Nearly the same second Navarro pulled the trigger, Jericho turned 
where he stood and held out his gloved hand. The bullets stopped 
inches in front of his palm and then fell harmlessly to the floor. 

Jericho then clenched his fist, causing the pistol to be yanked from 


Navarro’s hand. The weapon skittered across the floor, stopping at 
the base of a large metal sculpture. 


Navarro lost no time. He immediately pulled a small knife out of his 
jacket pocket and made a small cut on his left hand. Charging 
forward from his hiding place, Navarro made a series of gestures, 
accompanied by unintelligible speech. The room filled with a flash of 
light, as a pillar of brilliant blue fire emerged from the floor, Jericho 
barley managing to roll out of the way of the blaze. 


Continuing his chant, Navarro made two more cuts into his arm, 
sending up two more pillars of flames, one after the other. As before, 
Jericho managed to roll away from the danger, and made a claw 
with his gloved hand. A great force yanked Navarro’s pocket knife 
out of his hand and sent it flying into the ceiling. 


“You fucking snake!” Jericho shouted, and held up his gloved hand. 
Ten steel rebar poles moved from a storage rack behind him and 
hovered in the air, the tips sharpening to fine points. 


“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Navarro mumbled to himself as he began 
to dash for cover. He looked back long enough to see Jericho point 
with the index finger of his gloved hand. The rebar poles began to 
sail through the air. Navarro ducked under the first, watching it sail 
and stick into the far wall. The second and third collided with the 
ground immediately behind him. Navarro jumped over the fourth, 
and then slid behind the base of a large marble statue of a woman. 
The statue violently shook as the remaining poles slammed into it. 
Navarro let out a heavy sigh of relief. 


The sound of someone running caused Navarro’s attention to switch 
from his own well-being back to Jericho, who was making a break 
for the exit. Jumping to his feet Navarro blindly charged towards the 
door, gaining speed as he prepared to intercept his target. Being the 
quicker of the two men, Navarro tackled Jericho to the ground. The 
anartist landed face first on the pavement and slid a foot before 
coming to a stop. 


“Just... die... already!” Navarro shouted as he pulled Jericho’s head 
back by his short hair and slammed his face into the ground 
repeatedly, continuing this for several hits before Jericho elbowed 


Navarro in the gut. Jericho took advantage of Navarro’s pause, and 
knocked the agent off him. 


Jericho got to his feet, and proceeded to deliver three kicks 
Navarro’s side before finishing with a sharp punt to the agent’s face. 
He then steadied and then raised his gloved hand. A rebar pole flew 
into his grip and flattened into a thin blade. Jericho raised the blade 
for the kill. 


“You look ridiculous, Jericho,” Navarro mumbled as he looked at his 
foe. He then spit up a tooth. “The blood stains really clash with the 
scorch marks.” 


Jericho shook his head as he chuckled and began the downward 
swing of the strike. At the same time, Navarro made a swift kick at 
Jericho’s legs, sweeping them out from beneath him. Jericho 
released the blade as he fell backwards, Navarro catching it as he 
got to his feet. Without another moment lost, he delivered a single 
cut. Jericho let out a bloodcurdling scream of pain upon hitting the 
ground. His gaze focused on the stump at the end of his wrist where 
his right hand used to be. 


“What a fine predicament we find ourselves in, old friend!” Navarro 
shouted over Jericho’s screams. He stabbed the blade into Jericho’s 
right leg, and then the left. Navarro tossed the blade aside and 
quietly retrieved his gun. 


“You know,” he continued as he inspected the weapon and began to 
slowly walk back, “originally | had just planned on killing you, since it 
would be very hard to incapacitate you with that glove on your 
hand.” Navarro kicked the severed hand away, and watched as it 
rolled across the floor. He then pinned Jericho with one foot, and 
pointed the firearm at Jericho’s head. “However, | just thought of a 
better plan.” 


With his free hand he pulled out a phone and made a call. 


“Hey, Merlo,” said Navarro, “You have that address | texted you 
earlier, yeah? Get a few of your guys down here; | have someone 
Holman would want to meet. Hurry up; he’s kind of starting to bleed 
out.” 


Navarro hung up the phone and slipped it back into his jacket 
pocket. 


“What the fuck are you doing,” Jericho managed to say between 
cries of pain. 


“Giving you to the Foundation,” Navarro cruelly smiled. “Who knows, 
if you're lucky they might offer you the same deal they offered me.” 


Navarro’s smile twisted into a sneer. 


“We’ll see how fucking noble you are then.” 


Agent Navarro yet again sat in the office of Site Director Edgar 
Holman. His superior rubbed his temple with his right hand as he 
looked over the hastily created report Navarro had made for 
Jericho’s apprehension. 


“So, let me get this straight,” Holman said with a frustrated sigh, 
“You knew someone who could have helped you set up an ambush 
for Hill this entire time, and you only now used this knowledge to 
your advantage?” 


“| didn’t know of the Herring’s connection to him until after the 
Templar incident,” Navarro shrugged. “Even then, | only wanted to 
use it as a last resort.” 


“Five dead Foundation contacts certainly fits that bill,” Holman 
snapped. 


He then spun around in his chair and starred at the far wall of his 
office. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. 


“| still remember when they first brought you here in 2004...” 
“Fond memories?” 


“Hardly,” Holman replied. “Sometimes | wonder if maybe it would 
have been better to just amnesticize you after that raid on your 
apartment.” 


Navarro gave a small, regretful smile. 
“You and me both.” 


Without another word, Navarro was dismissed. Agent Merlo was 
waiting for him outside. 


“You know, for a smart man you sure are a dumbass,” she said. 
“What the hell were you thinking?” 


“| can’t say that | really was, to be honest. Besides, it wouldn’t have 
worked any other way,” Navarro replied. “Jericho won weeks ago.” 


“What do you mean?” Merlo frowned. 


“They've decided to remove me from active field duty. I’m to be 
stationed at Site-19 and help with any new anart that gets dragged 
through. Unauthorized was the only way this got done.” 


“So this was all revenge then?” 

“’m not going to pretend that it was anything grander.” 

“Fuck, Dan,” Merlo sighed. “That makes you no better than Jericho.” 
Navarro gave a small amused chuckle. 

“| suppose it doesn’t.” 

The two remained silent as they approached the elevators. 


“| can talk to Holman,” Merlo eventually broke the silence. “We might 
be able to get you transferred to Site-64...” 


Navarro held up his hand to interrupt. 


“It's fine,” he said. “I think | could use the time alone. I’m not due at 
Site-19 for a few weeks. | think maybe it would be best if | 
disappeared for a while. Pop back up when I’m a little less toxic.” 


Merlo gave a small apprehensive nod. 


“So this is it then?” 


“Looks like it.” 
“What are you going to do now?” 


Navarro paused before giving a halfhearted shrug. He slowly 
entered the elevator and turned to face his friend. 


“| don’t know. Maybe Disneyland?” he replied, and allowed the doors 
to close. 


«Part Four: The Templar Incident | Hub | END» 


Canon Hub 


The idea that there is no canon is a bit silly at times. It's not that we 
don't have any. It's that we have a multitude which touch, cross, and 
dip into each other. It's up to you, as the reader, to decide what you 
believe and what you embrace as the heart of the universe. That 
doesn't mean, though, that authors lack intent or design, and 
collaboration is the heart of innovation. 


Collected below are links to the recognized, shared canons of the 
SCP Foundation Universe. To write in one, you should make sure 
that you read the other material from that canon and try to 
remember that these things are connected. If you're interested in 
forming your own canon, read the information at the bottom of the 
page. 


Unfounded 
We've always assumed the SCP Foundation was a necessary evil. 


But what if it wasn't? 


When they've finished their brief conversation, Tang raises her 
forefinger to the anomaly, and right through the hole between 
worlds, the two scientists touch hands. 


From the Gateway Contact Center in Terre Haute, I'm Stephen 
Fleischer. This is NPR. 


From "All Things Considered” by Photosynthetic 


Doctors of the Church 


Six hundred years ago, the world ended. Today, only one group 
protects the secrets of the ancient world until a time when they can 
be understood again; the priests of the Holy Foundation. 


"Saint Gears, please guide me in my time of need as you guided the 
Holy Foundation during the Great Breach. 

Bequeath unto me the knowledge to discover that which is false. 
Grant unto me the ability to separate logic from falsity. 

Allow me to grasp but a portion of the knowledge you once had." 


From "Quid Est Non Scitum" by Jekeled 


The Antarctic Exchange 


The Antarctic Exchange is a canon which focuses on the lives and 
relationships of the researchers from the Third Antarctic Empire 
during their time at the Foundation. 


It was enough that everyone looked and acted so different; still he 
stood out so much that sometimes the people here would turn away, 
would whisper to themselves about him, his companions, their tasks, 
their work. Antarctica. Empire. Emissaries. Secrets. Antarctica. He 
could both hear and understand them, but he wasn’t sure if he 
should let them know. 


From "Impressions" by Zyn 


Only Game In Town 


At the edge of the mind lurks something that prays for the death of 
definition. It has been on the retreat for some time now, as the world 
has become a knowable, mapped place, no longer brimming with 
demons. Watch for it where knowledge lies, seeking to unmake 
everything known. 


The word was carved into a rock. The man stood above it and, in the 
bottom of his mind, felt something stir. He did not know that he had 
just changed the course of all worlds, but he could feel something 
was different. The world had become a bit more orderly. 


From "The Tale of the Library" by Rumetzen 


Competitive Eschatology 


The end of the world is here. But it's not just one end of the world. 
It's all of ends of the world happening at once, competing with each 
other, with the Foundation - and humanity - in the middle. 


"What did you do? What is it? What did you unlock?" She could feel 
something vibrating in the back of her brain. Her eyes kept being 
drawn to the lock. It looked exactly the same, visually, but it was 
also incredibly different. "What's Apakht?" 


"It's the End," the Harbinger said. The fabric of reality began to 
unfold before their eyes. 


From "Apakht" by thedeadlymoose 


Broken Masquerade 


What was hidden now is seen. How will the Foundation survive ina 
world where secrecy is no longer an option? 


"...day five of the rescue effort, and more bodies are being 
recovered from the ocean. Initial estimates put the death toll in the 
million range, with increases occurring constantly. The UN released 
a statement about the recent North Korean Incident, claiming that 
they believed it was 'an act of nature’. The recent leak of classified 
documents from the Japanese Diet pointing towards a theft from 
what is referred to as ‘The Foundation’ suggests a different story..." 


From "Joseon" by Doc Burns 


The Coldest War 


As the clash of communist and capitalist envelopes the world, the 
most covert organization on earth sinks deeper into hiding. What 
does it take to stay neutral in the face of governments who see the 
anomalous as just another means of escalation? How do agents 


Articles 600-699 


react when loyalty to party clashes with duty to humanity? And just 
where should the Foundation go to escape a global war? 


My beloved Dorothy, 


There is a whole new war here, a new type of war, industrial and 
implacable. The American war machine has become 
unrecognizable. 


Out in the jungle bear-clawed women hunt the Viet Cong through 
their own tunnels for hours before emerging. Airborne commandos 
on interdiction patrols carry weapons which calcify their targets in 
the blink of an eye. Villages suspected of sheltering the enemy are 
plastered in napalm that collects itself into a moving mass of fire and 
waits for survivors to emerge from cover before flaring back into 
life... 


From "They Will Leave Us With a Shaken Earth" by Vezaz 


The Man Who Wasn't There 


The being known as Nobody is akin to a force of nature: his actions 
are unpredictable and his methods unclear. His purpose and true 
identity are a mystery to all, including himself. But when they are 
achieved, he will vanish. This has already happened at least once. 


He paused and stared briefly at his own face in the mirror, trying to 
remember if anything about it looked familiar. Again, and as always, 
nothing was. He sighed. "Well, it doesn't pay to wonder. Off to work | 
go.” He straightened his jacket one last time, solemnly tipped his hat 
to the empty room, and stepped through the doorway. 


From "Prelude: A Terminus" by Drewbear 


The Old Man in the Sea 


The Old Man in the Sea is a series of stories focusing on a race of 
space-faring biological arks, and the effects they have on the 


universe- such as those that one in particular, SCP-169, has on 
Earth. 


Eventually, | will expire. That great impact shortens our lifespan, and 
the growth of a civilization within us does nothing to alleviate this. 
Eventually, those creatures within me will find an exit. Everything will 
change. 


From "Eden" by Snowshoe 


Rat's Nest 


Rat's Nest is set in a universe where reality is falling apart due to the 
absence of LTE 0913, an energy being that had perpetuated our 
reality up until its destruction. 


Friendship and spirit did nothing to prevent this. Their ideals, 
aspirations, and the hearts that birthed them could not produce the 
strength they needed. Respect and duty had long fell to the wayside, 
far from the binding contracts that they were thought to be. In the 
end, nothing they really believed in could’ve saved them... 


From "Senescence, Consumption, Persecution" by 
SoullessSingularity 


Bellerverse 


Thousands of years after the end of the world, humanity has to deal 
with the remnants of the SCP Foundation's unfinished work. 


If anyone could get you from one city to another, it was him (extra if 
he'd been outcast by the locals). If you wanted a relic from the old 
places, he knew where you could buy it, or, if the price was right, 
he'd fetch you one himself. The waterskin at his side was empty. 
Water was plentiful in the Waste, and it was one less thing to weigh 
him down. The real problem was food. Nothing grew in the waste. 
There were occasional birds and animals crossing the damp sands, 


but no trees or grasses of any sort. 
The Beller knew the Waste well. 


From "The List Of Wonders" by DrEverettMann 


Codename: Green King 


Josephine, a powerful reality bender, has been evading the 
Foundation using a combination of stealth and covert warfare, 
including memory manipulation on a wide scale. But deep within the 
Foundation, a small cadre works to capture her... if possible. 


The next few moments were forever etched into Caleb’s memory. 
He heard the snap as the rope broke, and saw the little girl on her 
knees directly below it. He tried to call out to her, but even in that 

instant, he knew it wouldn’t do any good. He saw the crate falling, 
faster and faster, getting ever closer to the girl’s head... 


... and then it wasn't.