“| still do not understand why you call me James. That is not my 
name.” 


“Just a pun.” She smiled slightly. “The whole oh-seven thing, you 
know?” 


“I do not.” 


“It just sounds like something Fleming cooked up...” she trailed off. 
There was little point in trying to explain. 


076-2 was definitely part of the project, she just didn’t understand 
how he fit in exactly, or how he’d even got there. It wasn’t like the 
military could’ve just picked him up on lease. But if he hadn’t been 
there... 


“McSteward! Corporal! Corporal!’ 


She looked up towards the voice. In the distance was a crumpled 
Jeep, crushed between two jutting stones. A figure was stumbling 
over the tufts of grass and uneven rocks- but making good time 
regardless, eagerly closing the distance. 


“Hill?” 


“| figured it out! | figured it out,” he repeated, finally reaching her and 
panting. 


“You're alive?” The corporal beamed, flooded with relief. “And you 
managed to crash the Jeep,” she added, slightly reproachfully. 


“Forget about the damn car! I’ve worked it all out.... uh... Corporal.” 


She grabbed him by the shoulders. “What are you talking about, 
Private?” 


“I’m saying this isn’t actually happening.” 
She paused, but only for a moment. “What?” 
“It’s a large-scale psychological affecter-” 


“| Know what you mean, dammit, but that doesn’t make any sense! If 
this is memetic, or neurological, or any kind of psychosomatic 
threat... how did it completely beat our conditioning? We’ve been 
facing that kind of thing for years!” 


“It's because you were expe-” 

076-2 cleaved the man in twain. It was a very clean cut. 
“What the fuck are you doing?” she screamed. 

“He was one of them. Look.” 


McSteward stared at the body. It wasn’t Hill, it was another of the 
tentacled creatures. How could she have been so naive- 


No. Think for a second. 


It wasn’t a clean cut. Hill was on the floor but he was unmarked. The 


sword hadn’t actually hit, no matter what her mind was telling her. 
She’d automatically expected a clean cut because it was 076-2 
doing the cutting, but from that angle? With an overarm, vertical 
sweep? Impossible, whether Hill was a freakish abomination or not. 
The sheer forces required would've practically made the target 
explode. 


Hill was right, this wasn’t happening. She'd corrected herself, and 
the illusion had failed to compensate for her realisation. 


076-2 was shifting in and out of focus, shivering like static on an old 
television. One moment the sword was slick with Hill’s bodily fluids, 
the next it was spotless. A katana, a broadsword, a saif, distorting 
between forms. One moment 076-2 was there, the next... nothing 
but a warped silhouette. 


But the leer always remained, an unmoving smirk in the chaotic 
facade. 


“You're not 076-2.” The corporal took a step back. 


He grinned. “What, aren’t you desperate to bring us home and show 
us off to your superiors? We were so looking forward to meeting 
them.” 


“How about you come clean.” 

“Fine.” 

The grin expanded and carried on expanding. His eyes retreated 
back into his skull until they were pinpricks of puckered flesh glaring 
from out of a mass of wrinkles. The clothes unravelled into 
translucent spines, wetly pulsing and vibrating. The face 


degenerated into razor-edged bone and twitching viscera, the body 
became a conglomerate of engorged tentacles and jagged teeth. 


“We are not the ohseven. We would all love to know what you're 
GOING TO DO ABOUT IT 


She shot it. It shrieked in a pitch no human could hear. 


“Ever wonder,” she said quietly, “why a soldier would have the 


found on the coats of several subspecies of sheep, while 
the string appears to be made from the remains of a 
plant of the family theaceae. 


Note: How did it even do that? - Dr. Hadian 


Name: Dr. Obs 

Date: 06/01/18 

Total Items: Two (2) Tardis Flight Control Toys. (10th & 
11th) 


Input: One (1) Tardis Flight Control Toy. (10th) 
Setting: Very Fine 

Output: The Tardis Flight Control Toy changed "Era" 
Going from 10th to 5th, Though a toy of this Era never 
existed. 


Input: One (1) Tardis Flight Control Toy. (11th) 
Setting: Very Fine 
Output: Same as Previous item. 


Note: The cheeky bugger is saying 5th is better! - Dr. 
Obs 


Name: Mr. Mellows (Linguistics) 
Date: 20/01/2018 
Total items: Fifty (50) English-Russian Dictionaries 


Note from Mellows: Let's see if we can luck into some 
known to unknown languages. All Fifty test will be done 
on the 1:1 setting. 


Input: one (1) English-Russian Dictionary 
Setting: 1:1 

Output: one (1) Swahili-Mongolian Dictionary. 
Note from Mellows: Yes! We're on the right track. 
Tests 2-35 omitted 


Input: one (1) English-Russian Dictionary 


slightest knowledge of 076-2 in the first place?” 


The thing writhed around in agony, spitting blood and threats in a 
dead language. 


“And ‘lost’ my gun? You bought that?” 
She shot it again. And again. 


When the magazine finally ran dry the “corporal” produced her 
combat knife and hacked away at the spasmodic heap of gore until 
both her hands were numb. 


Incident Report Summary: 


Corporal McSteward of the Adjutant General’s Corps 
(Royal Military Police) of the Base, cover identity of 
Agent __, brought in the body of SCP- _ for study. 


Further investigation into the British military’s 
acquirement of subject required. Suggest further 
development of existing cover story in order for Agent 
to maintain her position within their internal security 
division. 


Private Hill, cover identity of Agent _, shall remain in 
observation until further notice. Projected recovery time 
estimated to be six months due to severe mental trauma. 

of the base’s support staff were killed and wounded. 
No visible damage to the bodies. 


Suggest extreme force from outset if further evidence of 
weaponisation attempts are uncovered. Covert 
operations successful in this instance, not likely to 
succeed in future. Recommend neutralisation of 

Base to imply a catastrophic accident in their munitions 
dump. 


Addendum _ -1.0: SCP-_ ’s file requires amendment. 
Confirmed that SCP- capable of psychological 
projection and sensory overwrite via manipulation of 


existing neuron connections in the brain. Attempts to 
exploit the memories and expectations of potential 
victims. 


Not capable of perpetual regeneration. Not impervious to 
harm. Decomposes rapidly. 


Personal Log Of Dr Gears 


Personal Log of Dr.Gears 


[NOTE: Dates and some sensitive information removed by Central 
Records. Original documentation available upon approval. ] 


Woke up early, due to the sound of explosion. A new Agent entered 
the containment area of SCP-236, and accidentally stepped on a 
unit. The resulting explosion almost set off a chain reaction, but was 
contained successfully. Unknown if Agent survived, but doubtful. 
Was approached by Dr. in the hall shortly after leaving my 
dormitory, in regards to a new subject being introduced to SCP-212. 
| am to supervise and document the proceedings, which will take 
place tomorrow. The last subject exposed did not survive, and 
expired in such a way as to require lockdown of the test area. It is 
hoped the current exposure will not repeat this outcome. 


Spent most of the morning preparing documents for transfer to 
Central Records. We are currently updating our database to an all- 
digital format. Concerns have been raised due to the sheer volume 
of data. Anyone could accidentally gain access to sensitive 
documents, copy them, and cause a security breach. This possibility 
is remote, but with my own work taking several weeks to compile 
thus far, | feel it could be valid. 


Lunch was eventful. Several members of Zeta-9 had returned from a 
mission, and proceeded to state their superiority to several other 
teams present in R-4 lunchroom, most notably Phi-1, who they 
stated “keep their pansy little asses hidden in the base, while we do 
all the damn Deep work!”. A sizable altercation broke out, which was 
separated by Agent Dorlin. After his exposure SCP-212, he has 
shown remarkable aptitude with his improvements, notably the 
“scythe-arms”. The rest of the lunch period was uneventful, with the 


exception of SCP-529 stealing a piece of ham from my plate. 
Reported it to Site Security, who told me “don’t worry about it, she 
does that sometimes.” 


Afternoon devoted to SCP review. Meeting scheduled for tomorrow 
with SCP-172. Have received information that a new assistant will 
be assigned to me within the week, the old one having been 
removed from active service due to exposure to SCP-008. The 
assistance will be helpful, as the massive amount of compiling and 
updating is starting to affect my other duties. 


Morning uneventful, despite brief lockdown due to a false alarm. Met 
with new lab assistant after entering office. "Iceberg" is a newly- 
appointed assistant, and seems somewhat eager to prove himself. 
Assigned several stacks of reports to be compiled and sent to 
Central Records to him. | dislike handing off work, but | can not do 
both jobs at once. Received word that the subject set to be exposed 
to SCP-212 has failed a drug screening, and will have to be 
postponed. 


Met with SCP-172. “He” seemed very pleased today, and presented 
me with a blueprint for a non-lethal handgun. Explained that it uses 
a sequence of chimes and air pulses, controlled by a central 
mainspring and “timing drum” to emit a series of tones and 
vibrations, causing instant loss of balance, partial blindness, and 
vomiting. Requested SCP-172 to create a prototype, to which he 
replied “Yes comrade, consider it already done.” SCP-172 appears 
to be working on a new module as well. Inquired as to its function, to 
which SCP-172 responded: “Your Agents seem lazy, comrade. | will 
show them the proper way to drill and exercise.” Will inquire with 
Site Supervision, about whether or not this should be allowed. 
Remainder of meeting uneventful, SCP-172 commenting several 
times that he “felt tired”. Appeared to be “winding down” and 
returned to storage compartment after meeting conclusion. 


Ate lunch in office. Iceberg appears to have made a great deal of 
headway in the reports. | think I'll take him to assist with testing 
SCP-882. We lack documentation as to the exact time required for 


SCP-882 to regain animation, and the time needed to manifest the 
“grinding” in subjects. It appears Iceberg has yet to encounter high- 
security SCP. This will be a valuable learning experience for him. 
We will be flying to the containment site at the end of the week. 


Minor security breech in the evening. SCP-076 exited containment 
area with extreme force, causing several injuries. Members of 
security were talking outside of SCP-076s containment area. 
SCP-076 misheard a comment, and took offense. Situation 
resolved, and a new blast door has been ordered. Staff has been 
reminded not to remain in SCP containment areas when not actively 
working. 


Long flight to the containment area. On our approach, was informed 
that a security breech had occurred. Agents moving SCP-882 to the 
testing area had an accident, causing SCP-882 to leave its secured 
transportation tank and strike a large metal blast door. SCP-882 
immediately bonded with the door, and the entire area has been 
locked down. Eight Agents and several members of staff were 
sealed in with SCP-882. 


Landed in the evening, with snow starting to fall. Informed that a 
storm is coming, and we will be unable to leave for two weeks. 
Containment area was mostly unsealed, with the exception of 
several areas near the site of the accident. Lockdown is being 
maintained for the area until the full extent of the SCP-882 
“infection” is contained. All areas connecting to the accident site 
have been disconnected from the main containment facility via 
explosives. It appears that several rooms and halls were “infected” 
before physical separation could be achieved. SCP-882 “spread” via 
wiring and other metallic devices. Two Agents, Dr. , and three D- 
Class personnel are still sealed in the affected areas. 


Command has informed me that testing will continue as planned, 
with a new focus on the group dynamic when under extreme stress. 
Security cameras appear to be unaffected by the infection, and 
observation has begun. Assigned my assistant to the set-up of a 
central observation post with several CCTV and other monitoring 


devices. He has been very quiet. Several of those sealed in with 
SCP-882 appear very upset. SCP-882 is now only 26% covered in 
rust, and has started to make small, jerky movements. 


The first 24 hours of exposure to SCP-882 have yielded a great deal 
of data. Auditory effects begin after 18 hours of exposure, varying by 
one to two hours depending on proximity to SCP-882. The closer a 
subject is, the quicker the effect. SCP-882 has started converting 
the door to which it is attached into more gears and cogs, current 
projections putting full conversion at 56 hours. Other metallic objects 
connected to the door have not yet begun to covert. SCP-882 is 
operating normally, no rust visible anywhere on any observable 
surface, and all components moving in ways consistent to their 
construction. As has been documented, no form of power is visible, 
and nothing can be detected to account for SCP-882s continued 
operation. 


One D-Class has died. All personnel isolated with SCP-882 have 
started to report hearing “noises”; however D-882/1 appears to have 
been more drastically affected. D-882/1 was observed to have spent 
long periods of time staring at SCP-882, attempting several times to 
touch it before being stopped by Agent P and AgentD . The 
staffs have created a dormitory in the isolated area, comprised of 
the break room and two adjoining offices. Two-way communication 
with the isolated staff is not possible, the PA system being damaged 
during the isolation procedure, but those isolated have been very 
vocal. Many requests have been made, most pertaining to time of 
rescue. D-882/1 was notably more quiet then the rest of staff, and 
seemed to have become extremely withdrawn. 


D-882/1 left the sleeping area at 4:46 a.m., walking out of the “living 
quarters” and into the area containing SCP-882. D-882/1 stared at 
SCP-882, and then put his hand into the main mass of SCP-882. 
Iceberg, who was observing at the time, said D-882/1 appeared to 
be “sleepwalking”. D-882/1 was immediately drawn into the main 
mass, screaming and attempting to remove himself from SCP-882. 
D-882/1 was completely drawn into the main mass in fourteen 
seconds. The other isolated staff quickly awoke and ran to SCP-882, 


after hearing D-882/1 screaming. Both the remaining D-Class and 
Dr. | became notably upset, D-882/2 vomiting and fainting after 
seeing SCP-882. Both Agents advanced on the observation 
cameras, asking repeatedly to be removed and showing a high 
degree of anger. D-882/2 and D-882/3 have also shown a strong 
dislike for Dr. 


Today has been uneventful. The storm has come in, and we are 
unable to leave our current research area. My assistant was visibly 
upset by the actions of D-882/1, and requested an early observation 
rotation. The wind is very strong, and some observational equipment 
has been compromised, but no vital systems as of yet. The 
containment site command has informed me that we may lose the 
audio feed to the isolated section in the next few days, due to 
damage done during separation.