Per advice of her personal physician, O5-2 took several 
prescriptions in order to induce sleep in the early hours of 7 
November 2016. Upon awaking, O5-2 reported a manifestation of 
SCP-990, the first documented instance in which the anomaly has 
appeared to an Overseer. Given the nature of the information 
contained within the dream event, this form is transcribed, and is 
presented as dictated by 05-2 to , her personal assistant. 


FORM 66-Y - STANDARD DREAM REPORT 
Personnel: 05-2 

Estimated Degree of Recall: 83% 
Anomalous Entity Present?: Y 

Likelihood of Actionable Intelligence: HIGH 


Description: Oh god, this is too big. I've made a horrible 
mistake. It's just...1 have no idea. | didn't know. It's 
obscene, really. To say these things. | don't know what 
else to say. 


What? | mean, okay, yes. | can get it down. | can think 
after. 


In 1978 | had a child. This is something that's highly 
discouraged for those in our position for obvious 
reasons. Who was the father? Don't ever ask me that 
question again. I'll end your life, | swear it. 


| had a child because | needed a bit of the future in my 
life. Something that would go on. It was a stupid reason 
to bring life into this world but | am a human. And | do 


stupid things. 


He was three years old. His name was Gabriel. His 
name was Gabriel and then he died of a terrible, wasting 
illness that our best doctors could not treat. He died with 
my name on his lips and convulsions wracking his little 
body. Someone reading this file knows how that came to 
pass. | know it was you. 


You're afraid to ask now, but | see it on your face. I'm 
coming to the point. Gabriel came to me last night. No, 
damn you, not like a dream about a dead relative or 
some other silly nonsense. He came to me. He brought 
me to a hill. Atop that hill was 990, crucified, beaten so 
badly his face wasn't a face at all, his hands missing. His 
suit was impeccably pressed. 


Gabriel smiled up at me, forever three. You think that 
you'll break down at moments like these, because who 
hasn't thought about moments like these. No matter how 
childish. You think that you will weep with joy and gather 
everything that you've lost in your arms and that things 
will be okay now. That you didn't make such horrifying 
mistakes. That you will be forgiven. 


When my dead son looked up at me, all that | felt was 
terror. Terror so great and overwhelming that | thought 
my heart would stop. | have never known anything like it. 
| was paralyzed. This was not right. This was not in any 
way right. 


Oh God, and then he spoke. 


His voice was a man's voice. Worse than that, it was the 
voice | had imagined his voice being if he had grown to 
be aman. The smallest little fancies, shamefully foolish 
little hopes that were impossible and weak, and they 
were on display for this thing that is hunting us. 


What's that? Oh. Oh yes. It's hunting us. 


He said to me...he said to me...oh God he said to me 
"I've missed you Mommy" and it was like being shot in 
the chest. | felt as though a great fist had closed around 
my head, squeezing the tears out of my face, my grief 
being wrung out against my will, against my screaming 
fear. 


When | came to my senses, he was still looking at me. 
He talked more. 


This part, this was plainly 001 speaking through the 
figure in my dream. After this, 990 would echo whatever 
it said, softly, moaning it from his scarecrow cross. None 
of us can believe in God but this was surely a 
blasphemy. 


I'm going to try and remember what it said, for all of our 
sakes. 


Okay. Here's what it told me. 


You're tempted to think of us as your fathers, your Gods. 
But we are actually your children. We're not quite your 
children, because we came before you, but we love you 
like a child loves its parent. You know what | speak of. 
You have seen a future, a future that is really a past. And 
a present. It's our world. It's all that humanity is capable 
of. We live our days in paradise. 


Isn't that what you want for your children? Knowing that 
while you might suffer, while you might die, your children 
will see the better days, the sunlight without end? Maybe 
they won't have to die like you will. And so it is. We do 
not hurt. We will not suffer. You and the others like you 
have brought us here. We are the perfect children, of the 
perfect mothers and fathers. 


What no child says of his parents, but what every child 
thinks, is this: | am glad that | will live to bury these 
people. | am glad that they suffer on my behalf. | am glad 
that it is not me who is to die. For many many years, 


these were feelings that brought shame. It wasn't until 
the latest stages of our perfection that we understood. 
This is a guide. This is order, demonstrated for us by the 
oldest of societal units. 


| need a glass of water. He giggled, like he did when he 
was an infant, as he finished that part. Oh Jesus. More 
history. | was raped as a girl. It was a stranger in an 
alley, and it was the most horrifying experience of my life 
until my dead son explained our proper place in the 
cosmos to me. | cannot begin to describe how violating 
this was except to compare it. It's okay. You can look 
horrified. | allow it. 


Then he came to the heart of it. Here is the rest of what 
he said. 


Parents sacrifice for their children, don't they? Expend 
every little bit of flesh, will, intellect, everything they have 
so that their children may live an extra day in the hope of 
the sunshine that never ends. That's as it should be. You 
will remember. 


Many, many years ago, your kind left. We didn't figure 
out how until several centuries after, but somehow you 
transmitted yourselves far beyond even our reach. Some 
among you secretly understood the more forbidden 
aspects of space and time. You fled. 


Must | explain to you how your science is so woefully 
inadequate? How your knowledge was stolen, and how 
we whittled away the little bits of it until you convinced 
yourselves that you just appeared on your little planet, 
spontaneously? | will return some of your knowledge. 
You'll remember it, because your society, even so far 
removed from us, is teaching it to you even now. Crawl 
towards the beautiful undying place that you know exists, 
and you find that you turn on each other. Dragging each 
other back, sabotaging hints of hope. You find that to be 
a failing, when in actuality it is an inescapable part of our 
species. 


A system can be made perfect. The gossamer webs that 
connect our minds and our spirits and our souls can be 
made perfect, free from corruption. But it must be done 
with the knowledge of suffering. It must be done knowing 
that others are suffering on your behalf. Why that is, we 
cannot say. It does not matter. It merely is. Our very 
souls are in harmony with each other because we know 
that we lie at the center of nine points of privation and 
death. 


There are nine satellites to our realm. Our realm which 
you cannot deny is a glory. You've seen it yourself, 
Mother. 


God, he called me Mother. 


Your kind left the Planet of Hands many thousands of 
years ago. It has sat empty, a gap in our perfection, 
reminding us not of what we are missing, but of the 
joyous return that our prodigal mothers and fathers will 
soon make. 


There are limits to our abilities. We cannot simply travel 
to where you have chosen to exile yourselves. We must 
use more subtle means. Oh how we wish we could take 
you all in our arms. We have feast days for all of you, at 
home. One for each of the nine. The Feast of the Planet 
of Hands has become the greatest event of our year. 


We cannot embrace you, lead our beloved forebears 
back to their home. But we love you. And we love you so 
much, with all of our hearts and our souls, that we will 
show you how loved you truly are from across impossible 
distances beyond light. 


| make you this promise. All of you, | make this promise 
to, from the hearts of all of us at the center of the nine 
points. You will come back of your own free will. We will 
not need to show you how, for the knowledge already 
rests within you. We will not to need to explain why. You 
have seen the terrors that lurk outside of our protection. 


We will merely need to show you who we are. Who you 
are. Who all of us are. 


We will all be so much happier soon. Tomorrow shall be 
the greatest expression of our love we have ever 
conducted. 


And that was it. This abomination of my flesh explaining 
the world to me below, the bleeding man on the cross 
echoing his words above. | awoke screaming thirty 
minutes ago. 


Tell Three I'm sorry. 


The Man at the Threshold 


TO: O5-1 

FROM: 05-12 
RE: the end 
URGENCY: HIGH 


| hope this gets through. If you're like me, seeing things 
on the BBC and the New York Times before getting 
briefed on them by staff is doing a number on you. 


It's over. The only thing left is to tell you what | know. 


Two is dead. We only know that because she told us 
herself. Nice of her to leave a note, | guess. I've 
established contact with Three, Seven and Thirteen. The 
rest, who knows. There aren't any protocols for 
something like this. 


The best we can tell is that they put on a performance. 


THE MAN AT THE THRESHOLD 


Act One - Thirty-Five Years 


ACT ONE 
SCENE ONE 


0943 hours local time - disturbance in the vicinity of Giza Plateau, 
Egypt. Egyptian military mobilized in response to apparent mass 
gathering in front of the Great Sphinx, based on initial intelligence of 
a Muslim Brotherhood action. Embedded media present. Massive 
information leak of anomalous phenomena. 


0947 hours local time - spontaneous, powerful sandstorm encircling 


an approximately 100 km radius of the Great Sphinx. A battalion of 
the Egyptian Army is present to witness the performance. Four 
humanoids, appearing to be Semitic in appearance and clothed 
simply in white cloth and sandals, appear spontaneously at the 
scene as well. Several rounds discharged by soldiers present 
suggest that the humanoids are non-corporeal. The as-yet 
unidentified beings take no notice of any actions occurring around 
them. 


PROTEUS 
| hope that I'm not being improper when | say that I'm scared. 


MELLITA 
We're all scared, Proteus. This is the day that our cohort has been 
preparing for our entire lives. 


PROTEUS 
Three of us will be chosen. Have we made enough of our time here? 
Will it comfort us if we are cast outside? 


AGUS 
Just look at the things we've done together. We've mapped an 
unknown star system. Wrote a song that made us the heroes of the 
Summer Convocation. Scaled the Shadow Pass of the Mountain of 
Ice. | tell you, Proteus, if they cast me out today, | can say that no 
matter what comes after, it was all worth it. 


PROTEUS 
| hope to be as brave as you when | enter the chamber. 


MONASHIR 
All accept what they are given in the Threshold. 


MELLITA 
How could it be otherwise? 


AGUS 
How could it be otherwise? 


1017 hours local time - sandstorm intensifies briefly, obscuring all 
vision in the local area, before immediately subsiding. When visibility 


is reestablished, no anomalous humanoids are present. However, 
the Great Sphinx has been removed, replaced with a blue-light 
holographic projection, in the appearance of the Sphinx and of 
approximately the same size, with no discernible source. Numerous 
photographic and videographic records are taken and circulated. 
Existential threat to consensus reality in progress. 


ACT ONE 
SCENE TWO 


1148 hours local time - darkness falls midday in Tahrir Square in 
Cairo, Egypt. No evidence of a solar eclipse, cloud cover or any 
other possible cause of such conditions is apparent. Nine moons 
appear to be visible in the night sky. Riots begin almost immediately, 
and messages proclaiming the end times begin to be broadcast over 
PA systems attached to several local mosques. Images 
corresponding to the four humanoids appearing at the Great Sphinx 
are projected via an unknown source onto the side of the Mogamma 
building, visible to all within the square. Activity stops as sound 
begins to accompany the images. 


THE MAN 
This set of four, born on this day thirty-five years past, are you ready 
to enter? 


MELLITA, AGUS, MONASHIR 
We are. 


PROTEUS 
We are. 


THE MAN 
Do you see, as it has been intended, how even those cast into exile 
may have a taste of our beautiful world, and how those that remain 
have shared the shadow of death with those that must take their 
leave now? 


MELLITA, AGUS, MONASHIR 
We do. 


owner's socket, 525-1 will implant the base of each leg into the eye. 
Close inspection shows that the hooks at the base extend, 
effectively rooting the leg in position. 


If allowed to remain, 525-1 will lay what appear to be eggs in the 
socket of its host before climbing off (see Document #525-A). 


When in possession of an eye, 525-1 is no longer hostile and its 
movement is somewhat impeded. Curiously, 525-1 does not 
respond to visual stimuli, suggesting that it does not use the eye for 
sight. Dissection of a chimpanzee eye taken by 525-1 and retained 
for a period of one week revealed the formation of [DATA 
EXPUNGED]. Over time, the eye dehydrates, eventually turning the 
same reddish colour as SCP-525. After 2-3 weeks, 525-1 will 
abandon the eye and begin to search for another. 


Addendum #525-A: 525 responds to most large- to moderate-sized 
mammals. Reptiles, fish, and birds have provoked little response. 
When exposed to Crocodylus acutus, 525-1 attempted extraction, 
managing to blind the animal but otherwise failing. Thereafter, all 
instances of 525 have not responded to crocodiles, even those not 
present at the initial experiment. 


Document #525-A: Observation log of Subject D-1548 after 
exposure to 525-1. Report compiled by Dr. Weiss, dated / /20 . 


* Week 1: Medical staff on hand attend to D-1548. Fourteen 
ovoids resembling opaque toad eggs discovered embedded in 
the extraocular muscles. Three are removed and sent to the 
research lab. D-1548 placed under quarantine. 

¢ Week 2: D-1548's injury is healing as normal. Eggs show 
marginal swelling. D-1548 does not display unusual 
discomfort. Eggs stored in the lab have deliquesced. 

¢ Week 3: D-1548 complains of increasing "phantom pressure" 
in the socket. D-1548 demands a mirror to inspect the injury 
(request denied). Muscle tissue has healed over and obscured 
the eggs. 

¢ Week 4: D-1548 forcefully removes bandages and attempts to 
dig into the socket; is successfully restrained. 24 days after 
initial exposure, eleven fully-formed components of SCP-525 
erupt from D-1548's socket and begin to coalesce [DATA 


PROTEUS 
We do. 


THE MAN 
Look then, out at this world. On this day, this is the Threshold. This 
is the place where human society is made. It is here that the 
salvation of the few, so great in its perfection, so sacred in its 
magnificent beauty, is earned by the fate of the many. It is they who 
will make the ultimate sacrifice, and they who deserve our love and 
our honor most of all. Do you choose to pass the Threshold, of your 
own volition? 


MELLITA, AGUS, MONASHIR 
We do. 


PROTEUS 
We do. 


THE MAN 
Mellita Snowfall of the Shadow Peaks, step forward. 


MELLITA 
| stand ready. 


THE MAN 
You shall dwell on the Planet of Eyes. 


MELLITA 
l...1 accept my duty. 


THE MAN 
Agus Skysail, Third Denizen of the Watch Cliffs, you shall be taken 
to the Planet of Skin. 


AGUS 
| accept my duty. 
(AGUS appears to stumble slightly, close to fainting) 


THE MAN 
Monashir Violetlight, the Lady of the Tower. 


MONASHIR 


| stand ready. 


THE MAN 
You shall remain. Remember always the great love of your departed 
sisters and brothers, now and forevermore. 


MONASHIR 
I shall. 
(MONASHIR begins to weep) 


THE MAN 
Proteus Hammersmith the Wayfinder. 


PROTEUS 
| stand ready. 
(PROTEUS trembles)