Description: SCP-3235 is a contagious virus that infects humans. 
The infection spreads through skin contact with infected subjects, or 
through airborne particles from coughs and sneezes of SCP-3235-1. 
Virions consist of a lipid envelope, containing the genetic material of 
Migs Babache, with a capsid diameter of 300 nm. No form of 
treatment or antiviral agent has been developed to reverse the 
infection. Initial symptoms include blisters on the skin, sore throat, 
and fever. As such, SCP-3235 can be mistaken for a non- 
anomalous viral infection during early stages. The circumstances 
and conditions that resulted in the creation of SCP-3235 are 
currently unknown. 


Within 72 hours of infection, tumorous growths will form on infected 
subjects!, including inside bodily cavities. Tissues comprising these 
growths are genetically identical to that of Migs Babache, a civilian 
of the city of [REDACTED]. Subjects may expire at this stage due to 
asphyxiation resulting from growths in the trachea. The growths 


develop further by absorbing nutrients from the host, through a 
network of blood vessels that connects to the host's circulatory 
system. Over time, these growths will develop functional structures, 
similar to those found in a human head, such as the skull, teeth, 
brain, eyes, and tongue. Internal structures such as the esophagus 
and trachea will develop within the host subject, and connect to the 
relevant organs for sustenance and support. 


If the subject survives past the first week of infection, each growth 
will develop a physical appearance identical to that of the head of 
Migs Babache. The growth is henceforth referred to as an instance 
of SCP-3235-1. At this stage, all structures expected of a human 
head are present within SCP-3235-1, albeit with varying levels of 
development. These heads are sapient2 and are able to 
communicate verbally, although a significant amount of 
psychological distress is exhibited. Muffled vocalizations or screams 
are occasionally audible from within infected subjects. Each instance 
possesses the memories of Migs Babache prior to his 
disappearance. As such, each instance claims to be the "real" Migs 
Babache, and may argue with other instances over this statement. 
As many as 50 instances have been recorded on a single subject. 
SCP-3235-1 will continue to develop on infected subjects until they 
are completely covered or expire. 


SCP-3235 came to the attention of the Foundation after the 
roommates of Migs Babache reported that they had witnessed his 
disappearance’ in their apartment, on / /2001. Agents quarantined 
the apartment room of the person, but failed to detect any 
anomalies. All three persons were later admitted to Hospital, 
after contracting an unidentified viral infection. They were 
transported to Site- , after the anomalous properties of the infection 
were confirmed by embedded Foundation personnel. Appropriate 
amnestic treatment was administered to the medical staff and other 
witnesses. No additional infections were contracted, as the original 
persons were effectively quarantined by medical personnel. 


+ Interview Log 3235-3a 
Interviewed: SCP-3235-1-17 


Interviewer: Dr. 


Foreword: The infected subject is , one 
of the roommates of Migs Babache. The 
subject was sedated during the interview, and 
all instances of SCP-3235-1, except for the 
One interviewed, were surgically removed and 
incinerated. SCP-3235-1-17 was selected due 
to its high level of development, and capability 
for coherent speech. The instance was 
growing on the shoulder of the subject, and 
required a significant amount of reassurance 
before it would comply with researchers. 


<Begin Log]> 


(faint moaning and gurgling is constantly 
audible from the wounds of ; several 
new tumors were beginning to grow on the 
subject over the course of the interview) 


Dr. : Hello. Can you understand me? 


SCP-3235-1-17: What? I, uh... (object is 
unresponsive for 28 seconds while it assesses 
its situation) What happened to all the other... 


Dr. : They weren't doing well and didn't 
make it. Can you understand me? 


SCP-3235-1-17: Okay, yes, | can. | guess | 
shouldn't really be surprised. They weren't 
real... 


Dr. : Please state your name. 


SCP-3235-1-17: Migs Babache. Are you a 
doctor? Please help me. | don't know what the 
hell is happening to me. 


Dr. : Yes, |am a doctor. We are doing 
everything we can, but you have to tell me 
everything you know, so we can better 


understand your condition. 


SCP-3235-1-17: A-alright, but please do 
everything you can to fix this. You have to help 
me. 


Dr. : Please calm down, we're working on 
it. Can you describe what you are 
experiencing? How much control do you have? 


SCP-3235-1-17: | can't move anything except 
for my mouth, eyes... that's about it, | think. | 
can't feel anything except my face. 


Dr. : Noted. Do you- 


(muffled screaming is audible as an tumor with 
an underdeveloped mouth begins to grow from 
one of the wounds on ) 


SCP-3235-1-17: What the hell is that? 


Dr. : Please ignore it. Just focus on telling 
us what you know so we can help you. 


SCP-3235-1-17: (crying) Okay, okay, I'm trying 
to calm down. Alright. (object takes three deep 
breaths) 


Dr. : Do you know how you came to be in 
your current situation? What can you tell me 
about the events leading up to it? 


SCP-3235-1-17: | don't know what the fuck 
happened to me! The last thing | remember is 
that | was just sitting around, trying to play 
some video games. It was the weekend, and | 
had no assignments to work on, so | was 
taking it easy. The next thing | remember was 
that everything went dark, and | couldn't 
breathe. | don't know what the hell was 
happening; there was no warning. | couldn't 


move, | couldn't see, | couldn't breathe, but | 
wasn't dying. | don't know how long that lasted, 
but it was a nightmare. 


God! | couldn't talk either, until some time 
later. | was just screaming. Screaming for help, 
because | couldn't feel or see anything. But | 
couldn't talk either, because my mouth wasn't 
working properly. But | did hear other people 
screaming. Lots of people, including my 
roommate. | thought | was still in our 
apartment, or something, but | couldn't 
understand why there were so many people 
screaming. | realized they were screaming in 
my voice later on, and then... they started 
talking... 


Dr. : Do you recall the next time you 
regained your vision? 


SCP-3235-1-17: Yeah, it wasn't too long back. 
Just yesterday, | think. | was in the hospital. 
Oh, God, that's when the nightmare started. | 
wish it was a nightmare. There were these... 
other... Heads... Just heads. They looked like 
me. And we were all growing outof _. Ugh... 
God, why is this happening to me? 


Dr. : Calm down. You have to tell us 
everything if we are to help you. 


SCP-3235-1-17: Alright... Ugh... alright. 


Dr. : Please calm down. You have to help 
us, SO we can help you. 


SCP-3235-1-17: Alright, alright. (object takes a 
deep breath) The things that looked like me 
were all saying that they were the real me. But 
that can't be possible, right? Because I'm me. | 
mean, who or what else would | be? | 


remember everything. My parents, my family, 
my childhood. You know? And the fact that I'm 
still here must mean something, right? 


| mean, why would | still be here when those 
other things didn't make it? | have to be the 
real me. But they were all saying that they 
were me. And my roommate was freaking out 
badly. The doctors that showed up were all 
horrified, and didn't know what to do. God, this 
is a real nightmare. | just wish | could wake up 
from it. You are going to cure me, right? | 
mean- 


Dr. : We have a team working on it, rest 
assured. Do you remember anything else? 
Anything out of the ordinary? 


SCP-3235-1-17: Anything else out of the 
ordinary? No. | really can't. | didn't do anything 
out of the ordinary. | ate at the same places, 
played the same games, me and my 
roommates even argued about the same god 
damned thing we always argued about. In fact 
we argued just before this happened. Please, 
just do everything you can to cure me, doctor. | 
really don't know how this happened. If nothing 
else works, you can do a head transplant, or 
something, right? | mean, | once saw this show 
about future technologies where 
[SUPERFLUOUS DIALOGUE EXPUNGED]. 


<End Log> 


Closing Statement: The interview was 
terminated as no further information could be 
obtained from the object 


The infected subject expired two days after the interview, 
and the cadaver was subsequently incinerated. 
Interviews with the other 2 roommates determined that 


all instances of SCP-3235-1 share the memories of Migs 
Babache, prior to his disappearance. 


Addendum: The following document consists of excerpts from text 
messages sent from to ; both persons are roommates 
of Migs Babache. The content of the messages pertain to Migs 
Babache, and are edited for brevity. 


So Migs is pissed off at me today. Apparently, his 
girlfriend wanted to meet him, but he lied to her and said 
he wasn't feeling well and had to stay in. Of course, he 
didn't tell us this, and we went out with the others, not 
knowing about it. | took some photos to post online, and 
he happened to be in one of them. His girlfriend found 
out he wasn't sick and got pissed off when she saw the 
post. When she found him, she found he was cheating 
on her with someone else, which is why he lied to her. 
So now he's pissed at me. Firstly, he could have warned 
me that he was lying to his girlfriend, so | wouldn't have 
posted those pictures. Second, he shouldn't have lied to 
her in the first place. 


No, | can't get any sleep, so | might as well get dressed 
and join you. Migs has been arguing with his girlfriend 
outside since 10 PM. 


Word of warning, the console's corrupted and Migs is 
blaming us for it, so he'll probably blame you too when 
you get back. Must have gotten a virus or something. | 
think we all know who's to blame, though. It's bad 
enough that Migs cheats in real life, but he also cheats in 
video games. Every time. And he denies it, even though 
we have proof. And he wonders why we don't invite him 
for games. Also, can you believe he's been dating for 
5 years now? And he's been cheating on her on and off 
the whole time. 


Migs is a toxic person. That's all | can say. He's the 
embodiment of the definition of ‘toxic person’. I've known 
him for 10 years, and he's always been the way he is. He 
doesn't pull his weight, and lets other people handle all 


the work, and he thinks it's perfectly acceptable. We've 
tried telling him, and all he does is deny it. He cheats, he 
lies, and he treats everyone like dirt. | hope his parents 
are happy with the way they raised him. If he doesn't 
change, all he's doing is being a disease to society. 


Investigations of the residence of person of interest, , revealed 
no further anomalies. 


Footnotes 

1. These tumors develop from the blisters formed during the initial 
stages of infection. 

2. The intelligence of underdeveloped instances has yet to be 
determined, as the objects are unable to speak coherently. 

3. He was reported to have dematerialized spontaneously, with his 
clothes and accessories falling to the ground. 


SCP-3236: All Those Fucking Ideas 


Item #: SCP-3236 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3236 is stored at Site-136. 
Experimentation with SCP-3236 may be performed with the prior 
written consent of the site administrator. The tank is to be emptied 
and thoroughly cleaned and disinfected after each use. 


Description: SCP-3236 is a sensory modification appliance based 
on a modified "Float Pod"-brand sensory deprivation tank. Twelve 
lance-shaped, wired neuroprosthetic probes connect to sockets in 
the interior tub of the appliance. Accompanying documentation 
explains that to use the appliance, the probes are to be inserted into 
particular anatomical locations in the back of an individual's head 
and spinal cord in order to facilitate neuromuscular and 
transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation, then the individual 
enters the sensory deprivation tank. The operator then enters 
instructions by means of the appliance's external keyboard. 


The accompanying documentation suggests that the original 
intended functionality of the appliance was to permit the user inside 
the tank to experience neurosimulated sexual activity for 
recreational purposes. By means of the keyboard, the external 
operator would enter commands specifying particular aspects of the 
user's experience. The probes would then deliver electrical signals 
to the user's nervous system, causing the user to experience 
artificially simulated sensory input, similar to a dream-state, for a 
period of up to ten minutes (although the user's subjective sense of 
a sensory episode's duration may vary). Upon the conclusion of the 
simulated experience, the tank opens and the probes may be safely 
removed. 


However, the appliance's processing system appears to be 
damaged and corrupted, with the result that the appliance does not 


respond to the full suite of commands that the documentation 
describes. Trial and error has established that the only command 
accepted by the appliance is the designation of the user's "partner" 
for the simulated experience. Moreover, it appears that only 
intangible concepts are accepted as data inputs. 


Experimental testing of SCP-3236 consists of placing a human 
subject in the tank, inserting the probes, administering commands to 
the appliance, and then interviewing the subject. Partial test log 
follows: 


Date: 08.02.20 

Researcher: Dr. Garcia 

Subject: D-369, a 23-year old female subject. 
Test Results: 


* Command: Husband 
¢ Outcome: Appliance returned an error message. No interview 
conducted. 


* Command: Woman 
Outcome: Appliance returned an error message. 


* Command: Grizzly bear 
Outcome: Appliance returned an error message. 


* Command: Pumpkin 
Outcome: Appliance returned an error message. 


* Command: Night 

* Outcome: "| suddenly woke up in bed. It was dark. My old 
college boyfriend was with me. We got busy, but he was too 
tired from work and couldn't finish." 


* Command: America 
* Outcome: "| was lying in a wheat field, wearing nothing but a 
cowboy hat. And then this bald eagle landed next to me..." 


* Command: Enthusiasm 
* Outcome: "Put me back in! Put me back in!" 


SCP-414: Regardless, | Might Prefer Myself Sick 


Item #: SCP-414 
Object Class: Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-414 is currently 
uncontained; containment efforts focus upon mitigating media 
attention and providing social work programs to demographics 
targeted by SCP-414. Individuals affected by SCP-414 iterations 
must be dosed with Class-B amnestics upon recovery and are to be 
kept under observation. Individuals reaching the final stage of 
SCP-414-2 are to be contacted by a Foundation social work front 
company; individuals under final stage SCP-414-2 are to be treated 
with tri-weekly talk therapy and trained animal companions where 
applicable. 


As it is beyond the Foundation's resources to perform surveillance 
on every possible target of SCP-414, records from social work 
organizations and mental health care centers are to be trawled for 
SCP-414 phenomena where possible. Any media reporting of 
SCP-414 phenomena are to be removed and a cover story provided; 
a list of applicable cover stories can be found in Document 414-B. 


A cure for SCP-414-2 is to be considered the highest priority after 
successful and complete containment. - Doctor Alice Ogawa, 
Principal SCP-414 Researcher