When killed during Procedure 07-Frazer, SCP-076-B's body is 
absorbed by the soil. Within the next seven days, SCP-076-B's body 
will begin to manifest inside the cask of soil at the center of 
SCP-076-A. It remains quiescent until the summer solstice, at which 
point it emerges from the cask. 


If SCP-076-B is not killed, severe changes to the global climate will 
occur. The exact methodology varies, but they always cause a 
cooling effect on the Northern Hemisphere. Records are somewhat 
unreliable, but the last time Procedure 07-Frazer failed was in 1882. 
This precipitated [DATA EXPUNGED}], which did not return to 
normal until 1888. 


Attempts to kill SCP-076-B through long range firearms or precision 
bombing have been attempted, but have produced no effect. After 
Foundation meteorologists detected a correlation between damage 
sustained by SCP-076-A from explosive ordnance and perturbations 
in global weather patterns (notably in 1951 and 1979), all such 
attempts have been cancelled. 


Foundation strategy will focus on the use of highly-trained 
operatives and the use of weaponry designed to be more difficult for 
or unfamiliar to SCP-076-B. Examples include firearms with 
misaligned barrel, canes concealing blades, and unconventional 


trigger mechanisms. Agents prepared to act as participants will train 
extensively with these weapons so that they will not be ata 
disadvantage in using them. This strategy has reduced participant 
fatalities from ten per year in 1890 (when the Foundation took 
responsibility for Procedure 07-Frazer) to one every three years by 
2010. 


SCP-076 was previously held by a number of different 
organizations, including the Government of France, the Roman 
Catholic Church, a string of local nobility, and various Gaulish tribes. 
In 1890, the Foundation was given primary responsibility for 
containing the anomaly and enacting Procedure 07-Frazer. 


Note: The Horizon Initiative undertakes containment of a similar 
entity contained in , Argentina. Foundation Intelligence reports 
that enacting the proper procedures "holds back the seas." As there 
is currently no data on the failure rate of these procedures, it is 
difficult to determine what this means. So far, all that is known is that 
this subject has the features of the indigenous people and is 
apparently cooperative. Attempts to gain further information from the 
Horizon Initiative have met with strong resistance. 


Procedure 07-Frazer 


Personnel required: One administrative overseer (the Celebrant), 40 
agents trained in the current year's armament (Candidates), and 
SCP-076-B (the Sacrifice). 


Preparations: Weaponry must be designed and produced that 
creates an increase in difficulty or else advantages that are not 
immediately useful. Examples include firearms with barrels that fire 
far to the left or the right, canes that contain concealed blades, or 
unconventional trigger mechanisms. The goal is a weapon that, with 
training, presents minimal disadvantages while withholding any 
advantages from the Sacrifice. Weaponry will be continually 
designed and tested by the engineering department at Foundation 
Europe Headquarters (EUHQ). At least four separate weapons will 
be available for Procedure 07-Frazer. 


Procedure 07-Frazer becomes possible during the night of the 


Winter Solstice. Thirty minutes before sunset, all persons aside from 
SCP-076-B will be compelled to leave the area encompassed by the 
stone circle of SCP-076-A. Candidates must be in place with all 
equipment at least six hours prior to this time. Weaponry will be held 
in hard cases to ensure the Sacrifice does not gain any familiarity 
with the weaponry prior to Procedure 07-Frazer. 


The celebrant will take a place ten meters outside of SCP-076, 
seated in a chair on a raised platform. When the sun is no longer 
visible above the horizon, the celebrant will say the phrase, "Who 
will bring the sun back?" The first Candidate will approach the 
Celebrant, and respond, "! will end the winter." The celebrant will 
say, "Enter the circle, spill the blood. Let the season turn." It does 
not matter which language is spoken, so long as key meanings are 
expressed. 


At this point, it is common for the Sacrifice to begin screaming 
insults and threats. Personnel should ignore this. 


Once the key phrases have been exchanged, the first Candidate is 
now the Participant, and can enter the circle. As the Participant 
enters the circle, a copy of his or her armament will manifest near 
the Sacrifice. 


The Participant must attempt to kill the Sacrifice. Once the Sacrifice 
is killed, a wooden blade will manifest from the nearest tree. The 
Participant must use this knife to cut the throat of the Sacrifice. Once 
this is done, the body of the Sacrifice will sink into the ground, and 
the Procedure is complete. 


If the first Participant does not succeed, further Candidates will 
continue until the Sacrifice has been killed. 


"How's it look?” Technician Knoebel asked, patting the drone. 


"Like it belongs on an assembly line," said Major Guerin, raising his 
eyebrow skeptically. The robot looked like a box, about five feet tall, 
with several arms and cameras sticking out. A pair of guns were 
mounted on the front, but they had obviously been an afterthought to 
the design. 


"Well," Knoebel said with a sniff, "It's meant to be practical, not 
pretty." He kicked one of the large, ribbed wheels affectionately. "It 
was designed for bomb disposal, but with our modifications, it's 
going to have no problem taking out the target." 


"Well, that's the hope," Dr. Mercier said. "We don't know if this will 
affect the target. Previous attempts to kill the target from outside 
SCP-076-A have been less than successful." 


"Well, this time we'll have the weapon right there. And no one will be 
put at risk." With a satisfied smile, Knoebel began setting up the rest 
of his equipment. 


"It's getting close to time, Doctor," one of the guards said. "If you will 
follow me, the chair is ready." 


"Yes, yes," Mercier said. "I'm coming. | have done this before, you 
know." The old scientist left the trailer. 


"He might as well not even go," Knoebel said. "I tell you, this will 
work. And no more need for silly rituals and nonsense." 


"So you say," the Major said. "So you say. Still... We'll keep the 
Candidates stationed outside." 


Knoebel continued to fit connections, and abruptly, the robot began 
its boot-up sequence. Once all lights were green, the technician 
grinned, and opened the door to the back of the trailer. "Don't go 
anywhere, Major. This is the best seat in the house." 


"Oh, don't worry. | don't intend to go anywhere." He lit a cigarette, 
and sit on one of the plastic cases the equipment had been stored 
in. 


Knoebel sat at the controls and guided the robot down the ramp. It 
moved smoothly over the path they had prepared earlier. The audio- 
pick-ups gave an echo of the threats coming from the stone circle. 
Some were in French. Some weren't. Knoebel smiled. Empty 
promises. 


The robot soon came to the edge of the circle. It stopped. Knoebel 
frowned. "Dammit, | will kill that bastard. | will not let this mystic 


nonsense freeze the world." Suddenly, the robot veered forward 
again. "Hah. Just lost link for a second, | imagine. It's working now.’ 


The major frowned, but said nothing, taking a deep drag on his 
cigarette. 


"Now, let's see where he's hiding." Knoebel once again guided it 
forward, playing with the controls with all the joy of a child with a 
new toy. 


There was a glimpse of movement, and the robot moved forward. 
Knoebel's hands twitched to the gun controls, but he held off for the 
moment. He needed to make sure he had a clear target. No sense 
in warning it too soon. 


They moved past a tall, thick oak, and there was the man, his skin 
dyed with blue patterns. He was sitting at an odd pile of rocks and 
flowers, it looked like, and something else... But before Guerin could 
get a closer look, Knoebel opened fire. 


The sacrifice jumped away from the gunfire, diving into the bushes. 
The robot moved forward, following, trying to track the man. 


"I'll get him, don't worry. As expected, he doesn't have any weapons 
of his own." Knoebel's fingers danced over the controls. He hada 
hungry look on his face, eager for the kill. 


"We'll see," the major said, his voice neutral. 


The was movement, and the robot fired again. "Come on," Knoebel 
said. "You're only delaying the inevitable." 


There was a snap of branches, and Knoebel turned the robot around 
again, just in time to see the Sacrifice jumping on top of the machine 
with a rock in hand. There was a pounding, cracking sound. Knoebel 
tried to move the guns into position, but they weren't designed to 
point at the robot itself. "No, no, no!" he yelled in frustration. 


"No weapons?" the major said, raising an eyebrow. 


"Dammit. | think he's broken the receiver. | can't... No, it can't 
move." He grimaced in frustration. 


The major picked up his radio. "Doctor, the machine has failed. 
Send in the first Candidate." 


"Still, the principle is sound," Knoebel said. "Next year, we'll have a 
much better machine. Protected from crude attacks. He won't get 
away with that twice!" He glared at the video feed, still live. 


The major looked as well. The Sacrifice had returned to the pile of 
rocks and flowers. Now he could see that, despite the time of the 
year, the whole thing was swarming with bees. And... There was 
something rising into the air. It looked like water. Yes, water, forming 
into a squarish shape, floating in front of the sacrifice. 


There was a hiss and the doctor's tinny voice came over the little 
radio. "Major? The Candidate can't enter. There's something wrong." 


"Hmm." The major looked more closely at the square of water. 
There was an image forming there. Like a crystal ball, or... 


There was a sound outside the trailer. A tearing, grinding sound. A 
dark shape was rising from the ground. 


On the screen, he could see a slightly out of focus image of a truck 
trailer, a ramp extending from its back. 


"Uh-oh," Knoebel said. 


The major flipped a switch, and the exterior lights came on, and he 
was able to get a good look at the thing. 


It was roughly the shape of the robot. It had the same overall blocky 
shape, but it was made of stone and wood. He could see where it 
had ripped its way free of the ground, just about as far from the 
trailer as... As the sacrifice's position was from the edge of the ring. 
But instead of moving along on treads, this thing had a dozen small 
feet, like those of a deer, though made of stone. 


"What's happening?" Knoebel said. "How is he doing this?" 


"Ah. So he does have a weapon after all. Besides the rock, of 
course," the major said, spitting out his cigarette. 


It was moving clumsily, and on the screen, he could see the sacrifice 
biting his lip as he tried to figure out the controls. He was moving 
bees from one place to another, interrupting paths, and it seemed to 
affect how the construct moved. He set a bee on a flower, and long 
wooden tubes expanded from the central body. 


"Those aren't... They can't be..." Knoebel stammered. 


"| rather think they are," said the major. He slowly pulled out his 
sidearm. 


"He-he doesn't know how to fire, though," Knoebel said. "He can't 
really hurt us, yes?" 


The Sacrifice moved a flower as though it were a switch, and with a 
sharp crack, one of the tubes flashed, and a hole appeared in a 
plastic case. 


"It would appear he can," said the major. 


"Then shoot it! Shoot it before he kills us!" Knoebel was scrambling 
behind his equipment, trying to put something, anything between 
himself and the ersatz robot. 


"| think not," Guerin said. He took careful aim, and shot the 
technician in the middle of his forehead. The construct collapsed, its 
legs giving way. Parts fell off of it, and it became still again. The 
major turned on his radio. "Doctor, | think you will find you can send 
them in again. | recommend you do so now." 


He set down the radio, sat once again on the case, and unhurriedly 
lit another cigarette. It was a shame about Knoebel, but the contest 
couldn't be allowed to end in a draw. Sacrifices must be made. 


+ Report on the "Summer King" of Paimpont Forest 


In 1794, our Government took over full control of the 
stone circle in Paimpont Forest that keeps the man 
known as the Summer King imprisoned. Since then, a 
small portion of the government's funds and resources 
have gone towards the "ritual" intended to keep the sun 


rising. This involves pitting men in duels against him until 
he is dead. Though barbaric, it has been considered 
necessary, based on the legends that surround him. 


According to the reports the church had written, the 
man's death is a surety to God of humanity's faith, and 
the price of winter's ending. The other obvious 
supernatural attributes of the Summer King were 
considered sufficient evidence of this claim. 


However, there is no evidence that this is actually the 
case. Given the severe expense, in both materials and 
persons, it is the recommendation of Ministry of the 
Unknown that this barbaric practice be halted, at least for 
One trial year. 


+ The Pagan of Brocéliande 


The man simply referred to as the Pagan is well named. 
Covered in primitive tattoos, he speaks in a vulgar 
tongue, and says many blasphemous things. Surely he is 
the clearest relic of this country's heathen roots, before 
the church brought light. 


It was in the 11th century when the nearby Monastery of 
Saint Cyprian of Anthioch took control of the circle froma 
cult of pagans who had kept themselves hidden from the 
eyes of the church. Though there was great debate 
among them, it was ultimately decided to continue the 
sacrifices, a decision that we affirm today. 


God in heaven has asked us to reject, again and again, 
our selfish and satanic desire to turn from him for worldly 
power, and instead bask in his light. By killing the Pagan, 
we reject again the sins of our ancestors, and thus does 
he bring the warmth of the sun to us again. The times 
this duty has lapsed serve as constant reminders of the 
importance of this holy task. 


There has been debate in Rome over the truth of our 
claims. | invite any man of Rome to come on a night 


other than the solstice, and attempt to drive steel into the 
man. No blade will harm him, no prayer will banish him. 
Attempts to drive his spirit away from this place have 
failed. Holy and good men have tried, but on no night but 
the solstice can he be harmed. There is no power 
greater than God's, so it must be God's will that he 
remain here, and that his death be ordained year after 
year. 


| make this report to ask again for more men of faith to 
come and test themselves against him. Our work is as 
vital to the safety of the church as any elsewhere in 
Christendom. Surely any man who dies here finds 
himself in His arms in heaven. 


By my hand, Bishop Geraud III 
+ The Wild Man 


Be brave, my son. He is a great warrior, but you can still 
defeat him. You have trained for this for all your life. You 
are stronger than he, and taller by a head. He is skilled, 
but lesser men than you have killed him. 


Wear the armor we have bought for you. Best armor 
from Rome, you have learned to wear it as a second 
skin. 


Take the spear we have carved for you. The head is 
finest bronze. Its length is known to you. We change it 
from year to year, so he is never quite sure. Be quick 
with it, so he may never learn too fast. 


Take my blessing, my son. In my youth, | stood where 
you do. Three times | bested him, more than any other 
man, before he took my hand on the third time. 


Spill his blood to the ground, and the gods will give us 
back the sun. 


+ The Sun's Child