He found it rather quickly, in the form of a pale-faced young 
researcher who shook just a bit every time someone looked at her. 
She was obviously new, holding her clearance badge in one hand, 
like a shield, ready to be raised if anyone threatened her. lago set 
his face in an expression of haughty confidence, and strode over to 
her. 


"Excuse me, miss..." 
"Marp! Sedna Prewitt, s-sir." 


"Yes. My name is Dr. Jones. I'm a consultant from Site-19. Your Site 
Administrator Samson has sent for me to examine one of your 
artifacts." He flashed his purloined visitor's pass. 


"Uh, nice to meet you, Dr., um, Jones. I'm Sedna Prewitt." The girl 
was obviously frightened out of her wits. lago felt a rather guilty thrill 
at that, seeing in her the awe that Madame inspired in him ona 
regular basis. 


"Yes," he sighed. "You already said." 
"Oh! Right! I'm so sorry, sir." 


"In any case," he went on, "| have come to evaluate SCP-1067, but 
the site security has neglected to provide me with the appropriate 
level of clearance. Please conduct me to someone that has the 
clearance and be on your way, young lady." He might have been 


laying it on too thick, but it had the desired effect. The girl 
straightened up indignantly. 


"Excuse me, sir, but | happen to be a Level 2 researcher tasked with 
maintaining several Safe-Class SCP-Objects, including the one 
you're after. | am completely capable of conducting you to the object 
myself." She shrunk back slightly, suddenly aware that she may 
have just crossed the line with a perceived superior. 


lago showed no sign of annoyance, and simply said, "Lead on, then, 
Miss Prewitt." 


Madame Lucia sat in her chair, sipping tea and enjoying the view. 
The chaos outside was still so... invigorating, even after so long. 
She couldn't bring herself to look away anymore, not for too long. 
And why would she want to? Why would she want to turn her back 
on the infinite possibility, and remember the cage of inevitability that 
she was forced to remain in? Here was endless potential, that would 
remain endless as long as nobody actually used it. The disorder 
swam through her, and she welcomed it in, drinking it in like a drug, 
which it was. To one such as Madame, it was a drug. And all drugs 
have downsides. 


The chaos was the opposite of everything that Madame 
represented. It slithered through her, slowly wearing away the power 
that sustained her. Already her mind had started to go fuzzy at the 
edges. It was barely noticeable, and it would remain so for a very 
long time, but already that rock-solid core of power was beginning to 
erode. There would be consequences. 


Madame Lucia didn't know this, and she may or may not have cared 
if she did. What was reality to dreams? What was inevitability to 
possibility? And soon lago would return with her teaspoons. Soon 
she would raise her glass to kind Chaos, and it would be... glorious. 


A few minutes later, lago was standing with Sedna in front of a wall 
of lockers. She carefully unlocked one, and stepped back to allow 
lago to open the door. 


"Why don't you open it yourself?" he asked. 


"Administrator Samson hasn't cleared me for testing with SCP-1067, 
sir," she replied. 


"But, I'm here and | have been cleared." 
She shrugged nervously. "The rules are the rules, sir." 


lago rolled his eyes and opened the locker. Resting in a vacuum 
sealed bag, there was a medium sized box bound with soft brown 
leather. lago breathed slowly and began to remove the bag. 


"Thank you, Miss Prewitt," he said. "I need to take this with me back 
to Site-19, and my flight leaves soon, so I'll take my leave." 


The young woman started. "I'm sorry, sir? Foundation regulations 
state that all transportation of Safe-class anomalies require a 
minimum of four guards." 


"Oh, this little thing won't be any trouble. | can find my way out, 
thank you." 


She frowned. "I should probably tell Administrator Samson." 


lago started getting annoyed. "Really, it's only a Safe-Class, Miss 
Prewitt." 


"Nevertheless, the rules say that at least-" 


"Never mind the damn rules. | need to catch my flight! Madame 
requires her tea." lago clapped his hand over his mouth as Sedna's 
eyes grew wide. She tensed to run when lago dropped the box and 
grabbed her with both hands and drew her close to him. 


lago wasn't an idiot, after surviving so long with Madame Lucia. He 
was fully aware that his idolization and devotion to her was not 
entirely his own, he just didn't care. It was something in the voice, 
and lago had learned to replicate it fairly well. He did so now. 


"Listen to me, Sedna. Your rules don't mean anything. There's no 
point in calling for the guards because they'll fail to catch me. Your 


entire organization is flawed, and the very fact that I'm standing here 
is proof of that. There is nothing you can do. Eventually it will all 
come down, and there's no point in trying to prevent it, because 
you're nothing but Philistines. Remember, there is nothing you can 
do to stop me." 


With that, he picked up the box and walked quickly away. Sedna 
Prewitt stood still for a minute, a dazed expression on her face, then 
shook herself and ran for the nearest breach alarm. 


lago had just passed the crossing when the alarm began to sound. 
Damn! He must not have had the technique as down pat as he 
thought! He broke into a run, and it wasn't long before he heard 
people on his trail. They sounded large, unfriendly, and unwilling to 
compromise. 


He made it to the door of the abandoned store when he found that 
he had been locked in. The footfalls were getting closer. lago looked 
around for another way out, cursed, and activated his return ticket. 


He appeared at the back entrance of the castle, just at the edge of 
the undefined land. He panted heavily, relieved. He removed the 
box from the bag as he entered the kitchen, wanting to clean the 
spoons before presenting them to Madame. 


As lago suspected, the spoons had been marked. As he had not 
suspected, there were only three in the box, when there should have 
been five. 


Mind you get all of them, Madame had said, in no uncertain terms. 
lago contemplated what would happen if he returned with less than 
all of them. He gulped, and set down the box. He waited several 
hours in his room, while the Philistines ran about like rats looking for 
the intruder, thinking about where the other two spoons could be. 
Those Serpent's Hand ruffians had stolen them. He should probably 
start with them. 


He exited the castle. Surely the Philistines had calmed down by 
now, he thought. It was time to search for a Way. With that, lago 
disappeared, back into the world. 


Somewhere else, possibly very far away, there was a man, sitting in 
a barely furnished room, looking out of the window at some bland 
little courtyard that passed for a garden in this cold, clinical world. 
He had little choice in the matter. And this was astonishing, 
because, until recently, he had had no choice whatsoever. A record 
player sat in the corner, from which emerged the crooning voice of 
Ozzie Nelson. 


Say nighty-night and kiss me. 


There was a security camera in the man's room, monitoring for 
changes. 


Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me. 


The camera was not able to detect the faint movement in one of his 
loafers as his toe rose and fell, for the first time in decades. 


While I'm alone and blue as can be, 


Surprise flickered across the man's eyes. Then confusion. Then 
wistfulness. Then, his mouth turned up at one corner so very 
slightly. It was barely noticeable, and would remain so for a very 
long time, but already, his bonds were starting to break. 


Robert Chetford began tapping his toe along to the music. 
Dream a little dream of me. 


« CAV-006 | CAVALCADE | cav-008 » 


Chaos Insurgency Hub 


In 1924, the SCP Foundation formed a covert special task force, 
known only to the O5 Council, codenamed the "Insurgency." The 
leadership of the Insurgency was comprised of members of MTF 
Alpha-1, the Red Right Hand, famed for their loyalty to the O5 
Council and the total secrecy of their origins, identities, and 
operations. The Insurgency leadership was supported by research, 
security, and retrieval personnel, all taken from Foundation ranks. 


To the majority of the Foundation and the anomalous world, the 
Insurgency was a splinter group that went A.W.O.L. with several 
researchers and anomalous objects. In reality, the O5 Council had 
created the Insurgency to complete missions with ethically 
questionable methods and politically unsavory results—while 
keeping the Foundation's public reputation clean. For approximately 
twenty-four years, the Insurgency operated under the guise of 
Foundation defectors, using anomalous objects to secretly further 
the goals of the O5 Council. 


In 1948, as part of a seemingly routine staged operation, the 
Insurgency removed several SCP objects from Foundation 
containment and transported dozens of defecting Foundation 
researchers to various safe locations. That same day, multiple other 
unplanned raids of Foundation facilities occurred. The Insurgency 
seized SCP objects with great research and military potential and 
inflicted severe casualties to Foundation personnel. The 
Foundation's biggest lie had become a reality. Their covert black 
ops team had defected, and the Foundation faced a new threat from 
an organization now calling itself by a new name: the Chaos 
Insurgency. 


The O5 Council was stunned. The defection or even the slightest 
hint of disloyalty from Red Right Hand personnel had been 
unprecedented. The motives behind the Insurgency's betrayal 
remain unknown to the Foundation. All attempts to find, apprehend, 


or assassinate the defecting Insurgency operatives failed. This 
information is classified within the Foundation, which maintains that 
the Insurgency defected in 1924 and that the actual defections in 
1948 were simply raids made by the already-existing splinter 
organization. 


The modern-day Chaos Insurgency bears some similarities to the 
organization that founded it. The Chaos Insurgency's Delta 
Command, shrouded in mystery, issues orders to the lower ranks. 
Gammaz-class researchers and military commanders have oversight 
over the execution of the Delta Command's orders, while Beta-class 
personnel, while not given the same level of command as Gamma- 
class, carry out the Insurgency's work in the field. Alpha-class 
personnel, often recruited from individuals with little to no knowledge 
of the anomalous, accept offers of employment often because the 
alternative is to carry on a miserable existence outside the 
anomalous world. They are the grunt workers: numerous and 
expendable. 


The Insurgency is split into two divisions: military and R&D. Cells 
within both divisions work independently, unaware of the exact 
actions and goals of other cells. New recruits receive instructions 
from their superiors and are expected to follow them 
unquestioningly, not knowing that every action they take is part of a 
larger plan orchestrated by the Delta Command. They are told that 
they are carrying out a great rebellion against the anarchy of the 
status quo—a world where "consensus reality" itself is an illusion, 
history's great lie, perpetrated by the Foundation. They are told that 
they will use the anomalous to build a utopian future, where 
humanity is master of everything, not just a mirage. 


But really, who knows what the Chaos Insurgency actually wants? 


Contest Tales 


¢ Darkness On the Face of the Deep 


© Gate of Janus 
© Asymptomatic Carrier 


SCP-602: The Sculptor of SoHo 


Item #: SCP-602 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-602 appears to be 
immobile and localized to Apartment , Greene St, New York City. 
Thus, containment of SCP-602 consists of keeping the public away 
from, and ensuring that SCP-602 does not expand beyond or move 
out of, Apt. . However, due to its location in a heavily-populated 
urban center (i.e. Manhattan), SCP-602 requires special 
considerations for containment. 


Apt. must remain locked from the outside with both mechanical 
locks and concealed electronic locks. No one may enter or remove 
anything from Apt. without Level 4 authorization. 


Apt. _, the entire first floor and basement, and all unoccupied units 
at Greene St are collectively designated Containment Site-28. The 
remaining units in the building are occupied by civilians who have 
lived there since SCP-602 was initially contained. These units will be 
acquired by the Foundation as they are vacated, but occupants will 
not be directly forced out of their apartments. However, all measures 
short of lethal force have been authorized to keep civilians out of 
Site-28 areas, up to and including non-lethal force and use of Class- 
A amnestics. To date, the Foundation has acquired ofthe units in 
the building. See Document 602-S28 for more information. 


Description: SCP-602 is an unseen entity that can manipulate 

objects within Apartment .SCP-602 can exert enough force to 

knock people over and hold them down. While SCP-602 appears 

able to affect objects anywhere within Apt. __, it cannot affect 

anything outside the apartment if the front door is closed. Thus, 

SCP-602 can be effectively contained with external locks on Apt. 
’s door. 


O The Ant 


* Polycephaly 
* Cactus Insurgent 
* Headhunted 


Contest Objects 


* SC-49/785-52/543 
* SC-10/548-12/893 
* SC-13/234-14/362 


SCP-3862 
SCP-199 

SCP-3937 
SCP-2687 
SCP-2394 
SCP-3668 
SCP-2715 
SCP-3460 
SCP-830 

SCP-3612 
SCP-3542 
SCP-3313 
SCP-1482 
SGP-2215 
SCP-2173 
SCP-3545 
SCP-2753 
SCP-3033 
SCP-1548 
SCP-355 

SCP-842 

SCP-244 

SCP-2925 
SCP-1943 
SGP-1275 
SCP-2490 
SCP-1248 


SCP-2635 

SCP-1068 

SCP-231-J 
SCP-2099 

SCP-1316 

SCP-884 


A Normal, Daily Routine 
Authenticity Trip 

UIU Files Chapter 1 

Supply and Demand 

Conspiracy 

New Age - Book II: "Mr Brightside" 
Bavarian Fire Drill 

Chaos Praxis 

SUBVERSION 

Slow Animals 

New Age - a Tale 

A Defection 

The Glorious and Everlasting Victory of Pablo Foxenflower 
over the Traitor Lazarus Wyrm 
Three Men Named Con Murphy 
Deontic 

New Age - Book III: "Gunning for the Buddha" 
Chasing Interest 

Ex Nihilo Nihil 

First Seed 

Insurrection 

New Age - Book I: "Cells" 
Dispatch from the Paintball War 
Aftermath 

Assault on Site-64 

Father Iron 

Vaccination 

"Strike" 

Orgy 5 Counsel 9: XXXK End of Virginity Scenario 
T Minus 

Anachronisms 

Welcome to the Future 


¢ The Only Way To Travel 

¢ Empty Unmarked Grave 

¢ Magic Orientation 

¢ Briefing on SLATE THUNDER (Chaos Insurgency Orientation) 
* Quiet Days 


When writing an object document for the Chaos Insurgency you 
have to keep in mind that unlike the Foundation, the Insurgency 
actively uses anomalous items. Due to the break down between 
cells and the differences in personnel class amongst the cells, Delta 
Command releases purely need-to-know documents. And all the 
Insurgency really needs to know is what to do with the anomalies, 
not what they are or their exact method of function. 


Essentially, a member of Delta Command codenamed the 
"Engineer" constantly transcribes a massive list of instructions (the 
"Plan," and individual "Steps") without any immediate sense of 
correlation. Delta Command passes these instructions down to the 
bottom ranks of the Insurgency. The rest of Delta Command then 
scans and separates these Steps, and compiles relevant steps 
together in "Step Compilation" documents. 


So those are the basics. Before you keep reading, you should 
probably read the "Darkness on the Face of the Deep" series. Just 
hop on over a couple of tabs and check it out. Because spoilers, or 
something. Also a lot of things won't, uh, make sense.