Name: Agent Vasiliy Cherenkov 
Designation: Iris Hermes 

Location: Site-19 

Status: Active, pending assignment 
Reason: Personal transfer request 
Service: 15 years Site-19 security 


Name: Dr. Mary O'Malley 
Location: Site-19 
Status: Active 


Reason: 45+ years anomalous pathogen research 
Service: 45+ years Site-19 Biohazard/Pathogens/ 
Replications Sectors 


Name: Rs. Daniel Earl Doe 

Location: Site-19 

Status: Active 

Reason: 4 years research into anomalous foods/food 
products 

Service: Recent recruitment c. 2013 


Overall personnel count: 10 
Operations personnel: 5 
Research personnel: 5 


It's been pre-cleared. Stamp it. 


O5-5 


April 9th, 2690 


For close to 800 years, the Foundation has protected the world from 
a variety of anomalous threats. Secrecy went out the window by the 
late 2000s, but their principles remained the same throughout the 
centuries. As humanity grew closer to the stars, the Foundation 
began to manage threats across the entire Solar System. The Fifth 
Church started a pilgrimage directly into the Sun, and the Solar 
Occult Coalition is currently attempting to eliminate the Crab Pulsar. 


The primary cause behind this interstellar expansion was the 
destruction of Earth by SCP-094. 


When the sphere reached the size of a small village, the Foundation 
tried to hide it from the world, altering satellite images and quietly 
funding space programs to escape the Earth. When it could be seen 
from Buenos Aires, however, global focus was now on abandoning 
ship. Alliances between paranormal organizations were formed to 
utilize anomalous technologies to colonize and terraform Mars, 
moons of other planets, and anywhere else in the Solar System that 
could be made to support life. To this end, the goal was 
accomplished — but not before South and Central America were 
absorbed by the void. As billions fled to the final frontier, a black dot 
covered their tracks. 


Humanity has now been living on foreign planets for a few hundred 
years. There were bigger issues to deal with, from the anomalous to 
the political to the logistical, than the state of the dying planet. When 
half of the Blue Marble was blackened, hardly anyone noticed; 
Titan’s Got Talent had made its television debut the same night. 
Cultural ties had been lost many generations ago. The former 
residence of the entire human species was now as significant as 
Mercury. It was just another lifeless object orbiting around a ball of 
burning gas. Similarly, when a mere 10% of Earth remained, the 
only evidence of it was at the Foundation’s yearly celebration of the 


successful evacuation of the Lunar Sites — the natural satellite was 
now free from its gravitational chains, given the lack of anything to 
orbit around. 


And finally, on April 9th, 2690, as humanity’s home for the hundreds 
of thousands of years died with a whimper, just one man watched it 
come to an end. Dr. Bright, the last man in the universe to have 
seen the Pacific Ocean, a snow-capped mountain range, or a clear 
blue sky, witnessed the remains of Earth be blotted out, removed 
from existence. A harbor for the human race that survived asteroids, 
solar flares, and, despite all odds, produced intelligent life capable of 
containing the anomalous, simply faded into the growing shadow. 


Despite this tragedy, life went on. Over time, fewer and fewer people 
remembered that beyond the event horizon lay an abandoned planet 
- an abandoned home. It just wasn't relevant in the new world. 


Humanity had not died in the darkness. 


But the Earth was consumed by it. 


April Fools 


“Termination” is a word we heard a lot in this place. It was mostly 
heard over intercoms, or through the grape vines as gossip between 
the dorms. They didn't like that we talked between dorms at all, but 
we found ways. Most of us have spent years in prisons all over the 
country, and we had been sneaking things a lot bigger (and often 
deadlier) than scraps of paper between cells, so it wasn't a problem 
to learn at least some details of what insane shit the guys down the 
hall were being ordered to do. A lot of it doesn't bear repeating, 
because it's obviously bullshit. Only problem was that most people 
only lasted a few days here. We here in dorm 3 would spend that 
time setting up links with the dorms next to us, and across from us, 
but often we'd be lucky to get more than a few pieces of news from 
them before they dropped off the face of the Earth. We'd hear new 
guys getting marched in to take the spots, and we'd all be back to 
square one. And every time, one way or another, we'd hear that 
word- “The Class Ds were terminated”, we would over hear on 
radios. “Guys, you know that tall guy from Dorm 2? He failed a 
polygraph, haven't seen him since. The Doc just said he'd be 
terminated”. And for everyone of us who was “terminated”, another 
would be marched into their now vacant spot later that same day. 


We here in dorm 3 were a little luckier. We'd been stuck in here for 
about 4 weeks. The calendar says it's the 31st of March, so maybe 
a little longer. About a month sounds right. The six of us were all 
taken together from a Supermax in Colorado, lifers all. Although 
we're not sure where we are, we know we took a bus, a plane, and 
train (and possibly a boat?) to get here, on a blindfolded journey that 
lasted about, say, 2 days? Point is, none of us wanted to spend a 
day longer in those tiny cells, with awful food, surrounded by 
cameras, sharing what little soace you had with your fellow 
criminals. When we agreed to this, that's what we were trying to 
escape. 


Problem is, this place was almost exactly the same, except a lot 


more strict, and a hell of a lot more secretive. Not even an exercise 
yard, or a warden we can talk to if we bitch loud enough. In 
hindsight, better the devil you know, maybe. But at the time, all we 
knew was a guy in suit, saying he was here “on authority of the 
Department of Justice” asking us the same question each: “Do you 
want to be Class Ds? It's just for a month”. Hell, we were all class A 
prisoners in a Supermax. We thought we were being offered a spot 
at a minimum security prison, or at the very least, transfer to a less 
secure wing here. Maybe we should have asked questions. Maybe 
we should have been skeptical. Maybe we should have recognized 
the guy had shown us not a scrap of ID. We didn't care at the time. 
We saw a way out, took it, and now we're trapped in an even tighter 
prison where our fellow prisoners are constantly getting 
“terminated”. We were stupid; but we were lucky. Since then, we've 
not had to leave the cells, do hard labour, or worry about getting 
shanked. All we have to worry about is: what happens at the end of 
the month? Will we be “terminated,” too? 


Next morning, and we rip yesterday's date off the calendar. We're 
getting so bored, we almost fight for that privilege. At least it passes 
a few seconds. ist April, and already the others are busy punching 
and pinching each other like little kids. Maybe something will 
happen. We've been here a month. Will we hear from our little friend 
from the supermax? Will we finally be allocated one of these 
“procedures” we keep hearing about? The ones followed by 
numbers we never remember? They remind us of police codes, but 
aren't connected to any crimes. Or at least, not any we committed. 


Wait, no. Intercom's coming on. Some guy clearing his throat. “Good 
morning, Class D Personnel of dorm 3”. Shit! This had better be 
good. The six of us were practically standing to attention now. 

“| would like to thank you for your valuable service in the past 31 
days. Everyone here at the Foundation is grateful for your decision 
to join us for this time. Sadly, your month long tenure with us is at an 
end, as agreed, and it is now time for you to be terminated”. 


Deadly silence. Whatever it meant, we were joining all the others 
we'd seen this past month. 


“That is, your employment with us is to be terminated, and our 
contracts annulled. To celebrate your time with us, we have 


prepared an honorary breakfast in the canteen. Our senior staff 
would like to thank you personally for your efforts, before escorting 
you off of Foundation grounds, and back to your homes. A guard will 
come to escort you in 5 minutes. Thank you again, gentlemen”. 


It cut out. Employment terminated? An actual breakfast? Home?! 
Things were looking up, and the six of us found ourselves once 
again silent. After 10 years of more of prison followed by a month of 
nothing, going home was like telling a kid he'd just won his own 
candy store. The guard did show up five minutes later. He did escort 
us down the hall, and through others we had never before seen, 
until arriving at a set of double doors, through wish he ushered us. 
And in this room, what we found was definitely not our breakfast. 


As heavy locks closed behind us, and bright lights came up, we 
found ourselves face to face with a giant-ass glass cube, like a giant 
fish tank. There were no koi here, though- the tank had some giant 
mess of blood, bone, and guts floating in liquid. Two of us barfed at 
the sight; | barfed at the smell. It was then that the same voice came 
up over another intercom. “Class D personnel are in position. All 
safety features and door locks are activated. Commence tank drain”. 
A vent in the bottom of the tank opened up, and began gushing the 
liquid onto the floor of the room, giving off a sizzle and some faint 
steam wherever it touched. It slowly leaked all the way to us, 
touching our shoes which melted a little before we started moving 
back up against the door. 


Once the tank was empty, and most of the room was an acidic death 
trap, the sides were lowered, as is the cube was being unfolded. Not 
only did we only have a small island of dry floor by the wall left to 
stand on, but we had no option but to stare as the gooey mass 
slowly took form- first as a beak, secondly as a torso- until finally- 
oh, Christ. It's got legs. It's getting up. It can walk- but we have no 
where to run. 


As this ungodly animal slowly awoke and eyed us, then the room, 
then us again, we heard for the third time, that voice. “So sorry, 
gentlemen. It appears | had my memos confused. The termination of 
employment is for one of our senior staff. You, however, have been 
assigned for termination in quite another way. Please await the 
approach of SCP-682 to commence testing. | can only apologize 


again for the confusion. Goodbye, Ds. Oh, and April Fools”. 


The monster was prowling now, | didn't count the mouths; | couldn't 
possibly count the teeth. Things moved too fast after that; for most 
of us, they ended even faster. We never even had the chance to 
dodge, or run this thing. We had nowhere to go even if we tried; but | 
tried anyway. As | ran to the side, into the acid, | felt the melting sole 
of my shoe liquefy. | tripped, landing on my face. /t burned 
everywhere- but still, the creature came for me, clearly still hungry 
from the friends of mine he had just swallowed almost whole. Before 
it blocked my sight entirely, | could see cameras in the corner. And 
at the other end of the cameras was, no doubt, the man who was 
the source of that voice. 


Yeah. Happy April fools. You bastard. 


ARBH-Class Debrief File 


WARNING: THE 
FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 
3/ARBH CLASSIFIED 


ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT 
LEVEL 3/ARBH AUTHORIZATION WILL BE 
LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE 

DISCIPLINARY ACTION. 


» INPUT LEVEL THREE CREDENTIALS 


ARBH-CLASS "INSECT 
HELL" EVENT SCENARIO 


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ABORTIVITY2: HIGH 


PERSONNEL DEBRIEF FILE | FURTHER EDITS 
DISALLOWED 


Introduction 


"World turn into an insect hell? We've got one heck of a 
bug repellent for that." - Researcher James Petahn 


Hello to any new Level 3 Foundation personnel reading 
this. You're reading this because either your site head 
asked you to read it, or you're interested in what an 
ARBH-Class Event actually is. Well, you came to the 
right place. This is the debriefing and training file, where 
you will find answers to all of your questions as well as 
basics for dealing with and preventing this doomsday 
event. 


What is an ARBH-Class Event? 


"| hate spiders. Especially big, furry, anomalous, world- 
ending ones." - Researcher Nicholas Crawford 


Insect life accounts for most of the animal life on planet 
Earth, at roughly around 200 million insects per person. 
With such a large and diverse amount of insect life, 
anomalous instances of some insects are bound to turn 
up eventually. However, these anomalous insects could 
have disastrous effects on planet Earth, so the 
Foundation created the ARBH-Class Event Scenario to 
deal with such a problem. 


An ARBH-Class Event Scenario, nicknamed "Insect 
Hell", is where any species or instances of insects, by 
anomalous means, becomes a direct threat to the human 
race and its environment; additionally, the insects must 
be able to have a significant impact worldwide. ‘Insects’, 
in regard to the Event Scenario, are defined as any 
species under the phylum Euarthropoda. 


ARBH and You (1): How to Prevent 
It 


to target paedophiles, fabricating complex, yet believable stories and 
utilizing video chat programs to lure and gain its contacts’ trust. 
SCP-789 seems to be able to keep track of detailed information for 
several dozen contacts at once, and has not yet been recorded 
using the incorrect form while interacting with a familiar contact. 


Over the course of several weeks, SCP-789 will attempt to convince 
select contacts to come visit. Upon arrival, prey individuals are 
invited into the house by the humanoid component of SCP-789. 
Usually, the prey item is led into the kitchen or bedroom; the entity 
appears to manifest basic furnishings for the rooms used in a given 
hunt. Once the prey item is made comfortable and sufficiently 
distracted by the humanoid component of SCP-789, non-humanoid 
components [REDACTED] crushed into a fine slurry. SCP-789 will 
“soak” the slurry into itself, then vanish. 


Upkeep of the property is apparently performed by SCP-789 as well. 
The entity will manifest as one of two middle-aged adult humans, 
henceforth SCP-789-B. These two forms appear to serve as decoy 
parental property owners, and will entertain guests if required to. 
Interaction with these manifestations has revealed no information as 
to the nature of SCP-789; all conversation regarding behaviour 
described above is met with polite silence. Upon assault, SCP-789- 
B will vanish and not appear again before the assailant. The 
appearance of these particular manifestations never change 
between encounters. 


The nature, intelligence level, and origin of SCP-789 are unknown at 
this time. As SCP-789 has an obvious capability to understand and 
utilize the English language, research regarding possible sapience is 
pending. However, it is not suspected at this time that SCP-789 is, 
or ever has been, human in nature. 


Addendum-789-1cv: It has been discovered that the forms 
SCP-789 utilizes while seeking prey items correspond to those of 
children of the appropriate ages that it has encountered online. For 
this reason, testing has been suspended until a more easily 
controlled method is devised. 


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