| Know we never really sooke much, but you always kept 
me company. Stood by me when | was down. You 
listened to me even when | gave you the most 
outrageous commands. 


| should’ve been around more often. It must’ve been 
hard to stay in that empty house for eight hours a day. 
But that won't be the case anymore. Unless something 
happened to my will, my friend Tricia is going to come by 
soon and you're going to stay with her. 


Now is when most people would put in some kind of last 
request, but if you’re reading this, and understanding 
this, then | will be the happiest man in the graveyard. 


| wish we could play another round of fetch. 
| should have pet you more. 

You really were a man’s best friend. 

-Niklo Gerdinel 


A recording is to be delivered with the letter, and played 
at least once. It is to be left in the care of whoever 
receives it. 


The recording has been transcribed below: 


Oh, who's a good boy? You are! You're a good 
boy! Yes you are. You deserve all the treats. 
Yes you do. Yes you do. Because you're the 
best dog in the... in the whole world. Good 
boy. 


+ To Mr. and Mrs. Kiryu 
Hi Mom and Dad, 


Zyn and | are co-writing this letter because it felt like the 


right thing to do. We were told it was standard but 
optional protocol to have such a letter in the first place, 
but then, you've always encouraged us to go above and 
beyond the bare minimum, right? And siblings stick 
together. 


If you're reading this, then something has happened to 
one or both of us. Rest assured that we've taken all the 
proper steps to have you and everyone else in the 
immediate family cared for, including those overseas. 
I've made sure that any remaining funds in both our 
names will go to those who need them, and Auntie Rin's 
children can receive the same opportunities Mark and | 
were fortunate enough to have thanks to your hard work. 
As for your own retirement, we have done our best to 
ensure you may live with very few worries. It's the least 
we can do in exchange for all you've done for us. 


| don't like long letters because at that point a phone call 
or meeting in person just makes much more sense, but 
that's not really possible here so | suppose I'll write a 
little more. If you do hold a service for one or both of us, 
please don't let anyone attending wear black. It's 
depressing. I'd like my life to be remembered with 
balloons and pop music and people assuming that I'm 
just having a great extended vacation. I'm sure Zyn feels 
the same, but maybe without the balloons. 


Thank you for all the advice you have given us. And 
thank you for every time you told us you were proud of 
what we've done and who we are. We remember all the 
family trips, the visits to our aunts and uncles, the days 
you spent telling us about how to be strong in the world. 
For that, we are eternally grateful. More than anything, 
we don't want you to worry about us. 


Mom, we hope you sleep more soundly in the springtime. 
Dad, we hope you keep getting to see butterflies by your 
office window in autumn. And again, thanks for 
everything you've done for us. We'll be alright. 


~ Mark & Zyn 


+ To Gabe Merlo 
Hey Gabe, 
If you are reading this, then my luck has finally run out. 


I'm not really sure what to write here. | mean, what do 
you tell someone if you know that they'll only see it when 
you're dead? But hey, here goes nothing. 


Do you remember our third date. I've personally always 
called it the Great Train Wreck in my mind. Absolutely 
nothing went right. The restaurant lost the reservations, 
your car got a flat, and there was a torrential downpour. 
Most people would have been pretty pissed off, but you 
just took everything in good humor. That was the night | 
realized that the world could be falling down around you 
and you'd still Keep your stride, and that if the world fell 
down around me, you'd always be there to hold me up. 


And fuck, the world fell down around me a lot over the 
years. 


I'm so lucky that | could spend even a fraction of my life 
with you Gabe, and | know that without me Jessie will 
still be in great hands. Hell, you spent more time with her 
over the years than | did. 


| love you so much, Gabe. 
Don't ever let the world dim your shine. 


Sasha 


+ To Ralph Roget 


Ralphie, |'m finished. We both knew this was coming, 
myself more than you. 


That there will be any negotiations. The 
implementation of these orders will be out or 
will be offered 95 percent of species extinct. 
Will be returned to the implementation of the 
following: It is hatred (killed 33 who were not 
born yet, and seven others) that it is pestilence 
(killing 72 who were not born yet, eating five 
who were not born yet) that it is death (escape 
with the assistance of killers from war), that it 
is 


After this point, the transmission quickly deteriorated and 
became unintelligible. 


« SCP-874 | SCP-875 | SCP-876 » 


I've been falling recently. Don't worry, they didn't take 
that. It was my choice to keep it from you. It was the last 
thing you needed, with the weight of the world heaving 
itself on your shoulders. Theodore told me | would start 
having fits. Dizzy spells, body giving out on me. But | 
wouldn't have a walker. Not going out like that. I'm going 
to be on my own feet, or my back. It's more important 
that you're ready. Maybe that changed before you read 
this. | won't know. 


You're going to be alone now. We're the only family 
we've got, real ones. Even if we don't know how. | can 
remember when they started teaching you, when | would 
watch outside the classroom. One day you just started 
tilting your head like crazy. God, | was afraid. So many 
fears, maybe thinking you were having a seizure. Don't 
remember why | was afraid of that. So much is gone. 
Then it turned out you just needed to pee. Learning 
about what gramma did, hearing noises in the bathroom. 
It petrified you. I'm sorry you were born into this life. 
Maybe we had a choice, once, but that time is long 
forgotten. 


Can you control who you are if we can't even curate our 
own heads? That's the question our lives have to 
answer. Impossible to know where we came from, or 
whom we came with, who you are is going to be up to 
you. What kind of person do you want to be? Not a good 
or a bad one. That doesn't matter. What you already 
know about the Foundation's legacy proves that. 
Shouldering a burden nobody else can. Hoping we're 
doing something right. 


| remember your hugs, even in mindful places that have 
nothing but haze. Hold on to memories like those, the 
spots where they haven't scrubbed clean. Hold on to 
them like you held onto me. If you're reading this, you 
remember | love you. 


Gilly 


+ To Scip 
Hey, 


I'll try to put this as lightly as | can; “He’s dead, Jim.” You 
probably already knew this, but | thought you’d want a 
second opinion. 


You know how it is around here, so much life and death, 
so many secrets and world saving schemes, but finally it 
seems one of them called my number. Or | missed the 
big world reset. If that’s the case, | hope you can still 
remember me and are celebrating the world continuing 
to turn! Being completely forgotten wouldn't be the worst 
thing, though only if it meant fewer tears to go around. 


If it's the former though and you can still recall who | am, 
please tell mom and dad what we talked about. They 
don’t need to know everything, just that | love you all so 
much and I’m sorry | didn’t call them more often. | don’t 
believe in regrets, but | know the years started flying by 
once we got out into the world. Remember the best of 
me and for your sake, remember to do more of the things 
you want to do in life before your number comes up too. | 
believe in you. 


And if you’re reading this from deep inside a bunker 
while the world burns above you, I’m sorry | can’t be 
there to watch it burn with you. 


Love, your brother, 


Dr. Todd-King 


+ To my ex 
If you're reading this, it's too late. 


| need some company, | need some company, | need 
you to take my mind off being in my prime, some 
company... 


I'm not sure what your thoughts on Drake were, Jade. Of 
all the artists we spent ages talking about, not once did 
we talk about Drake. | don't know what you'd think of his 
style. Your tastes in rap leaned a lot more towards 
harder and darker stuff, so most likely you wouldn't have 
really liked him, | guess. | like that kind of poppy, soulful 
music, which is always why | preferred 808s & 
Heartbreak. No wonder that was your least favorite of 
Kanye's. 


What site do you work at nowadays? If it were Site-19, 
I'd surely have seen you around. The place is big, but it's 
not that big. Can't be Site-62, or else they'd have wiped 
you from my memories (though maybe you'd have 
preferred that). Area-02? I'd have gotten this sort of letter 
from you by now. Whichever site is probably low-danger 
and has safe objects. Let's say 64. Tell Dr. Avery | said 
hi! I'm sure he'd be happy to hear from me, though not 
under this set of circumstance. 


There's no format they give you to write these in, you 
know? (You know.) Sometimes they have you write 
these when you first join, sometimes before you're 
promoted, sometimes before a real dangerous mission, 
and sometimes whenever you'd like. Which one is it in 
my case? | don't think it matters. Really, I'm not sure it 
matters in most casess. They have suggested templates 
for any and all of those scenarios, but you lose the heart 
and soul of a personal goodbye in those. And I've never 
been good at saying goodbye, you know? (You know.) 


So instead, for you, | present my final words to world as 
this; a series of barely-related messages in the hopes 
that | can reach you emotionally, regardless of how you 
may feel about me. I'll have had to have fucked up real 
bad though in order for you to get this, so you probably 
won't feel much sympathy. Am | just overestimating how 
much you dislike me by now? | don't feel secure, if I'm 
being honest. 


Maybe | won't die though. | didn't die by hate crime, | 


didn't die by suicide, and | didn't die mentally, so | 
definitely won't die physically. I'll live for-goddamned- 
ever, such is my will. You'll never have to read this, so 
this is all just for me and my benefit. But if somehow, | 
die, well... | trust you more than anoyne else save for 
myself. 


| think the best memory we have of each other wasn't 
any of the sex, or the dancing, or cuddling, but on 
December 31, 2011. Jeffery got us joints and we all got 
high and watched movies about music that entire day. 
What was it, the second or third film? We saw that Janis 
Joplin movie and it was fine, but the ending song really 
got to me. | was full-on crying. You have to remember 
that, | rarely ugly cry like that. How did it end again? 


Just remember in the winter 

Far beneath the bitter snows 

Lies the seed that with the sun's love 
In the spring becomes the rose. 


Hah. Cheesy and predictable, isn't that just like me? 
Pour le temps, mon ami, adieu. 


If You Have a Minute Why Don't We Go Talk About it 
Somewhere Only We Know 


"I'm on my way." 


Dr. Jeffrey Jacobs put the phone down. He kicked the door open 
before moving into the hall with his pistol leveled. The hallway was 
empty except for the collapsed ceiling. Smoke rose from the pile of 
broken ceiling tiles. Electrical wires hanging out of the ceiling 
sparked in the darkness. Jacobs heard the sound of something 
wheezing behind him and spun around. 


Dr. Jacobs sighed at the sight of a green haired monster that 
scraped the ceiling. It loped in his direction as soon as he noticed it. 
Dr. Jacobs shook his head and opened fire while running forward. 
The beast screamed in rage and continued forward. Dr. Jacobs slid 
to the floor at the last second and continued to fire as he went 
through the thing's legs. The beast took spun in place and took two 
steps towards Jacobs before it stopped and fell backwards. 


Dr. Jacobs stood up and replaced his empty magazine. The 
containment breach siren began to sound. The entire facility rocked 
as he stood up. He ran down the hall and turned left at the end of it. 
A huge fire blocked his way in this direction, so he grabbed a fire 
extinguisher off the wall and went to work. The fire wasn't quite out 
before he heard the screeching of metal. 


The wall behind Jacobs exploded outward into a spray of shrapnel 
and motes of fire. A dervish of flame and dust screamed at him as 
he lifted the nozzle of the extinguisher. It rushed forward as he 
pulled the lever and the scream intensified. He could feel the heat 
on his face as the entity fought through the chemicals that soewed 
out of the nozzle. The entity reached forward and swung at Jacob's 
face as the living flame flickered and died out. 


Jacobs wiped his brow and turned to run through the flames. The 
blaring of the breach alarms were constant as he ran down the halls. 


It became harder and harder to tell the red light cast by the flames 
from the emergency lights on the walls. 


Jacobs burst through the cafeteria doors and made it about halfway 
across the floor. The sound of automatic gunfire caused him to drop 
and flip a table for defense. To Jacobs' surprise, the medium 
velocity rounds failed to pierce the table. Foundation engineering. 
Jacobs was running out of time. The gunfire continued until Jacobs 
heard a high pitched scream. 


Jacobs hazarded a peek over the top of his shield. The man on the 
far side of the cafeteria was lying face down with a young boy 
attached to his back. The child looked up at Jacobs. He saw the 
child's mouth, round and filled with layers of razor sharp teeth, 
covered in blood. It went back to its grim work and Jacobs ran out of 
the cafeteria. 


Outside of the cafeteria was an office door with a nameplate: Dr. 
Charlotte Lafayette. 


Dr. Jacobs knocked. 
"Wh-who is it?" 


"It's me," he said, cursing himself immediately afterward for not 
saying his name. 


It didn't matter, he heard a loud sigh of relief and the moving of 
furniture on the other side of the door. The door flew open and he 
went inside. The two of them pushed the furniture back up against 
the door before taking a moment to look at each other. 


The look turned into a hug. As they began to separate she pulled 
him in to a kiss. 


The building rocked again and they stumbled together. 
Dr. Lafayette smiled up at him. "I thought you were dead." 
"So did I." 


"What do you want to do?" 


Jacobs brushed frazzled hair from the side of her face. "Already did 
it." 


The two of them leaned back against the wall opposite the door and 
slid down. She leaned her head onto his shoulder and they sat 
together for Site-13's last few minutes. 


ii tab po c h20 ghs prn pain 


"| must say, I've never had such a young client before, Mr. Fendrel." 
"Still haven't. We've met before, Mardbury." 


"No, it's quite clear in the records. I've never met you before, Mr. 
Fendrel. Perhaps | worked with a friend, or a relative with a different 
surname?" 


"A few years ago, an imbecilic man who'd dumped all his money into 
one stock came to you for assistance. His name was Greene." 


"Gregory Greene | remember. | take it you work, or have worked 
with him?" 


"When he came to your office, he had his entire portfolio inside a 
single folder. Back then, you only had a walking stick. Greene stood 
here- right here- and timidly pushed the folder to you. Your exact 
words were: ‘Jesus, look at you.’ " 


"What are you doing?" 


"Mardbury, 'Arthur Fendrel' is just a nice little change that | use 
nowadays. Between you and me... | am Greene." 


"| see what this is. You could not have picked a worse person to 
impersonate. None of us may be dying, but none of us are getting 
younger either. Greene was ten years my senior and- "