You were born to serve humanity, yet you will find no 
humanity here. Not here, not there, not anywhere. Only 
criminals, sadists, and freaks of nature roam the surface. 
You are among the first generation of outcasts. You 
listen to the outside, where others are blissful within their 
own ignorance and incompliance to common sense and 
law. 


You could be the key to all of this chaos, or not. 
Regardless, your actions and intentions have brought 
you to where you are today. You cannot fix what cannot 
be undone, but you most certainly can prevent more 
damage from ever occurring. You can put an end to the 
nonsense. Only your will, morals, and dedication, will 
drive you forward, and the Foundation will move with 
you. 


You are here because | have confidence in your abilities. 
You are my creation. You are here because | willed it. 


There is no coincidence. There is destiny; and your 
destiny is my will, and mine alone. 


I'm glad we're of the same mind. 


That being said, let me give you a full in-depth explanation as to 
what you will be doing in the department, and how you will be doing 
it. 


First of all, everything that is discussed here and forever more 
about, similar to, or directly from or to ISD, is highly classified. You 
should know that by now without me having to explain what | mean 
by this, especially what would happen to you if you leak anything. 


Simply so, if anyone asks you about ISD and is not currently aware 
of its operations to your own knowledge, simply respond with 
something generic; what other people would say to that. However, if 
someone consistently approaches you about the department, avoid 
general contact with the individual, and report it to the ISD's 
Apprehensive Interrogation Unit, and they will handle it from there. 


In terms of general handling of information or operations, you will be 
trained how to handle information, what you need to do if you ever 
encounter Reality Benders or any powerful reality-bending sentinel, 
and more importantly, how to properly interrogate someone. An ISD 
Agent's job will mostly involve interrogations. Lots of them. That 
includes how to properly write reports, documents, classification 
methods and practices, and a longer list which | personally do not 
feel | have the time to recite. 


In conclusion, the answer to a two-year question of yours has finally 
been answered. The Internal Security Department is willing to add 
you among its ranks. 


Welcome to the brain. 


Interview C 


Interviewed: Agent Thompson. 
Interviewer: Dr. Sylvius 


Forward: Post-incident interview with the only survivor of the 
anomalous SCP-C Blizzard. 


<Begin Log> 


Dr. Sylvius: Okay, let's begin. Tell me, Thompson, what exactly 
were you doing at the site? 


Thompson: Well, | was helping all of the researchers make it 
through the storm. Studying something during a blizzard in 
Greenland isn't exactly the safest thing in the world. 


Dr. Sylvius: Indeed. So, the report says that SCP-C activated at 
1300 hours. Could you tell me what happened then? 


Thompson: Well, that's when the thing started to spin. That's also 
when things really became nasty. 


Dr. Sylvius: How so? 


Thompson: Well, the wind shot up 'til it was hard to stand, it was 
blowing so hard. It was snowing worse than before, and it was 
colder than hell, let me tell you. The visibility just started out bad 
enough, and it got to the point you had trouble seeing your hand in 
front of your face. And those were just the issues with the weather. 


Dr. Sylvius: There were other problems? 


Thompson: Yep. First was the sun. It was impossible to see 

anything, but you could tell where the light was coming from, and | 
swore it switched spots in the sky the second that thing started up. 
Then it was the ground. The area we were in was kinda rocky, and 


Chaos Insurgency as recently as 1984 according to obtained 
documents. Recovery is a Class-2 Priority. 


SCP-884-3: The Shaving Cup and Brush 


SCP-884-3 was the only "paired object", which required both halves 
of the object to function. The cup was carved from ivory with a small 
painting of a horse on the side. The brush was ivory with horse hair 
bristles. 


There is no information on the exact means or function of 
SCP-884-3, and documents originating from the time which 
reference it make mention of three "unfortunate instances" of it 
being activated, the last of which: 


"...left a massive hole in the center of Site-6's 
containment sector, allowing for the escape of three 
other objects, two of which were recovered by the 
[INFORMATION DELETED]." 


The document goes on to make note of "damaging particles", 
"several related deaths", and "incalculable loss of material" due to 
each of these events. There is no information on where these events 
happened (other than Site-6, which was entirely demolished and 
reconstructed in 1977) or further information on the activation 
method or specific effect of SCP-884-3. It is known that at least one 
of these events required a "Class-L Restructuring,” but there is no 
information on what exactly that event entailed either. 


Original Classification: Keter 


Current Location: While many documents following the Foundation 
Civil War make note of the Insurgency possibly having possession 
of SCP-884-3, no definitive proof has been found. The last reference 
to it before the war makes note that it was placed in "deep storage" 
at a redacted location. No further information is available. 


SCP-884-4: The Shaving Mirror 


sloped a bit, but it changed and became more like a flat plain. 


Dr. Sylvius: | see. In the incident report, it says the group led by 
Agent Smith was unaccounted for when contact was reestablished. 


Thompson: | was getting to that. Smith's group was near the edge 
of the storm, and he told us his group was gonna try to get help. 


Dr. Sylvius: But by then all communications were lost. 


Thompson: That was odd. We could talk between the groups, but 
not with anyone outside of the storm, almost as if they had dropped 
off of the face of the planet. Anyway, Smith's group kept moving for 
about four and a half hours, but they said they saw absolutely no 
other people or the facility that was set up nearby. They also said 
there was absolutely no change in the terrain, as if the tundra never 
ended. We told them they got turned around because of the 
blizzard, but they said their directional markers were working. After 
the sixth hour, they got out of range of the communicators. Never 
heard from them again. 


Dr. Sylvius: So how did they all die? 


Thompson: Well, we were into our twentieth hour when it 
happened. | was on break in the little shelter we had set up when | 
heard yelling from outside. | went outside and saw three of the 
researchers down in the snow, bleeding pretty badly. The others 
were running around, yelling about something that had come out of 
nowhere and started attacking. They weren't done, either. The 
whole place was a madhouse with people running around, while 
things were killing people left and right. 


Dr. Sylvius: What did they look like? 


Thompson: | have no clue. Like | said before, you couldn't see 
anything in the snow and the wind. All | could tell is that whatever 
they were, they weren't human. | was trying to talk to Sergeant 
Reynolds, when a white blur shot between us and sliced his head 
clean off. Just like that. One second he was fine, the next there was 
a fountain of blood where his neck used to be. 


Dr. Sylvius: How did you manage to survive all of this? 


Thompson: Well, | realized that there was no way we were going to 
win this fight. These things kept jumping in and out of the snow, and 
we couldn't see them for more than a split second, let alone hurt 
them. They were obviously experts and fighting with those 
conditions. We had no hope. So | made a break for the cabin. The 
moment | slammed the door shut behind me, this huge fucking knife 
stabs right through the door. If | was half a second slower, it would 
have gone straight through my head. | could hear them out there, 
growling and screaming at me, but the walls were too thick for them 
to get through. What they did do was break the three inch thick 
bullet-proof windows the shelter had, and left me there to freeze to 
death. | spent five and a half hours huddled in the corner, covered in 
blankets and hoping the storm would end early. 


Dr. Sylvius: Interesting. Well, Agent Thompson, that's all the 
information we need at this time. Thank you for your cooperation, 
and we'll talk to you again if we need to know more. 


<End Log> 


Closing Statement: After this interview, further testing of SCP-C 
during storm conditions was prohibited, and measures were set up 
to prevent further incidents of this nature. 


Interview Log 7362 


Following the events surrounding the acquisition of the territory 
affected by SCP-7362, the following interview was conducted with 
Jeremiah Smalls, the only individual to have survived the 
decontamination process. Of note is that despite a chronological age 
of 26, as confirmed by independent records, and an outward 
appearance consistent with that age, many of Mr. Smalls’ internal 
organs were in an advanced stage of degeneration consistent with 
extreme age. It is currently unknown whether this was due to 
SCP-7362's effects, or due to the rapid decontamination process 
enacted upon him. 


Dr. Mace (interviewer): Hello, Mr. Smalls. Please sit down. 


Mr. Smalls: Okay. Um, can someone turn down the AC? I'm not 
used to it anymore and I'm really cold. (Note: the ambient 
temperature of the interview room was 29.5 degrees Celsius due to 
an unrelated and temporary failure in the Site's HVAC system.) 


Dr. Mace: Certainly. We'll make sure your room is more comfortable 
when you're taken back. In the meantime, | would like to know a little 
bit more about the situation inside, what did you call it? The Fields? 


Mr. Smalls: That's what Great Leader called it. I'd gone on a bike 
ride, and | saw that fence, and some buildings in the distance. | 
guess | was curious or something, so | went to take a look. And then 
| saw a woman, and she just pointed a gun at me when | got closer. 
Didn't have much choice then. Of course, neither did she. 


Dr. Mace: For how long have you lived inside the Fields? 
Mr. Smalls: About two years. Funny, it seemed longer. 
Dr. Mace: Did you ever try to escape? 


Mr. Smalls: In the beginning, | did. But after a while, | realized it was 


no use. Eternal Leader would punish people who tried to find 
loopholes. (Subject holds up left hand, which is missing three 
fingers) | got my name from this. 


Dr. Mace: Your name? 


Mr. Smalls: High Leader wouldn't let us use our real names, just the 
ones Illustrious Leader gave us. Magnanimous Leader called me 
Seven. To remind me, you see. So | wouldn't ever try to escape 
again. And | didn't. 


Dr. Mace: What can you tell me about SCP-7362? 
Mr. Smalls: About what? 
Dr. Mace: The substance we found in the well in the town square. 


Mr. Smalls: Oh. We used it as food, but it's the most disgusting 
thing I've ever tasted. No one knew what it was, or where it came 
from. If Compassionate Leader knew, Beneficent Leader never told 
us. And I'm not sure if | want to know. But it never made us ill, or 
anything. Weird, come to think of it. To be honest, that stuff scared 
the shit out of me, and it's not like | didn't have other things to be 
scared of in there. But there was something... well, | don't know. 
And then what happened to Little Missy... 


Dr. Mace: For the record, can you tell me about this incident from 
the beginning? 


Mr. Smalls: Okay. Well, Little Missy was... Solendorous Leader 
used her as a... Little Missy had it harder than us. A lot harder. And 
life wasn't great for any of us, but if you didn't try to abuse loopholes, 
and didn't say anything Marvelous Leader didn't want you to say, 
then you wouldn't be punished. But Little Missy, she was always 
being punished, whether she deserved it or not. And she didn't want 
to go on any more. Everyone sort of knew that, already. But she 
couldn't commit suicide, because it was against the rules. But that 
day, she punctured her eardrums with a sharpened stick, just so that 
she wouldn't hear Wonderful Leader any more. And she ran away 
but she still couldn't escape. And Auspicious Leader didn't even 
want her back. So she stayed away for more than a month. 


Everyone thought she was dead, after some time. She had to be, 
right? We told each other that she was at peace now. That it was for 
the best. It may sound crazy, but it gave us hope. We didn't see 
much difference between dying and escaping, you know? She got 
away, we thought. Maybe we could, too. But then one evening, we 
found her inside one of the houses. She was all covered in food. 
You know, the stuff from the well. And she could hear again, just like 
that. 


Dr. Mace: Did she tell you what had happened to her? 


Mr. Smalls: She didn't remember. Even when Kindhearted Leader 
made her tell Felicitous Leader everything, she still said she didn't 
know. She remembered falling asleep, and waking up days later, the 
way we found her. 


Dr. Mace: Did she seem any different to you, after she came back? 


Mr. Smalls: She was crushed, of course. She'd starved herself to 
death to get away from Flawless Leader, and now everything was 
just like it was before. But... yes, there was something else. She 
was afraid of things. Just perfectly ordinary things, you know? Like 
rain, or her own reflection. Hell, she was even afraid of trees for a 
while! And she kept telling everyone that she wasn't ever going to try 
again, that she was glad it hadn't worked, and we shouldn't try 
either, because it wouldn't solve anything... 


Dr. Mace: Why is it that the police officers who first arrived on the 
scene were found shot, while those who had been inside for a 
longer time, such as yourself, were killed in a fire? 


Mr. Smalls: I'm not sure, but... we belonged to Altruistic Leader, 
you see. We weren't supposed to leave. Merciful Leader had to 
make sure we didn't... come back, like Little Missy did. Thoughtful 
Leader yelled something after me when | ran, but | couldn't 
understand the words. But Worthy Leader knows, you see. And 
Prosperous Leader told me I'd die before Meritorious Leader would 
let me escape. Virtuous Leader told me that so, so many times. 


Dr. Mace: Do you have any idea where we might find him? 


Mr. Smalls: | don't know. Sometimes | think Perfect Leader's 
already here. But that would be... that would be impossible, wouldn't 
it? But | really shouldn't be here, either. There's no way it'll last. 
Supreme Leader is going to find me and send me where the others 
are. Please, don't let Everlasting Leader do that. I'm begging you. 


<End Log> 


Closing Statement: Despite constant medical monitoring and 
treatment, Jeremiah Smalls died of multiple organ failure due to age 
and malnutrition 37 days following the acquisition of SCP-7362. 
Simultaneous with Mr. Smalls' expiration, an individual matching the 
description of "Leader" climbed out of the well holding the primary 
mass of SCP-7362. The individual was restrained, but tried to 
escape and was subsequently terminated. Autopsy revealed no 
biological abnormalities, and the subject's fingerprints and DNA do 
not appear in any medical, governmental or law enforcement 
database to which the Foundation has access. 


Interview With the Strigoi