E11-4: There’s people out there. |... | think 
they’re on this level. They’re not possessed or 
controlled like the others. They must be the 
psychically resistant staff. As you said, -1, it's 
Our mission and our duty to get them out. 


E11-1: Right. -2, you take nine and follow -4. 
The rest of you, come with me. We’re heading 
deeper into the facility to look for more. The 
security detail might be locked up in the 
shelters. You’ve got your assignments, let’s 
move. 


<E11-2, -4 and -9 emerge from the shaft and 
proceed down the entrance corridor. They 
follow -4’s lead, which takes them to the site’s 
main safety bunker. Meanwhile, E11-1, -3, -5, 
-6 and -7 walk straight forward, toward the 
original containment wing. At this point 
Epsilon-11 is split between two groups of 4 
under the command of E11-2 and E11-1 
respectively.> 


<E11-2 arrives at the evacuation shelter and 
attempts to access the safety bunker. His 
authorisation is denied due to the site’s 
lockdown procedures. He knocks on the 
door.> 


E11-2: Hello? Anyone in there? 


took the opportunity to examine a hive at close range shortly 
after transformation. While the eyes are eventually reached and 
used as a food source, at the point performed her examination, 
they were still intact. Opening the eyelids, and examining them with 
a flashlight, discovered that the host's eyes followed the beam. 
Experimentation was terminated and no further testing is scheduled. 


« SCP-438 | SCP-439 | SCP-440 » 


Unknown 1: <Indistinct> 


E11-4: He can't hear us. There’s three people 
in there, but they’re not in good shape. Our 
Only option might be to cut open the door. 


E11-9: We're entering the bunker, okay? Just 
stay calm. 


<E11-9 uses a thermal cutter to open the door 
over the course of several minutes. 
Meanwhile, E11-1 and his portion of the team 
continue to explore the site.> 


E11-3: The site schematics say the security 
room should be just on our left. We'll want to 
get a hold of the security camera feeds. 


E11-1: Understood. Let’s recover the data. 


<The squad open the security room door, 
revealing a large arthropodic entity, displaying 
features and anomalous attributes similar to 
those of SCP-___. The entity attacks 
Epsilon-11, grabbing and consuming E11-5.> 


E11-5: No no no, wai- (Footage indicates that 
E11-5 perished at this point) 


E11-7: Holy shit! Shoot it, shoot it! 


E11-3: No, just fucking run! We don’t stand a 
chance against a copycat skip! 


<E11-1, -3, -6 and -7 turn away from the 
arthropod and flee down the corridor, but are 
cut off by three individuals with similar 
appearances to E11-8 and E11-5.> 


E11-1: What the hell? B ? 


E11-8 Impostor: Sorry,M __, but it has to be 


this way. | have to kill three. And then, you 
have to kill me. 


E11-5 Impostor (1): SCP-3391, it’s... hard to 
describe. It gets in your head, you know? And 
it already knows what's we’re going to do. So 
this has to happen. 


<Affected MTF members open fire on 
Epsilon-11. Despite their outward appearances 
mimicking MTF armour and equipment, their 
clothing and weaponry prove to be bonded to 
their bodies, and formed out of a soft chitin. 
E11-3 is perforated with shards of bone. Her 
body quickly swells, and is subsumed by an 
enormous cancerous growth. The arthropodic 
entity pauses to spit a caustic substance over 
the tumour, before consuming the resultant 
slurry.> 


E11-7: Crap, -3! It’s fucking eating her! 
E11-1: There’s no time for that, open fire! 


E11-5 Impostor (2): Don’t be afraid. If you 
could see what | can, you’d already know how 
it all ends. 


<E11-1 and E11-7 terminate the impostor 
MTFs. The arthropodic entity rapidly engorges 
itself on the remains of E11-3, and swells in 
size, gaining significant mass and anomalous 
abilities. It quickly approaches and grabs 
E11-6. He is lifted into the air and 
disemboweled, while the entity engorges itself 
on the spillage. -6 remains conscious and 
primes several explosives on his person,> 


E11-6: You want some? Come and get it, you 
spindly bastard. 


<The entity and -6 are engulfed in a fireball, 
incinerating both individuals. -1 and -7 are able 
to avoid the blast and continue running from 
the security room.> 


E11-2: What’s going on over there? | heard 
explosions. Are you alright? 


E11-1: Lost five, six and three. I’m sorry, can’t 
talk for long. 


E11-7: Met some sosies of eight and five, too. 
Had to shoot them in the head. Again. 


E11-4: It took over an entire site, turned its 
inhabitants into puppets and now it’s turning 
Our own people against us? 


E11-1: And | think it’s getting smarter, too. 
Found six earlier, he talked to me; almost like 
a person. Said... he had to kill -3. And then, | 
had to kill him. 


E11-9: That doesn’t seem to make much 
sense. 


E11-4: Either way, it’s getting more coherent. 
Smarter. It took the staff, and it started making 
fucked up verseions of them of them, and then 
it took -5 and -8, and started creating its own 
soldiers. 


E11-7: And it made a couple of SCPs to boot. 


E11-2: Cut the theorising. The bunker door's 
cut through, we're opening it now. Hey! We’re 
coming in! 


<While E11-7 and E11-1 mute their comms, 
E11-2, -4 and -9 enter the bunker. It is entirely 
free of the tissue seen outside. Three 
members of Site 104 staff are present inside. 


Two are on the other side of the chamber, one 
of whom is armed with a pistol. An additional 
member of staff is standing to the side, 
hyperventilating.> 


Admin Staff Remer: Stop! Don’t take another 
step, I'll shoot! 


E11-2: Put the gun down! This is Epsilon-11, 
we're here to get you out of the facility. 


Guest Researcher Esther: They’re more 
fucking mimics, John! Get the hell away from 
us! 


E11-4: Look, if you’re not going to cooperate 
we'll leave you here; but right now, we’re the 
only chance you have of getting out. 


<After several seconds, Remer looks at 
Esther, puts down his gun, and steps 
forward.> 


Remer: Fine. Lead the way, then. 


E11-9: Hey, uhh, are you okay over there? 
(Gesturing at the third member of staff) 


Security Officer Tamry: Yeah, yeah. Just go 
on ahead. I'll be right behind you. 


Esther: How’re we going to get out? The 
containment level’s been locked down. 


E11-4: We'll be escorting you to the elevator. 
We have rappel lines there. -2, how far do we 
have to go? 


E11-2: Ten minutes’ walk, by my count. Come 
on, let’s go. 


Tamry: About time, too. 


<The rescue team collect all three staff, and 
begin escorting them to the elevator. 
Meanwhile, E11-1 and -9 converse quietly in 
the security wing of the containment level, 
apparently avoiding the arthropodic entity.> 


E11-9: What's the plan now? 


E11-1: The mission’s a bust. The best we can 
do is make sure the others get to the surface 
safely, and maybe get ourselves out too; 
though | don’t really see that happening now. 


<E11-1 begins transmitting to E11-2 at this 
point> 


E11-1: Hey, are the staff out safely? 


E11-2: Yes, we’re proceeding to the elevator 
now. What’s your status? 


E11-1: We're holed up in the security wing, 
pursued by a large cryptid. No way we can 

beat it, and no way we can get out while it’s 
blocking the corridors. 


E11-2: Do you need assistance? 


E11-1: No. | was just making sure you were 
safe. You should get going. 


E11-2: You don't need to micromanage us. 
Shouldn't you be a little more preoccupied with 
keeping yourself alive? 


E11-1: There's no chance in hell me and -7 
are getting out of this. Keep the men safe, 
yeah? 


E11-2: | will, sir. 


E11-7: Shit, | hear something coming, get 


down! 


<E11-1 muted his communications at this 
point, before following E11-7 behind a crate. 
An unknown number of humanoids enter the 
room, and immediately attack the two agents, 
resulting in a prolonged firefight. Meanwhile, 
E11-2 and his segment of the task force 
traverse the facility.> 


E11-9: | know we should save it for the 
debriefing, but what exactly happened down 
here? This place looks totally grown over. 


Tamry: I- | don't know. God, half the staff just 
started grabbing at their chests, yelling for 
medical. Next thing we know we’re 
outnumbered, fighting our own people, and... | 
know it’s what we’re trained for but it just felt 
so terrifying. 


E11-2: It’s perfectly normal to be scared. 
Nobody expects you to deal with something 
like that. What matters right now is that we get 
back to the surface. You don't have to worry 
about a thing. 


Remer: You haven't got anyone else coming 
down here, right? No more teams or anything? 


E11-2: No, we're the first responders. 
Command’s on overwatch. If anything 
happens to us, they'll send in a specialised 
bioteam, smoke the place out. 


Esther: Have you got them on the radio? 


E11-9: No. The facility's too far underground 
for us to get a signal. Why do you ask? 


Tamry: Oh, you know. Getting to know you is 


all. 


<Esther and Tamry attack and restrain E11-4, 
displaying anomalous physical strength. While 
Remer assaults E11-2 and -9, Tamry shatters 
-4’s helmet, and places a hand over her face, 
causing her body to rapidly calcify. Shortly 
afterward, Tamry begins consuming her.> 


E11-9: What the fuck!? K said they were 
safe! 


<E11-9 throws an incendiary device at the 
apparently affected staff, incinerating Remer 
and Esther. Tamry, however, leaps onto 
E11-9, and begins caving in his helmet. The 
staff member is terminated through a shot to 
the back of the head before they can kill -9.> 


E11-2: Yeah. She did. She couldn’t have 
gotten it wrong she’s- she’s never been wrong 
before. 


E11-9: This fucking thing can copy our psionic 
signatures? Our gear? The fucking skips 
inside the facility?! Fuck this noise, I’m 
heading to the surface. We’re getting out of 
here! 


<E11-2 and E11-9 run through the facility 
toward the elevator. Upon reaching it however, 
they discover that it has been entirely 
overgrown by cardiac tissue.> 


E11-9: Shit, shit shit! 
<E11-9 collapses against a wall.> 


E11-9: We're going to die down here! We’re 
actually going to fucking die! 


E11-2: It’s too smart. It knew everything about 


us. It led us into a trap, got what it needed 
from us. The gibberish, the staff, the skips... 
it's been playing us this whole time. 


E11-9: Who cares?! We’re boned, none of this 
matters anymore! Can’t even get a signal up to 
command. All we can do is sit here and wait 
like a bunch of impotent fucks! 


E11-2: Shut up! We still have a chance to get 
out of here. We'll reach -1 and -9, they’ll know 
what happens next. 


E11-9: And then what? Even if they’re alive, 
what can they do? 


E11-2: We'll blow this place up. Activate the 
on-site nuke, it's the only option left. 


<E11-9 makes radio connection with -1.> 


E11-9: Squad leader! What’s going on over 
there? 


E11-1: We’re bogged down! Dozens of staff, 
and more copies of our team. 


E11-2: Copy that. The exits are sealed off, 
we’re on our way. Stay alive. 


<E11-1 and E11-7 notice a group of MTF 
soldiers entering the room. Their facial 
features cannot be seen behind their visors.> 


E11-7: More of them! Shit! 


<-1 and -7 exchange fire with the entities to 
little effect. -7 is shot in the chest and begins to 
disgorge large quantities of blood and flesh 
from his mouth. He rapidly succumbs to blood 
loss and collapses. -1 crouches behind a 
crate, no longer engaging the hostile MTF.> 


E11-1: They've gotO _ . I'm sorry, but | think 
I'm going to die. 


<Several anomalous humanoids emerge from 
the walls, with a lack of facial features and 
identifying traits. They do not acknowledge 
E11-1, instead standing in place. All present 
copycat MTFs also stand still and do not 
approach -1.> 


E11-1: (Whispering) They've stopped. 
Something's happening. 


<All anomalous humanoids within the facility 
suddenly take on the appearance of E11-4, 
including her armour and equipment. All 
instances of E11-4 begin speaking, but fail to 
notice E11-1.> 


E11-4: Hello? Is anyone there? 


E11-9: What the hell? Squad leader, is -4 over 
there with you? 


E11-4: It's so dark... is anyone out there? My 
name is K_. I'm here to help. 


E11-1: Shit, this can’t be happening... -4, 
you're dead too? 


E11-4: Hello? I’m- are youthereW ?M_= ? 
Someone answer me! Wait... who- who are 
you? 


E11-2: She can’t hear us. | think she’s talking 
to the gestalt. Her psionic training must be 
keeping her independent. 


E11-4: But... why? They weren't in your way. 
You don’t need to kill them, you didn’t need to 
hurt us! 


<E11-4’s faculties degrade significantly, 
causing her to lose consciousness for several 
seconds. When she begins talking again, her 
voice is slow and slurred.> 


E11-4: Shut up! I- is that you? Wait,M =? 
Why’s he down there?! What are you doing?! 


<-4’s speech degrades further, rendering her 
communications nearly incoherent> 


E11-1: Shit, she must be going. No no no, 
don’t go now, K_, stay in there! 


E11-4: No, you get the fuck away from him! 
You mindless freak, you’re not killing anyone 
else! Look into my head! That's the world I'm 
fighting for. You’re not going to hurt one more 
person, you hear me?! I'll make sure of that. 


<E11-2 stops broadcasting entirely. All 
anomalous humanoids collapse, and cease 
lifesigns. E11-2 and -9 reach Squad Leader's 
position.> 


E11-1: Fuck. She’s gone. I’m sorry, |... she, 
and everyone else are dead, because of my 
stupid decisions. 


E11-2: Wasn't your fault. None of us could’ve 
known what was down here. It’s good to see 
you again, sir. 


E11-9: But more important than sappy shit is 
our plan of action. What do we do now? 
There’s no way we’re getting out of here, that’s 
for sure. 


E11-1: This abomination’s never getting out of 
here. We're arming the nuke. | don’t care how 
far it’s spread, it’s not outrunning a twenty 


SCP-440: Sand-Based Ecology 


Item #: SCP-440 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: As of 6/19/ _, the majority of 
SCP-440 in existence is located in Site- 's Large-Scale Wilderness 
Observation Dome (LSWOD). Standard LSWOD security protocols 
apply, and all observers and items placed inside the Dome are to be 
completely sanitized of SCP-440. The bottle in which SCP-440 was 
first discovered (hereafter referred to as SCP-440-Prime), is 
currently located in a security cabinet on Site- . 


Description: SCP-440 is a sample of fine-grain sand (sand grain of 
approximately 90 micrometers) that is chemically identical to typical 
silica-based sand. Its only difference is that it functions as if it were 
in a microgravity environment, regardless of the gravitational forces 
acting upon it. SCP-440 was found in a small glass bottle with no 
label on it, filled with a viscous fluid that, presumably, weighs down 
SCP-440 and prevents the grains from touching. 


SCP-440 is capable of giving this property to other samples of sand, 
essentially transforming it into SCP-440 itself!. The process 
governing this conversion is believed to be based on contact, 
requiring SCP-440 to be introduced into a sample of unconverted 
sand via compressed air. The rate of conversion from basic sand to 
SCP-440 is also unknown, but it is understood that approximately 
30% (by mass) of ‘seed sand' does not convert. 


When SCP-440 reaches specific levels of concentration within an 
environment, an SCP-440 based ecosystem forms. Because all 
SCP-440-based objects (environmental and sapient) are in constant 
gravitational freefall, there is less evolutionary pressure on gravity- 
defying traits. 


kiloton bomb. If you still want to get out, do it 
now. | won’t make you stay. 


E11-9: Heh. There’s no chance in high hell we 
can get out. We'll have to trust command to 
wipe out the stragglers. 


E11-1: Come on. The nuke room’s not too far 
from here.