doubt, the most 
delicious caviar | 
have ever eaten. 
They're even 
better than that 
Glittering 
Salmon we 
serve. Right now 
the only problem 
is one of 
overabundance. 
I've had a small 
portion of the 
eggs 
cryopreserved 
for research 
purposes, but of 
course, freezing 
caviar ruins the 
texture so that's 
not an option for 
the rest of them. 
I've had them 
pasteurized and 
vacuum sealed, 
so they might 
last 15 months, 
but selling so 
many in sucha 
short time would 
flood the market 
(though not as 
flooded as Hy- 
Brasil was). 


Our most urgent 
concern is 
finding a way, 
anomalous or 
otherwise, to 


preserve these 
eggs indefinitely. 
If we could do 
that, our supply 
could easily see 
us through to the 
end of the next 
century. 


Here's to egg on 
our face. 


~ Regards, 


File Opened OCN39/ 
os ~ 9FG6/7HJL2 
Marshall, Carter 


OCN39/ 


Sender Percival Darke 
Considering how 
ample our 
supply is, | 
suppose | can 
tolerate parting 
with them for a 
few hundred 
pounds apiece. 
Nonetheless, | 
must state 
frankly that | 
consider eating 
the eggs of a 
sea monster 
frivolity to the 
point of insanity. 


Recipient 


Sadly, | 


Ruprecht Carter 


expected no 
better from you 
Ruprecht. 


| can easily 
preserve the 
eggs indefinitely 
in an alchemic 
philter, but since 
you intend to 
consume them 
like quail eggs 
this may not be 
viable. The eggs 
would 
undoubtedly 
absorb some of 
the solution, 
tainting their 
flavour. More 
gravely, if even 
trace amounts 
where to be 
consumed by 
our patrons, the 
effects would 
be... 
unpredictable. 


| request one 
hundred forty 
four gross 
(twenty 
thousand, seven 
hundred and 
thirty-six) of 
these eggs be 
delivered to my 
sanctum for 
study. Though 


they likely have 
a plethora of 
potential uses, | 
will make finding 
a palatable 
means of 
preserving them 


Marshall, Carter 


OCN39/ 
Sender 
Hello Mr. Carter. 


Penny Price Recipient 


My customers 
are loving this 
Kaiju Caviar. 
We're selling 
nearly a hundred 
plates of it a day. 
| agree with you 
that it'd bea 
shame to just let 
it all spoil. | know 
you have Tall, 
Darke, and 
Hammy looking 
into it, but | don't 
really think he 
cares about this 
product as much 
as we do. 


The caviar 
problem 
happened to 
come up during 
a conversation 


Ruprecht Carter 


range, SCP-754 will germinate within five (5) metres of SCP-754-1. 
This occurs no more than three (3) hours after the complete 
overgrowth of all white space in range. It will tend to appear where a 
non-anomalous plant could germinate. 


SCP-754 instances can be destroyed by incineration. However, any 
root fragments left intact will be stimulated and cause immediate 
regeneration of SCP-754 within six (6) hours. Additionally, any 
chordate with mucous membrane contact to the ashes within twelve 
(12) hours will become a new medium for SCP-754 growth. Further 
instances of SCP-754 will then erupt from the petechiae of the plant. 
Dormant SCP-754 can be incinerated without inducing generation; 
root fragments must still be destroyed to prevent normal plant 
regrowth. No side effects have been observed from the incineration 
of material bearing SCP-754-1. 


Addendum 754-01 - Circumstances of retrieval: SCP-754 was 
first brought to the attention of the Foundation when police officers in 

, France, arrested an extremely agitated office worker who was 
found attacking courtyard weeds with a carbon dioxide (COz) fire 
extinguisher. Foundation intervention was required when forty-five 
(45) infestations of SCP-754-1 subsequently developed in 
residential areas. Due to recommendations made by an office 
worker in custody, the containment team suffered no casualties. 
Following interrogation that lead to current containment procedures, 
the captured person of interest was released and amnesticized, 
though he is under periodic surveillance for future encounters with 
SCP-754. 


Addendum 754-02: After the events of Experiment 754-07, 
personnel with figurative tattoos, brandings, or other decorative body 
modifications are forbidden from coming within twenty (20) metres of 
SCP-754, save for participation in approved experimentation. 


« SCP-753 | SCP-754 | SCP-755 » 


with a pair of my 
regulars. They're 
a Neo-Sarkic 
couple, very 
interested in the 
Aquamorph 
attack, and 
absolutely 
tickled pink at 
the privilege of 
eating its eggs. 
It's a privilege 
they'd very much 
like to retain, 
and they're 
willing to cut a 
deal. 


In exchange for 
nothing more 
than free dining 
for life, they'd be 
willing to work 
some 
carnomacy that 
will let us 
preserve the 
eggs indefinitely. 


Now we should 
probably do the 
ritual in small 
batches rather 
than all at once, 
in case 
something goes 
wrong and we 
lose the whole 
stock, but other 
than that | don't 


see the harm. 


Get back to me 
and let me know 
what you think. 


Marshall, Carter 


OCN39/ 
Sender 
Penny, you're a 


Ruprecht Carte 


Marshall, Carter 


Surveillance recovered from 


Time 
20:55 


21:00 


21:32 


21:38 


21:40 


Recipient | Penny Price 


10/13/1988, 20:55 - 22:55 


Footage 
Ruprecht Carter and Penny Price 
arrive at Hathscorn Manor. They 
are greeted by Seamus and 
Eurydice Hathscorn. 
The Hathscorns show Carter and 
Price to their parlour for drinks 
and hors d'oeuvres. 
Price shows the Hathscorns a six- 
count Jar of Kaiju Caviar. 
After some preparation, the eggs 
are placed within a casting circle 
of Neo-Sarkic glyphs. Eurydice 
strips nude while the others don 
blood-red robes. Eurydice stands 
in the center of the casting circle 
while the others form a triangle 
around it. 
After roughly a minute of chanting 


21:46 


21:58 


22:11 


22:13 


22:34 


22:37 


in Adytite, an unusual amount of 
menstrual blood begins to flow 
from Eurydice's vaginal canal. 
The blood drips into the circle, 
flows into the glyphs, and begins 
to vaporize into a red miasma 
which Is absorbed by the eggs. 
Fetal forms are now visible within 
the eggs. Carter, Price and the 
Hathscorns all express confusion 
and alarm at this development. 
The first egg hatches, producing a 
hatchling identical to the Colossal 
Aquamorph Entity. While Carter is 
delighted at this development, the 
others are still clearly unnerved. 
All eggs have now hatched, with 
the hatchlings growing rapidly. 
Carter attempts to place them 
inside of a crate, and they react 
with hostility. 

After a brief skirmish, Carter, 
Price and the Hathscorns flee the 
parlour and seal the hatchlings in. 
Carter phones the London Office 
informing them of the situation 
and requesting ‘monster 
wranglers’. 

Multiple vehicles arrive at 
Hathscorn Manor. Carter goes out 
to meet them, believing they are 
MC&D, only to realise they are 
GOC. Apparently, the Hathscorn's 
phone line was not properly 
secured, alerting the GOC and 
possibly others to the situation. 
As the GOC commander 
interrogates Carter, the hatchlings 
break out of the parlour, now 
nearly five feet tall. All GOC 


present engage the hatchlings, 
and Carter and Price escape in 
the confusion. 

22:46 After successfully exterminating 
all six hatchlings, the GOC 
proceeds to interrogate the 
Hathscorns. When they are 
unable to convince them of their 
innocence, they attempt to fight 
their way out. Both are kilied. 

22:55 The bodies of the hatchlings, 
Seamus and Eurydice, as well as 
Hathscorn Manor, and all Neo- 
Sarkic paraphernalia within, are 
now in the possession of the 
GOT. 

Note The MC&D legal department was 
later granted access to the 
Hathscorn's security footage to 
prepare for Mr. Carter's 

“position. 
1d. 


OCN39/ 
Sender Percival Darke Recipient | Ruprecht Carter 

Ruprecht, it 

seems | may 

owe you an 


apology. 


This caviar 
problem of yours 
was just the 
incentive | 
needed to 
further develop 
my 
Chronospheric 
Cavaedium. 


I'm quite pleased 
with the device. 
Within its 
confines, time 
can be sped up 
or slowed a 
hundredfold, and 
I'm quite 
confident it can 
function 
indefinitely. The 
current prototype 
is large enough 
to hold our entire 
stock of 
Aquamorph 
eggs, which will 
suffice for the 
present. | will, of 
course, be 
creating others, 
as we wouldn't 
want to put all 
our eggs in one 
basket. 


It was very wise 
of you to entrust 
this task to me, 
and not go off on 
your own to find 
some back-alley 
Blackbloods to 
try to 
immortalize the 
eggs, only to 
mutate them into 
parthenogenic 
hatchlings that 


brought the 
Book Burners 
down on them, 
costing them 
their lives and 
nearly yours as 
well. Yes, it was 
very wise of you 
indeed. 


Marshall, Carter 
and Darke, LTD 


Thieves Come In Fives 


Penny Price waltzed into her abode, exasperated. The bags under 
her eyes were like sacks of sand, ready to drag her head to the 
ground floor with force. 


That was the last time she would willingly work with Sarkics ever 
again. 


She wrapped her hot-pink scarf around the coat hanger and hung 
her thick jacket under it. The light gently smoothed out the interior 
with ashen tones. The soft flutter of typing climbed its way 
downstairs and into her ears. It was her husband, Timothy Price. 
And as usual, he was doing business with MC&D operatives. Most 
likely stocking items or writing up reports. 


"Tim," Penny moaned. The whispering pounding stopped and 
Timothy descended the stairs. 


"Welcome back," he yawned. He was just as tired as her, if not 
more. "How was work?" 


"The actual work was great. Business as usual, but..." 


"What? Is everything OK, honey?" To that, she replied by stumbling 
towards the man and planting herself against his chest. 


"Ugh, it was a train wreck. Remember that Sarkic couple | told you 
about?" 


"Uh... the Hathscorns?" 


"Yes, them. | had to leave the resturaunt at eight thirty and go to 
their mansion. | was with Carter, too. They performed their little ritual 
and... fucking, shit happened.” Penny couldn't tell him about the 
hatchlings. She would do that tomorrow, but not now. If she did tell 
him he would teem with involvement, bothering her with questions of 


care and concern. She appreciated it, but she couldn't stand any 
more commotion. 


"What happened?" Timothy hummed carefully. He held her chin and 
gracefully tilted her head up until her eyes met his. She couldn't help 
but smile. 


"Nothing, the eggs just... exploded, and the juice got everywhere. 
The police showed up and | had to go through questioning. It was 
intense, considering who | am and who | was with." 


"Rough night, eh?" 
"Yeah." 


"So that's why you're so grumpy." Tim said, Penny punching him on 
the side lightly. He laughed, "Want me to make dinner?" 


"Normally, yeah. But after that ritual | don't think I'm hungry," she 
chuckled tiredly. "I'm heading up to bed. Good night, Tim." She 
kissed him on the cheek and made her way upstairs. 


"Night," he replied. He followed her up, eventually seating himself 
back at this computer and resuming his routine. 


Timothy sat, being painted white by the light of the monitor. His body 
bobbed in the air, half-asleep. He looked like a ghost. Penny lay 
dormant in her room. She was eaten by its scarlet blankets, barely 
visible from the surface. 


Outside, a thick mist surrounded the manor. The fog mixed with the 
darkness, forming a heavy fabric of pure night, engulfing the area. 
The wind was calm, almost moribund in its gradually declining 
movement. That was until something began stalking the roads 
below. Like a shadow it moved, its glowing eyes granting vision 
amidst the murky London air. The wind followed behind its trail, 
almost pulled forward by the object's motion. 


Creeping up the hill the house rested upon, a pair of ghastly 
headlights penetrated the darkness. A deteriorating, rusty car pulled 
up next to the house, pressing against the manor's leftmost side. 
After the vehicle shut off, five men clad in azure coats flooded from 
its doors. Each one held an assault rifle. They smelled of salt and 
mucus. 


The terrorists made their way to the front door, where one of the 
invaders pushed his way to the front of the clique. He held both 
hands on the doorknob, grasping it firmly. He chanted several 
eldritch phrases, subtly trembling. After several minutes, the handle 
ignited with blue, thaumaturgic fire. There was a whoosh, and then a 
click, but the door wouldn't budge. The thaumaturge wriggled the 
doorknob, but sure enough, it was still locked. They looked at each 
other in confusion. 


"Must be some kind of fancy security system,” one of them said. 
"They're MC n' D, what did you expect?" 


"Such is true. Lanso," the shortest of them all whispered to the 
magician at the door, "we won't be coming back, and | doubt they'll 
be able to find us. We've no need for stealth. Break it down." 


With that, Lanso pushed both hands forward, spraying thaumaturgic 
flames about. The door flew backwards and landed with an echoing 
thud. 


The men cocked their guns and charged in. 


Timothy jumped up from his seat upon hearing the crash. Footsteps 
emerged from the bottom floor following the wretched noise. They 
jumped into his ears like grasshoppers. It took him a few seconds to 
fully wake up, but upon realizing what he was hearing, he bolted into 
the room. 


"Penny!" he shouted, nearly kicking down the door and shaking the 
woman awake. 


"Gah— fuck! Tim, what is it?!" 


"We have to go, Penny! T-there's—" Before Timothy could muster 


the correct words to explain the situation, a hand reached around his 
head from behind and covered his mouth, muffling his speech. 
Penny's eyes sunk into fear as five guns emerged from the darkness 
behind him like snakes. 


"Listen here, Penny," the frontmost thug bellowed, his voice like 
rolling thunder. "If you want to remain unharmed, then your best 
option is cooperation," The gun pressed against her nose. "Where 
are the seeds?" 


"I-I-] don't k-know—" 


"Don't play dumb! We know you've got them! We saw you serving 
the Angel's spawn at your diner!" 


"Who are you?!" her voice screeched like cracking glass. The cultist, 
filled with rage, raised the butt of his rifle and struck her across the 
face. Fingers of blood emerged from the side of her mouth, swelling 
her cheek. That was when she finally began to cry. 


Suddenly, Timothy broke free from the cultist's grasp and punched 
him in the chest. He merely stumbled backwards, but that was 
enough time for Tim to engage the invader to his right. He tried to 
trip him, but the man was able to nimbly apprehend him; twisting his 
arm behind his back painfully. Without thought one of the men shot 
Timothy's calf, and a blurred shriek of pain reverberated from him. 


Penny screamed obscenities as she viewed her husband's limp 
body fall to the floor in excruciating pain. He curled up fetal position, 
and she bound from the bed and kneeled down by his side. 


"Tim? Tim no... no, no, no, no— Tim! Wake up, God, Tim!" 
Tim coughed, "I-I'm alright, babe, I'm fine. | just— ah!" He tried to sit 
up, but the hole in his leg prevented him from doing so. Penny's 


head immediately panned up at the gathering crowd around her. 
She was dripping in sweat and clenched her teeth in anger. 


"What... What do you people want from us?" she sobbed. 


"Your people have the eggs! You dare lie to the Fifth's Reach?!" one 
of the intruders barked. 


SCP-755: "Watch for the white bird" 


Item #: SCP-755 
Object Class: Keter, containment pending. 


Special Containment Procedures: The capture of SCP-755-a is to 
be considered a K class priority to all personnel assigned to 
SCP-755. Should SCP-755-a be captured alive, all possible effort is 
to be made to ensure their compliance, and they are to be delivered 
to Humanoid Detaining Facility 17 for questioning and study.