"Well, | can tell you he'd get pissed off at you calling him "mister" 
F oy 


"Ah, my apologies. Pretty proud of his degree then?" 


"I'd say so. Thought he was pretty bright, well, before SCP-3620 and 
all this. He was pretty new to the team — fresh out of grad school — 
this was his first assignment here. We were working on seeing if 
Spongy could, sorry SCP-3620-" 


"Spongy is fine. Nicknames are non-standard but it is kind of 
catchy." 


"Thanks. If Spongy, could be used as a renewable food source. 
She's genetically a normal chicken, and so when you pull off a wing 
or a leg or whatever, it's the same as any old chicken meat. Besides 
the visual anomaly, her physical properties cause a new part to pop 
right back into existence no matter how much we chop off. We do 
have to try to keep things balanced. "Wanted Buffalo wings so badly 
we threw off Earth's orbit" would be one of the most embarrassing 


XKs to cause, you know?" 


Dr.M goes on to to tell you about the research he and Dan were 
doing, attempting to increase the feed density so they could collect 
more from Spongy per day. Keep anything around long enough in 
the Foundation and eventually, someone will try to put it to use. 
Infinite pizza and chicken wings sounds like a gimmicky bar you 
would frequent back in college. 


You press him about the anomalous properties of SCP-3620, if he 
thought this could have been caused by some unknown memetic 
effect or something. 


"| do not. At least, not like a memetic or telepathic effect. I've 
personally been studying this for 5 years now, it's been in custody 
since the 80s, and this is the first time anything like this has 
happened. You tend to become a bit numb to the weirdness around 
here, but someone as new as Dan... We think the "Euclids" and the 
"Keters" as the scary ones, so we forget that even "Safe" skips can 
destroy someone's whole worldview, you know?" 


Head Back To The Containment Area - Click Tab 21 
There's nothing more to investigate in the office. 


Look At The Security Footage- click Tab 29 
There's got to be something caught on video. 


"Hey, Agent R , internal review committee. Can | talk to you a 
moment?" 


The D-Class personnel turns to you. She's wearing the standard 
orange jumpsuit, holding a clipboard and pen. She tucks the 
clipboard under her arm and approaches you. 


"Sure thing, just finished counting the eggs this morning. You here 
about the guy who killed himself?" 


"Yeah, what do you know about it? The report was just given to me 
this morning. Says it might be related to the anomalous properties of 
SCP-3620? But the file says-" 


"Doesn't say anything about magical mind rays that make you want 
to kill yourself. Yeah, | don't think it's anything to do with that." 


"You feel pretty certain of that?" 


"Yeah, I'd bet my life on it. I've been working this assignment for a 
few years now. Grew up on a farm, think that's why | got this and not 
some other SCP to test. I've eaten every part of this chicken. Slept 
in this room for a week. Yell at it, told it my darkest secrets, stared at 
it so long | could see the image when | closed my eyes. Everything 
you can imagine. But nothing ever happened. The shit is weird but 
it's mainly just weird to look at. Usually gives new folks a headache." 


"It is a bit of a trip..." 


"Dr.M __ is the lead researcher though. They'll back up that nothing 
strange comes from this chicken besides endless chicken wings." 


Go To Dr. F's Office - Click Tab 28 


The lead researcher should be around and able to back up the D- 
Class's story. 


Rough Up The D-Class - Click Tab 16 


D-Class are criminals and human test guinea pigs at best. Better grill 
this one 


It was all in the details. Numbers that didn't add up, security footage 
deleted and replaced. A little more investigating and you finally had 
your man! 


You uncover that on the night of Dr. F 's death, it wasn'ta 
suicide but murder! Security Personnel Mike had been caught 
accessing SCP-3620 collecting unauthorized chicken meat and 
smuggling it off-site. The two had had a confrontation in the 
containment area when Mike stabbed Dr. F with a needle 
intended to be used to put SCP-3620 under. 


Mike would then drag Dr. F's body back to his office, set up the 
scene to look like a suicide, and flee the scene. Only this morning 
did he remember to doctor the security footage by replacing it with 
footage from another night. 


The evidence would continue to pile up and Security Personnel Mike 
would eventually confess to everything. He would later be sentenced 
by a jury of his peers within the Foundation. Dr. M_— stayed on as 
the lead researcher while Clara was promoted for her diligence and 
loyalty to the Foundation. Testing on utilizing SCP-3620 as a source 
of renewable food continued. 


Ending 5 - The End 


"Hey Clara, I've been talking with Dr. M_ —_ and Mike over there. They 
seem to think Dr. F 's death was suicide either directly or 
indirectly caused by SCP-3620." 


"Yeah, | heard him. A real piece of work." 
"| take it you're not a fan of Mike?" 


"He's over there telling you he's scared of cross skip contamination 
just now when the other day he's on my ass about how Sponge here 
works! "How do you tell what you're cutting off?" and "Do you think 
you could make an SCP sandwich with SCP-504 tomatoes and 
SCP-3620 meat?" | think he's about as worried about the anomalous 
effects as | am about my ex-boyfriend finding me in this place." 


"What about Dr. M's theory? You don't think it just got to him? 
Worldview shattering and all?" 


"Listen, Dr. M means well, but if you ask me, they're a little too 
detached from the rest of us humans to really trust on any personal 
matters. Numbers and equations? Great! Human feelings? Does Not 
Compute." 


Go Talk To Mike More- Click Tab 26 
Maybe he'll tell you something you're overlooking. 


Go Check The Security Footage - click Tab 09 


"I'm telling you AgentR __ , got to be something else. It just doesn't 
add up." 


"I'd like to ask you a few more questions D-Class." 


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"The name's Clara. Not sure what else | can help you with but 
shoot." 


"You ever fuck this chicken?" 
"Are you being serious right now?" 


"You said you've done everything | can imagine. You're a guinea 
pig, expendable as they come. You do whatever the researchers tell 
you." 


"Listen, I'm D-Class but | don't need this from you prick. But no, 
nothing ever sexual was done with this chicken. You happy?" 


You decide to rough up the D-Class a little. Grabbing her by the 
collar you knock her back against the containment cage. The 
chickens flutter and cluck nervously as you intimidate the scumbag. 
Clara winces and tries to break your grip on her uniform but you've 
got the upper hand. 


"I think I'll be happy when | know what happened here. If you're lying 
to me, you're as good as terminated. One more body bag at the end 
of the month." 


"HEY! We Good Here?" 


You look back and see a security guard at the doorway. You notice 
his hand is on his gun, still holstered. You release the D-Class's 
uniform and turn to the security guard. 


"| said, are we good here?" 


"Agent R , Internal review committee. | was assigned to look into 
the death of Dr. Daniel F . Just finishing up here." 


"The prick was shaking me down and tossed me against the cage 
Mike!" 


"Shut it Clara. Internal review reports to the Ethics Committee. 
Everything's good here, right?" 


Mike's question is more a statement than concern. He seems tense 


but relaxes his hand from his gun. Clara the D-Class doesn't seem 
at ease with him around but she's back to her work with the cage. 


The chickens clucking has died down a little. You're done here. 


Talk To Mike - Click Tab 23 
Security guards are more trustworthy than D-Class. 


Head To Dr.F's Office - Click Tab 02 
Better to talk to the researchers on this. 


SCP-3620 struts around the cage in the manner that a chicken 
would. Or how you'd imagine a chicken would. It's more than a little 
disorienting to see it in motion. It's a 2-D plane, like some broken 
image placeholder. The lettering doesn't make any sense to you and 
neither does the symbol above them. 


Your head hurts a little as you try to look around the edge and the 
plane keeps shifting with you. Its size stays the same too as you 
approach it. Your face feels a little hot as you squint and try to 
discern what exactly is going on here. 


Did it just cluck? Did it just turn towards you? Can you feel it looking 
at you with tiny, beady chicken eyes you can't look back into? How 
can you tell if it's looking at you? How can anyone tell if it's a chicken 
under all this? 


Your head starts to ache, you touch your hand to your head and 
wince. A feeling like you've been staring at a screen too long 
unbalances you and you stumble slightly. A hand steadies you and 
keeps you from falling against the cage. 


"Hey, you alright man? Shouldn't stare right at the thing, didn't they 
warn you?" 


The D-Class personnel helps you over to a chair and she gets you a 
glass of water as you reorient yourself. SCP-3620 goes about the 
cage, shuffling between the other chickens. You try not to look at it 
anymore and your headache subsides a little. 


Ask The D-Class Questions - Click Tab 24 


She seems happy to help you so far. 


Head To Dr. F's Office - Click Tab 25 


Better to get away from this thing and investigate where they found 
the body. 


You go over the evidence the next few days as D-Class personnel 
preform a barrage of new tests thought up by a testing committee 
with too much time on their hands. 


They try yelling at SCP-3620, holding it in their lab, wearing lab 
coats while thinking angry thoughts at the other chickens. Hundreds 
of tests, several days, and you don't even want to think about the 
manhours spent on this later, the results are still nothing. 


You talk with every D-Class personnel, all the security guards on 
rotation, all the researchers who have been in and out of here the 
last month. The case is growing colder and everything is pointing to 
one possible answer. 


Conclude Your Investigation - Click Tab 34 
New cases are piling up and it's time to close this one. 


You enter the containment area and immediately notice it smells like 
a barn in here. Or at least, what you think a barn would smell like. 
The source of the smell is at the heart of the room, an animal 
containment cage with SCP-3620 and a few normal looking 
chickens. SCP-3620 is messing with your eyes a little as it remains 
parallel to you as you move about the room. 


A D-Class personnel is working at the other end of the cage, 
collecting eggs from the cage. No other personnel are in the room at 
the moment. Looking up into the corner of the room, you spy a 
security camera spying back at you. 


Take A Look At SCP-3620 - Click Tab 17 

You've never seen anything like it. The place where a chicken 
should be but... 

Talk To The D-Class Personnel - Click Tab 27 

She looks like she might know something about chickens. 


You head out from the containment area to check about the security 
guard Mike. There's a pressure between your ears but Clara 
claimed there was nothing to be concerned about. Still, the lighting 
in the hallways is hurting your eyes and you're happy to enter a 
darkened security room to continue your investigation. 


"Woah buddy, you scared me there! | thought that door was locked!" 


As your eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, lit up by the light 
from a few monitors is Mike the security guard seated at one of the 
computers. You weren't expecting him so you fumble a little but he 
relaxes and invites you to take a seat. 


"I'm investigating the death of uh, Dr... Mr... F?" 


"Yeah, F , Danny. It's really unfortunate. No one saw it coming, 
man. You think you're working a Safe SCP but they don't tell you 
that Safe is just a classification. It basically just means we can put it 
in a box and it stays there." 


"So you have reason to believe it was uh, anomemetic?" 
"Ah, an anomalous memetic thing? Yeah, yeah | do. You okay 
buddy?" 


Tell Him About The Effect SCP-3620 Had On You - click Tab 31 
Your head keeps pounding and you'd rather make sure this isn't a 
bad sign. 

Ask Him About The Security Footage - Click Tab 26 

Clara said it was fine, best push through this. 


You leave Dr. F 's office and head back to the containment 
area. Upon arriving you notice the D-Class personnel from before is 
still tending to the chickens and a security guard is now stationed at 
the door. 


"Hi, you're our agent, right? I'm Security Personnel Mike. You're 
looking into Dan's death then?" 


"Correct, Agent R . Did you see him leave the containment area 


last night?" 


"Yeah, | did. Probably one of the last people to see him alive. It's 
kind of hard to think about." 


"Anything out of the ordinary you can remember?" 


"He looked, he looked really out of it. Just this, this distant look in his 
eyes. Muttering about how nothing matters. It's all bugs and glitches 
and stuff. | wish | had said something, but you know, researchers, 
they're, they're dealing with all kinds of stuff.” 


"Dr. M — seems to think it didn't have anything to do with SCP-3620 
directly, or at least, not from any of its anomalous properties." 


"Oh, that's a relief! I'm real nervous about cross contamination with 
SCPs. You know what I'm saying? SCPs always have these weird 
quirks. Always afraid there's something giving you cancer while you 
think it's safe in the box." 


You notice the D-Class personnel looking over at the two of you 
before going back to her work. 


"D-Class hasn't dropped dead yet. Seems like a safe enough SCP 
to handle." 


"Oh, that's Clara over there. She's fine, for D-Class. She's a little 
stuck up but it's not like she's free to go like you or me." 


Continue Your Investigation With Clara - Click Tab 15 
You finishing talking with Mike and go to talk to Clara. 


Continue Your Investigation With Mike- Click Tab 34 
You talk to Mike a bit longer on the containment security details. 


You feel like you might just be going around in circles, but you want 
to talk with Dr. M_ — about the security personnel, cross- 
contamination, and Dr. F 's research. 


"Oh no, no. SCP-3620 is almost completely safe. Well, as long as 
we don't displace a massive amount of mass by overfeeding or 


over-harvesting from her. We're running a bunch of new tests but I'm 
certain it's nothing anomalous at play here." 


"Your security personnel seems to be pretty sure it's what caused 
Dan to kill himself." 


"Mike? That's quite unlike him, but | wouldn't be surprised | guess 
either. He and Daniel didn't care for each other much. Came on to 
this project at the same time. Daniel was fresh out of grad school, 
while Mike had been transferred around the site a few times. 
Seemed to be a bit of a problem child you could say. Nothing 
serious to get him written up, but he got bumped off more than a few 
assignments for comments he made to other personnel." 


"Did he say anything unusual about SCP-3620 to you or any of the 
other personnel?" 


"No, not really. Nothing that really stands out. We don't normally let 
security personnel handle SCPs, even safe ones unless it's 
necessary. Usually, we have D-Class around for day to day handling 
and care. He was present for most of the testing this month as we 
began our research on increasing the intake feed density. | think 
most of it went over his head, but he did seem interested in our 
discussion of Spongy as a renewable resource of chicken." 


Mike Is Now Suspect Number 1 - Click Tab 32 
It's time to call this case done. 


I's Got To Be Something With This SCP - Click Tab 18 


Pulling meat off a glitched out chicken can't be done without some 
negative side effects, right?