Gasping, Leonard began to cry once more. “Richard, please. | want 
to be here for you, for as long as | can. Don't end it this way.” 


“No, Leonard. When you walk out this door, a million things can 
happen to you. A car accident, pneumonia, a rampaging 
psychopath...| can not control what is out there. | will mourn with 
your sister, and your nieces and nephew; it will be a wonderful 
service, Leonard, you deserve no less. And | will always love you.” 


Blinking through his tears, Leonard gave Richard a small kiss, 
before walking through the door. “I understand, honey. Good night; 
call me tomorrow. | love you.” 


Richard closed the door without responding, biting back a sob as he 
leaned his forehead against the wood. He then cleared his throat, 
buttoned up his shirt, and straightened his purple tie. He took his 
jacket from the rack, and, gathering the folio, moved into his office. 


Donning his jacket, Richard sat, and turned to the final page of the 
document. A deep breath calmed the tremors in his hand, and he 
wrote the mandatory final paragraph. 


After thorough evaluation, Dr. Leonard Gellerman meets 
or exceeds all mandated criteria for participation in 
Project XN-SHEPHERD, and | hereby grant approval for 
his recruitment and usage therein. 


Richard Urstwick 
Ethics Committee Adjunct, Armed Site-47 


The Little Lost 


[CLASSIFIED LEVEL 5] 


Document - recovered via as [REDACTED] 
recommend immediate [DATA EXPUNGED]. 


[LOG BEGINS] 


[ENTRY ONE] 

Dear ; 

Only a week of left! :) Looking forward to having 

some free time for hobbies. | might try some modeling, 
seems to enjoy it. Need to study hard for my 

[REDACTED] test or my will get mad. 


[ENTRY TWO] 

Dear , 

Finals in just a few days, hope | do ok. is going to 
fail cause he broke up with just before 


[REDACTED] and hasn't studied at all. He totally begged 
me to study with him but | [DATA EXPUNGED] over it. 
are so immature. 


I’m a little bit bummed the lost the other day, but at 
least [REDACTED] comeback next 53) 

:| Some work going on in my neighbourhood. It’s 
really noisy, makes ithardto _ . 1 wish they just 
[REDACTED]. 

[ENTRY THREE] 

Dear , 


Today was bizarre :/ The whole collapsed and they 
had to evacuate [REDACTED], and then this big 
[DATA EXPUNGED] middle of the .Some __ in 


coats with came to [REDACTED] under control. 
On the bright side, [REDACTED] test postponed! :) 


[ENTRY FOUR] 
Dear or who finds this, 
I’m scared. Where am |? 

was... | don’t know. The came back around 
my [REDACTED] somewhere. | don’t like it here, makes 
me sick to my . Everything has too many and | 
can see [DATA EXPUNGED]. | want to go 


[ENTRY FIVE] 
Dear, 
Oh | saw the most horrible here. They had 
flesh [REDACTED] inside and so many little with 

, [DATA EXPUNGED] full of this liquid .Oneof 
them bit my — with this it was [REDACTED] when | 
tried to it, it really hurts. 
Bleh, | think I’m goingto up.|hope and_= areok, 
where ever they are. Please find me soon or | might 
[DATA EXPUNGED]. 


[ENTRY SIX] 

Dear ; 

...oh ew I’m dripping all over the pages aren’t |? But | 
can’t seem to stop . These are everywhere. At 


least big ones with [REDACTED] my and it hurts 
so badly | could . Why [REDACTED] happen to me? 
All | ever wanted was and now I’ve into 
some [DATA EXPUNGED]-pool. | wonder if will miss 
me? | never had a chance [REDACTED] her. 

are coming, ew, I’m trying really hard not to 
onthis .So many of them, all with their little 
[DATA EXPUNGED] and swinging. This entire place 
is horrible, but these , are just So... 
I've never seen anything so disg 


[LOG ENDS] 


The Little Robot that Could 


SCP-2785 sat in his room. It was a small room, and there was not 
much to do, but SCP-2785 didn't mind. He knew that if he just sat in 
his room, eventually, he'd be let out again. He'd get to Transform 
again, and he'd get to be with his friends again. Just the thought 
made him happier than the happiest clam on Earth. 


But something was not right here. 


Normally, SCP-2785 could hear his friends talking outside. What 
they talked about, SCP-2785 could only guess. Maybe they were 
talking about letting SCP-2785 out. Maybe they were talking about 
cats and dogs. However, SCP-2785 didn't hear his friends talking. 
He heard them screaming instead. 


SCP-2785 had confusion when it came to screaming. Some of his 
friends told him that it meant that they were scared. SCP-2785 didn't 
understand "scared". After all, if you were nice enough, why would 
anybody hurt you? Some of them also told him that it meant that 
they were having so much fun, they were exhilarated. SCP-2785 
also had confusion for that. How could you be having so much fun, 
you were scared of it? 


SCP-2785 had heard of roller coasters, cars attached to train tracks 
that zipped you around so fast, you became exhilarated. Did that 
mean that his friends built a roller coaster? Were they going to show 
it to him as a surprise? SCP-2785 simply could not wait to get out! 


However, SCP-2785 did have to wait. So he waited. He waited and 
listened to the screaming. 


SCP-2785 was sitting in his room, imagining what he would do if he 
got out, when all of a sudden, it became dark. Normally, SCP-2785 
would not have been able to see in the dark. He would have been as 
blind as a schoolgirl who had gone blind! But a few Transformations 


SCP-964: Indescribable Polymorph 


Item #: SCP-964 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-964 is currently stored in 
a standard containment chamber at Site-45. Access to the object is 
prohibited for all personnel of Site-45 regardless of security level. In 
the event of a containment breach site security must evacuate all 
compromised sectors, contact Site-11, and await arrival of MTF 
teams tasked with object's recontainment. Site-45 staff that came in 
contact with SCP-964 must be processed according to protocol 
964A6h. If number of affected personnel exceeds 20%, or protocol 
964A6h cannot be enacted, SCP-964 must be relocated to another 
Site immediately. 


Research on SCP-964 must be conducted remotely, using suitable 
Foundation facilities located at least 200 km from the Site currently 
housing the object. All interactions with SCP-964 related materials 
must be done according to protocol 964Aéd. All documentation on 
SCP-964 must be transferred into digital format weekly, and hard 
copies subsequently incinerated. All digital data must be processed 
according to protocol 964A6r once every two weeks. 


Description: SCP-964 is a prototype of a next-generation active 
camouflage system, developed by under a contract with 
the U.S. DoD. The object was recovered in 2004 from a 

facility near , Nebraska. 


SCP-964 displays the ability to reconstruct itself on the atomic level. 
This reconstruction process can take up to 16 hours and causes a 
complete change of the object's appearance, physical properties 
and chemical composition. The result is usually a solid, commonly- 
encountered object weighing between 2 and 100 kg and not 
displaying dangerous or anomalous properties. In rare cases, high- 
energy, radioactive or explosive objects, unenclosed fluids, living 


back, he had acquired the ability to see in the dark. So he saw in the 
dark, and he saw something strange. There was a door in his room, 
a door that stayed shut no matter what. And today, the door had 
opened. 


If SCP-2785 could have, he would have passed out from 
exhilaration. 


SCP-2785 walked out, and he saw that it was a mess! Tables were 
flipped over, the objects that were formerly resting upon them 
scattered across the ground. Fluids of almost every type covered the 
walls and floor. Lights were smashed, doors were detached from 
their hinges, and paintings that had given SCP-2785 curiosity in the 
past were defaced to the point where they no longer gave him 
curiousity. SCP-2785 almost passed out from not-exhilaration. 


And where were all of SCP-2785's friends? 
Were they... on vacation? 


Sometimes, when his friends were gone, his other friends said that 
they had took a vacation. And, soon enough, they came back. 
Maybe all of them had taken a vacation? 


SCP-2785 got an idea. The place was a mess, and all of his friends 
were on vacation. What if he cleaned up the place, and made it 
spick and span? When his friends came back, they'd be so happy, 
they'd make the happiest man alive look sad! 


But first, SCP-2785 had one thing to take care of. 


After his Transformation (during which he had acquired better see- 
in-the-dark and better tools for his hand), SCP-2785 decided to 
listen to the air. He found that, inside his room, he couldn't listen to 
air, even if he wanted to! SCP-2785 began to read... and he saw 
those that were melting. That was strange. Maybe they were having 
their Transformations, too? That would explain why they were on 
vacation. 


SCP-2785 found a stash of books that looked useful. If only he could 
read. 


Of course, SCP-2785 could read in his native language. But in 
English? He only really learned a handful of words. He was almost 
as illiterate as somebody who could not read! That just wouldn't do. 
He had to learn a little. Maybe a lot. 


He picked up the first book and got started. 


SCP-2785 decided to start with the main foyer. He had found a mop 
and a (somewhat) clean bucket of water to clean up the goop on the 
floor. He had found some perfectly good glass panes to replace the 
broken windows. In addition to grabbing some old furniture from the 
storage closet, SCP-2785 had read through Carpentry 101 and 
(mostly) understood how it worked. 


As SCP-2785 started mopping, he thought how about what he would 
do when his friends got back. Maybe he would have a party? A party 
would be nice. SCP-2785 had been allowed to attend only a couple 
of the staff parties. They had good people, good talk, and amazing 
decoration. His friends would love it if he set up a party all by 
himself! 


The thought excited SCP-2785. But he couldn't have a party with 
goop all over the floor. So he mopped. And mopped. And mopped. 
And mopped a little more. 


One of the hallways, a couple hallways over from his old room, had 
a part of the ceiling that had completely caved in. A massive pile of 
dirt took up the room, with bits of steel, rebar and stone mixed in. 
The pile was soaked from the broken pipes above it, which had 
since gone dry. 


It would take a long time to remove this pile. All SCP-2785 had was 
a shovel and a place to put it (Researcher Caroline's dormitory on 
the fifth floor, SCP-2785 figured that she wouldn't mind). SCP-2785 
shoveled up a small pile, and began carrying it. 


After all, he had nothing better to do. 


SCP-2785 was replacing a light bulb near the second-floor break 
room when a thought came to him like a bullet out of a gun. 


Your friends have been on vacation for a long time now. 


How long was it since he had been let out of his room? SCP-2785 
hadn't been keeping track. A week? A month? It couldn't have been 
that long. He had made some progress on the first three floors, but 
he wouldn't even show a pig anything above that. He didn't even 
have the lights working! 


SCP-2785 put the thought away in his mind, to be thought of later. 
For now, there was work to be done. 


Should any portion of the A0-3 generator become 
dysfunctional due to overuse, it is simple to repair, 
provided the essential replacement parts. First, make 
sure the generator is powered off. 


SCP-2785 put the manual down for a second. He examined the 
generator until he found a switch labeled ON/OFF. He found the 
switch pointing towards the ON side. SCP-2785 put the switch into 
the OFF position before returning to the manual. 


Next, open the panel labeled Maintenance and look 
inside of the generator. Visually identify any components 
that are damaged. Using a Philips' head screwdriver, 
remove these components, then replace with functional 
components. 


After opening up the panel, SCP-2785 visually identified several 
wires that had burnt out, as well as one of the motors. SCP-2785 
had a screwdriver attached to his hand, so he removed those 
components, quickly replacing them with the ones he had found in 
the storage room. Once everything looked intact, he closed the 
panel and switched the generator ON. 


After a few seconds of delay, the lights above flickered, then came 
on. As SCP-2785 turned off his see-in-the-dark, he heard many 
other lights in the building flicker, then come on. He also heard... 
beeping? Did he forget to unplug a few things? 


Darn. 


How long has it been? 


SCP-2785 had to remember, since he wasn't really keeping track. 
He usually counted by the number of Transformations that had gone 
by. He counted; 7, 2, 3... 24? That was quite a few. But how much 
time was in between each transformation? SCP-2785 remembered 
that he had used to have a year in between each Transformation, 
but he had been Transforming an awful lot lately. 


Maybe there was a week between? 


SCP-2785 decided to go with that answer, in order to keep his 
sanity. 


I'm not alone, am 1? The thought kept racing inside of SCP-2785's 
head. Of course he wasn't alone. But he hadn't seen any people 
lately. He hadn't even seen as much as a mouse, or even a 
housefly! 


But he wasn't alone. SCP-2785 remembered learning about 
Bacteria, microscopic little buggers that were everywhere. He 
couldn't see them, but they were there. They were there. He kept 
that thought in his head. 


You're alone. 


The thought came out of the dark, like a bat coming out of a 
shadow. The thought even made SCP-2785 drop the table leg he 
was Carrying, and sit down on the green, tilted couch in the break 
room. His friends were going to be back from their vacation soon, 
right? 


They'd been gone for so long though. What if, just what if, they 
weren't coming back? Well, he had the bacteria, right? But could he 
talk to the bacteria? Could he have friendly conversations with the 
bacteria? Could he even be friends with the bacteria? 


SCP-2785 sat down. He thought he'd never be alone, but here he 
was. 


Alone. 


SCP-2785 picked the table leg back up and started to attach it to the 
couch. 


The Little Things That Count 


For want of a nail, a shoe was lost; 


A box of spare parts makes it through a security check. 
Later on, some of those parts are used to create a 
makeshift containment device. 


Deep inside of the machine, a single airtight seal breaks. 


For want of a shoe, a horse was lost; 
"Man, that thing's really banging around in there, isn't it?" 


"Yeah, it seems to be trying to increase its momentum to 
break out of the capsule. Probably nothing to worry 
about, but try turning on the air cycler the guys in 
engineering rigged up, see if you can disorient it." 


For want of a horse, a rider was lost; 


Researcher Bridge once again skimmed over the 
provisional SCP report which had been sent to the 
Greyberries of herself and every other person with the 
clearance at Site-19. 


"Gas cloud... can manipulate its own momentum... 
colorless... can be identified by a faint odor of caramel... 
inhalation by humans causes irrational and violent 
behavior... " She looked up at the guard in front of her in 
shocked disbelief. "This thing caused all of this?" 


"Ye-yup," the guard replied as he finished covering the 
air vent. "At least, it started with one. My guess is that it 


was able to contaminate a few of the other skips, not to 
mention what happened when it got into the D-Class 
barracks. Anyway, hopefully that'll keep the gas from 
getting in through the vents, and that desk should keep 
the door from giving as easily." 


"So, what do we do now." 


"We wait until someone gets here and gets this breach 
under control."