SCP-644: Oh, yes indeed. Wondertainment products are 
fully tested, come with a lifetime guarantee, and are 
designed to enrich your child's imagination through fun 
exploration. 


Dr. Latimer: You mentioned something about children 
fitting some requirement to receive toys. Could you 
elaborate? 


SCP-644: Well, you see, you can't just give this kind of 
craftsmanship to just anybody. You give the average kid 


Willhein begins screaming, for minutes, after which 
there is no speech. SCP-542 can be heard humming to 
himself, and SCP-347 is believed to be the source of 
crying heard in background./ 


/FURTHER LOGS FROM AUDIO SYSTEM 1134-b 
EXCLUDED DUE TO LACK OF RELEVANCY/ 


Camera Feed 17-4a, PA System Control Room, / / 
0800 Room is empty and silent. Feed is stationary. 


0811 Explosions are heard. A large piece of concrete 
falls on the desk, severely damaging the PA system. 
Camera is jolted, but undamaged. 


0812 Screams and sirens are audible. 
0823 Gunfire is audible. 


0843 Two unidentified persons in full body armor enter 
the room. They carry machine guns of unknown caliber 
and manufacture. They converse, although the details of 
their conversation are inaudible. 


0846 Both persons exit room. 


0900 Room is empty. Gunfire, screams, and sirens are 
audible. Feed is stationary. 


0904 One unidentified person in full body armor enters 
the room armed with a gun similar to those of the 
persons visible at 0843. The individual is accompanied 
by a male in a humanoid SCP uniform, later identified as 
SCP-890, who appears to be carrying a suitcase. 


0905 SCP-890: "Alright, where is the patient?" 


0905 The unidentified individual motions towards the PA 
system. SCP-890 turns to face the individual. 


0905 SCP-890: "Those wounds are nonlethal. | saw 
many more severe cases in need of assistance on the 
way here. Are you sure this is the one you want healed? 


0906 The unidentified individual nods. 
0906 Unidentified Individual: [inaudible] 


0906 SCP-890: "That's certainly an odd request, but | 
think | see what you're going for. These are hardly ideal 
conditions, though. The patient will have their voice back, 
but | can't guarantee that they will live very long 
afterwards. 


0907 SCP-890 opens the suitcase, revealing a full 
compliment of surgical tools. The PA system appears to 
transform into a mass of flesh. 


0908 SCP-890 begins operating on the mass of flesh. 
The unidentified individual stands facing the door. 


Camera Feed 17-12b, Security Station Alpha Delta 


0800 Security team is absent from station. (note: This 
has been determined to be the result of a scheduling 
conflict) 


0811 Explosion seen at far end of hallway. Camera feed 
lost. 


0845 Camera function restored. Dr. Johannes Sorts and 
an animate clay statue (a SCP-945 replica) wearing a 
burnt technician's jacket are standing on rubble and 
peering into the lens. Five other SCP-945 replicas are 
wearing assorted remains of security uniforms and 
carrying weapons, manning the security station. 


Dr. Sorts: (addressing the technician replica) "What else 
is not working here, Joesph?" 


"Joseph" (believed to be replica of Joseph Pullman, KIA 


at 0811): "This camera is working, but the door locks on 
this level are all still out, and the Public Address system 
is not responding. The alarms are off but | think | can..." 


0847 Alarms restored, sirens sound throughout area. 


Dr. Sorts:""Yes thank you Joseph that is very helpf-" 
(screaming, then static camera cuts out for 
approximately three minutes) 


0850 Security replicas are engaged in gunfight with 
unknown forces at end of hall. "Joseph" replica and Dr. 
Sorts are crouched within the security station. 


Dr. Sorts: "Hold your fire! Hold your fire! Dammit! Just try 
not to kill - [inaudible] that's one of our [inaudible]" 


Two members of unknown forces in full body armor hold 
position at far end of hall. Unidentified individual wearing 
a standard humanoid SCP uniform is moved down the 
hall and out of view by a third member of unknown 
forces. 


0900 Unknown forces and security replicas remain in 
cover for ten minutes, little gunfire is exchanged. Dr. 
Sorts is attempting to give instructions to replicas. 


Dr. Sorts: [inaudible] "— to kill... because ... because we 
need prisoners is why! And also..." [inaudible] 


0910 Member of unknown forces throws grenade into 
security station. Security replica retrieves grenade and 
runs down the hall to the position held by unknown 
forces. Replica takes several dozen rounds to the arms 
and legs and crumbles to inanimate pieces 
approximately two meters from the end of the hallway. 
Grenade rolls back into the position held by unknown 
forces. There is an explosion, both hostile agents appear 
to be killed. 


0911 Dr. Sorts exits security station and approaches 


unknown forces. 


0913 An instance of SCP-945 steps out of the wall 
behind Dr. Sorts as he examines the hostile agents. Dr. 
Sorts notes its arrival and tries to communicate. 


0914 New instance of SCP-945 retrieves weapon from 
fallen hostile agent and aims it at Dr. Sorts. 


Dr. Sorts "It's a replica of the enemy! Shoot it! Shoot it!" 
0915 Camera feed lost 


0920 Camera feed restored. "Joseph" replica adjusts the 
lens. Security replicas are exchanging fire with two 
replicas that have taken the position previously held by 
hostile agents. The two groups appear to be purposefully 
missing each other, one replica goes through the 
motions of aiming and firing without discharging any 
ammunition. Dr. Sorts is not on camera. No alarms are 
being sounded. 


0921 "Joseph" replica is pulling what appears to be a 
long cord of veins and muscle tissue from from the wall. 


"Joseph" "Now to check the PA system... my god, what 
is this? We have a containment breach!" 


0922 Replica of security agent sounds the alarm again. 
Sirens are heard along with sporadic gunfire. 


*AUDIO/VIDEO TRANSCRIPT - TRACKING INDIVIDUALS 
DESIGNATE "Senior Staff Dr. A. Rights" AND "Research Staff 
Dr. W. Zurn" 

006* 


/Relevant transcript begins at / /20 // as captured 
by Security Camera/Audio system 211-/; Hallway. Status 
in video: Largely rubble. SCP-457 is observed to be 
devouring a human corpse through immolation, victim 
unidentified. After minutes, SCP-457 travels down the 


hallway. Fragments of audio logs reveal words./ 


SCP-457: Hungry...hungry...burn...large burn...like 
sun...So hungry...want food...want fuel...hungry... 


/Relevant transcript of Security Camera/Audio system 
211; ends at // |/ 


*AUDIO/VIDEO TRANSCRIPT - TRACKING INDIVIDUALS 
DESIGNATE "Senior Staff Dr. A. Rights" AND "Research Staff 
Dr. W. Zurn" 

007* 


/Relevant transcript begins at / /20 // as captured 
by Security Camera/Audio system 924-f; Hallway. Status 
in video: Intact. Dr. Zurn emerges from door, slamming it 
shut behind him. Faint shouting can be heard./ 


Dr. Zurn: Sorry! I'm sorry! 
/Dr. Zurn continues down hallway, out of range./ 


/Relevant transcript of Security Camera/Audio system 
924-fends at // |/ 


Audio-Visual Transcript, Site 17 D-Class Cafeteria, / / 


Unidentified D-class: Listen up, you lousy shits! | don’t 
have any idea who these fuckers are or what they’re 
after or whatever the fuck is going on, but you know 
what? | don’t fucking care. Because something tells me 
you won’t get three meals, a roof and a chance at parole 
if they’re the ones in charge. Did you see what they did 
to Jacob? Not to me, fuck no! You can escape if you 
want, but | for one.... 


[Individual is beaten down by another D-Class. Riot 
breaks out.] 


Interview: Research Assistant Corbette/Site Director 


Portion of Interview Between Research Assistant 
Corbette and Site Director 


<Begin Interview Log> 


Site Director : Corbette! | don't care about how 
stale your muffin was, get to the point of the explosion. 


Research Assistant Corbette: Ok, ok, sorry. So, I'm 
eating my muffin, right? And suddenly | hear this big 
boom and there's alarms blaring everywhere and | don't 
know what the fuck to do, I'm just looking after all the 
Misters, right? And then | get an emergency memo from 
the boss, and he says to me, "Evacuate all the Misters." 
And | mean there's only four of them here right now, so it 
isn't that hard. So | put down my muffin, and I'm like, 
"Holy shit guys, we gotta get outta here!" 


Site Director : So you were instructed by Dr. 
Hayward to evacuate his projects? 


Research Assistant Corbette: Yeah, so | handcuff 
Forgetful to myself because, y'know, every 20 seconds 
he has no idea what the shit is going on. And then | 
handcuff Chameleon to Hungry, and Moon just kinda 
hobbles along with us on his cane. 


Site Director : And it was a waning moon, so he 
was missing the majority of his face, yes? 


Research Assistant Corbette: Yeah, he could only see 
through one eye. Everything else was covered. 


Transcript of Video Log from Hallway 21, outside designated 
"Misters" corridor 


<Begin Video Log> 


(Research Assistant Corbette enters the hallway 


handcuffed to SCP-909. Following is SCP-913 and 
SCP-905 handcuffed together. Behind is SCP-917, 
struggling to keep pace with Research Assistant 
Corbette. Research Assistant Corbette turns around.) 


Research Assistant Corbette: Moon, catch the up! This 
is an evacuation, you lard-ass! 


SCP-917: (Muffled speaking) 
Research Assistant Corbette: What? 
SCP-917: (Muffled speaking) 


Research Assistant Corbette: Ok, does somebody 
have the braille book. | have no idea what this guy's 
saying. 


SCP-913: He says he can hear gunfire down the 
evacuation route with his one good ear. 


Research Assistant Corbette: Aw, fuck. Ok, guys, 
we're gonna have to find another way out of here. Um... 
anybody have a map? 


0823 to 0915: Breakdown 


It is at this point that the situation escalated to a full-out 
Tempest Night scenario, as multiple containment 
breaches occured throughout the facility, causing near- 
complete loss of containment. Ironically, a significant 
portion of the containment breaches were caused by 
Foundation personnel themselves, in an attempt to stop 
the incursion by the unknown hostile force. Secondary 
containment breaches followed, resulting in the 
Foundation-Wide Alert Status being upgraded to Red. 


The result was complete loss of situational control. 
Without a central coordinating authority, individual 
Foundation personnel were working at cross-purposes, 


interfering with and even counteracting each others' 
actions. In at least one case, a Foundation scientist's 
heroic sacrifice in maintaining containment of a Euclid- 
Class artifact was immediately rendered null and void 
when another Foundation researcher immediately 
breached containment of said artifact with the intent to 
use it aS a weapon against the insurgent forces. 


The situation would continue until the re-establishment of 
intra-site communications by Secretary Adams. By that 
point, however, the situation had proceeded past the 
point of no return. Many of the SCP artifacts had broken 
through the site lockdown and escaped into the wild. 
Mission priority then changed from securing the 
breached artifacts to surviving the crisis. 


Transcript of Video Log from Storage Vault 2 


0810 Research Assistant Harold Wachtel enters the 
storage vault with SCP-494, and approaches its 
containment locker 


0811: Locker 3425-A8 explodes on the far end of the 
room, knocking over several shelves and dumping their 
contents to the floor. Research Assistant Harold Wachtel 
becomes partially buried under many containment 
lockers. For the next 45 seconds, only his head moves. 


0812: Research Assistant Harold Wachtel nods to 
himself, then dons 494. He reaches into his breast 
pocket and begins pulling out a paper tissue, then tears 
off a small piece of it. He lifts the far end of one of the 
lockers on his chest with a grimace. 


0817: Containment locker becomes made out of paper 
tissue. Scrap of paper tissue becomes a small shard of 
steel. Research Assistant Harold Wachtel tears off a 
small piece of the containment locker, then lifts up the 
end of another locker. 


[REDACTED FOR LACK OF RELEVANCY] 


0848: Containment locker becomes made out of paper 
tissue. Scrap of paper tissue becomes a shard of rubber- 
lined steel. SCP-447-2 begins oozing out of containment 
locker. Research Assistant Harold Wachtel says 
something, later confirmed to be "[EXPLETIVE 
REDACTED)". 


0849: Research Assistant Harold Wachtel begins 
rubbing SCP-447-2 on himself. 


0851: Using SCP-447-2 as a lubricant, Research 
Assistant Harold Wachtel slips out from under the 
remaining lockers. He then proceeds to remove 
SCP-494, shove them in his right sock, and begin 
wrapping SCP-447-1 in paper tissue from the lockers. 


Debriefing: Research Assistant Harold Wachtel 
Excerpt from interview conducted by O5- , regarding 
Research Assistant Harold Wachtel’s involvement in 
Incident 234-900-Tempest Night-1. 


O5- : Why did you bring 447 with you? 


Wachtel: I'd missed my check-in by then, and since no- 
one had come looking for me, | was assuming the worst. 
| didn't want any hostiles getting their hands on it and 
exposing it to a dead body. 


O5- : Is that also why you took off your lab coat and 
trousers, and threw them in the incinerator? 


Wachtel: Yes, sir. 


Audio Log from Hallway 43, outside the armory 


Agent Lombardi: "Okay, grab some guns, and let's beat 
feet. I'll cover you." 


Agent Vance: "Um, sir?" 


Agent Lombardi: "That is not a happy sounding um. 
Why are you making an unhappy um?" 


Agent Vance: "It's... gone, sir." 


Agent Lombardi: "The fuck do you mean, gone? The 
guns are missing?" 


Agent Vance: "No sir. The armory. The room is 
missing." 


Agent Lombardi: "Let me see. Jesus. You're right. This 
hallway's also too short. | fucking hate Eschers. Come 
on. We'll have to improvise." 


Agent Vance: "With what? Sir, we have no weapons." 


Agent Lombardi: "Sure we do. What do you think we 
been collecting all these years?" 


Excerpt from Video Log of Security Camera 00294727: 


0830: Camera feed shows entrance to containment 
chamber of SCP-632. Sirens are heard in background. 


0836: Sirens get louder. A muted explosion is heard off- 
screen to the right, sounding like "popping a wet 
balloon". Blood splatters onto camera, presumably from 
unknown source of explosion. 


0837: A plump young female exits containment chamber 
of SCP-632, identified by name tag to be Researcher 
Min. She turns head in direction of explosion, appears 
stunned for a few seconds before withdrawing back into 
the containment chamber. 


0838: Researcher Min exits containment chamber 
donning protective lab goggles, hurriedly running to the 
left of the screen. In her hand is an ice box, presumed to 


a relativistic racecar, he's just gonna leave it on the shelf 
and go... stare at the sun or something. 


SCP-644: No, no. We're looking for a higher caliber. 
Someone so imaginative... someone who will really 
appreciate the work that goes into this stuff. All around 
great kid. 


Dr. Latimer: What kind of work? What do you do at 
‘Wondertainment'? 


SCP-644: | mean, | don't want to go on about myself... 
This is about your kids, right? 


Dr. Latimer: | need to know | can trust you as a source. 


SCP-644: Smart, smart. | guess that's why you're the 
doctor, and I'm just mister. Ha. They call me a marketing 
consultant, but really, I'm involved at every step of the 
process. 


Dr. Latimer: How did you become so valued by the 
organization? 


SCP-644: Lots of hard work, | assure you. But at first, 
maybe luck. See, | was just a young guy, maybe thirty or 
so, but | get approached by this older guy, né 
Wondertainment, who offers me a chance to get really 
involved in something... special, you know? 


Dr. Latimer: Didn't you say you knew 'Wondertainment' 
in college?