by the contractions shortly after, after which they 
were forcefully extracted via the lifeline. The extracted 
caver had suffered multiple mild to moderate burns to 
much of their body, and was treated by Foundation 
medical staff. Several bones were extricated with the 
caver, believed to have originated from a nearby fruit bat 
colony. 


Addendum: Due to the extent of the colony reported in incident 
I-840A-1, the area has been declared a civilian restriction zone until 
the colony has been completely eradicated, designated Bio-Site 


« SCP-839 | SCP-840 | SCP-841 » 


No? 


Sorry, sometimes | mix up my metaphors a bit, and we end up pretty confused. 
But, anyways, this is the story of how | managed to find all my stuff. | lost it 
because | wasn't careful, and because | left my mind behind when this all began. 


Personnel Reports 


Professor Kain Pathos Crow: “Oh, he’s just something people talk 
about over lunch or when they’re between assignments. It kills time, 
and it’s a fun game to speculate on who really calls the shots in this 
crazy world." 


Agent Fritz Willie: “I like to tell people he’s my brother.” 


Dr. Snorlison: “I'd like to poke at him and see what happens. Just 
to see if any of the rumors about being made entirely of legs and 
toes are true. Or something like that, at least.” 


Director Neil Ghost: “No big deal, son.” 


Dr. Gears: “There are no records of anyone by that name working 
for the Foundation.” 


Dr. Iceberg: “Whatever the bossman said goes. I’m not on staff to 
care about last decade’s rumors.” 


Dr. Glass: “Never met the guy. Heard he’s pretty interesting, 
though. I'd love to sit down and have a chat with him, but he’s 
probably too busy. I’ve never even gotten a call back about it. 


The first set, | think, is the best one. They're the ones that, while | made a lot of 
mistakes, | learned from it. Plus, a couple came out really good. And they did their 
job of ironing out the bumps in my coin purse. Oh, yeah, | forgot that there were a 
lot of coins here. Sometimes they'd get flipping as they jangled in the purse, and 
before you knew it we'd gotten in too deep. Or they had, at least. | was fine. 


ADDENDUM OF ONE 


On March 11th, 19 , it was noted that several people witnessed a 
one armed man wandering through Site-19. Due to the smell 


reported by those in proximity to the person, it is believed they area 
bum who managed to wander past security. A full audit has been 
started, and all personnel are to report for a mandatory security 
screening. 

Really people? This is what lets us know there are holes in our 
system? - 


don't trust the staff. there's something wrong with them. they're too many, but they 
all know each other 


This Timeline is no longer 
Prime. Access has been 
denied. I'm sorry, We 
must not Be Cool Yet 


This Timeline is no longer 
Prime. Access has been 
denied. I'm sorry, We 
must not Be broken Yet :( 


I'm Sorry, this Timeline 
must become Cool. 
Access has been denied. 
We must not Know the 
Dark Yet :(]]]}} 


This Timeline has become 
Prime. The Broken have 

been denied. I'm sorry, We 
must not Be Thaumiel Yet 


-( 


Does the black moon howl? 


Personnel Reports 


they're not persons anymore. 


Dr. Alto Clef: “Who?” 


Dr. Chelsea "Photosynthetic" Elliott: “I’ve actually done some 
research on him. Earliest records are about sixty years ago, and 
beyond that there's some vague references to a ‘leader’. Most of the 
records, though, are incomplete or just references by name. Not 
much of substance.” 


Dr. Frederick Heiden: “Please, leave me alone.” 


Dr. Jack Bright: “Yeah, I’ve heard of the guy yer talking about. He’s 
just a legendary thing, from back in the day. When we thought there 
were twelve O5's, we said he was there t'be the tie-breaker. People 
don’t talk about it much now, anymore. Probably because we don’t 
need icons like that to keep people together.” 


Dr. Jacob "Kens" Kensington: “I think he bought me lunch once.” 


Dr. Rights: “I heard he lives up in a biiig tower at Overwatch, and he 
watches down on the O5’s from the back of a mighty, scaled dragon, 
and he flies the skies for free! Or, uh, something like that. You'll 
have to wait until | finish the book to hear the whole story.” 


Dr. Northrop: I'm a little busy right now, can you come back later? 


Agent Strelnikov: “Is stupid rumor.” 


Dr. Mann: “He’s probably more interesting on the inside than 
outside.” 


Dr. Kondraki: “Fuck that guy.” 


there's hands everywhere.they don't stop moving.they're making new unpeople to 
rule the world 


INTERVIEW WITH SUBJECT 
20-7 “Doug Kondraki” 


Interview occurred during the subjects det[ DATA 
REMOVED FOR BREVITY]nd no longer cooperates due 
to the status. 


Kondraki: Is this going to be long? 


Interviewer: | don’t think | can say, it’s up to you. These 
are your lodgings, aren't they? 


Kondraki: | just stay here. | don’t own anything about 
this place. 


Interviewer: So, cutting to the chase. You don’t like the 
Administrator? 


Kondraki: | always thought it was a stupid concept. For 
there to be one big boss at the top. 


Interviewer: Well, you were known for an autocratic 
style of management, at Site-17... 


Kondraki: Yeah. Look where that got me. 
Interviewer: Well, | didn’t mean to offend... 


Kondraki: Everyone abandoned me. Do you know what 
that’s like? To just be totally given up on? To go from 


riding fucking dragons to being written off by everyone 
and their brother? To have coworkers try to assassinate 
me, seen? 


Interviewer: | imagine it wasn't easy. 


Kondraki: It wasn’t. But you know, I’m not bitter about 
how things turned out. You know why? 


Interviewer: Why is that? 


Kondraki: Because the house of inconsistent horses 
has a secondary effect. 


Interviewer: [DATA EXPUNGED] 


At this point, Dr. Kondraki attempted to breach the 
interview site, and was able to disable sixteen guarding 
personnel before being captured. Currently, the security 
of his lodgings are being upgraded as he awaits [DATA 
REMOVED]. 

some of them were broken, but they self-regulate. they ate him to 
conserve his power after he burnt on the stake 

<End Log> 


BYE BYE BYE 


Jack Bright’s retirement party wasn’t something to write home about. 
For those who'd lived long enough to remember Clef’s, or even 
Gears’, there’d been quite a bit of fanfare. In Clef’s case, a site-wide 
chowder cook-off commemorated his passing. Seeing the look on 
his face when he took a bite of what he thought was new england 
clam chowder, and turned out to be some godawful homebrew 
designed to look as appetizing as possible while retaining absolutely 
no nutritional value. 


Gears had been seated stoically in the center of the lobby, while 
everyone around him took their turn to commemorate the man. 
Normally, site command would disallow such shenanigans, but 
these were legendary icons passing into the realm of memory. 


Gears himself hadn’t made much of a speech, but he had thanked 
everyone for their time, stood for a moment, then left for the last 
time. 


Bright’s going away had none of the fun of Clef’s, nor the dignity of 
Gears’ parties. He supposed it was natural this time. He was the last 
of the old guard out the door, moving on to... wherever the 
Foundation wanted to keep him. The few researchers who knew 
him, or at least thought they did, sat in the room, awkwardly 
watching as the doughy convict body picked at a slice of cake. 


“Hey. Moving on?” 


Bright looked up. Before him stood a tall... person. Their face was a 
complexion of contradictions, with some lumps thrown in for good 
measure. It wore a long, musty trench coat, with barely perceptible 
bumps meandering beneath the cotton surface. 


“Who are you?” 


“The new normal.” They shrugged, as two hands popped out of the 
sleeve, outstretched as if to shake. 


Bright looked at it, shrugged, and shook. “Here to see the last of the 
old guard out.” 


“| guess. Depends on how old you want to look at things.” 
“Old for me, then. My kind. We’re not of this world anymore.” 


“No, afraid not. It’s unfortunate, because you all were very 
interesting to watch. But nobody gets it anymore.” 


“Yer tellin’ me...” 


“It’s an inevitable part of life. We all have to move on, or at least see 
that we interfere as little as possible with the new order.” 


“You say it like it’s so easy.” Bright slumped one cheek into his 
hand, and glanced up to his visitor. “It’s not fun, thinking how I’ve put 
generations of work into this place... and now | don’t belong.” 


“There will be other places.” 


The stranger turned around, and they moved. It wasn’t an 
accelerating movement, or really any velocity at all, but it was a shift 
in tone. Bright looked up. He was still seated at the same table, but 
instead of being surrounded by half-bored vending machines and 
fully-bored researchers, he was in a cabin. A small fireplace 
crackled to his left, and cast a flickering illumination over the rest of 
his surroundings. The person before him took off the coat, and 
perched themselves on the creaky wooden floor. 


“Oh, you’re one of those, huh?” 

“lam original. You want to go for a walk?” 
“... What's it like out there?” 

“| don’t know.” 

“... Sure.” 


The two of them, together, walked across the room, and opened the 
door that ended the second era. 


| liked having the power to do anything, for awhile. But then | got bored, and then | 
got bored of being bored! How do you do that? 


It must be magical. 
WHAT A FEW PEOPLE HAVE SAID 


Napoleon Bonaparte:(Recovered page written in exile, prior to the 
100 days.) At Stotteritz, we encountered a beggar who claimed to be 
from the future, and told me that my campaign was about to end in 
disaster. We would’ve ignored him, but for the fact that his arms 
were bronzed. A number of our staff members took interest in him, 
so he was interred until time could be had to examine him. | do not 
know what became of him. 


John Fitzgerald Kennedy:(Source Unknown) There was, ah, a 
fake-armed CIA spook. He came in with some very, very realistic 
looking papers, and told me that Cuba affair had gone sour. He said 


we needed the codes now. | just looked at him. | didn’t know what 
he was talking about. Then he said if, ah, if we launched now, some 
of the midwest might be saved. Of course, that’s when Hogan came 
in and took him down. | don’t know what they were thinking. And | 
want a full investigation into what the hell he was doing in the 
executive mansion. 


Stephen King:(Suppressed Interview) One of the oddest things to 
happen to me, out on the road, was at an autograph session. In 
Westbrook, | think. A larger gentleman approached the table with a 
copy of the Stand. Said he was a big fan. Now, | think | might be a 
little crazy here, but when | looked at his hand holding the book, it 
was green. | asked if he was okay, and | looked up into his eyes. 
They were green too. He said he was fine. It was pretty scary stuff. 


! lost a lot, flipping that coin, or dial, or whatever you want to call it. It wasn't really 
a coin, because you couldn't buy anything with it and it wasn't really made of 
metal, flat, and it possessed the properties of water. But the water bit was how | 
managed to make the interesting people. 


ACCESS IN DENIAL 


In order to prevent anything about The Administrator from 
happening, a number of false preconceptions are to be maintained 
about life, the universe, and everything. Any actions taken by The 
Administrator officially do not exist, and any sightings are to be 
viewed as a breach of contract. The Administrator will not change 
anything about our prior experiences, except as required under’ - 


WARNING: THIS DOES NOT EXIST. 


it's all burning 


Eventually, when I really buckled down to start looking for stuff, | found that most 
of what I'd lost wasn't really that lost. | knew where it was, per se, but | couldn't 
find it. But it wasn't lost. It was just misplaced. | was still in control, and | could, and 
I can, still find everything if | looked hard enough. 


It'll all turn up eventually. Don't panic. 


PERSONNEL REPORTS 


Dr. Tilda D. Moose: (Laughs)“No, no, | don’t think we even humor 
that one anymore. It’s like the mid-tier research staff telling the new 
people there’s a pool on the third floor. Nobody really believes it, but 
a couple people every year try and ask, ‘just to check’. But yes, it’s a 
more or less dead rumor.” 


Agent Fredericks: “Is that the same thing as being the 
Overwatcher, or am | messing that up again? 


Dr. S. Vang: “He’s a famous dead guy. Who is famous for being a 
famous dead guy. Or something. | don't think anyone really gives a 
sh- er, that anyone really cares.” 


Director Maria Jones: “Why, did somebody find him?” 


SCP-841: Reverse Mirror Voodoo Doll Stick Puppet 


Item #: SCP-841 
Object Class: Safe 


Containment Procedures: The 14 (fourteen) component parts of 
SCP-841 are to be individually wrapped in plastic, and contained in 
a standard inanimate-object storage locker. Except for purposes of 
approved experimentation, SCP-841 is not to be reassembled. 
Reassembly of SCP-841 is only to be performed by remote 
manipulators, or by D-class personnel. Except for purposes of 
approved experimentation, SCP-841 must never come in contact 
with the skin of a living human. 


SCP-841's twine component is not anomalous, and can be replaced 
as necessary; consequently, all experimentation using SCP-841 is 
to be concluded by using a low-level infrared laser (808 nm, 

300 mW) to slice through the twine component. 


Description: SCP-841 is a wooden puppet crudely approximating a 
human being: 14 (fourteen) pieces of peeled and unworked wood 
from the mountain white birch (Betula cordifolia), held together with 
twine at the major joints (head, torso, upper arms, lower arms, 
hands, thighs, lower legs, and feet). SCP-841's anomalous 
properties activate when it is fully assembled and comes in contact 
with the skin of a living human being. 


Upon being grasped or manipulated by a human, SCP-841 will 
"imprint" upon the human, bending into a configuration which mirrors 
the human's position as closely as possible. SCP-841 and the 
subject will then mirror each other's movement, and any force 
applied to the figure while active will override the subject's own joints 
to continue mimicking SCP-841. The resulting feedback loop may 
result in serious injuries or death due to overextension or broken 
bones. The effect of SCP-841 diminishes quickly upon release, 
fading entirely in within two seconds. 


Dr. Django Bridge: “Sure, | know him. He hangs out at the pool on 
the fifth floor.”