The bishop Bronzon could feel the devotion like a wind on his face. 
The sanctuary was filled, every body singing in time to the Great 
Machine well below them. Since the hated heretics had been 
silenced, the Church had swollen with faith, initiates, and the most 
sacred of relics, shards of The Broken itself. He raised his face to 
the sooty ceiling, lifting his own voice with the throng, feeling the 
touch of The Broken firmly, for the first time in years. 


He watched the steam and smoke rise from the vents in the floor, 
the very Breath of God itself, the taste as hot and coppery as blood. 
Several brothers and sisters had torn open their robes, exposing 
their flesh to the fumes, letting them soak inside and out. Others had 
already swooned, shivering in ecstacy at the feel of the heavy hand 
of The Broken on their soul. Bronzon felt a thrill of excitement 
coursing through his body, both from admiration of their burgeoning 
faith and the more earthly admiration of their young, supple flesh. 


He was still admiring them when the screaming started. 


It started from the back, a sudden flurry of activity, spreading like a 
wave of panic. Soon everyone had recoiled from the door, some still 
chanting mindlessly, carried by the crush of humanity. 


A demon stood in the doorway. The jaws hung wide, a mass of 
jagged death lining them. One hand ended in a spray of glistening 
points, the other in a smooth, hellish hook. The eyes crackled with a 
green glow, mouth frozen in a too-wide grin. It glistened with blood 
like a second skin. 


Bronzon froze for a moment, paralyzed by fear, replaying every sin, 
every indulgence he'd taken. He looked in to those glowing eyes, 
and knew for one shining second, with all that he was, that his time 
had come. He broke free almost instantly, hitting the button below 
the podium to summon security and unlocking the hidden panic 


room behind the wall hanging. 


Even in those few seconds, people had started dying. The demon 
slashed and carved like a living meat grinder, limbs and organs 
falling like leaves to the ground. Brave, strong men, Crusaders in 
training, threw their fellows before them to spare themselves a few 
more seconds, the whole mass pushing away like panicked cattle. 
Really, that's what they were, in the end. The loss would hurt for a 
time... but cattle could always be replaced. 


Bronzon shook his head sadly, turning away from the carnage. It 
was only when he tried to open the panic room, and found it locked, 
that he felt that fear again, bright and sweet, like biting on a rotten 
tooth. 


The screaming had died down, just a few wheezing, bubbling 
hisses, the odd flapping or brushing sound as some ruined limb tried 
to drag its dying body away. Bronzon was almost physically unable 
to turn around, the weight of what he knew was behind him freezing 
his muscles. He finally did, with great effort, keeping his eyes well 
away from the floor, still wincing at the sprays of blood and gore 
coating the walls. 


The demon stood a few feet away, barely breathing heavy. Her eyes 
were wide and glistening, blood running around them like tears. 


“W... who sent you? | deserve that much,” he stammered. 


She tilted her head like a bird of prey, staring for a few seconds. 
“The Foundation. We know about your friends. What you did. What 
you want to do.” 


He sighed, nodding his head, absenily noting the banging against 
the locked chapel door... security. Finally arrived to help. Far too 
late to help. 


He held his arms open, closing his eyes. “Send me on to The 
Broken. My faith may have waned, but | know The Broken waits to 
make me whole.” 


“You talk like I'm about to kill you, bishop. You are mistaken. | have 


no intention of making you a martyr. My intention is to make you a 
heretic." 


His eyes snapped open, a dark glimmer of idea emerging from a 
nightmare shadow. “No... no, you can't... ” 


“Let me tell you what will happen. The security men will break in. 
They will find this room filled with the dead. They will find the room 
covered in blasphemous symbols. And they will find you, one of the 
priests of your mechanical God..." 


"No! You can't!" Bronzon repeated. 


"... covered in the blood of the faithful... having sacrificed... having 
slaughtered... the followers of The Broken for the glory of The 
Grey.” 


He hisses, teeth bared at the very mention of that twisted sect's 
“god”. 


“Blasphemy! They would never...” 


“Oh, but they will believe... it says so right here, on this note that will 
be left on the podium, detailing the ritual you were performing. Too 
bad you had to remove your own hands, tongue and eyes as part of 
the ritual... I'm sure the other faithful would love to interrogate you 
before your body is torn to pieces and burned, excommunicated 
from your mechanical god.” She smiled wider, teeth chattering in 
excitement as she raised her slaughtering hands. “Oh well.” 


The last sound his tongue made was a whimper, his last sight her 
dripping, blood-soaked hair. 


The sun was going down when she stepped out from the alley, the 
outreach center closed up and dark nearly three hours before their 
normal closing. Agent Kramer looked a little rumpled, perhaps a bit 
dirty even, but still very presentable. She refused to feel her 
soreness, or reflect on the hard scrubbing she'd had to do after a 
short break-in at a nearby home. Whoever lived there would have a 
nasty shock when they went to use the tub...hopefully they'd just 


assume it was some kind of plumbing back-up. 


Agent Harken sat in the driver's seat, a small hill of cigarette butts 
on the street next to the car door, topped with three or four empty 
crumpled packets. He sat up, a red-tinged twist of tissue paper 
jutting from one nostril, as he saw Kramer crossing the street. 
Kramer laughed, leaning into the open window, brushing at a small 
dried patch of blood on her hand, one of many she'd probably 
missed. 


“The hell happened to you?” 


“| fell asleep in the back. Some kid tried to take our stereo. | don't 
know who was more surprised, him or me.” 


“Wow.” 


He shook his head, tossing the tissue in to the road as she walked 
around the car. “Hey, don't worry about me, the hell happened in 
there?” 


“Don't worry about it.” 


“Can you think of any reason why | saw two guys come out of the 
building throwing up?” 


“No.” 


Harken sighed, starting the car and pulling out, rolling slow as the 
last gasp of sun dipped out of sight. “So, everything went ok?” 


“Yes," Kramer said, her face settled back into its usual 
expressionless mask. "Like clockwork.” 


Internal Departments 


This article is not considered official and/or canon 


The Foundation's successful operation depends primarily on dividing 
responsibilities between various departments. Some of the 
Foundation's departments are listed in this document. For the sake 
of efficiency, all departments are closely coordinated. 
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Table of Contents 
Administrative Department 
Department of External Affairs (DEA) 
Engineering and Technical Service Department 
Ethics Committee 
Intelligence Agency 
Internal Security Department 
Logistics Department 
Manufacturing Department 
Medical Department 
Mobile Task Forces 
Scientific Department 
Security Department 
Aaministrative Deparment 
The Administrative department is 
headed by the O5 Command. It 
directs the Foundation's actions 
on all levels. This department 
includes all communication nodes 
and command centers; every 
such node and center has a 
standby for failure redundancy. 
The jurisdiction of AD also include 
whole Foundation's financial 
operations, like disposition of 
funds, accountancy, budget 


planning etc. Due to the 
importance of this department, 
loyalty checks are more frequent 
here than anywhere else. The 
record-keeping office also 
belongs to this department. 

Deparment of Exte 
DEA is responsible for a wide 
spectrum of operations: planting 
disinformation, eliminating traces 
of SCP (both objects and the 
Foundation's) activity, D-class 
personnel enlistment, and 
recruiting new employees from 
military and civil institutions. The 
DEA is responsible for concealing 
the activity of Foundation agents 
and facilities in populated areas. 
DEA is essentially the front line of 
the Foundation as it filters all 
potential employees and is 
responsible for maintaining high 
standards among recruited 
personnel - this can also be called 
HR. 


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E&TS is responsible for technical 
maintenance and everyday 
services of all facilities and 
equipment in active Foundation 
use. This department is 
responsible for design and 
construction of new facilities and 
routes of communication as well 
as repair and maintenance. E&TS 
department is divided into several 
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clearance levels and 
appropriations; employees with 
higher clearance levels design 
and build Keter-class containment 
chambers and work with 
strategically important facilities. 

Cinics Comimitiee 
Ethics Committee is a small 
independent department 
responsible for reviewing 
containment procedures and 
checking conducted experiments 
for excessive waste or 
inappropriate use of Class D 
employees and other resources. 
The Committee's existence is 
thought to be a poor joke by 
some, but it plays a significant 
role in the Foundation's operation 
and Is quite intiuential. 

mcnigence Agency 
The Intelligence Agency is tasked 
with searching, tracking, and 
capturing uncontained SCP 
objects and gathering intelligence 
on hostile groups of interest. 
Undercover IA cells exist in every 
major populated area and 
disguised as civilian objects and 
institutions. Intelligence agents 
are usually recruited from various 
defense and law enforcement 
agencies and special services of 
the worid. 

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ISD is a concealed "foundation 
within the Foundation", a secret 
police force responsible for 


filtering traitors as well as 
operational and information 
security risks among the 
Foundation's ranks. The 
department is strictly hierarchical, 
adhering to stringently defined 
multi-stage investigative protocol. 
Potential ISD agents must have a 
perfect service record anda 
length of Foundation service of 
more than a year. Usually, every 
ISD agent keeps his "official" 
position in order to provide his 
command a first-hand account of 
everything happening in a given 
department. The very existence of 
ISD is usually presented as a 
myth. The "official" responsibility 
of ISD is investigation and 
interrogation of captured GOI 
agents, although that part of ISD 
officially belongs to Security 
Department for the purpose of 
secrecy. 
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Logistics Department is 
responsible for transferring 
natural, financial and human 
resources between Foundation 
facilities. Transportation is 
conducted using automotive, 
water, railroad, aerial, soace, and 
other transport. There is a 
complicated system for assigning 
transportation priorities and 
importance classes; SCP objects 
and resources necessary to 
contain them usually get top 
priority. Disposing of arising 


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03:41L - Command: Team One, Command. All civilians 
have been detained and evacuated. You are cleared to 
move in and capture. 

03:41L - T1Lead: Command, One Lead. Roger, we are 
moving in. 

03:43L - T1Lead: We are inside the lobby. Video feed 
check. 

03:44L - Command: Team One, Command. We are 
receiving...[pause]...we are seeing blood on the walls, 
please confirm. 

03:44L - T1Lead: Negative, Command, it's clean in here. 
Nothing out of the ordinary. 

03:45L - Command: ... it's gone. Team One, advise 
possible memetic properties in effect. 

03:45L - T1Lead: Copy, Command. Team One moving 
into storage area. 

03:47L - T1Lead: We are in the storage area, object 
located. 

03:48L - Command: Christ, it's moving... Team One, 
confirm, object appears to be alive and moving. 

03:48L - T1Lead: ... Command, negative, we see no 
movement. Object appears to be normal. 

03:48L - T1Lead: Two, open it up. 

03:48L - Sounds of weapons being readied, followed by 
creaking as object is opened. 

03:49L - T1-2: Sir, it's empty. 

03:50L - T1Lead: Command, One Lead. The object 
appears to be empty. 

03:51L - T1Lead: Command, do you copy? 

03:51L - Command: Sounds of screaming and retching. 
03:51L - T1Lead: Command, do you copy?! 

03:52L - T1Lead: Shit, we're bugging out. Close that 
thing! 


Addendum 895-02: Following Incident [DATA EXPUNGED] and the 
loss of 3 personnel, the Red Zone of SCP-895 has been extended 
from 5 meters to 10 meters, and security personnel shifts have been 
reduced to 4 hours as a precaution. 


hindrances during shipments is 
also a top-priority action. 


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Manufacturing Department is 
responsible for fulfilling any 
material requests that can arise 
during capture, containment, or 
any other Foundation process. 
Manufacturing Department has 
several Sites and Zones wholly 
devoted to constructing a wide 
profile of custom-made or mass- 
produced items. Designing and 
manufacturing is often done on- 
site for security reasons. For the 
same reasons, neither the 
manufacturing staff nor the design 
documents ever leave the 
facility's limits. These are usually 
stocked with modern equipment 
and are heavily guarded. 

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The Foundation's Medical 
Department is responsible for 
keeping employees in good 
health. Due to the nature of 
Foundation work, medics often 
encounter difficult to treat and 
highly unusual instances of 
wounds, trauma, infections, and 
disorders. Because of this, the 
MD adheres to exceptionally high 
personnel standards. Some 
Foundation medics specialize in 
secondary areas of treatment 
expertise such as memetic 
influences, psychological trauma, 
and so on. 


MODNeG 1aSK Forces 
The Foundation's line of work 
requires a large number of highly 
specialized professionals. This is 
usually related to anomalies that 
require much effort and an 
unorthodox approach for 
containment. To address this, 
Mobile Task Forces are formed. 
MTFs are teams of varying size 
that specialize in specific roles or 
respond to specific situations. 
Every group has a name 
consisting of a Greek letter and a 
number; clarification prefixes and/ 
or call signs may be employed in 
some cases. More information 
may be found at the Overview 
for Mobile Task Forces. 


Scientific Departmen 
Efficient scientific work is the 
cornerstone of the Foundation's 
existence and operation. The 
Scientific department is 
responsible for studying all 
contained and new SCP objects, 
developing countermeasures for 
containment breach events and 
designing various devices and 
medicinal products to be 
produced by the Manufacturing 
Department. ScD employees are 
recruited from among the best 
and most promising scientists in 
various fields. 

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This department is responsible fir 
providing security and protection 


for all Foundation facilities and 
objects, regardless of their 
priority. SD employees are trained 
to counteract containment breach 
events, intrusions, sabotage, 
natural disasters, and other 
emergencies. Newcomers to this 
service usually undergo general 
training before being assigned to 
an object or site. Special training 
for working with a given object is 
performed on-site after 
assignment. 


Little Hurley Lost in Meatspace 


Splat! Splat! 

Whe... whe... where is mommypult? 

Splat! 

Daddypult! Where are you? It's so strange here. 


Where did the walking thing go? It was so nice to me. Why was 
there a large bang? 


Splat! 


What was that big light mommypult? It took you and daddypult 
away. 


Splat!