Alpha: Roger, Base. Let's not fuck with any more pipes, crew. 
Delta: You got it. 

Beta: I'm not gonna touch any plumbing ever again. 

Gamma: My suit's outer layer's flaking off. 

Base: That's probably from the corrosive gas that you just got 
covered with. Don't worry, we're getting a tent set up right now. 
Gamma: Decon can't cure cancer. 

Base: Don't be so sure about that. 

Alpha: Proceeding. 

<15 minutes of silence, minus status checks.> 

Alpha: We're coming up on some signs. The pipes all go back into 
the wall and it's covered in signs. There's another chamber. Looks 
like it opens onto a big shaft - goes diagonally up and down. There's 
a big bundle of pipes suspended from the ceiling going down the 
middle. 

[At this point, inertial navigation indicates the MTF is near the center 
of the mountain, 400 meters from the peak.] 

Beta: They're all warning signs. 

Delta: This one's in German. 

Gamma: Probe says that there's no radiation, but there's no oxygen. 
Hold on. 

Gamma: The atmosphere in there's fucking helium. There's no 


physical divider, it just changes. 

Base: Proceed with caution. 

Alpha: Roger. Proceeding. 

Beta: Let's not fuck with any pipes this time. 

[All electronic telemetry lost. Mechano-optical voice communications 
from MTF and sample tube still online; external microphones not 
available. Communication to MTF in morse code only due to lack of 
optical demodulator in suits.] 

Base: STATUS 

Alpha: All our electronics died once we got past this threshold. 
Alpha: We're back in the hallway, and my stuff still doesn't work. 
Gamma: Analysis package's dead. 

Beta: My rifle still works. 

Gamma: Jesus Christ, don't shoot down there. You might hit a pipe. 
Beta: Fucking pipes. 

Alpha: Just do a damn function check next time, Beta. 

Delta: My DSLR's dead. I've got an old Pentax mechanical camera 
in my pack. Hold on. 

Delta: No meter, high-speed black and white film only. Hope 
Gamma hasn't fogged it by standing near me. 

Gamma: My suit's not that radioactive. 

<Short pause.> 

Alpha: Goddammit! My radio's burning! 

Alpha: Everyone take your electronics modules off! 

Alpha: All our electronics just caught on fire. 

Gamma: | threw the analysis package into the helium. It's not on 
fire, but it's melting all over the fucking floor. 

Delta: Base, | hope you got those photos | sent earlier. My memory 
card is literal toast. 

Base: GOT THEM 

Alpha: Base, recommendations? 

Base: WAIT 

[4 minutes taken for researchers to meet.] 

Base: PROCEED, BUT TURN BACK IF OBVIOUS DANGER 
Alpha: Roger. Proceeding. 

Beta: Christ, deeper? 

Delta: There's a stairway cut into the side of the shaft. Why is there 
a Stairway if there aren't any fucking people? 

Gamma: Looks like there's some high-voltage electrical lines 
running down the right-hand side there, judging by the ceramic 


insulators. There's no insulation on the line. Let's keep to the left. 
Alpha: Eyes and ears open, crew. 

Alpha: There's some sort of force pulling me towards the lower end 
of the shaft. 

Delta: I've got a bubble level here. Might be a gravity anomaly. 
Delta: Let me survey the area - I've seen people torn apart by tidal 
forces in a barn before. It's not pretty. 

Gamma: It's just fucking wind blowing down the shaft and you're a 
goddamn idiot. 

Beta: Yeah, | can hear it. 

<7 minutes of silence.> 

Alpha: There's a doorway up ahead on the left. Let's investigate. 
Alpha: God fucking dammit. We've found Harris. 

Base: STATUS 

Alpha: His lower body is gone. Completely smooth cut. 

Base: CAUSE 

Alpha: Don't see anything. 

Beta: There's a hallway going this way. 

Alpha: Investigating. 

<1 minute of silence.> 

Beta: Jesus! Stop stop stop stop! 

Alpha: What is it? 

Beta: My rifle barrel just fucking got cut off! 

Beta: It looks like there's a slot in the hallway. Goes all the way 
around. 

Beta: And when | stick shit past it, it gets sliced up. 

Delta: What the hell is that all over the floor? 

Beta: Bits of my fucking rifle and- oh my god. 

Gamma: I'm going to throw up. 

Alpha: Not in that suit, you're not. 

Alpha: Base, we've found the other half of Harris. 

Base: STATUS 

Alpha: In little tiny fucking bits all over the floor. Looks like sand. 
Delta: If you really look close you can see things falling from the 
ceiling to the floor through that slot. Looks like really thin wires. 
Alpha: Turning back. 

<A loud noise is heard through the team's suits.> 

Gamma: What the fuck, Beta?! 

Beta: Can't use my fucking rifle with the gas tube sliced off. Now we 
know it'll slice through a whole gun. 


Delta: Let's fucking go. 

<1 minute of silence.> 

Alpha: Proceeding up the shaft. 

Beta: Wind's going up now. 

Delta: It's following us. 

Beta: It's getting stronger. The stairs are steel. Guys, turn on your 
mag - fuck, no mag clamps. 

Alpha: Just hold onto the railing. 

Alpha: Scratch that, it's made of gallium or something. Melted when 
| touched it. 

Alpha: Just hold on. If it keeps picking up, stick to the side and 
huddle together. 

<3 minutes of silence.> 

<Wind noises suddenly become audible through suits.> 

Beta: Fuck! 

Alpha: Beta, get to the side! 

Beta: It's blowing goddamn sideways! There's no fucking vent so it 
can do that! 

Delta: There's a vent on a pipe. Look. 

Beta: FUCK! 

<A loud clang is heard through Beta's suit.> 

Beta: Guys, I'm on the fucking wires! 

Alpha: Grab onto one of the pipes and pull away from the cables- 
your suit's insulated, it'll hold- 

Beta: The wires are hot! They're burning through the fucking 
insulation! 

Alpha: Hold on! 

Beta: | can't fucking hold on, I'm- 

[Optical loop through Beta's suit severed. Vacuum line returns 
helium to base.] 

Gamma: Nielsen! 

Alpha: God fucking dammit! 

Delta: Let's fucking go! The wind's going down again! 

Gamma: Motherfucking pipes! 

<Four minutes of panicked breathing.> 

Alpha: Base, you there? 

Base: YES 

Alpha: We're heading out now. Beta's dead - wires burned right into 
her fucking suit and fried her. We've sealed the tube - is it working 
again? 


Base: YES 

Delta: The hallway's going left. It wasn't going that fucking direction 
when we came in here. 

Gamma: The tether's still leading down it, though. 

Alpha: Base, tighten the tether, would you? 

Base: OK 

Alpha: It's tight. Proceeding. 

<Six minutes of silence.> 

Alpha: The walls are changing. They aren't concrete any more, 
they're riveted steel, it looks like. 

Gamma: Painted matte olive drab. 

Alpha: There's another chamber up ahead. We have to go through 
it to get out. 

<One minute of silence.> 

Alpha: There's a fucking lake in here. It's goddamn deep and there 
are a Shitload of pipes going into it. 

Delta: It's fucking huge - looks like it's a mile across. Halogen lights 
going all across the ceiling. 

Alpha: Base, | thought we were still inside the mountain. It's not this 
fucking big. 

Base: HOLD ON 

Base: YOU ARE IN MTN. 1200 MTRS TETHER OUT 

Delta: There are lights underwater. Look. 

Gamma: They're blue. Looks like - Looks like the lake is full of 
nuclear reactors. 

Gamma: That sample line's still working, right? 

Base: YES 

Gamma: Sending a water sample. 

<Two minutes pass.> 

Gamma: You got it yet? We've only got two days worth of air left. 
[Sample vial arrives at base, four minutes after it is expected to. 
Sample triggers radiation alarms upon arrival. ] 

Base: GO GO GO - DANGER - SMPL HGH RADIOACTIVE 
Alpha: God fucking dammit, let's go! Follow the tether! 

<Three minutes of rapid breathing.> 

Alpha: Hold it. Gotta rest a moment. 

Gamma: Got it. 

Delta: Let's - AGH! 

<A clang is heard through the team's suits.> 

Alpha: What the FUCK?! 


Delta: | leaned on a goddamn pipe and it fell off the wall! 
Gamma: It's full of fucking mice! 

Alpha: Base, we've got mice. Mice from a pipe. 

Delta: Thousands and thousands of mice. 

Gamma: Goddamn mice pipe. 

Gamma: GODDAMN MICE! GODDAMN PIPE! 

<Several gunshots are heard through the team's suits.> 
Alpha: HOLD YOUR FUCKING FIRE, Gamma! 

Gamma: Fucking pipes! 

Delta: You hit that one over there - it's leaking. 

Gamma: Oh no. 

Alpha: Gamma, give me your sidearm. 

Gamma: Yes, sir. 

Alpha: There's some sort of white billowing cloud. Can't tell if it's 
gas or vapor. 

Alpha: We have to go forward. 

<Two minutes of silence.> 

Delta: Oh Christ, it's fucking cold. Liquid nitrogen or something. 
Alpha: Just get through it as fast as you can. 

Gamma: My suit's joints are icing over. 

Delta: Mine's fine - yours probably needed that outer layer. 
Gamma: Motherfucking pipes. 

Alpha: There are frozen mice all over the floor. 

<Two minutes of silence.> 

Gamma: | can't fucking bend my elbows. 

Alpha: Just keep going. 

<One minute of silence.> 

Gamma: Something just fell off my air pack - my air's getting colder. 
Delta: Mine's fine. 

Alpha: Looks like your tank's exposed - we gotta get you out of 
here. 

<One minute of silence.> 

Gamma: Guys, my lungs are fucking freezing, and my suit knees 
are getting stiff - Can you drag me if they freeze up? 

Alpha: We'll get you out of here, Gamma. 

<Two minutes of silence.> 

Gamma: Guys, my knees are stuck. I'm fall- 

<A crunching noise is heard.> 

Alpha: Fuck! Gamma! 

Delta: His visor's smashed. He's dead. Cut him loose. 


Alpha: God dammit! 

[Optical loop through Gamma's suit severed. Vacuum line receives 
hydrogen, cooled to near-cryogenic temperatures, for several 
seconds.] 

Alpha: Let's fucking get out of here. 

<Six minutes of silence.> 

Alpha: The hallway's doubling back. 

Delta: It's warmer here. 

Alpha: Here's the other end of that pipe Gamma knocked loose. 
Looks like it's empty. 

Delta: There's a whooshing noise coming out of it - must be 
pneumatic. 

Delta: God fucking dammit. 

Alpha: What did you do?! 

Delta: | didn't touch it! | leaned next to it and it started spewing 
mouse hair! 

Delta: Let's just get out of here. 

<28 minutes of silence.> 

Alpha: There's a bigger chamber here, and the pipes go into the 
wall again. Heading in. 

Alpha: The chamber is tall - looks like five or six stories. The walls 
are covered in what looks like asbestos halfway up. 

Delta: There's one pipe in here - sticking a short ways out of the 
ceiling. It ends after about half a meter. 

Delta: Shit - something just fell out. 

Alpha: Get back in the hall! 

<The sound of shattering glass is heard through the team's suits.> 
Alpha: What the fuck? 

Delta: Why? Why is this even here? 

Alpha: Base, it dropped a Mason jar full of yellow powder. 
Alpha: Gamma had the sample vials. We can't go back. 

Delta: I've got a film canister here. 

Alpha: Good thinking. 

Alpha: Sending sample. 

Base: OK 

<35 minutes of mostly silence, punctuated by shattering glass.> 
[Sample arrives, 33 minutes past expected arrival.] 

Base: RECEIVED - WAIT 

Base: SMPL IS 50 SULFUR 50 UNKNWN BIO SUBST 

Base: WAIT OK 


Alpha: That's fine - we can rest a while. 

[23 minutes pass while Base analyzes sample.] 

Base: DONE 

Base: OTHER 50 TREE POLLEN - COAST REDWOOD 

Alpha: Expected it would be something useless. 

Alpha: Let's go. Keep following the tether - it'll lead back eventually. 
<Twelve minutes of silence.> 

Alpha: All the pipes are headed back into the wall again. There's 
something on the wall up ahead. 

Alpha: It looks like the wall is covered almost floor to ceiling with 
open pipes. 

Alpha: Let's move forward and hope they don't cover us in slime or 
something. 

<Thirty seconds of silence.> 

Delta: Wait a moment. 

Delta: They're rifled! They're fucking gun barrels! 

Alpha: Oh, fuck! Run! 

Delta: They end up there! 

<Fifteen seconds of panicked breathing.> 

<Enormous amounts of automatic gunfire heard through both suits. 
Gunfire continues for approximately five minutes. Vacuum line 
begins leaking.> 

Delta: It's stopped. Base, can you hear me? I'm fucking deaf. 
Base: YES 

Delta: Alpha's dead - | can't even recognize his fucking suit. I'm the 
last one. 

Delta: There's five inches of lead stuck to the wall. Jesus Christ. 
Delta: I'm cutting him off now and sealing the tube. 

Delta: Base, am | close to getting out of here? 

[At this point, Base had withdrawn twelve kilometers of tether. At its 
maximum extension, it had spooled out 1400 meters. The extra 
tether was chemically and physically identical to the original tether 
material. This information was withheld from the final task force 
member to maintain morale. ] 

Base: YES 

Delta: Thank god. 

Delta: Gonna keep going now. 

<Twelve minutes of silence.> 

Delta: There's another chamber up ahead. 

<30 seconds of silence.> 


Delta: Base. 

Base: YES 

Delta: The hallway ends here. 

Delta: There's one little pipe. In the middle of the floor, about three 
inches in diameter, five inches in length. 

Delta: My tether is going into it. 

Delta: My tether is going into a fucking pipe and I'm not getting out 
of here. 

Delta: Fuck it if I'm waiting for my air to run out and breathe in 
whatever there is now. Probably phosgene or xenon or something. 
Delta: I've got twelve rounds in my sidearm and I'm going to blow 
my fucking brains out before the ceiling can come down and crush 
me. 

Delta: I'm sending back my roll of film. Push it a stop when you 
develop it. 

Base: OK 

Base: SHORE YOU PERFORMED ADMIRABLY 

Base: WE ARE SORRY 

Delta: Doesn't make a difference anymore. 

Delta: Tell me when the film gets there and I'll cut the tether loose. 
Base: OK 

[Film canister arrives, four hours past expected arrival.] 

Base: SHORE THE FILM IS HERE 

Delta: Good. 

Delta: In my quarters, there's a locked box under the bed. The 
combination is 3589. Please deliver the note inside to my brother. 
Base: WE WILL 

Delta: Don't send anyone else in here. Use robots or something. 
Don't put any more people through this. | don't care if they're Ds — 
nobody deserves this. 

Delta: I'm going now. Not gonna let this place win. 

<A crunching sound is heard, followed by the sound of inrushing air, 
and a gunshot.> 


After Epsilon-12-Delta's suicide, over 60 kilometers of 
tether were retrieved from SCP-1555. Further exploration 
by non-expendable Foundation personnel is forbidden; in 
addition, improvements were made to Foundation- 
standard pressurized sample isolators to avoid blowout 
events similar to that experienced by Epsilon-12- 


Gamma. 


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The above are the images recovered from the roll of film 
returned by Epsilon-12-Delta. Film was Fuji Neopan 
1600 35mm, developed in Kodak Xtol, 1+2 dilution, for 
11.25 minutes. Thirty images on the roll were completely 
unrecoverable due to radiation-induced fogging. No other 
images have ever been recovered from deeper than 200 
meters into SCP-1555. Any additional context for these 
images is unknown, as Epsilon-12-Delta did not 
communicate such when attempting to exit SCP-1555. 
Click images to enlarge. 


SCP-1556: Misthorses 


Item #: SCP-1556 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-1556 avoids human 
contact and currently roams an area greater than 15 km from any 
human settlement or roadway, containment procedures require only 
that the herd be monitored and tracked. Ground personnel tracking 
SCP-1556 must maintain a distance of at least 200 m at all times, 
and must not openly carry any weapons as this may trigger a 
defensive response. 


Experiments involving the tranquilization of individual SCP-1556 
specimens have been suspended indefinitely.