T-5 Onru: | am sorry, it is difficult to describe. 
When we entered the door, | could see the servers 
around me, but superimposed over them was... we 
were standing on a precipice, overlooking an area 
the size of which | cannot estimate. Below us were 
humans, screaming, their arms ending at their 
wrists, crying to the silent sky for restitution, and 
then... the sky burned. It was like a star had fallen, 
and | had to look away. Hollis could not. When | 
turned back | could see scorched corpses on the 
ground, billions of them, but billions of other living 
beings who came rushing towards the fallen star 
with their arms outstretched, and hanging in that 
star like a twisted marionette was... at Site-13, 
they called it Malidramagiuan. In this place, they 
called it another name. A hateful name. 


Dr. Arnold: Why did you disable your recording 
equipment? 


T-5 Onru: When | first encountered this entity, it 
created anomalous memetic and cognitive hazards 
powerful enough to burn the SCRAMBLE units out 
of my eyes. | do not know what it would have done 
to anyone who was not otherwise protected. 


Dr. Arnold: What did it do to you? 


T-5 Onru: It... showed us things. Visions. Coils of 


fire and a sky made light with a storm of souls. A 
hole at the center of the universe that screamed at 
me. A god of nightmares, something long and lean, 
slowly walking between endless rows of 
crucifixions, and then... it showed something to 
Hollis, that | did not see. When it did, the runes 
across its... its head, began to burn and pulse, and 
the man who is strapped there began to blister and 
fester. When it was done, | saw an ocean behind it, 
and a blue sky. Our sky. It turned towards the 
ocean, and sank into it. When it was gone, the 
visions faded, and the room was empty. 


Dr. Arnold: | see. After that? 


T-5 Onru: Hollis ran. | followed her. She said 
nothing until we reached the machine. She told me 
that she had been there, alone, for some time. She 
said she knew how to turn it on. She said that she 
did not know where she would go, but that she 
needed to take the things she saw and bury them 
in the darkness. Before she could start the 
machine, the creatures from the containment cells 
came into that chamber, and | was terminated. 


Dr. Arnold: Did Captain Hollis say anything to you 
before you died? 


T-5 Onru: No, she only laughed. And wept. 
[END LOG] 


+ Access fileserv:/S:/1730/recovery/ 
extDEBRIEFINTERVIEW6.log 


Mission Debrief Interview 

Date: / / 

Interviewee: Dr. Mohammad Scott, Site-13 
Assistant Director of Temporal Studies 


Interviewer: Director Willam Vesterland 
Mission Debrief: SCP-1730 Extraction 
Subject: SCP-1730 


Notes: The following is an audio transcript excerpt 
of an interview conducted by Provisional Site-23 
personnel regarding SCP-1730. The information 
contained in this file is unconfirmed and under 
further review. For the full file, please contact the 
Information and Records Administrator at Site- 17. 


[BEGIN LOG] 


Dir. Vesterland: Please state your name for the 
record. 


Dr. Scott: My name is Doctor Mohammad Scott. 


Dir. Vesterland: You seem to be a little out of 
place, Dr. Scott. 


Dr. Scott: (Laughs) Only a little. Our two timelines 
were not so different, | think. 


Dir. Vesterland: Except for the one thing. 
Dr. Scott: Yes, there is that. 
Dir. Vesterland: Tell me about Site-13. 


Dr. Scott: Site-13... do you want the brief version, 
or...? 


Dir. Vesterland: As thorough as you can be. 


Dr. Scott: Very well. Originally, there were plans to 
build a large containment facility in the American 
midwest, but that was before... let me back up. In 
1964, the Foundation discovered a massive, dead 
sea creature washed up on the shore near the 
Indian/Bangladeshi border. No facility in the region 
had the kind of infrastructure it took to hold the 


body of this entity, let alone study it, so several 
ships were dispatched and it was dragged through 
the ocean back towards the United States. Prior to 
this, the plan was to build Site-19 in the American 
midwest, but afterwards it was decided that there 
was no way to conceal a creature of this size and 
shuttle it across the US mainland. So after some 
deliberation, the Site-19 plans were scrapped and 
the focus was given to another facility, near Nome, 
Alaska. That was Site-13. Even in the beginning, it 
was massive. Considerably larger than any other 
site the Foundation managed, and it quickly 
became our premiere containment facility. It was 
remote, fortified, and best of all, easily concealed 
in the snow and ice. After the Soviet Union 
collapsed in ‘85, we learned that they didn’t even 
know Site-13 existed, let alone where it was. 


Dir. Vesterland: | see. When did you join the 
Foundation, Dr. Scott? 


Dr. Scott: Oh, in... ‘76. | joined straight out of 
university, recruited by one of the administrators at 
my school. That was back when we were still 
independent, | worked at Site-22 in Bermuda. The 
best job | ever had. (Laughs) It was a much 
different Foundation. 


Dir. Vesterland: Tell me about what happened to 
the Foundation. 


Dr. Scott: (Pauses) Site-13 was very expensive to 
operate, and there were some... financial 
difficulties. In 1994, a Marxist extremist from the 
Ukraine detonated a bomb in the basement of the 
Manchester Financial Tower? in Chicago. A fire 
started at the base of the building, and eventually 
the tower collapsed at its base and fell over on its 
side. Thousands died. The United States 
government was enraged at the Foundation after it 
was discovered that the extremist in question had 


used an anomaly to enter the basement and get 
past security. Thought that the billions of dollars 
that the United States were funneling to the 
Foundation were being wasted. After the 1996 
election, President Dole decided to cut all funding 
for Foundation sites in the States. All available 
funding went to keeping those sites afloat, and with 
the weight of Site-13... the situation was dire. 


Dir. Vesterland: So what happened? 


Dr. Scott: A compromise. A former Dole staffer 
named Paul Manafort was appointed as the 
Secretary General of the Global Occult Coalition, 
and came to us with a solution. We group our 
resources with the Coalition’s, combining our 
efforts to protect normalcy under their leadership. 
We would keep our name and our Sites, but 
directors would be appointed by the UN Security 
Council. We would once again receive funding 
from the United States, as well as that generated 
by the United Nations, and would be able to keep 
the lights on. 


Dir. Vesterland: But... 


Dr. Scott: But the Overseer Council refused. They 
hunkered down at Overwatch Command and 
refused to bend the knee. Then, a few years later, 
a site in Portland, Oregon collapsed due to 
crumbling infrastructure and a creature we called 
the dream whale was spotted floating down the 
California coast. This was very early internet days, 
but that didn’t stop film cameras, and... it was a 
disaster. The Overseers mobilized all of our task 
forces in the area, but we didn’t even have the 
money for the amnestics. In a day it would be over 
San Francisco, and that would basically be the end 
of it. (Pause) Then we got an internet email that 
the Overseer Council had been disbanded and that 
the Foundation was now under the operation of the 


GOC. Secretary General Manafort and the Security 
Council established a new board of directors 
overnight, and before the sun rose the dream 
whale was recontained and every loose end was 
tied up. 


Dir. Vesterland: Nobody resisted the change in 
leadership? 


Dr. Scott: Why would we? We suddenly had 
money. We were suddenly no longer having to 
decide between taking notes on the backs of our 
hands or not taking them at all. Secretary General 
Manafort installed a new Foundation Administrator, 
Vice President Jack Kemp, but he was little more 
than a figurehead. New directors were appointed, 
most of them from our own site staffs, so... it 
looked good, honestly. We were finally able to 
carry out our mission to its fullest. We had 
technology, we had personnel, it was wonderful. 
(Pause) And then we started to hear about people 
being reassigned. Anomalies being shipped off-site 
and never returning. You would hear people talk 
about “oh, so-and-so is in trouble now, they’re 
going to be sent to Site-13.” | thought most of it 
was just talk, and then | was reassigned, in 2003. 


Dir. Vesterland: What was it like? 


Dr. Scott: Cold. Site-13 was immense and the 
lights stayed on, but that facility was a/ways cold. 
They were always working on the site, more and 
more construction underground, and they kept 
leaving exterior doors open. At first it wasn’t so 
bad. | was able to keep doing my research, and | 
had more funding than ever. Temporal/Spatial 
studies, you know. The director then was Jack 
Bright, one of the old doctors from back in the day. 
Very charismatic. The staff loved him. He had a 
medallion he wore, some anomaly from way back 
that made him immortal. So long as he had it on, 


he wouldn't age. Anyway, things were great for a 
few years. Then one day, another popular doctor is 
found dead in her office. Cynthia Light. The story 
we all get is that Bright had fancied her, but when 
he found she was with another man he went and 
killed her in a fit of passion. Bright is summarily 
locked up, and Elliott Emerson is installed as the 
director of Site-13. He... 


Dir. Vesterland: What’s that? 


Dr. Scott: Emerson was on one of Bright’s 
research teams when he was assigned to Site-15. 
He wasn’t a popular doctor, but he was a good 
administrator and helped make sure that the 
important projects stayed afloat during the financial 
crisis. He was on the short list of people to become 
the director of Site-13 after the reorganization, but 
Bright got picked over him. Some people said he 
felt slighted. A lot of people said he framed Bright. | 
think Manafort didn’t like Bright’s anti-Coalition 
sentiments, had him made out to be some 
dangerous anomaly that had to be contained, then 
put Emerson up because nobody would complain 
about Emerson. He was very middle-of-the-road. 
Didn’t stand out much. Elliott ended up... doing 
some terrible things, but | truly believe he was only 
doing them because Manafort demanded it. 


Dir. Vesterland: What kind of terrible things? 


Dr. Scott: | didn’t see much until years later, but... 
we always heard about things happening deeper 
below the site. They were building all of the new 
containment cells, and research facilities. Then 
they built the incinerator. Originally it was made so 
they could dispose of the body of that sea monster 
from before, but then they just started using it for... 
everything. At first they were doing some invasive 
testing on anomalous animals. Then on humans. 
Then the vivisections began. The Ethics 


Committee tried to step in, but they were removed. 
They dragged the old chairman, Jeremiah 
Cimmerian, out into the commons at Site-17 and 
shot him in the head for being a traitor. Peter 
Grenwald became the new Foundation/GOC 
Ethics Head, and of course all of the new tests 
were approved. | don’t know what they were 
testing for, but... if you were anomalous and you 
weren't found to have it, you went into the body pit. 
We kept hearing “it’s for the greater good, it’s for 
the protection of mankind”, what were we 
supposed to do? Speak out and end up like 
Cimmerian? (Pauses) Maybe for a braver man. But 
| knew the work | was doing was good, so | kept 
my head down and carried on. Then... well, 
(laughs) it sounds silly now. In 2010 we contained 
God. Not just any god, either. The Abrahamic God. 
The actual, thunder and lightning, Y-H-W-H, fire 
and brimstone god. | don’t know how they 
managed it; some technology developed by the 
Coalition, I’m sure. And that was just the first. They 
filled Site-13 to the brim with everything they could 
get their hands on. 


Dir. Vesterland: (Pauses) Well. That is... a lot. | 
guess the only other question | have immediately 
is... what happened to Site-13? 


Dr. Scott: Vera Hadley. Doctor of Internal 
Medicine from some site in Italy. For a few years, 
she was the site’s Chief Biologist. The Security 
Council made her the Assistant Director of 
Anomalous Biology at the same time | was 
promoted to the same position for Temporal 
Studies. She and Elliott had been... together... and 
she pretty adamantly opposed everything he was 
making us do. Elliott kept his tail between his legs, 
but Manafort wouldn't have it. He had her stripped 
of her position after just three months, and 
demoted to junior researcher after that. One night 


after staging some kind of demonstration, some 
guards showed up and... well... they stripped her 
naked and inspected her for contraband, right in 
the middle of the main corridor. When they were 
done and satisfied, they nearly beat her to death 
and left her there. Myself and a few other doctors 
took her to the medical center and she recovered, 
but she never really recovered. Something inside 
her had died, or been replaced with something 
else. She did something, hatched some scheme. 
She sent me an email about it, the night before she 
did it, but | didn’t pay any attention. When it 
happened, and when that... thing, attacked the 
site, Emerson came and begged me to turn on the 
Thresher. It was supposed to be an absolutely last 
ditch effort to protect the world, a wholly untested 
piece of technology that was just as likely to have 
burned the world than saved it. Its entire existence 
was the result of a joke, one that | might have 
taken too seriously at the time, but either way. | 
refused, told him the risk was too great, that even if 
it worked, we were just creating a problem for 
another world, but... he was inconsolable. He told 
me that staying and facing the Secretary General 
would be a fate worse than death. He pulled a gun 
on me, demanded | do it. | fled. Went to gather my 
team in the hopes that we could escape, but before 
we could even leave our lab, it happened. 
(Pauses) lt... 


Dir. Vesterland: Are you alright? 


Dr. Scott: Yes. The Thresher was a complicated 
machine. | guess | should count myself lucky that 
we survived at all, but... we may very well have 
been in that strange space between worlds for a 
thousand years. When we awoke, we were still in 
Site-13, but the cells were thrown open and the 
inmates were loose. If you had not come down for 
us, we would have died. (Pause) | am certain of 


this. 


Dir. Vesterland: Do you know where Site-13 has 
gone? 


Dr. Scott: There is no way to predict it. Chances 
are it will be a place like this, but then, it may not. It 
could be any number of strange and unknown 
worlds. (Pauses) You knew someone who was left 
within. 


Dir. Vesterland: | do. 


Dr. Scott: As do |. We were not the only survivors, 
though there were not many of us. They... well. 
They did not fare as well as we did. It is a tragedy, 
but there is nothing that can be done now. 
(Pauses) | only hope... maybe... | hope that after 
all this, Emerson has found some peace. He truly 
was a great doctor, and he was my friend. 


Dir. Vesterland: |... of course. Thank you for your 
time, Dr. Scott. We'll speak again soon. 


[END LOG] 


Footnotes 

1. While records indicate that these floors were utilized for 
containment of entities, it is uncertain how far down the facility 
actually extends.