SCP-2956-2: | keep having this recurring 
dream, and it's not good. | knowit's not from 
Ivan, it's from my own conscious. It's a jumble 
of images, flattened reality against some 
television-like static. It starts to take shape into 
an image | can see. The main thing | 
remember is this room, with a pedestal in the 
middle. There's pictures of submarines, dials, 
cogs, clockwork covering the walls. Some cars 
and other machinery as well. There's other 


people in the room, but | can't quite see there 
faces. The pedestal is, weird... like there 
should be something there but there isn't. | 
think I'm starting to remember what they did to 
me when | was unconscious, when they 
operated on me. They put something inside of 
me. | don't know. Fuck, I'm just rambling. 


Dr Froon: Okay. That's okay, we can get it 
written up. Do you need to spend some time 
inside a reduction chamber? 


SCP-2956-2: And | remember something else, 
as well. Each person was standing under their 
painting. A man under a car, a man under a 
building with fire coming out of it. My brother 
was there, standing under a painting of a 
submarine. Fuck, it's coming back clearly. | 
was standing at the center. Right next to that 
pedestal and a crib. Why was there a crib 
there? 


Dr Froon: This is probably just a psychotic 
episode taking place. We can- 


SCP-2956-2: But do you know what was the 
worst about it? The crib was empty, when it 
shouldn't of been, just like the pedestal. That 
fucking pedestal. | think we can find this room, 
Doctor. It's not just in my head because I've 
seen it. With my own eyes. They took me 
there! 


Dr Froon: Peter, I'm going to be filing a 
medical report, based on what you're saying. 
We might be able to do something about Ivan, 
and stop this from happening. 


SCP-2956-2: There was a gynecologist room 
right next to my operation theater, where they 
worked on me. Officials, politburo, everyone 


moving in and out, taking paperwork. 
documents with pictures of Ivan in them. 
Pictures of a submarine. The room seemed 
too important to be missed. Oh god. Oh god 
no Doctor- 


Dr Froom: Peter, you're sweating. You're 
hunched over and look like you're about to 
vomit. If you take some medication, and spend 
some time in the reduction chamber, you might 
feel better. What do you think? 


SCP-2956-2 stares at the floor. 
Dr Froon: Peter? 
SCP-2956-2: Doctor, are you pregnant? 


Note - Dr Froon was 2 months pregnant at the 
time of this interview, which was not apparent 
to an average observer. 


Dr Froon: (Glances towards the observation 
window) Why would you think that, Peter? 


SCP-2956-2 remains unresponsive. 


<END LOG> 


DEPARTMENT OF 
TELEPATHY AND 
PSYCHOLOGICAL 
COMMUNICATION 


SCP-2956 - COUNCIL EYES 


ONLY 


MESSAGE SENT TO SITE COMMAND 


Interim Director Chaim Hughes 


Message received by Site Administration on 
[REDACTED] 


To: chaimbsitecommand@fndintra.scp 
From: froonk@fndintra.scp 
Re: SCP-2956-2 


We also have reason to believe that these 
hallucinations may not be entirely native to 
the consciousness of SCP-2956-2, but 
instead may be incorporeal in nature, 
possibly in the form of Class 8 projections 
or coming directly from SCP-2956-1. 
Today SCP-2956-2 reported seeing 
upwards of sixty (60) different humanoids 
inside the cuboid containment chamber, 
identified (by SCP-2956-2) as multiple 
members of the Red Army Choir, all of 
which were reported to have played a 
variety of songs for upwards of 5 hours. 
Guards on site reported hearing faint 
orchestral music emanating from the 
containment chamber, and a quick medical 
analysis concluded that SCP-2956-2 had 
experienced ear drum damage in both ears 
as well as multiple lacerations on the lower 
abdomen and abrasions to the neck. 
SCP-2956-2 claimed that the humanoids in 
the hallucination stopped mid song and 
began to attack him in a variety of ways 
including, but not limited to: stabbings with 
flutes, bludegonings with brass instruments 


and attempts to strangle SCP-2956-2 with 
violin strings, followed shortly by engaging 
[REDACTED] as a group. CCTV from the 
chamber showed SCP-2956-2 physically 
recoiling during the event, although no 
humanoids were witnessed on camera. 


Shortly afterwards, a series of Cyrillic 
written sentences, written in charcoal, 
manifested without warning on the eastern 
wall, reading the following: 


IF YOUR (sic) LOCKED UP 

AND I'M A SUBMARINE 

WE'EL (sic) ALWAYS HAVE EACH 
OTHER 

DON'T TRUST THEM 

| DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT YOU 


After this, SCP-2956-2 broke down crying, 
and has since failed to respond to all 
external stimuli, but is still conscious. We 
give him a couple of days, at most, before 
he collapses from exhaustion. | implore 
you to alert Faithfull and O5 command 
immediately. 


Dr Karen Froon, Department of Telepathy 
and Psychological Communication, Site-77 


After this point, SCP-2956 was considered a Level "Red" threat to 
humanity, and preparations were made to neutralize the anomaly as 
soon as possible, due to the presence of SLBMs aboard SCP-2956. 
After authorization from O5 Command, SCPF Faithfull and a group 
of other Foundation ships were sent to the last known location of 
SCP-2956. The plan involved making radio contact with 
SCP-2956-1, to give time for the crew of the Faithfull to destroy 
SCP-2956. A 100kt nuclear warhead was re purposed from Armed 
Area- , along with a bathyscaphe (Previously Bathyscaphe ) 


Dr Vasily, aboard the Faithful, attempted to make contact with 
SCP-2956-1 during its voyage from the Bering Strait. SCP-2956 
headed directly south, before turning west at the th Parallel and 
heading past Papua New Guinea. A flotilla of Foundation vessels 
were assembled from the Andaman Islands in an attempt to corner 
SCP-2956 against the coastline of Australia. However, SCP-2956 
slipped through, before descending rapidly down the Java Trench. 
The vessels then entered formation, with Faithfull, Turgenev and 
Dominica forming the forward echelon during the incursion. 


+ //fileserv:/S:/operation_dostoevsky's_phalanx [ ] 


On / / , SCP-2956 dived down towards the bottom of 
the Java Trench in what appeared to be an attempt at 
evasion from the Foundation flotilla above. During this 
time, SCPF Faithfull attempted to make contact with 
SCP-2956 via utilizing the same frequency as the radio 
signals being broadcast from SCP-2956. SCPF Faithfull, 
and a handful of other Foundation vessels were 
positioned at the surface at the eastern end of the Java 
Trench, exactly above the site of SCP-2956. At 14:50, 
successful contact was made, headed by Dr Emilia 
Vasily. 


14:50 At the point of first successful contact, 
the team aboard the Faithfull were given the 
go ahead, and the warhead was prepped and 
placed into the Bathyscaphe. Before this point, 
it was unknown whether the bathyscaphe 
could descend unmanned and be detonated 
remotely. Due to the unreliable positioning of 
SCP-2956 upon the bathyscaphe's descent, a 
D-Class was assigned to guide the vessel 
down to the bottom of the Java trench. All 
dialogue that follows has been translated from 
Russian. 


<START LOG> 


Dr Vasily: Ivan, can you hear me? 


Dr. : Exactly what about the idea was so appealing? 


Agent _: It was a way out. That SCP entry... I've read what it says. 
It's a joke. It makes it seem like we have the pool under control. 


Dr. : | take it you do not? 


Agent _: There's a half meter slab of reinforced concrete in place 
over the pool. And yet every time some beast tries to come through 
somehow it manages to get loose into the building. People die, 
every single time. I've seen [DATA EXPUNGED] a man's own 
intestines. Can you imagine what that looks like, old man? 


Dr. : So to you, and of course to the other people stationed at 
the Red Pool containment site as well, draining the pool seemed like 
a fine solution to the suffering caused by SCP-354. 


Agent: (chair scrapes as Agent _ stands up) Suffering? That 
thing doesn't just- 


Dr. : Please, sit down. This is going on record. (pause, Agent 
sits) So, O5 approved the draining of SCP-354, and then what 
happened? 


Agent _: They evacuated the nonessential personnel to a location 
a couple kilometers away, leaving just basic defense crew and the 

people who'd run the equipment. Mostly D class, plus a few Agents 
to keep things going. 


Dr. : And you were among those Agents. 
Agent : Yes. 
Dr. : How did they go about draining the pool? 


Agent — : Tech guys brought in this big pump thing with all these 
hoses. We retracted the slab, but... (pause) 


Dr. : But...? 


Agent _: Have you ever had a dream, where it seemed so real, but 
you knew you were dreaming, and it felt like you had to wake up to 


After a moment of static, a voice comes into 
focus. Analysis reveals that the voice does not 
belong to SCP-2956-1, and is possibly 
originating from an overused recording device 
within range of the microphone aboard the 
submarine.°. A second voice is also heard. 
The mechanism by which SCP-2956-1 is able 
to use the recording device is unknown. 


Voice 1: ...Yes, you are aware that the 
parameters have been met, correct? 


Voice 2: (inaudible) 


Voice 1: Okay, right, | get that. | know that 
Tsarnev believed that the vessel would 
displace upwards of 2.5km3 of water away 
from the White Sea. 


Voice 2: (inaudible) 


Voice 1: No, to the Kremlin. Yes, they thought 
that the water would collapse over command. 
That's why preliminary analysis was fucked. 
Just write it off as anything. 


Voice 2: (unknown, possibly "goodbye" or 
"goodness") 


Voice 1: Okay, I'll get to it. (8 second pause) 
Ivan, or LUR-09, as you are now known, | 
hope you can hear this. The technicians will 
put the recording inside the vessel and leave it 
with you, shouldn't be hard to find. So | just 
want to get some things out of the way. | 
assume you've spoken to Dr Kyuvsky since we 
last spoke? That wasn't a question, I'm quite 
sure that happened, but if not, | want to clear 
some things up with you. The process has 
been less than successful, I'm sure you can 
see that. | just want to make sure you 


understand everything. 


Voice 1: Firstly, | want you to know that you 
may experience quite a shock once you 
awake. You've been inside a transistor for the 
past few months, and the psychologists said 
you would have lost all muscle memory or any 
memory of a physical body. Now, we were 
able to lay down a nervous system substitute 
inside the pipes and hull, so you should still be 
able to feel. You scratch the hull, you scratch 
yourself, if you will. If you want to know, your 
"brain" is located inside the cabinet of the 
control room, screwed into the floor. The brain 
is connected to the rest of the nervous system, 
which again connects to the periscope and 
propellers. Now, this may sound quite 
daunting, but I'm sure you'll get used to it in no 
time. Remember when we turned someone 
into a Lada? Yeah, he was fine, wasn't he? 


Voice 1: Ur, you should also be able to speak. 
We are not sure why that was in the design, 
but it was. If you ever need to identify yourself 
at a Russian port, you can do so. Remember, 
this is a black project, most of the GRU don't 
know about this, so things could get a little 
heated if you went back to base. 


Voice 2: (inaudible) 


Voice 1: (laughter). They never needed to 
install any of that stuff. Yes, lvan, what's been 
substituted for your motor neurons that were 
once in your leg have been installed in the 
propeller system, so you can achieve 
locomotion by utilizing the same sensations as 
walking, so that should make things easier. 
And no, we haven't gone the same path as we 
did with the Ukrainian. Yes, the rumors were 
true, he could achieve orgasm by rubbing his 


fuselage. | think it was more of a sick joke on 
their part. We haven't made any erogenous 
locations along the submarine by lacing it with 
receptors. This is serious business, so you 
need to understand how to control yourself. 


Voice 2: (inaudible) 


Voice 1: Okay, yeah. Tell command that we're 
almost ready. May have to do a sensory check 
on the aft tubes. Let me get back to the 
recording so Ivan doesn't miss anything. 


(Unidentified noise in recording, 3 seconds) 


Voice 1: So, being able to control yourself is 
very important. Like | said, your leg muscle 
motor neurons have been assigned to the 
propeller, but your lower body is where the rea/ 
magic happens. We've been able to preserve 
your heart, kidney and lower organs in a vat 
somewhere close to the reactor on the sub, 
inside of which is the majority of your groin 
area and upper thighs. There's a Barri- 
conductor tube inserted into the urethra, with 
the spinal column connected to the central 
nervous system spanning the entire sub, so 
you should be able to feel your lower body. 
Twisting your hips in different directions should 
allow you to control your depth. And the anti- 
freeze. Don't forget the anti-freeze. It should 
run down a tube in the severed esophagus 
and out of your right heel. There's no heating, 
remember. 


(13 second pause, paper shuffling heard in 
recording) 


Voice 1: We have your brother, Peter. He's 
safe and sound with us. He is very necessary 
to the project, because it doesn't take a doctor 


to understand that you are mentally unstable. 
You had been diagnosed before you had died, 
and | think the process of dying and conscious 
reanimation may have messed with you. You 
have the mental capacity of a twelve year old, 
alongside a rapidly degenerative mental 
condition. Personally, | would have picked a 
more stable candidate for the project, but as 
you know you were the only surviving 
consciousness contained on the computer, the 
others were corrupted. We tried to delete most 
of them, but the rest are stuck in some landfill 
somewhere, despite our best efforts at a digital 
coup de grace. You were the only 
consciousness available, so you should be 
quite grateful. Now, things may get fuzzy later 
on due to obvious circumstances, so just play 
back this recording if you forget anything. 


Voice 1: Anyway, I'll keep sending you 
discreet messages on your little receiver there. 
Things may get heated later on, due to the 
command reformations and other such 
happenings. In the reactor room there should 
be a lamp. As long as it's on, you know 
everything is okay, understand? | hope you do 
because it is necessary for this to work. In the 
event that you don't follow orders, and initiate 
procedure VGU-Concrete Tundra prematurely, 
Peter will act as a contingency. You should be 
able to directly communicate with him, so he 
can keep you up to date with any changes. 
Peter is a good kid, he'll follow orders. If 
everything else fails on our end, he'll give you 
the keys. Primary target sites are located ina 
book which should be on the desk in the 
control room. There's a mechanism which can 
open the book and show you. We'll inform you 
of any changes. 


Voice 1: The psychologists have done a lot of 
work to mentally prep all candidates in our 
project. You should be able to imagine a room, 
with all your friends, adorned with nice 
paintings and our eternal leader, sitting proudly 
at the center. Your brother will be there as 
well, at some point. You won't be alone 
throughout all this, lvan, we've been kind 
enough to allow you to have some semblance 
of company, even if it's only psychological. We 
are not monsters. You always wanted kids, 
right? That's what everyone wanted. Well, 
soon you'll be kept occupied by a lovely 
bundle of joy. But, we're still working on that. 
Obviously, no one is going to give up their own 
kid for the project. 


(Heavy machinery heard in recording, 12 
seconds) 


Voice 1: (shouting over noise) And maybe, 
Ivan, if you do a good job, we may be able to 
bring you back, and-