Note: SCP-829 appears to be equally effective on both males and 
females. For clarity, this document will assume that the subject of 
SCP-829 is female. 


Description: SCP-829 is a volume of nail polish, typically 3 to 10 cc 
in size, composed primarily of brand nail polish, but also 
variable amounts of water, human blood (from multiple individuals), 
and small amounts of a large number of organic compounds (for a 
complete list of compounds detected in SCP-829, see Document 
829-CM). SCP-829 is able to generate more of itself by absorbing 
water vapor from surrounding air, and by “drinking” human blood 
dripped into its bottle. If neither water vapor nor blood is available, 
SCP-829 becomes dormant, and does not appear to exhibit 
negative effects from extended dormancy. To date, researchers do 
not know how SCP-829 can utilize so much water and still maintain 
its properties as a nail polish. 


When applied to a human subject’s fingernails, SCP-829 affects the 
subject in several different ways, depending on how much blood 


from the Captain, now. 


[TWO ILLEGIBLE PAGES AND ONE THAT HAS 
CLEARLY BEEN TORN OUT] 


[...] The soldiers hate the CAPTAIN as much as | do. 
Ever since the Jewish girl and the execution, the 
CAPTAIN had lost all of his power. Another Revolution is 
about to begin against the CAPTAIN. The village will be 
free once I'm in [...] 


[TWO PAGES OF ILLEGIBLE TEXT, INCLUDING 
FURTHER MENTIONS OF "REVOLUTION", IN 
ADDITION TO "TREASON", AND "REVENGE". 
REMAINING PAGES ARE BLANK WITH THE 
FOLLOWING EXCEPTION] 


[...] will die like a man. I'm sorry, Magda. 


The above document was discovered beneath the floorboards of the 
Mayor Lazarev's office, thanks to directions provided by the present 
Mayor Lazarev. Bullet holes and some bone fragments were found 
in the wall behind the desk. 


Doc-491-2: Typed memorandum from Nurse Yelena Petruskova to 
Doctor Vladimir Gierukov. 


[...] Five died during the event. Their names are [DATA 
REDACTED]. Mister Kravitz died later, before he could 
receive emergency surgery. 


Eight are wounded. [NAMES AND CONDITIONS 
REDACTED] 


[ILLEGIBLE] catatonic and unable to move under their 
own power. Neither suffered any injuries to their heads 
or bodies. 


[THE REMNANT IS ILLEGIBLE WITH THE EXCEPTION 
OF A HAND-WRITTEN NOTE IN THE MARGIN] 


Thank you, Yelena. Please begin again with the 
professional tone and language that we had discussed. 
There is also no need to be redundant in your 
summaries. 


Doc-491-3: Physical examination of "the Uzbek." 


[...] accustomed to physical labour. Some muscular 
atrophy has occurred through both lack of use and from 
advanced age. The two remaining teeth [...] scars along 
the back which appear to have been from a whip [...] 
likely not of European or Asian descent. 


Without being familiar with his language, it is not possible 
to make an accurate assessment of his state of mind. A 
student of human nature may be able to discern that his 
actions and demeanor are indicative of a man who is still 
in full control of his faculties. 


[DATA REDACTED] 


[...] will continue to refer to him as the Uzbek, even if he 
clearly is not. 


Doc-491-4: The remains of the personal log of Captain Julian 
Trubaiev. 


[ALL PAGES UNTIL THE FINAL OFFICIAL ENTRY ARE 
ILLEGIBLE FOR THE MOST PART. POSSIBLY 
PERTINENT WORDS INCLUDE, "DISPLACEMENT", 
"TOO LATE", "DECEIVED", [DATA REDACTED], AND 
"SURVIVE" 


[...] Perhaps | was too hard on him. He did a horrible 
thing to her, but does that mean that he deserves the 
things that | had said to him? | know that I'm quick to 
anger and it's now been said. There is no turning back 
from that. It's time for me to go back to him and look him 
in the eyes. | hope that | will be able to see some 


remorse in them. 


[THE FOLLOWING ENTRY WAS NOT WRITTEN BY 
CAPTAIN TRUBAIEV'S HAND] 


Thank you. | love you. 
- Magda 


[ALL FURTHER PAGES ARE BLANK EXCEPT FOR 
THE THIRD FROM THE LAST] 


No remorse. No more entries. If this ends, | don't want to 
remember it. 


Doc-491-5: An anonymous journal discovered underneath rubble 
during the building of a kiosk at Exit Point 2. 


It's becoming insane here. Piotr has become completely 
unreasonable, hiding behind his thugs while Captain 
Trubaiev stands by and does nothing. He tried to 
evacuate us before we were moved. When the airplanes 
started circling faster, he ran in here with his men and 
ordered us out. Even if we couldn't get out of in time, 
he tried to save us while the rest of the Red Army sat by 
and waited for us to disappear. 


He also protected the honour of poor Magda, who had 
already lost her parents when we were moved, after that 
soldier had his way with her. Nobody is proud to say it, 
but we were all happy, the moment that he got what he 
deserved. | only wish he'd died like a dog instead. 


With the curfew and the random searches and the 
dwindling supplies, | don't understand why we are 
staying here in this dying village. Only the Uzbek has any 
sense. He is already getting ready to leave again. Mikhail 
is planning to go with him. They are good friends, even if 
they can't understand a thing the other is saying. He 
even gave the old man his favourite punk rock shirt. 


[FOLLOWING PAGE] 


| have decided to go with the Uzbek. He came from out 
there in the first place. If anyone can show us how to 
survive outside of , he can. | know that more will 
follow us in time. | have already seen other families 
packing their belongings. Let them come. Piotr and his 
militia can starve. 


Doc-491-6: Two messages scratched into the wall of a barricaded 
room. 
You're the last one. Will you taste as good as the mayor? 


| don't know. But you were definitely no suckling pig. 


Doctor Doctor Doctor 


"| told them not to do it," Bright remarked offhandedly, over his 
shoulder. 


"| know you did," Bright replied, sweeping up the debris. It helped 
that he had a couple of extra pairs of hands to get the big chunks 
cleaned up. It also helped that the extra pairs of hands were his. 
Even the old man him was helping out. 


"But they wouldn't listen to me!" Bright continued, poking away at his 
computer. Chat program activated, webcam on, who's messaging... 
Oh, it's Bright, big surprise. He continues the rant, even as he smiles 
at the camera. It's a familiar face, one world reknowned- But of 
course, these days, all faces are known throughout the world. 


Bright leans on his broom, staring at the lovely young him on the 
webcam. "Holy shit. Are we Hugh Jackman?" Bright whaps himself 
upside the head, lightly, and gestures at the debris. "I'm not going to 
get this cleaned up if | don't help!" 


Bright spins in his chair to peer at the screen more intently. "So, 
have to know... How's the down under?" 


"Hung like a freaking Wolverine,” Bright replies, and the other hims 
trade a glance. 


"Is that... a good thing?" He asks, in unison. 


"The best thing." Hugh Bright replies, distracted by something below 
the camera. 


Bright sighs to himself. How can he be like that, at a time like this? 
Well, it is him. Oh, another webcam invitation, this time for the Oval 
Office! How nice. "Hello Bright, you on to look at this too?" 


Bright shakes his head sadly. "I told them, you know | did." "I know 


you did, | was there, | told them too!" "But, now I'm here." "And 
everywhere." "Really everywhere?" "Really. Everywhere. Even the 
communities that were shut off from everyone." "Well, | don't believe 
that." Bright, heavily bearded, with a straw hat, leans over into the 
picture. "Believe it. Fuck turning the other cheek." 


Bright, however, waves it all away. "Why did they have to do it? 
You'd think they'd listen, just once." 


Nodding in agreement, Bright absently cradles the Red Phone. 
"Does anything good EVER come from mixing two SCPs? NO!" 


"And three SCPs just makes it three times as bad!" chimes in the 
Bright in the rafters. Oh, | know we didn't mention him before, but 
someone had to get the lights running. 


Slinking up from the basement, Bright pauses to adjust his girth. It's 
still kind of hard to speak with a forked tongue, but damn it, he will 
do it! "But, five of them! Really, five of them? And they didn't think 
this would happen?" 


Bright sighs, all together, and speaks, in unison with himself. "I told 
them." 


Doctor Ronald Stimson's Personnel File 


Name: Doctor Ronald Stimson 


Security Clearance: Level 2 (In Cases of SCP- , Level 5 Access is 
Permitted) 


Location: Site-19 
Assignment: SCP-_ , Containment and Study 


Status: Missing. 


Profile: Doctor Stimson's history makes him a target for both the 
GOC and MC&D. Under no circumstances is he to be assigned to 
any site in contested territory. Additionally, Doctor Stimson's 
background makes him largely useful as a consult on areas of 
interest, including the psychological effects money or wealth have 
on cognitive decisions and cognitive perceptions of 'worth.' 


History: Ronald Stimson completed his PhDs in Neurochemistry 
and Economics at Cornell University, followed by a brief stint 
working in criminal intelligence for the French government. He was 
originally brought "into the know" by GOC operative 

"Silvermane" . The GOC deemed him unfit for service after his 
unwillingness to execute a Class-Green reality bender, and Dr. 
Stimson was slated for mind-wipe and removal. After fleeing the 
area, Dr. Stimson was located by Marshall, Carter, and Dark, who 
agreed to help him in exchange for his services. 


After learning more about the ‘hidden world' behind things, Dr. 
Stimson quietly made an effort to contact The Foundation, the only 
group with a similar set of goals to his—the preservation of life. Dr. 
Stimson managed to defect thanks to Agent , and after thorough 
screening, was assigned to minor work at Site-32. Following his 
promotion, Doctor Stimson was given exclusive access to SCP- 


Note: Doctor Stimson should not be given any chocolate. He is 
deathly allergic. 


Recovered SCPs: 


¢ SCP-1134 - Memetic Demons 

* SCP-1365 - The Reckoning 

* SCP-694 - From Hell 

¢ SCP-1486 - The Mountain of Madness 

¢ SCP-1998 - The Broken Arcana 

¢ SCP-1857 - The Eternal Fanzine 

¢ SCP-1554 - You don't know what's happening. 

* SCP-H31P - | don't know where | am. Something is wrong. 
¢ SCP-1846 - The Signal 


Other SCPs of Interest: 


* SCP-986 - Contributed Images 

¢ SCP-435 - Helped with Editing 

¢ SCP-113 - Rewritten 

* SCP-882 - Wrote Original Version 
* SCP-002 - Contributed Images 


Documented Accounts: 


¢ The Dregs of Society - A tale about the last remaining 
members of the GOC in a time after the fall of man. 

¢ The Lost Farm - A tale about where the hell am | | don't feel 

anything who is there in the harvest season of his final year. 

Finding Silvermane - Silvermane is at it again, trying to track 

down Stimson and end his involvement. 

¢ The Clerical Error - | don't understand this. What is this? Is 
this an effect of SCP- ? 

¢ You're Not Even Real - This isn't how it's supposed to be. 
What is this? Why does it feel like this? 

« Someone Please Help Me - This can't be it. This can't be all 
of it. 

¢ Metaphrasis - Learning a harsh lesson, Stimson is dragged 


back to MC&D kicking and screaming. 


This Information is Classified Level 5 


Notes on the Disappearance of Ronald Stimson: 


Ronald Stimson vanished sometime the afternoon of 23 
October 2011. He was last seen entering his office with 
SCP-_ . Dr. Stimson's current assignment is believed to 
have triggered an event which removed him from our 
reality. 


Over time, it has come to the attention of the O5 Council 
that many of Dr. Stimson's previous assignments have 
gone missing.2 For some reason, these files have simply 
gone missing at the root directory.3 Other reports have 
gone missing as well. 


The entire collection of legacy information concerning 
GOC Operative "Silvermane"4 and the MC&D 
information which Dr. Stimson recovered for us has also 
been removed. Currently, we suspect several different 
aggressors, MC&D and the GOC among them. 
Currently, though, no information is known. 


Currently, it is believed that Dr. Stimson's consciousness 
exists in some way®, but the current level of information 
we have’ is extremely limited.8 


Additional operatives are being assigned to determine 
the full extent of the "Uunexistance” of Dr. Stimson's 
information9, but it appears!° that even now, more and 
more people are forgetting that Dr. Stimson even 
existed.!1 


It is theorized that, eventually, even this file will cease to 
exist and all record of Ronald Stimson will be removed. !2 


File Closed. 


Footnotes 

1. That isn't right. That isn't right at all... 

2. No. No, | Know them. | remember it all. Why doesn't anyone 
understand? | have all the information. 

3. They... They were... deleted. 

4. | told you that his name was Daniel Croft 

5. You don't understand. They didn't like it. They just... decided that 
it didn't happen. They didn't like it, and now, it's not there anymore! 
6. I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU! 

7. I'M RIGHT HERE! RIGHT HERE! 

8. I'm a fucking PhD. They told me that | wasn't being scientific... 
They wouldn't know science if it bit them in the ass... 

9. They did something. They downvoted it, then they went in and... | 
created so much. 

10. They said | didn't age well... 

11. What? 

12. No... 


SCP-829 has received recently: 


¢ If SCP-829 has received no blood recently, the subject feels 
more seductive and acts more flirtatiously, and develops a 
compulsion to prick herself and add her blood to SCP-829’s 
bottle. 
If SCP-829 has received at least a drop of blood recently, the 
above effects are amplified, and the subject’s fingernails 
evoke a pleasurable sensation in others when touched to their 
skin. All of these effects get stronger as more blood is given to 
SCP-829, though a certain percentage of people (at least 
15%) are especially persuadable by fingernail contact no 
matter how much blood has been given. 
¢ When SCP-829 has received enough blood, the subject can 
make her fingernails sharp enough to shred standard fabrics, 
gouge wood, and easily slice through flesh, although they 
have little effect on materials of Vickers hardness greater than 
120. 


Subjects affected by SCP-829 follow the same general pattern of 
behavior: on initial application, the subject will invariably prick herself 
and “feed” a bit of her blood to SCP-829. Once SCP-829 has been 
reapplied, the subject will initiate a sexual relationship with another 
person (the “target”). As the relationship develops, the subject will 
introduce bondage and domination into the relationship, with herself 
in the dominant role. The subject will also start to scratch the target 
with her fingernails and draw blood, some of which the subject feeds 
to SCP-829. The target generally derives pleasure from these 
scratches. 


After a variable length of time (most often six to twelve weeks), the 
subject will restrain the target to a wall or table. The encounter will 
begin as usual, but the subject will use her fingernails to slowly and 
systematically eviscerate the target, while trying to keep the target 
alive as long as possible. The target will initially continue to derive 
pleasure from the touch of the subject’s fingernails, until the pain 
and trauma inflicted by the subject on the target overwhelms the 
pleasure the target has derived from the encounter. The subject will 
collect a large amount of the target’s blood in SCP-829’s bottle, 
often more than should fit. Shortly after the target expires, the 


Document #01 7-1 


Site-12, Monday Morning. 4:00. January 11th, 2025. 
Containment area of SCP-5200