Dawn struggled against her bonds more at the words, scowling at 
him. There was still fogginess in her brain but the anger, the burning 
anger, at her dead name, at her legs being spread open like this, 
fought against that blurred side. “Stop calling me that! I’m not David! 
And what the hell are you talking about, you freak, this isn’t a 
hospital, you can’t just inject me! I-I’m still a minor, too, so if you do 
this, I’m going to go and... tell all the people | can that you had me 
like this, and anything could have happened to me!” 


The man stood up and pushed his glasses up his nose as he slowly 
reached into his pocket for a small box. He made a humming noise, 
as if acknowledging her whilst showing he didn’t care, all in one little 
noise. As he approached her, he changed again — now it was her 
dad bearing down on her, his grin harsh and tainted by the glint in 
his eyes. 


“As if anyone would want to do anything to you, David. You’re a 
freak.” Her pseudo-father breathed softly as he got close, breath 
stinking of stale coffee. “I bet | could hogtie you to a fence and no- 
one would come near. No-one wants you, not even when you’re 
spread out and out of it. | told you no-one would want you if you 
went down this path. | warned you this would happen.” 


Dawn opened her mouth to scream, feeling huge, hot tears rolling 
down her cheeks, as there was another jab into her neck. The image 
of her father faded in and out until it was that dorky man again, who 
looked nervous and concerned, before her eyelids fluttered shut, her 
mind supplying more of Kit’s words before she hit unconsciousness. 


“No matter what they say — we’re going to be okay.” 


The Battle of the Toys: The Breakroom Routing 


Researcher Harris finished the last pieces of his model, and set it 
down, as it walked away to join its fellows. For the last hour, he had 
been creating Lego Space Marines and assorted vehicles, and 
adding them into the large city that the staff of Site-19 have 
established using SCP-387. As the Marine joined ranks with the 
dozens of others that he made, he watched with a silent awe as the 
Marines began to interact with the city, before the emergency 
klaxons began to blare. 


"God damn it," he thought, "another Keter breach." His colleagues 
and him all rushed out of the room, as the Lego citizens waved 
goodbye to their creators and friends. The Space Marines saluted 
Researcher Harris as he left the room, shutting the door behind him. 


Around the same time, Junior Researcher Jays was transporting the 
Play-Doh, designated as SCP-705, back to its containment 
chamber. As he was passing the break room, he too also responded 
to the emergency breach, and, in haste, dropped 705's container as 
he ran to his designated station. 


As the container hit the floor, the lid popped off, and within minutes, 
a platoon of army men formed from the mass. Their platoon leader 
led them under the door, to see if they can find a spot to capture. 


"Private, what do you see up ahead?" The clay sergeant awaited the 
returning scout as he ran back towards their temporary hiding spot. 


"20 clicks to the east, a large city made from some sort of modular 
brick. 2 clicks ahead, a large, unattended supply depot. We can form 
our base from there, sergeant." 


"Excellent. Good work, soldier." He gave the thumbs up to the 
platoon commander, who began to bark out orders as the band of 


soldiers proceeded to the repository of clay. 


Jack was walking his dog down the western end of Main Brick 
street, and waved hello to all of his neighbors as he enjoyed the 
fresh scent of an afternoon walk. Rumors spread of new arrivals 
today, clad in large blue armor and carrying machine guns around. 
He wondered why anyone needed machine guns these days - it's 
not like there were any pesky imitation blocks around. 


As he rounded the corner, he heard weird mechanical whirring off 
past the treeline. Perhaps the researchers were trying some sort of 
new thing with the electronic stuff, or perhaps it was the new arrivals 
with their fancy war machines. He knelt to the ground for a second 
when a giant non-Lego mecha burst from the treeline, spitting bullets 
and large-velocity shells. 


Jack was caught in the strike and lay dismembered as the clay 
soldiers continued their sudden strike deeper into the city. 


"Battle-brothers! Report!" The Marine sergeant looked upon his 
squad as they all stood resolute, the incandescent light shining off of 
their pauldrons. They were the Emperor's finest, and no man would 
ever- 


Before the first marine could report his status, a stray clay bullet 
impacted the sergeant in the chestplate. He fell backwards, and the 
Marines immediately ran to cover their fallen superior from any other 
fire. Across the landing zone, other marines began to assemble 
under their squad leaders, while the company commander and his 
retinue began to convene on the sudden raid that they have been 
caught up in. 


The sergeant lifted himself up, and, thank the Emperor, the bullet 
simply flattened upon hitting his blessed armor. Uttering his praises 
to the Emperor, he stood resolute as the company commander 
yelled for a swift counter-attack, and motioned for all the Marines to 
move forward and to deliver divine judgement upon the enemies of 
Mankind. The sergeant yelled for victory and for vengeance as he 
and his brothers moved forward, their bolters blazing as they moved 


towards the unrighteous. 


"Man, that was one hell of a breach... glad those containment guys 
got that all handled." Researchers Harris and Jordans conversed 
and laughed as they proceeded back towards the break room to 
continue constructing their Lego creations and finishing up their lab 
reports. 


As they entered the hallway to get to the break room, they saw 
Junior Researcher Jays running from the opposite end. He stopped 
as he first looked at the ground, and then towards the two 
researchers approaching him. He looked upon the container on the 
ground, and uttered a simple, "Oh shit," before facing the two 
researchers who came to him. 


"Something wrong, Jays?" Jordans looked at the now flustered 
junior researcher before his ears tuned to a faint rumble emanating 
from the break room. He was about to tap Harris, when he turned 
and saw the same sight that was unfolding before their eyes. 


"Holy shit," was the only thing that all three of them could manage to 
push from their mouths. 


Marines took positions in the now ruined towers of downtown Main 
Brick street, while the Dreadnoughts provided cover for advancing 
tactical squads. Clay artillery shells whistled through the air while 
heavy bolter fire and Krak missiles smashed into opposing infantry 
lines. Around them, Lego minifigs were running to escape the 
cataclysm while police officers provided assistance to the Marines 
by using their cars as mobile cover and by shooting at the clay 
soldiers with their smaller, inferior weapons. 


"FEEL THE HEAT OF THE EMPEROR'S FURY, HERETIC!" Battle 
Brother Zephyr aimed his flamer and ignited an advancing light 
infantry squad while their bullets bounced off of his helmet and 
pauldrons. He continued to steadily advance, setting flame to the 
enemy with his blessed promethium flamer, while his battle-brothers 
continued to fire their bolters from behind him and protect him. 


As the Marines pushed forward, they heard a rather frightening 
sound rounding the corner - it appeared to be an enemy superheavy 
tank. "BANEBLADE|", yelled Zephyr, as he dived for cover while the 
vehicle's primary cannon launched a shot of clay into a business 
tower, sending minifigs falling to their demise or being crushed by 
the large pieces of debris that rained from above. Zephyr was buried 
underneath the rubble, but forced himself out, and began his burning 
inferno anew. 


The clay superheavy continued to dispense destruction while the 
soldiers followed behind, while the lesser minifigs dropping their 
weapons and running. The Marines continued to hold their ground, 
firing whatever they could into the clay tank, while being pummeled 
by the artillery cannons situated behind the trees. 


Brother-Captain Adaris smashed away another soldier with his 
Thunder hammer, watching the energies send the soldier flying into 
pieces and splattering the nearby walls of the building. He swept the 
hammer around and managed to send a light clay vehicle onto its 
side, before bringing the hammer down to utterly destroy its 
occupants in the name of the Emperor. Before he could swing his 
hammer once more, he heard the sound of retro-rockets firing in the 
air, and knew that the time had come to destroy the heretics and 
bring glory and praise to the Emperor. 


"BATTLE-BROTHERS! CHARGE FORWARD, AND SHOW THESE 
FOOLS THE POWER OF THE EMPEROR! GLORY BE TO HIS 
NAME!" Adaris charged the superheavy tank and destroyed its turret 
with a flying swing of his ancient hammer, while the Marines behind 
him yelled a loud cheer and followed, bolters and flamers blazing to 
exterminate. The dreadnoughts and Predators continued to blast 
away at the enemy emplacements, taking out the machine gun 
nests and the snipers that attempted to harass the charging 
Marines. 


Behind the treeline, the clay artillery pieces continued to walk their 
rounds back, attempting to keep the Marines away from their 
established positions. An artillery spotter was about to aim at one of 
the Predators, when he looked up and was promptly crushed 
underneath the weight of a drop pod. Two more pods opened, and 
terminators began to pour out with their storm bolters blazing. A 


soldier attempted to toss a fragmentation grenade at the heavily 
armored figures, before being swept aside by a power fist. Chainfists 
tore through the enemy pillboxes and bunkers, and the terminators 
began to advance towards their brothers, trapping the clay soldiers 
in-between two moving walls of death. Behind the terminators, 
Stormravens dropped off the mighty Land Raiders, and continued 
their advance, unimpeded by the enemy's light bullets. 


At the end of the day, with the last clay soldier executed, the 
Marines sounded their praise to the Emperor. Brother-Captain 
Adaris looked upon the carnage, while the apothecaries tended to 
the wounded and to the fallen marines and all of the civilians that 
assisted them in routing the malleable enemy. As he began to walk 
back towards their new base of operations, a child minifig ran up to 
him and grabbed the leg of his power armor. 


"Who are you guys?", the child asked, with a sense of curiosity 
behind his painted black eyes. The Captain smiled, and told the 
child, "We are the Emperor's Finest, and today, we bring salvation to 
this hive." He continued to walk back, with the thunder hammer over 
his shoulders, and the child waved back at him. 


In that child's mind, he thought, "| want to be like him!" 


"Let's never do that again," remarked Jays, as Jordans, Harris and 
him picked up the last pieces of clay and finally re-instated 
containment of 705. They left the Lego figurines on their own, as 
they could rebuild their city and take care of their injured. As Harris 
walked out of the breakroom, he saw his initially small Marine force 
laying down the foundations for a monastery, and, in a moment of 
sentimental value, saluted the Marines. The Brother-Captain saw 
him salute, and lifted up his hammer to return the gesture. 


Breath, Pulse, Blood, Spine 


Dec 20th 


There's nothing quite like spending the holiday season in a non- 
crucial Foundation site. Were | still working at 17 | doubt I'd even 
notice, but you can't really miss it here in 346. All non-essential 
personnel are away, doing... whatever people do when they're not 
here, | suppose. Is it sad that | don't even really remember what 
that's like anymore? Just doing nothing, staying at home, seeing 
family. It's been a while. God, it's been a while. 


I'm not the only one staying here, of course. Security staff always 
stay in full capacity, and a few researchers always have to stick 
around in case a new Sub-Area appears. | wonder how many of us 
volunteered for the holiday shift. | wonder if I'm the only one. 


Dec 21st 


Been hanging around Sub-Area 13 today. I'm not exactly sure what 
drew me to that particular wing, but it certainly was a... unique 
experience. All of those beady plastic eyes, just staring at you from 
their shelves, and the sensations within them...orr. Colorful teddy 
bears with memories of the first World War. Fuzzy pink fur and blood 
soaked mud, cheerful little smiles and the stench of gangrened 
flesh. Squicking and screaming. Sometimes | can almost believe 
921 is trying to tell us something. Then | listen to 921-2, and 
remember the entire thing is just a monument to pointless cryptic 
nonsense. Twirling ash and candied strips, all but glimmers in a 
bullfrog's eye. \f that isn't just this place trying to fuck with me, I'ma 
monkey's uncle. 


| also saw something else while | was here. Stevenson and 
Nakamura, hiding between the shelves. Groping. Heh, | suppose 
that's why they didn't seem to mind staying here for the season. 
Good for them, really. At least someone around here is having fun. 


| wonder if | should call home. | wonder if anyone will be there to 
answer. 


Dec 22nd 


Head Researcher Sanders says we had a new Sub-Area appearing 
last night, somewhere around 24's natural thermal springs. No name 
from 921-2 yet, but I'm sure Ol' Dismembered Voice will come up 
with something suitably ominous-sounding. Sanders assigned 
Nakamura to do preliminary examination, but | said I'd do it instead. 
Honestly, | can think of worse ways of spending a day than exploring 
a new wing, and Nakamura, well, I'm sure she has plans. | don't. So, 
looks like tomorrow morning is spelunking time for kindly Dr. Levine. 
Sub-Area 24 is all pastoral nature scenes, and given how 921 
usually works | assume this new place is going to be at least 
somewhat similar. Maybe I'll get lucky and it'll have something to do 
with the sea. Haven't been to the ocean in years now. Would be nice 
to see it again. I'll be bringing my recording equipment with me, of 
course, so expect some nifty pictures! 


Who the hell am | talking to? 
Dec 23rd 


Ye God, this place is enormous. | saw how the others looked at me 
when they saw me packing my supplies, but | wasn't going to repeat 
that incident in the Chequered Tunnel. Nearly starving once is one 
time too many. Turns out | was right anyway, since this Sub-Area 
must be the largest we've found yet, so much so that it feels weird 
calling it a Sub-Area at all. You could fit a small town into this 
chamber, and that's only the parts | can see. | think there might even 
be daylight ahead. That would be a first. 


It's an odd place, even by SCP-921 standards. Walls are covered 
with this sort of- | dunno, liquid crystal, | suppose? Almost looks like 
moving ice. Swirling in elaborate patterns, sinking and rising witha 
kind of rhythm, like a vertical shining tide. Naturally I'm not going to 
touch it until | Know exactly what it is, but | find watching it soothing. 
You can really get away from yourself, watching those patterns flow. 
You can almost forget where you are. 


SCP-803: Predatory Parasols 


Item #: SCP-803 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-803 are 
to be contained in seperate biohazard containment cells at Site- . 
The specimens are to be fitted with radio transmitters set to secure 
channels. One D-class subject is to be provided for experimentation 
in the event of extreme hostility from SCP-803 instances.