Agent Izumi: He seems to have hit at least one, as | 
could see splatters and a trail of what | deduced to be 
blood; it is hard to tell in infrared. 


Agent —_: | see. What did you do? 


Agent Izumi: | locked the doors to the chamber and 
followed the blood trail, hoping to find and neutralize the 
escaped specimens. The explosions still seemed to be 
going off; one happened approximately 300 meters away 
from me. After that one, | heard a loud, inhuman scream 
that was suddenly cut short. Walking in its direction, | 
verified that two instances of 966 had been killed by the 
explosion. 


Agent _ : And there were no traces of the two 
remaining specimens? 


Agent Izumi: No. There were traces of something else, 
though. It was hard to notice it because of my goggles, 
but it was clear what it was once it grabbed my arm. 


Video log, Hallway 23. Camera damaged by explosion, audio is 
compromised. Tracking individuals: Agent Izumi J ,SCP-106 


/Transcript begins at : , minutes after the begging of 
the incident. Agent Izumi enters into view from the left 
side of the hall, walking slowly while looking at her 
surroundings, holding a handgun in her right hand. She 
stops near a blockage created by a explosion and 
kneels, checking something. 


At this moment, the wall left to agent Izumi begins to 
show signs of corrosion caused by SCP-106. A rotted 
humanoid arm suddenly appears and grabs the agent's 
left arm. She proceeds to immediately turn and shoot 
SCP-106's arm, which maintains his hold on her. After 
running out of bullets, agent Izumi proceeds to grab a 
rock and repeatedly hit 106's arm with it. At this point, 
106 begins to slowly pull her in the direction of the wall. 


This proceeds for half a minute, until the agent proceeds 
to beat her own arm with the rock. Due to the corrosion 
caused by contact with 106, her arm is severed after 6 
hits. Agent Izumi proceeds to run away from the location, 
holding the stump remaining from her left arm with her 
right hand. SCP-106 continues to slowly drag the 
remains of the agent's arm towards the wall, 
disappearing after minutes./ 


Review of Security Camera 17-699 Feed 


SCP-699 sits in its research bay. Panel on SCP-699 
begins to slide forward, approximately 10 cm from top of 
object. 


Security camera fails for approximately five minutes. 


Security footage restored. SCP-699 seen with top panel 
open, to half the length of object. No entities observed 
within object or research bay. Research bay door open; 
guards missing. 


05-8: Lovely. Apparently that thing could let itself out 
any time it wanted to. And we don't even know what it 
looks like. Damn! 


Security Feed — High Value Item Storage 


Storage safe open. Guards have abandoned their post. 
Female civilian (identified as Angela Williams, detained 
by Foundation for three years and two months after 

capture leaving SCP-052) seen entering storage facility. 


Eight minutes later, Williams emerges from storage 
facility, screaming unintelligibly (language later identified 
as Middle Egyptian), holding SCP-911 in left hand. 


Encounters Dr. Clarkson while leaving area. 


Dr. Clarkson: Who are you? What have you got there? 
DROP IT! [Clarkson draws sidearm.] 


Williams: [Screams in Middle Egyptian; holds SCP-911 
forward; charges at Clarkson.] 


Clarkson fires three times. Williams drops to ground, 
mortally wounded. 


Williams: [muttering] 682 will save us. 343. The body 
and mind of God. 


Clarkson looks thoughtfully at Williams; then bends to 
pick up SCP-911. Stands, briefly stares blankly, then 
begins screaming in Middle Egyptian. Leaves area. 


Excerpt from Video Log, Observation Camera 2329988: 


0941: Subject 027-02 finds the bodies of two 
researchers (later identified as [REDACTED)) in Corridor 
19-J, proceeds to search the bodies. 


0942: Subject takes the lab coat and credentials of 
[REDACTED], continues down the corridor. 


Security footage transcript: 
Site 17 heliport/atrium area 


Three humanoid figures observed moving overland to 
Site 17. Advancement unimpeded due to Site failure and 
system-wide communication fallout. 


Humanoids access heliport area. Two are observed to 
be white adult males (subjects 1&2), estimated between 
twenty and twenty five. Both appear to be very tired and 
frightened. Between them is a large humanoid (subject 
3), estimated at approximately seven feet tall, wearing an 
old business suit, black gloves, and a burlap bag over 
the head. Bag is blank, and laced tightly along the back 
of the head, preventing identification. 


Subject three grabs subject one forcibly by the back of 
the neck. Subject one begins to speak, appearing to be 


in pain. Subject two nods several times. Subject Three 
releases subject one, then all enter the atrium area. 


Members of the force attacking Site 17 encounter the 
group. There appears to be general confusion for several 
seconds, then the attacking force opens fire on the 
subject. Subject three observed to use subjects 1&2 as 
human shields several times, before there is an 
interruption in the camera feed. 


Static for four seconds 


video feed is restored. All subjects and hostiles are dead 
and in various states of dismemberment, except subject 
three. Subject appears to be holding a jawbone, which it 
quickly discards. Subject crosses to the far wall, and 
begins to repeatedly strike a panel with its fist. 


After five minutes of sustained striking, the panel is 
deformed, and the subject rips it open by a twisted edge. 
Subject pushes its head in to the opening, looking 
around for several seconds, before sliding inside and 
descending. 


Subject moves out of functional camera range. 


Church of The Broken God “disciple” interview transcript 
excerpt: 


Is the individual identified on this recording as “Subject 
Three” one of your agents. 


Oh broken one, my teeth...they hurt so much, please... 
Answer me, or it's your fingers next. 
Oh...oh....he...it....it's not ours, not anymore. 

... explain. 


|...l'm not even sure | can. It's...something. | think those 
serpent people found him...or made him...you know, 


those magic ones? It was supposedly something of 
theirs...Uh. The deacon....d-deacon Hark, he brought it 
to us. It...it's not a human, or alive, or....maybe it is, | 
don't....oh god it hurts... 


Keep going, and maybe | can make it stop. Did you send 
him with the attack? Did the Church know about this 
beforehand? 


No...listen, he doesn't have anything to do with the 
Church anymore...it...it was never a believer. The 
Broken, he has....has nothing to do with it. It's trying to 
do...something...I'm not sure what. There's supposed to 
be some...ritual or something, it takes years and years to 
do. It's not supposed to, it's...off the chain, | think. If it 
screws up, something very, very bad...happens to it. The 
deacon tried to bribe it off or something...it killed a lot of 
people. It jumps around, does things for other groups... 
but it's in it for itself...nothing else...OQoooohh... 


Hey, stay with me here, or i'll have to wake you up again. 
Why did it go to the dungeon? How did it know the 
emergency hatch was there? 


| don't...don't know, it knows things, sometimes. It 
just....knows....knows, for some reason. We found 
pictures of it going...back over three...hundred years. 
Woodcuts of witches...devil worship...| tried...to tell 
Hark...told him...i told him...told him it was bad....just 
stupid...the bagman doesn't listen to...anything... 


The bagman? Is that what it's called? 


| don't know...we...called it that. It never told us 
otherwise...it...it can't speak by itself...it isn't...allowed 
to. 


Interview: J. Flames/O5- 


O5- : Now, where were you when the incident began? 


Flames: | was in Laboratory K-13 at the time, working on 
the new Capsicum chinense cultivars I'd obtained from 
Chelsea, ah, that is, Dr. Elliott. We had been jokingly 
calling them Liche Chilis, since they were descended 
from the more common Ghosts... 


O5- : Yes, thank you. And what did you do when the 
alert happened. 


Flames: Honestly, | didn't give it much thought. | sighed, 
set up the dragon, and went back to work. 


O5- : Excuse me? 


Flames: Well, they had given me K-13 to work with 
because it was so remote from everything else, because 
people kept complaining about eye irritation and their 
sinuses, so | figured either everything would work out, 
and I'd be fine, or it wouldn't and the site nuke would go 
off and there'd be nothing else to do. So, | went back to 
work. 


O5- : And "the dragon"? 


Flames: My pet name for the fire extinguisher | modified 
to spray out my Garlic Fission sauce. It's a delicious 
sauce, and rates at about 1.7 million Scovilles. The 
amusing thing about Garlic Fission is that gas masks 
only offer limited resistance. | like adding it to soup for a 
little kick. 


O5- : Yes... continue. 


Flames: About fifty minutes later, | started feeling a little 
odd. | felt, | don't know, like my chilis weren't really worth 
it, and that nothing was. | recognized it as a possible 
memetic effect, of course, but | just didn't care. That was 
when my door opened, and the insurgent walked in. 


She was drenched in blood up to her shoulders, and had 
a look of... satisfaction, | suppose. She was enjoying 


herself, and she held a chef's knife in her hands. | figured 
afterwards it was six sixty-eight, but | just didn't care 
enough to do anything about it. 


Fortunately for me, that was when the dragon went off, 
and sprayed her with the Garlic Fission sauce. She 
dropped the knife and my mind cleared, so | brained her 
with a lab stool. | did not want her to get back up again, 
so | grabbed the knife and slit her throat. She stopped 
struggling, of course, when | picked up the knife, so | 
knew it was six sixty-eight. 


O5- : | see. So why did you head to the main cafeteria at 
that point? 


Flames: Well, | thought it over like this while cleaning up 
the mess. | have a knife that will let me kill anyone and 
stop them from killing me, but only when it's in my hand 
and I'm actively thinking about mayhem. | do have a bit 
of a temper, of course, because | loathe interruptions to 
my work, and the solution presented itself. I'd head to the 
main cafeteria and finally make some good food that the 
whole site could enjoy. | had some recipes I'd found 
online that I'd been wanting to try, and finally I'd be able 
to use the big ovens to make my grandma's corn bread 
recipe. 


| figured it would make a sort of safe haven for people 
and a bit of a honey pot, because any insurgents show 
up, I'd be in the kitchen and | could deal with them. 


O5- : Sounds... sketchy. 


Flames: Yeah, | guess so. But | really wanted to use 
those ovens, and | thought, when would | have the 
chance? 


Transcript of Security Camera 0046782 


1020 Agent [REDACTED], and Dr. Dier observed exiting 


from Stairwell-C12. Dr. Dier is bleeding heavily from 
earlier sustained head trauma during initial attack. Agent 
[REDACTED] fires several times up the stairwell before 
exiting. 


1021 Dr. Dier enters office 0026782, Agent 
[REDACTED] is twenty metres behind him outside of 
Stairwell-C12. Dr. Dier returns with a first aid kit, and 
beckons for Agent [REDACTED]. Agent [REDACTED] 
shuts and locks stairwell door before heading in Dr. 
Dier's direction. 


1022 Spectrum sensory equipment detect several bursts 
of waves within Stairwell-C12. Scratching sounds 
eminate from stairwell door. 


1024 Dr. Dier discards first aid kit after bandaging head 

wound. Agent [REDACTED] and Dr. Dier enter junction 

62. Foundation security team observed entering hallway 
00763-62 leading SCP-082. 


1025 Stairwell door becomes unlocked. SCP-966 
instance exits stairwell. 


1026 Dr. Dier alerts Foundation security team to 
presence of SCP-966. Personnel, including Agent 
[REDACTED] and Dr. Dier head down hallway 00893-62. 


1027 SCP-966 instance enters junction 62. waves 
emitted by SCP-966. Personnel and SCP-082 out of 
effective range. 


1028 SCP-082 told that SCP-966 is a member of a 
German task force sent to assassinate him. SCP-082 
breaks away from the group and heads towards 
SCP-966 entity. 


1029 Foundation security team observe SCP-082. Dr. 
Dier and Agent [REDACTED] leave through hallway 
00687-72 SCP-082 begins brawling with SCP-966 
instance. 


1037 SCP-966 rendered unconscious. SCP-082 is 
secured by security team. 


Agent Lament is seen attempting to access his office 
and, after opening the door, shut it suddenly, turning and 
putting his back hard against it. The door is seen 
thudding hard several times as Lament appears to be 
screaming. 


After approximately forty seconds, Agent Dodridge is 
seen approaching at high speed, holding his sidearm 
and telling Lament to step aside. Lament shakes his 

head, attempting to explain something, but Dodridge 
shoves his aside, yanking the door open and firing. 


Dodridge appears to go pale as he then slams the door 
shut, holding it while Agent Lament moves several 
pieces of furniture in front of his door. 


Agents Dodridge and Lament start moving down the 
hallway at top speed as Agent Lament’s door explodes 
outward and hundreds of instances of SCP-705 stream 
out, following them. 


Audio Signal Later Picked Up By Agent [REDACTED]: 


Lament: This is an all points bulletin! The lid is off! 
Repeat! THE LID IS OFF! 


Dodridge (Background): Who taught them how to use 
rubber bands?! Jesus Christ!! 


Lament: Request immediate evac! The lid is off! God 
damnit! 


It’s to be noted that none of these creations are any 
more effective due to the use of harmless clay 
ammunition. 


Audio transcript from damaged Security Camera 0212395 


<Agent Frederick> Well, here we are. Security Floor D-9. 
Can you smell that fresh air! 


<Researcher Min> The dungeon? Bombs went off, 
someone's freeing all the SCPs, everything is loose, and 
we're going into the dungeon? 


<AF> Well, it's the fastest way to get to the maintenance 
tunnels, and there's gonna be at least a couple skips we 
can pick up. Here, this way. 


<Approaching footsteps are heard, along with a loud, 
squelching sound. Cross-referencing functional security 
camera feeds reveals it to be SCP-955.> 


<AF> ...okay, wrong way. Nice kitty, good kitty...ohgod 
opentheskipboxopentheskipboxopentheskipbox 
dosomething quick- 

<Loud thud sound is heard.> 


<RM> | think I'm starting to like this ice box. 


Transcript of Junction 42 Security Camera 
0852 Camera feed restored, research bay door open; 
guards missing. SCP-699 research bay door lighting 
fails. 
0853 Camera feed lost. 


0900 Camera feed restored. Hallway 42-0699 lighting 
fails. 


0901 Hallway 42-1080 lighting fails. 
0903 Camera feed lost. 


0911 Camera feed restored. Hallway 42-2420 lighting 


SCP-645: Mouth of Truth 


Item #: SCP-645 
Object Class: Safe Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-645 is to be kept ina 
padded crate two (2) meters by two (2) meters by one (1) meter. 
Personnel within a ten (10)-meter radius of SCP-645 are to refrain 
from all statements which may be considered untruthful or deceitful. 


SCP-645 is to be cleaned after each activation. 


Description: SCP-645 is a large disk of Pavonazzetto marble with a 
humanoid face carved into it, similar to the famous Bocca della 
Verita carving in the church of Santa Maria in Cosmedin in Rome, 
Italy. As with the Bocca carving, the mouth and eyes are empty 
holes; unlike with the Bocca carving, however, subjects who place 
their hands inside SCP-645's mouth describe it as 'warm' and 
‘moist’.