SCP-2983: SHE IS IN FRONT OF ME, 
RESTING. SHE NEEDED REST. SHE 
PROMISED THAT SHE WOULD WAKE UP 
SOON. HER BODY— HER BODY IS STILL 
THERE. BLANKET. THE HAS ENCASED 
HERSELF WITHIN A BLANKET. IT IS ONLY 
A BLANKET. HER BODY IS NORMAL. SO | 
HAVE WAITED AND WAITED. SHE IS NOT 
DEAD. SHE ISNT. SHE CAN NEVER DIE. 


Command: SCP-2983— 


SCP-2983: SHE WILL NEVER DIE. | 
CANNOT LET HER. | WILL REVIVE HER. 
SHE JUST NEEDS— 


Command: Do you need some time alone? 
SCP-2983: I. 

[Silence for 66 seconds.] 

Command: I'll take that as a— 


SCP-2983: NO. PLEASE STAY. YOU 
INTEREST ME. 


Command: In what way? 
SCP-2983: YOU. 
SCP-2983: | MEAN. 
SCP-2983: YOU'RE JUST. 
Command: You're alone. 


SCP-2983: WHAT? 


Command: We're worried about your 
loneliness, SCP-2983. You seem very sad. 


SCP-2983: IMPOSSIBLE. | AM HAPPY. | AM 
WITH ARAH. | CANNOT BE SAD. 


Command: SCP-2983. 
SCP-2983: /Unresponsive.] 


Command: Silence will only make it worse, 
you know. 


SCP-2983: /Unresponsive.] 


Command: We're always here if you need 
me. 


[Silence for 1 hour.] 
SCP-2983: COLD. 
Command: What? 


SCP-2983: THAT'S ALL. I'M JUST COLD. 
NOTHING MORE. 


<End Log> 

[+] Show Log 2983.6 
<Begin Log> 
SCP-2983: WHO DO YOU LOVE? 
Command: You talking to me? 
SCP-2983: YES. 


Command: I'm single right now, but | do have 
feelings for one of the researchers. 


SCP-2983: ARE YOU STILL THE SAME 


PERSON AS LAST TIME? 
Command: Nope, different guy. 
SCP-2983: OH, ALRIGHT. 


Command: Although Ings did tell me you're 
not feeling OK. Are you still cold? 


SCP-2983: YES. 

Command: How cold exactly? 

SCP-2983: IT'S NOT SO BAD. | HAVE ARAH. 
[Silence for 5 minutes.] 

Command: You still think Arah is alive? 
SCP-2983: YES. 


Command: That is very unlikely, considering 
the circumstances. 


SCP-2983: STOP. 


Command: SCP-2983, it is time you accept 
Arah's death. It's making you depressed. We 
can't have that. 


SCP-2983: | AM PERFECTLY FINE. YOU 
ARE DELUSIONAL. SHE IS ALIVE. 


Command: Look at her. She is no longer 
Arah. She is Saturn. Speaking of which, how 
did she become like this? 


SCP-2983: SHE IS SLEEPING. SHE IS 
PERFECTLY NORMAL. SHE IS WITHIN HER 
BLANKET. IT IS ONLY A BLANKET. HER 
BODY IS— 


Command: Did you not— 


SCP-2983: ARAH IS ALIVE. NOT DEAD. 
ALIVE. NO, SHE IS STILL HERE. STILL 
MAKING ME WARM. MAKING THE COLD 
GO AWAY. COLD. SO COLD. BUT SHE IS 
WARM. | KNOW— 


Command: Calm down. Listen, SCP-2983. 
You need to accept Arah's death. 


SCP-2983: ARAH IS ALIVE. 


Command: Think about it. She hasn't come 
back for hundreds, maybe thousands of years. 
Some promises just can't be kept. 


[SCP-2983 is unresponsive for the remainder 
of the log.] 


<End Log> 


Note: SCP-2983 has been completely silent for a month 
now. Researcher Murphy has been disciplined 
appropriately due to his misbehavior around SCP-2983. 


Addendum 2983.6: On 2/8/2017, SCP-2983 began communicating 
with Jericho-10 after a month. The following log reads as such: 


[+] Show Log 2983.7 
SCP-2983: HELLO? 


Command: SCP-2983! It's been so long. How 
are you? 


SCP-2983: | KNOW NOW. 
Command: What? 


SCP-2983: ARAH IS COLD. SHE IS TOO 
COLD NOW. 


SCP-2983: | WANTED TO WAIT, BUT SHE 


Subject: SCP-357 in high temperature conditions 

Procedure: SCP-357 is compressed to 1 mm$ while at room 
temperature. The mechanism is then placed in a 1000°C 
environment and then releases the sample. 

Details: At a temperature of 750°C inside the compression 
mechanism, SCP-357 expands with sufficient force to damage it. 
40 m3 of SCP-357 is produced within ten seconds, fully engulfing 
the furnace, $50,000 worth of equipment, and two researchers. After 
one hour, the volume of the sample decreases to the equivalent of 
the absorbed matter. Object class is changed from Safe to Euclid. 
No further high energy experiments are permitted unless it can be 
definitively shown that a repeat of the incident will not occur. 


Experiment Log 357-7: 


Date: / / 

Subject: SCP-357. 

Procedure: A 1 mm? sample of SCP-357 is placed in a 40 m3 
container. The ambient temperature is steadily increased in order to 
determine the material's rate of expansion from application of 
thermal energy. 

Details: The experiment is still pending Level 4 approval. Models of 
expansion and further information regarding safety procedures are 
needed from Dr.B __ before a decision can be made. 


« SCP-356 | SCP-357 | SCP-358 » 


CAN NEVER RETURN. HER REST IS 
ETERNAL. 


SCP-2983: | KNOW NOW, AND | WAS 
FOOLISH FOR EVER LOVING HER. 


SCP-2983: SHE LIED TO ME. BUT SHE 
TRIED NOT TO AT FIRST. 


SCP-2983: BY LOVING HER | HAVE 
WEAKENED MYSELF. | CANNOT BECOME 
WARM AGAIN. | CAN NOT. 


Command: Take it easy— 
SCP-2983: NO! THIS IS THE TRUTH. 


SCP-2983: | CANNOT MOVE. | CANNOT 
FEEL HER AGAINST ME ANYMORE. | AM 
SO COLD. 


SCP-2983: BUT | THANK YOU. 


SCP-2983: | THANK YOU FOR 
ENLIGHTENING ME. 


SCP-2983: | HAVE ALREADY WAITED TOO 
MUCH HERE. 


Command: SCP-2983? 


SCP-2983: IT'S FREEZING HERE. AND | 
ALREADY LEFT HER WAITING FOR TOO 
LONG. 


[Before Command has the opportunity to 
speak to SCP-2983, the object began to 
crumble. Several messages pleading 
SCP-2983 to stop were sent by command, but 
as of now, it is assumed that SCP-2983 could 
not hear Command during the process of its 
decomposition.] 


<End Log> 


Note: Due to this event, | request that SCP-2983 be 
reclassified to Neutralised immediately. | would also like 
to have a quick word with Researcher Murphy. — Doctor 
Ings 


Footnotes 
1. Meaning that its face is always pointed towards the planet 


« SCP-2982 | SCP-2983 | SCP-2984 » 


SCP-2984: Girl on Fire 


Item #: SCP-2984 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: Subject is contained in a fire- 
proof animal chamber modified for ventilation in the Site-115 Annex. 
Smoke generated by SCP-2984 is filtered and released via a 
chimney included in Site-115 Annex's guise as a water treatment 
facility. 


Subject is to be fed fruits, nuts, and vegetables delivered via an 
automated delivery system. Food is to be kept soaked in water and 
placed in specially designed carbon fiber containers. Subject will 
return containers to delivery system when finished. 


Physical interaction between SCP-2984 and resident primatologists 
Drs. Aslam and Gupta are to be monitored, with security and rescue 
personnel on standby in the event the subject damages either 
individual's fire proximity suits or if they are in any other way 
incapacitated due to extreme heat or dehydration. These 
interactions are subject to termination at any moment. 


All decor and material that has sustained significant fire damage is 
to be replaced at the end of each day. 


Description: SCP-2984 is a female Bornean orangutan (Pongo 
pygmaeus) entirely consumed in fire. Despite this, SCP-2984 is 
apparently alive and healthy and shows no sign of damage or ill 
health as a result of burns or smoke inhalation. The fire engulfing 
the subject can be spread and can be extinguished normally, 
although the subject will instantaneously reignite unless fully 
submerged in water. 


SCP-2984 was discovered following a fire near , Malaysia. 
Locals described witnessing the subject apparently attempting to 


escape the fire, while they made attempts to extinguish the subject. 
Subject became agitated and began to roam aimlessly through the 
village, leaving behind embers and soot (later determined to be fecal 
droppings and hair follicles) before being frightened off by the 
villagers. 


Continued sightings by fire and rescue personnel led the Foundation 
to track and contain the subject. While in custody, personnel in fire 
proximity suits attempted to calm the subject with offerings of figs. 
The subject relaxed and examined the food from a distance, before 
consuming the figs all at once. Primatologist Dr. Gupta was present 
to oversee transport of SCP-2984 in a flame-resistant container 
partially filled with water. 5 personnel sustained minor injury, 
including minor burns and abrasions, in the attempt to escort the 
subject into the container. 


Subject's behavior is non-anomalous, though it had adopted certain 
behaviors and routines apparently learned to avoid damaging its 
food or surroundings. The subject's senses appear unaffected by 
the fire or smoke. 


« SCP-2983 | SCP-2984 | SCP-2985 » 


SCP-2985: Anart, Author of the Scream 


Item #: SCP-2985 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2985-6 is to be stored ina 
standard safe-class item locker. Other instances of SCP-2985 are to 
be stored in a climate-controlled vault, with humidity between 45 and 
55% and air temperature between 19 and 21 degrees Celsius. 
Access to SCP-2985 instances is permitted to personnel with 
clearance Level 2 and above. 


Anomalous and non-anomalous art shows are to be monitored for 
appearances of POI-2985 "Adrian Baudin". 


Description: SCP-2985-1 through SCP-2985-5 are forgeries of 
several different well-known paintings. SCP-2985 instances 
resemble the original paintings to an anomalous degree of accuracy; 
with few exceptions, these SCP-2985 instances possess strokes, 
colors, and textures indistinguishable from the originals to a 
microscopic level. Instances vary from originals in two ways: 
indicators of general wear and tear, and chemical compositions of 
paints which both indicate that SCP-2985 instances were created 
recently. The painting each instance resembles is as follows: 


instance Base Painting 

SCP-2985-1 "Red Boats, Argenteuil", Claude 
Monet 

SCP-2985-2 “The Four Trees”, Ciaude Monet 

SCP-2985-3 “Irises”, Vincent Van Gogh 

SCP-2985-4 "The 2,000 Yard Stare", Thomas 
Lea 

SCP-2985-5 "Don Quixote and Sancho 


Panza", Honore Daumier 


Show Visual References 


SCP-2985-6 is a set of six CDs recovered, along with SCP-2985-1 
through SCP-2985-5, from an exhibit titled "Respiration of 
Intelligence" at an underground anomalous art show in Greenwich, 
Britain’. SCP-2985-6 comprises the audio journal of SCP-2985's 
creator, POI-2985 "Adrian Baudin" and an additional 
cognitohazardous audio file, which contains a sequence of 
synthesized notes that can only be described by listeners in terms 
one would use to describe a painting. 


Those who hear SCP-2985-6's cognitohazardous file report that it is 
primarily red and black and features expressionistic facial design 
depicting anguish. 


Addendum: Contents of SCP-2985-6 

Names were written on each disk in red permanent marker, ina 
cursive script. Vocal analysis suggests that POI-2985 is most likely a 
British male. 


Disk One: "Waters" 


| think | have the method. Not the aesthetics, or the 
colors, or the emotions, or the style. Best to ignore them. 
To that end, | won't look at it again. It's not a target 
anymore and | can't think of it as such, else | risk to 
render the exercise pointless. Not a target, a pinpoint 
one hits with a dart thrown blindfolded. 


Geoff came over today. He offered some paints 
appropriate for the period, but | refused. Standard kit 
only. Asked me if I'd eaten. We went for dinner, at a cafe 
along the lake. After he'd gone, | sketched the boats. I'm 
not sure he gets it. But that's fine. He thinks an old man 
may have his hobbies, and I'd be inclined to agree. 


[A crackling noise is audible in the background] 


Not building from blank canvas feels off. Not sure what 
I'm afraid of, really. Hanging from the masts of the 
community? No, too many have done more. 


The image has faded now, but the memory still remains, 

imperfect. If ideas are fuzzy conceptions of what may be, 
and memories conceptions of what has been... can one 

construct from a memory as one would an idea? 


Disk Two: "Forests" 


The painting is done. Does not feel like | thought it 
would. | don't feel equal; no great reverence burst from 
me as | became the old masters. Instead I'm... proud? It 
doesn't feel like someone else's. | can think of the boats | 
saw before. They looked just like this. If my memories 
have tainted the work, why does it still match? 


Nearly slipped today, coming up here. The stairs are 
concrete, but | grabbed the railing in time. And then 
when | got to my room, | noticed something had rubbed 
off in my hand, a tiny disc of paper. But there were 
creases on it, like... like it was... folded? And every time 
| look at it, | hear a jingle in my head. 


| do not need this right now. It is stressful enough dealing 
with my work, and the gallery, and... 


| saw Geoff today. In the supermarket, as | was out 
getting processed food. | waved, but I'm not sure he 
noticed. He seems less attentive than he was yesterday. 
Maybe he's busy? Working on something? | don't know. 
Maybe he didn't see me. I'll... ask later. 


I'll find him tomorrow. 
I'm old, but I'm not a master. We'll see how it goes. 
Disk Three: "Flowers" 


There it is again. Had | an interest in forgeries, | might be 
living in a mansion. 


Didn't see Geoff. Did see others, though. First at the 
market, then the cafe. Tall men in coats, purchasing 
paints. Preparing for the show? No, most have finished 


months ago. Can't all be perpetual slackers, the system 
would fall apart. Not every painter is a... not all paint is 
used for painting. It's independent. 


Found more folded discs, piled in front of my door. They 
give me headaches. 


Two Monets. A single master, but there are more. And | 
do not channel Monet. 


A certain power lies with them, as they have marked us. 
All of us, touched by their works, consciously or 
unconsciously. And in a mark is a seed. In a seed, a 
flower. The trick is... finding the seed. 


[Silence for 1 minute] 
| think | remember a- 
Disk Four: "Fears" 


[POI-2985 is whispering. A steady knocking is audible in 
the background] | put some furniture against the door. 
They've been knocking since one, but I've never 
answered. | looked through the peephole, and they were 
holding something up, with a funnel like a phonograph 
and a handle like a gun. Five men. 


They haven't stopped knocking, but they're knocking 
harder now. Desk against the door and I'm out of paint. 
They keep on... sliding discs into the mail slot. The discs 
make me laugh, because of how cool they are. They 
make me. 


They talked, too. Want my help with something for the art 
show. 


No paint. 
[For 50 minutes, no sound is audible except for knocking] 


[Cognitohazardous audio (see above)] 


[Knocking ceases after 3 minutes] 
Disk Five: "Wars" 


[POI-2985 is whispering. Knocking is audible in the 
background] 


Hear that? 
Someone's at the door. Not them. A woman. Wait a sec. 


[Muffled noises, most likely the microphone being 
moved] 


[A new voice is heard, most likely a German female. 
Dialogue in this voice is noted by italics] 


Mister Baudin? May we come in? 
Yeah, you can have a seat... here. 


[Squeaking sounds are heard, most likely from moving 
furniture. ] 


Tea? 
No, thank you. We would like to ask you a few questions. 
About my work? 


Tangentially. We're wondering if you could give us some 
information about a few men we believe have been in the 
area. Take a look at these photos. 


[Silence for 10 seconds] 
| think | know them. Artists? 
Where have you seen them? 


Oh, stores. Restaurants. Frequent... the same places. 
Never talked. 


We're sure. What is it that you're working on, Mister 


Baudin? 


I've put together an exhibit, for the... you know the 
show? The exhibit's about the... inscrutable nature of 
human influence. And how it may be... scrutable. It's... a 
work in progress. 


We see. 

...why 'we'? 

[Silence for 10 seconds] 
Could I... sketch you? 

| suppose. 

[Shuffling sounds are heard] 


No, no, just stay there. I'll fill in the background later. 
There's just... something about your eyes. 


Disk Six: "Winds"