2 to 3 hours following exposure to all of SCP-632's sensory triggers, 
affected individuals will experience mild headaches, sensations of 
spider silk on their skin, and repeated intrusive thoughts about 
spiders. MRI scans at this stage of infection reveal the presence of 
hundreds of small filament-like structures measuring 2-3cm in length 
forming in the frontal cortex of infected individuals’ brains. The 
mechanism of cellular differentiation is as yet unknown to 
Foundation researchers, but is presumed to be similar to 
[REDACTED] observed in victims of SCP-1204. The pressure 
exerted on cerebral blood vessels by these structures causes 
headaches in affected individuals, localised towards the front of the 
skull. Repeated tapping on the affected areas causes the filament- 
like structures to release large amounts of endorphins, effectively 
alleviating the pain caused by their swelling. Growth of such 
structures can be halted via timely administration of Class-B 
amnestics; however, while this method prevents total SCP-632 
manifestation from occurring, it does not cause existing symptoms to 
abate. 


As SCP-632 manifestation progresses, affected individuals will 
experience gradual thinning of the anterior brain lining and skull, as 
bone, muscle and fat tissue is gradually incorporated into the 
filament-like structures in the frontal cortex. 6 to 7 days following 
initial exposure, headaches experienced by affected individuals will 
increase sharply in intensity and duration. This is due to the 
filament-like structures having already developed fully into instances 
of juvenile SCP-632, which greatly exacerbate the pressure on the 
cerebral blood vessels via their movements. Affected individuals at 
this point tend to apply increasing amounts of force to their 
foreheads in order to release enough endorphins to reduce the pain 
to tolerable levels. Eventually, most affected individuals end up 
fracturing their own skulls through accidental application of 
excessive force, at which point 80 to 200 instances of SCP-632 will 
exit the brain from the weakened point in the forehead. 


admit she's a selfish woman? Alright, Jessie. Here you are. People 
don't want their families caught up in this world, Jessie, not unless 
they absolutely need that support. It's one of the most selfish things 
you can do." 


Jessie closed her eyes, her hand still on the door handle as she 
froze for several moments. 


"I'll see you and dad real soon," she said, and exited into the night. 


Sasha watched the door close, and let out a sigh, placing her head 
in her hands. It was then she felt a familiar arm draped over her 
shoulder. 


"Should we go after her?" Gabe asked. "Leanne's house is not that 
far." 


Sasha shook her head. 


"Give her time..." Sasha mumbled. "We fucked up, Gabe. We really 
fucked up. / really fucked up." 


"What family involved with the Foundation doesn't?" Gabe replied, 
gently squeezing her shoulder. 


Conclusion: There is simply no escaping that 
Foundation personnel will form families, and potentially 
have children. The very nature of these relationships 
would typically force the strain of constant deception 
onto numerous Foundation Personnel, resulting in all the 
associated negative health effects. As the above protocol 
denotes, however, there is a better way. 


Those living on military bases around the world know 
their loved ones are serving in the military. Families of 
FBI, CIA, and other intelligence services typically know 
the type of security their loved ones are required to keep. 
The Foundation need not be different in this sense and 
stands to save an approximated 1.8 million USD in Class 
A amnestics, and 0.6 million in Class B amnestics 


annually following widespread implementation of this 
protocol. 


There is a saying popular among some of the old guard. 
"We died in the dark, so you may live in the light." Ata 
certain level, for Foundation personnel this is true. 
However, we do not necessarily need to enter the dark 
without support... 


When Sasha Merlo awoke the next morning, she was still on the 
couch, the early morning rays hitting her through the blinds with 
what felt like a violent intensity. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, 
she proceeded to shuffle into the kitchen, where the sounds and 
smells of a coffee machine awaited her. 


"| don't know about you," Sasha said to the lump sitting at the 
kitchen table in her peripheral vision, "but | barely slept. Today is 
going to be hell at work." 


Sasha finished pouring and preparing her cup of coffee, taking a sip 
and turning to the figure. When she saw it was an equally sleep- 
deprived Jessie, and not Gabe, she nearly dropped her mug. 


"You always make a pot in the morning before work..." Jessie said 
softly. "I figured you'd like it if someone else made it for you for a 
change." 


Sasha immediately placed the mug down, and crossed the room, 
wrapping her daughter in a tight hug. 


"I'm sorry..." Jessie said. "That was just... too much to take in... and 
| was scared..." 


Sasha didn't reply. She maintained the tight grip on her daughter, as 
tears began to roll down her cheek. As she took a deep breath, she 
heard Jessie make one more comment. 


"Does this mean | get one of those neat ID badges too?" 


« Priorities | Anderson Robotics Hub | Series 4: End of Line 


» 


End Of Olympians Hub 


PROMETHEUS LABS 
DATABASE #-2-320 


TELEKILL ALLOY INITIATIVE 


PROJECT OVERVIEW 


The Telekill Alloy is designed to prevent telepathic rays 
or fields from affecting human minds. Test subjects so 
far have been able to prevent these forces access to 
their minds, however the remainder of their tests were 
not as promising. Only 6 subjects were able to get 
successfully to the end of the testing chamber without 
succumbing to psychic attack. This is improved upon last 
years result, in which we were unable to prevent any test 
subjects from succumbing and having to be rehabilitated. 
Thankfully, no one has been seriously injured. 


In the coming year, | expect the following tasks to have 
been accomplished by our team, if we wish to hit the 
1976 product release window. Remember, our contracts 
with the U.S. Military will not last forever. 


Goal #1: Continued research on the properties held by 
the alloy, with tests involving tester-22b being a 
particularly avenue to pursue. 


Goal #2: Reproduction of the alloy without the usage of 
the poorly documented effects, or prepare superior 
documentation about them. | expect reports on both 
types of phenomenon in addition to existing work. 


Goal #3: Reduce the ablative properties. This is 
imperative 


Goal #4: Study the effect on exposure and morale before 


testing may continue. 

Prometheans 

Meeting Of The Minds 

Psychiatric Profile For Researcher Lee Byron 
Preaching To The Choir 

When We Reach The Crescendo 


A Few More Words From "The Administrator" 


Prometheans 


Senior Researcher L. Byron(aka "Kraito") 
SCP Researcher and Telepathy Specialist. 
Security Class: 3 


Duties: Research of Telepathic anomalies, Objects 
recovered in the field, SCP containment doctrine 
development. 


Current assignment: Site-19, Prometheus project. 


Lee "Kraito" Byron was not having a very good day. Not that he 
usually had good days, but fate had been particularly cruel to him on 
this one. He'd missed the tram coming into Site-19, and been forced 
to wait 2 hours for the next one to come in. At least now, alone in his 
office, he might have some peace and quiet. 


"Hey, Kraito, you busy?" 


Cursing his own hopes, he turned to see a familiar young woman 
standing at the door. Dressed in standard task force attire, and 
standing at a robust 6’, she struck an intimidating figure. Kraito rolled 
his eyes, then grumbled a reply. 


"A bit. Did you need something, or did you come just to waste my 
time?" 


Lt. Masipag walked into this office, taking time to note the mountains 
of papers and geegaws littering the ground. 


"Actually, Fritz sent me here to pick up some papers you had, for the 
recon." 


Kraito snorted. "You agents are always getting all the interesting 
stuff. | get to sit in an office with papers and broken A/C. Here are 


your stinkin’ papers." He thrust a handful of crumpled documents to 
Masipag. 


Masipag took them, with eyebrows locked in an amused stance. 
"Someone's in a rare mood this morning. Something on your mind?" 


"No..." Kraito grunted. "Sorry. I've had a rough morning, y'know?" 
She nodded. "We all have those days. I'll let ya be, for now." 
"Thanks..." he looked back to the papers at his desk, and renewed 
his work. He didn't notice Masipag stroll out of his office, and out of 
sight. 

Field Commander F. Williams(aka "Fritzwillie") 

SCP Field Retrieval and Containment Commander. 

Security Class: 4 

Duties: Field Evaluation and Command, Field Recovery. 

Current assignments: Site-19, Prometheus project. 
"Sir?" 


Masipag poked her head through the heavy office door, and peered 
inside. It was a bare, drab room, with heavy velvet curtains blocking 
the windows. A single desk lamp sat heavily on the wooden desk, 
illuminating a note taped to the desks edge. 


Sorry Mas, scheduled for testing on 85 today. apologize 
for absentness. please deposit papers on desk. 


"... goddamnit Fritz." She dumped the papers on the desk, and 
stalked out of the office. 
AdministratorK D (aka "Director Cyrus") 


Site-19 Director, under oversight of 05-12. 


Security Class: 4 
Duties: Administrative 
Current assignments: Site-19. 


Director Cyrus wasn't a hard man to please. Just do your reports on 
time, don't bother him, and you could be on his good side forever. 
So when a peeved young woman burst into his office, he wasn't 
exactly pleased. Not looking up from his terminal, he noted her 
entrance. 


"Good evening Lieutenant Masipag, did you need something?" 


She frowned at him. "It's Fritz. He's messing with Cassie, and 
missing our meetings. Again." 


"Commander Williams has had a scheduled test with SCP-085 since 
last week. You had plenty of time to check-" 


"He told me to meet him today!" 


Cyrus glanced up at her. "Perhaps you should have double-checked 
the dates. If you're going to be doing more recon missions, it'd be in 
your best interest to be punctual." 


"Are you... seriously... sorry for wasting your time, sir." 


"Apology accepted. Now, if you please..." 


"Cyrus said you were pretty pissed at me." 


Fritz took another bite of his sandwich, doing his best to avoid her 
icy glare. 


"He warned you, huh? 


"Yeah... Look, I'm sorry | missed the meeting. We were doing major 
tests with..." 


"Sure, sure, whatever. Listen though, did you look over Kraito's 


research?" 
"... Can you give me the cliffs notes?" 


"You're impossible, you know that? We spend all this time 
researching and... y'know what, nevermind." 


Fritz sighed. "Look, | know that I've been-" 


"Save it. Kraito's stuff showed the metals imported by Prometheus 
have been weird. Like... really weird. Weird enough to be an 
anomaly. So | had proposed we upgrade from reconnaissance to a 
full-blown raid." 


Fritz scratched his neck. "Nah, | don't think that'll work, we don't 
really have enough data to go in gung-ho like that. You gotta 
remember, Cass-" 


"Masipag." She stood, taking her tray with her. 


".«. Ah, jeez.” 


Agent Saul Kulzn(aka "HK-016") 

Special Retrieval Operations 

Security Class: 2 

Duties: Field Agent 

Current assignments: Site-19, Prometheus Project 


Status: Injured during testing of SCP-313. On paid leave 
until further notice. Returned to active duty. 


"... And then he totally gets my name wrong! Like, | know that he 
was doing all those tests with eighty-five, but he could at least get 
my name right!" 


Saul nodded. "Commander Willie could make do to get his priorities 
straight. He's been spending more time in the test chamber than his 


team. | mean. | can understand oh-eigtht-five being cool to study, 
but..." 


"Study, nuthin'." Masipag harumphed. "He's just trying to spend 
every second he can with Cassie." 


"... That's a fairly serious accusation, Lieutenant. What makes you 
think Commander Willie would break his professional duty like that?" 


"And don't say ‘it's a hunch’, because we both know that means 
nothing." 


"That's what | thought. Now come, you're going to need to get out of 
that agents uniform if you're headed to the dorms." 


As Masipag stuffed the last of her uniform into the locker, an alarm 
crackled to life above her head. 


« ALL FIELD AGENTS OF THE PROMETHEUS PROJECT, 
PLEASE REPORT TO YOUR ACTIVE HCML SUPERVISOR. AN 
IMMEDIATE MEETING HAS BEEN CALLED FOR » 


She looked down at the now full locker, sighed, and began pulling 
the out the uniform. 


Helicopters flew low over the orange-tinged horizon, and circling the 
ruins below. Their spotlights showed the scope of disaster. Wrecked 
cars, obliterated research laboratories, and dead men littered the 
earth. Masipag squinted from the passenger window, trying to catch 
a glimpse of anything familiar. Before she could, Fritz's booming 
voice emanated from the cockpit. 


"Masipag! Kulzn! Are you ready to drop?" 


Masipag turned her attention from the window, squinting to the 
brightly lit cockpit. "Fritz, where are we being dropped?" 


Complete SCP-632 manifestation is usually fatal. However, if 
promptly attended to by qualified medical personnel, 86% of hosts in 
the final stage of SCP-632 manifestation do manage to survive, 
albeit with a permanent decrease in motor function, reduced impulse 
control, and severe arachnophobia. 


Breach Event Log: 


Date 
09/10/1972 


30/01/1999 


Location 
Z , Anhui 
Province 


Suicheng, Anhui 
Province 


Breach Even Casuaities 
The entire town 106 dead, 23 
of Z was | _ injured 
reportedly found 
bludgeoned to 
death. Rapid 
response team 
discovered 
numerous 
SCP-632 
supercolonies 
throughout 
Z , each 
comprising 
thousands of 
individuals. The 
supercolonies 
were thought to 
sustain 
themselves on 
the swarms of 
flies attracted to 
the decaying 
bodies of the 
villagers. 

Wang Xi, an 2/7 dead, 293 
employee of the injured 
Ministry of 

Agriculture, 

collapsed ata 

Clinic in 

downtown 


"Well, we believe the initial detonations happened in the eastern 
wing, so Kulzn and | will be dropping there. You're going to the 
western wing, see if you can recover any of the documents." 


"What? Shouldn't | go with you?" 


"Negative. Kulzn's the better man for the job." 


"Unbelievable..." Masipag muttered angrily to herself, slowly moving 
through the ruined facility. It didn't look at all like she'd imagined. For 
one, the corridors weren't some glowing, white marble, but plain 
concrete, scuffed from explosive damage and the collapsed rooftop. 
Most of the labs looked barren. 


As she turned around the corner, she was faced not by another 
endless row of laboratory doors and broken concrete, but an opened 
steel vault. Dropping to a crouch, she slowly made her way to the 
door, keeping her ears and eyes peeled for any kind of sudden 
movement. As she got closer to the vault door, it became more and 
more apparent that this vault was hanging on by a thread. 


One moment later, it wasn't hanging on at all. It fell to the ground 
with a tremendous CLANG shaking dust from the ceiling and 
shuttering the doors. Masipag scrambled backwards, stumbling back 
around the corner and out of sight. As the dust settled, she peeked 
her head around a corner, looking towards where the vault door had 
once stood. 


There was a shimmering block of steel, visible through the doorway. 
It stood taller and wider then the doors confines would allow, limiting 
her view to one of the corners. This was something big. This was 
huge. 


«Fritz, can you hear me?» 
« Yes, you're coming in clear. What is it?»