“So how did you find out about the SCP?” Jack asked me as we 
were chatting on the phone late one night. “I found about it on 
4chan.” 


| shrugged. Jack was my best friend. | could trust him with anything. 
“Well, | found out about it because my dad used to work for them.” 


There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Wait, what? No, no, 
I'm talking about the website.” 


“Yeah, me too. It's a front for an actual organization, man. | swear to 
god, it's real.” 


| heard a derisive snort on the other end. “You're joking, right?” 


“No, not joking.” | crossed the room and looked at my dad’s old safe. 
“| have proof.” With the phone cradled gently in my neck, | put in the 
combination and swing the safe open with a loud squeak. Inside was 
a single file. 


“Well...dude. No way. Look, let me ask on IRC here...” Another long 
pause. “Huh.” 


| closed the safe shut with a snap. “What is it?” | asked, nervously 
thumbing through the file. The tetramire. This one file alone, dad had 
said, contained some of the most powerful secrets known to man. | 
went over to my computer and checked the clock. 10:00pm. | still 
had 12 hours before | would need to put my password in again. 24 
hours without that password and the entire contents of this file would 
be sent to every major newspaper in the world. The end of the SCP. 


“Hey Walt,” Jack said over the phone, “The guys here say they want 
to meet you. See what you know. They seem to think you might be 
helpful. Wanna come over?” 


| was quiet for a bit. This was unexpected. They needed my talents? 
| mean, damn. Who was |? An IT tech with no prospects. | had spent 
my whole life tracking the SCP and now...now | had a chance, 
however remote. “Alright. Be there in a bit.” | hung up and grabbed 
my laptop. 


KKK 


“BEER!” Jack said as he pulled open the door. He was happy to see 
me, but his smile faded as soon as he saw my serious face. 
“Dude...Walt. You look like you just watched a man die or 
something...you alright?” 


| nodded and slipped in past him, pulling out my laptop. “Let’s do 
this.” 


Jack shrugged and cracked open a beer, setting up his laptop 
across from me. “Sure. Come on. I'll send you the password.” 


It took me less than thirty seconds to register and log onto the 
secure IRC network. And Jack happily gave me the password. | 
didn’t wonder for a moment how he knew it. 


WalterG [~ten.tsacmoc.dm.34098532-CRinys| 
retlaW#ten.tsacmoc.dm.34098532-CRinys|retlaW] 
entered the room. 

Agent_Strelnikov: | have not receive assigned rations yet 
DrChung: Has Task force XI-8 arrived back yet? 
Dr_Smascher: Did you file the necessary requisition 
forms? 

AgentElahi: | still think removing me from active duty 
wasn't justified. People get shot in the stomach all the 
time. 

AgentClay: Elahi, you /deliberately/ shot him. 
AgentElahi: Clay - Look, it isn't my fault that he had facial 
hair just like 973's. And it ALSO isn't my fault that 
someone decided to stick him undercover as a police 
officer. 


It was amazing. Everything | could imagine was unfolding before my 
eyes. This was THE real thing, the actual foundation. | was amazed. 


So, with trembling fingers, | decided to say 
WalterG: Hello. 
With a single phrase, all conversation turned to me. 


AgentClay: Welcome, WalterG 
ResearcherVoct: ah, hello, WalterG ? 
DrReixis: Hello, WalterG. 

DrStone: Ah, the subject has arrived. 

EngO_ Xiao: Good evening, WalterG. 
AgentEscor: Evening, WalterG 

DrQuence: It's a pleasure to see you, WalterG. 


A sense of foreboding splashed across me like a bucket of cold 
water over my head. Still, this was no time for cowardice. 


ResearcherVoct: WalterG, we've been told to expect 
yOu. ... 

WalterG: Yes, I'm sure you have. Evening, all. 
ResearcherVoct: We don't know if you're the one we're 
waiting for, to be honest 

WalterG: No, | can assure you I'm the one you were 
waiting for. 

ResearcherVoct: So how did you come to learn of the 
Foundation's existence? 

WalterG: My father used to work for your organization. 


There was a long pause before | was addressed again the channel 
seemed to be teeming with important people doing important jobs. 
Some were rather trivial: 


AgentClay: No shit, the NSA? How're those spooks 
doing? 

AgentElahi: Clay: Probably jacking off to people having 
phone sex. 


...to technical: 


ResearcherSolan: If we line the cage with telekill, it will 
eventually undergo what currently is termed a "collapse 


event" and affect all personnel in a varying radius with 
the effects of the entity contained by SCP-148. 
DrStone: | don't recall of any instance of 684 being 
transported. It's far too massive, and last | checked, still 
on the floor of the Indian Ocean. 


...to simple office banter... 


DrReixis: Dr_Smascher: | completed those files you 
need. |'m emailing them now. 

Agent_Strelnikov: this is ridicule 

DrQuence: DrReixis: Can you send me a copy | need it 
for...reasons 

Dr_Smascher: Glad to hear it, Reixis. And it is 
‘ridiculous’, Strelnikov. 


...to downright creepy. 


DrStone: Was that the guy who suggested 682 just 
needed to ‘loosen up' with a bubble bath? 

AgentClay: Dr Stone, that guy kinda....well, he fell down 
stairs. A lot. 


| was a bit overwhelmed for a moment, but this was a once-in-a- 
lifetime opportunity. Finally someone addressed me again. 


DrS: WalterG: Who's your dad? 
WalterG: My father was Dr. Tom G. I'm sure you know 
who he is. 


This much was clear. If this was real...they would know exactly who 
my father was. There were a few moments of nothing but banter, 
and then: 


DrS: WalterG: Where was he stationed? What Rank? 
EngO_ Xiao: He was a good guy. 

WalterG: | am made to understand he was Level 4. As 
for what he did... I'm sorry. Everything | know about his 
work is classified. 


| was starting to get a bit nervous. How much should | reveal about 


myself? How much did they already know? 


DrShaRose: WalterG if your father was following 
protocol, you would not know of his work at all. There is 
little need to refrain from details. 

WalterG: DrShaRose: Well, my father was in the field of 
transporting your most powerful objects. | know for a fact 
he was present at the transport of the creature you have 
listed in your "mock web site" as SCP-684. 
ResearcherVoct: I'm interested in knowing - what did 
Tom tell you about us? 

WalterG: A lot. 


There was another long pause filled with nothing but witty banter 
back and forth among the agents and researchers. 


DrS: Okay who's got WalterG's location now? 

DrReixis: | do. 

DrS: Do you know what your dad used to do specifically? 
He tell you any stories? 


This was bad. The only option was to go for broke. 


WalterG: yes he did. In fact he gave me a file with a lot of 
valuable information that, if it were to get out, would be 
very dangerous. That's why | have wired my home 
system with a deadman switch. If anything happens to 
me, it all goes public. 


They didn’t believe me. 


DrS: WalterG: Heh. | don't think you understand your 
position, boy. 

AgentClay: Walter - | wouldn't worry about it, honestly. 
DrChung: You really think that would stop us? 


My whole body was trembling now. | was in too deep. 


Everything stopped. The whole channel went dead for a good thirty 
seconds. The silence, even a digital one, was deafening as every 
agent, researcher and doctor in the foundation stopped what they 


were doing to pay attention to what | had just said. All of the witty 
banter stopped as the conversation was now directed at me. 


Dr_Smascher: You'll make this easier on yourself if you 
just sit there and wait, Walter. 

WalterG: You can't touch me. | will go public with the 
tetramire incident. The whole thing. | have the file. 
DrShaRose: That kind of threat is meaningless to an 
organization like this. | think if your data were accurate it 
would reflect this. 

ResearcherVoct: wait, you seriously think we don't 
already have alibis for Tetramire? 


The threats didn’t stop, however. 


DrChung: Can we get Task Force lota-7 over to 
WalterG's house? 

DrStone: MTF Gamma-5 is en route to your terminal 
location, Walter_G. Please do not attempt to leave your 
home. 


These threats didn’t mean anything to me. They wouldn’t touch me. 
And even if they tried— 


WalterG: I'm not at my house. Asshole. 


| laughed. This all-powerful SCP organization was clearly nothing 
but a joke. A bunch of researchers with too much time on their 
hands a few neat toys. There was another pause in the channel, 
which was swiftly followed by: 


DrReixis: No. But | know exactly where you are. 
AgentEscor: Has someone already got a trace on this 
Walter guy? 


There was another long pause. And then: 
DrReixis: Yes, | do. I'm right next to him. 
| looked up. As | had been typing | had forgotten about jack, and 


now | was looking down the barrel of a gun, held by my best friend. 
“Jack...what are you—” 


“I’m sorry it had to end like this, Walter.” 
| could not believe my eyes. My ears. Jack reached down with his 
hand and typed something. | glanced down at my screen. 


DrReixis: Subject is secure. 


No. It couldn't be. “J-Jack...” | said slowly. “What are you doing?” 
He sighed and shook his head. “You've been a liability for too long. 
Say hello to your father.” 


KKK 


“Can | help you, officer?” Jack asked as he opened his door. 

“Yeah, we picked up a guy down the street with a gunshot wound to 
his leg. He said, uh...” The officer flipped through his notes. “He said 
you were running a global conspiracy.” 

Jack blinked at him for a moment. “Excuse me?” 

The officer shrugged sheepishly. “Yeah. | just wanted to check and 
make sure everything’s alright here.” 

Jack shrugged. “Yeah, of course. Just watching TV.” 

The officer sighed in reply. “Alright. | figured he was just crazy then. 
Have a good night.” 

Jack waved to them and closed the door before returning to the 
computer. 


DrReixis: Mission accomplished. 


Wanderer Symbols 


Documentation 095-SH-11836. 
Document secured during raid on known campon / / 
No doors successfully identified. 


Full list of confiscated artifacts, see parent document, raid 
classification "Nest Breaker" 


after being heavily sedated, all of his bodily functions 
remained in a dangerously accelerated state: increased 
heart rate, high blood pressure, etc. 


Subject described a man matching the regular 
appearance of SCP-990. According to Dr. 's 
report, Agent described with great detail a series of 
events that would lead to several tactical nuclear 
missiles being launched into mid-Europe and eastern 
Asia, ultimately resulting in the extermination of nearly 
98% of the human race and the total collapse of human 
society. Agent claimed that the information had been 
outlined to him by SCP-990 while he was trapped within 
his dream. 


Mobile Task Force - was dispatched to eliminate the 
initial threat that would begin the chain of events. MTF - 
was successful and the crisis was averted. Agent ; 
however, did not survive his ordeal and died of shock- 

like symptoms. 


Since Event-990-07, SCP-990 has appeared to many Foundation 
personnel and made similar threats. As of yet no situation on the 
scale of Event-990-07's has occurred; however, SCP-990 has 
successfully predicted the deaths of Doctors _, ,and ,as 
well as the destruction of Watch Station Epsilon-38, and [DATA 
EXPUNGED]. Any threat made by SCP-990 should be reported to 
Foundation authorities, regardless of its severity. 


Foundation personnel are considered free to converse with 
SCP-990 if he should appear to them, and are encouraged to try to 
obtain information from the subject regarding himself. Additionally, 
Dr. has stated that anyone who can determine whether or not 
SCP-990 has a corresponding body somewhere in the world will be 
well rewarded. 


Document 990-02: 

The following is an interview conducted between Dr. and 
SCP-990. Although the interview was not recorded until Dr. 
awoke, his memory has historically been highly accurate and 
reliable. 


War is Child's Play 


Prologue 


The United States of America, September 3, 1962: 


Millions of Americans on the West Coast have settled in 
for the evening and turned on their radios and 
televisions, content to enjoy whatever program their 
families watch together. However, their scheduled 
programming has been interrupted by an urgent speech 
by President Joseph Kennedy Jr. 


My fellow Americans, it is my deepest regret to 
inform you that, in an emergency meeting by 
Congress, war has been declared on the 
Soviet Union, the People's Republic of China, 
and their allies. Our intelligence assets in 
those countries and our early warning systems 
all indicate that a large number of 
intercontinental ballistic missiles have been 
launched in a surprise attack against the 
United States and her allies. 


We will answer in full force. 


It is no easy thing that | ask of you, but we 
must all stand together through this, our 
darkest of hours, until we see the coming 
victorious dawn. We have been preparing for 
this scenario, and | am fully confident in the 
strength of our military's plan. 


If you live in a city with a population greater 
than 100,000, or near a military base, | must 
urgently encourage you to head to your city's 


central bunker, unless you have one of your 
own. If neither of these is the case, it is 
advised that you should head to your 
basements, with all doors locked and windows 
shuttered, or to whatever shelter you have 
available. If you're outdoors, head indoors 
immediately. Be prepared to listen to any 
further announcements through your local 
radio stations. 


We will survive this, People of the United 
States. Freedom and democracy will not be 
extinguished. We need only stand strong, and 
stand together. God bless, and good luck. 


The White House, September 3, 1962: 


A man is calling his brother for the last time. Neither will 
ever see the sun again. 


"H - Hello? Yes, John. It's Joseph. No, | haven't called 
anyone else yet. | felt like you should be the first to 
know." 


"Yeah, | know. Listen, you can't go to the bunker, they'll 

know who you are, blame you for what I've done. They'll 
lynch you, John. You take Jackie and the kids, and you 

go out to the country. I'll see what | can do from here to 

make sure my guys go out and protect you." 


"Mr. President, it's time." 


"Hang on one second, will you? No, that wasn't at you, 
John. Yeah, I'll call Ted and Robert next. Please, stay 
safe, and send Jackie and the children my love. Tell the 
kids that Uncle Joe loves 'em." 


"And I'm sorry." 


Chapter 1 


Volgograd Bunker #6, October 13, 1962: 


Things are being said in angered whispers as young 
warriors look on, fearful. 


"Vasily, look at them. These are not soldiers, they're farm 
boys. Most of them don't look older than ten. And some 
of them are crying. We can't do this." 


"We are at war, probably the most important war that will 
ever be fought. It wasn't us who decided to launch the 
first nuclear missiles. It wasn't us who killed over a billion 
people. It wasn't us who put us in this bunker. And it isn't 
us who made the decision that our children must be our 
soldiers. We have orders, and we are sworn to uphold 
them." 


"Do you expect me to believe that? Why can't we admit 
defeat? The surface is ruined. There's nothing left to fight 
for. And these are children. Do you expect me to simply 
stand by and watch as we give these boys over to those 
things? | can't do that in good faith." 


"Grigory, | would hold my tongue if | were you. You are 
an officer of this army and are sworn to protect this 
country, with your life if need be. We can't let the 
Americans win, and we cannot simply give up. If 
whatever the Engineers have planned will let these boys 
see the sky again, it is worth it." 


"Even if it kills them?" 


"Even if it kills them."