Second, having tried and failed to find some 
form of postage, | at long last posed an inquiry 
with Mr. Manny about my predicament and he 
was more than willing to spirit the communique 
on its course. | am uncertain how Mary will 
react to that which | have intoned on that page, 
though as long as she takes the money 
enclosed within, | am contented. Mad or not, | 
must do this for them. 


Till tomorrow. 
-H VY Ww 


August 10, 1932 

"lam worried. At first | thought | could handle 
this, forming a show from scratch. Yet now, 
with all these additions Mr. Fuller is insistent 
on adding it is working both me and the 
animals into exhaustion. | practice with them, 
day and night. By God, | dream about the 
damn practices! It is all no good. | can't do it, | 
just can't! Perhaps that was the real reason 
Mr. Sherwood dismissed me, all those days or 
weeks or months ago (I do not know which, 
time is... foggy). |, for all | deny it, am simply 
too poor an equestrian. | never trained 
Officially. All | have learned, | have taught 
mysel. 


And it is not enough. 


What is worse, | still have not received any 
word from Mary. | have written her at least ten 
times since my initial letter, but Manny claims 
he has yet to receive any correspondence in 
return. Could it truly be that she thinks me 
mad? | hope not. Perhaps, one day, when this 
business Is all over, | will be able to return to 
her and Jezebel. This is all for them, afterall. 


| think | need a drink. Till tomorrow. 
-H ¥. w 


August 16, 1932 

"Mr. Fuller came today to see an example of 
how my work had progressed... | doubt he 
was impressed. The horses were a mess, all 
stepping out of sync, stopping suddenly at 
even the most momentary distractions; one 
almost bucked me off while | was riding it. If 
anything, | think they have gotten worse under 
my tutelage. 


When the whole disastrous ordeal was over, 
the Ringmaster had already left. | fear the 
worst. | have already begun packing my 
things, but | cannot seem to find my saddle. 


Papa always said that it is during these times 
that men must reconcile with themselves. He 
was right. It was not until now, left with the 
prospect of losing this work, that i can finally 
see my own lies. In truth, | did not take this job 
out of devotion to my wife or daughter, though 
| love them both dearly. There is no security in 
this work- no prospects- nothing on which one 
can build a family. No, | took on this job for the 
same reason | left them to travel with the 
Barnum & Bailey Circus in the first place: 


selfishness. 


Writing that out really does not make me feel 
better about it. 


Till tomorrow. 
-H VY Ww 


August 19, 1932 
"Mr. F... he offered me a solution to my 
predicament. And I- well- I- 


NO- NO- NO- 


This is not right. How am | even thinking about 
doing something like this?! It is sick! It is 
wrong! Could | even look at myself in the 
mirror if | went through with it? How could | 
ever be a father to Jezebel? How could | ask 
forgiveness for something so heinous? Would | 
even deserve it? 


What Mr. Fuller is offering though- all my 
dreams, since | was a little boy, of riding 
horses with natural talent, having the animal 
move as | do, breath as | do, respond to the 
slightest command. 


Oh, he made it clear, it is my choice. But what 
kind of choice is that? 


-H VY " 


[UNDATED] 

"I did it. | just... | did it and | want whoever is 
reading this to know, | am not proud of it. | am 
not. | still have the blood on my hands. | cant 
get it off. It is everywhere. The saddle- (I want 
to retch just thinking about it) was covered in it, 
thick, viscous blood and mucus and black milk 
and- and so many other fluids, all mixed 


together. But, when it was all over, | could hear 
it. It was in my mind, just as | was in its. And it 
moved. And | moved. And God, now | am 
laughing and crying and heaving through my 
stomach is empty. 


The Man is rebranding my show, the posters 
were already drawn up. | walked past one 
back on my way to my room: “SEE THE 
MAGNIFICENT, H Y_ , THE 
NECROMANCER EQUESTRIAN 
EXTRAORDINAIRE!” 


Somewhere in my chest | can feel a sinking 
dread. | fear this is what Mr. Fuller had always 
intended. 


-H Y " 


INPUT LEVEL 04 CLEARANCE 
TEST-LOG-22 


DESCRIPTION: Test-22 was approved by 
Site-102 administration on / /2016. This test 
was meant to determine as to if SCP-3886 
could be practically employed as a method of 
covert infiltration/ data extraction with captured 
enemy cadavers. D-1458 was instructed to 
memorize a sequence of 14 geometric shapes 
over a period of seven days (being informed 
that successful repetition at the end of seven 
days would earn the subject freedom.) The 
subject was then summarily terminated. 


[15:17:27]: SCP-3886-01, holding SCP-3886, 
enters test chamber accompanied by four 


armed guards. 


[15:17:45]: SCP-3886-01 is instructed to place 
SCP-3886 on cadaver of D-1458. 


[15:17:52]: SCP-3886-01 refuses to comply 
with orders. 


[15:18:01]: SCP-3886-01 is reminded that 
refusal to comply with Foundation staff orders 
during testing may result in punitive measures. 


[15:18:06]: SCP-3886-01 approaches and 
fastens SCP-3886-01 around D-1458’s chest. 


[15:18:35]: D-1458 does not move for a period 
of fifteen minutes, during which security staff 
approach the cadaver and signal to call off 
testing. 


[15:33:41]: D-1458, from here on dubbed 
‘SCP-3886-03,’ gasps and, with 
unprecedented agility, leaps to its feet. 
Security personnel and SCP-3886-01 retreat 
to the edge of the containment chamber, 
though D-1458 does not seem to notice them. 


[15:33:52]: D-1458, standing remarkably still 
and not exhibiting any autonomic functions 
(breathing, blinking, even minute movement of 
the eyes), begins to speak. The voice is 
anomalously amplified by unknown means, the 
words of which seem to emanate somewhere 
within the entity’s chest as opposed to via 
D-1458’s mouth. 


[15:33:52]: “LADIES, GENTLEMEN, 
UNSPEAKABLE HORRORS OF ALL AGES, | 
WOULD LIKE TO WELCOME YOU ALL TO 
HERMAN FULLER'S CIRCUS OF THE 
DISQUIETING!” 


[15:33:59]: “TODAY YOU ARE IN FORA 
ONCE-IN-A-LIFETIME OCCASION. TODAY, 
TO THIS VERY STAGE, THERE COMES A 
MAN- NEIGH, A CREATURE, FROM 
BEYOND THE ASHEN WAVES OF THE 
BALTIC SEA, WHO RULES OVER SEVEN 
UNEARTHLY KINGDOMS AND STRIKES 
FEAR INTO THE HEARTS OF ALL WHO 
GAZE UPON HIS HORRIBLE VISAGE- A 
FRIGHTENING AND POWERFUL 
NECROMANCER WHOS EQUESTRIAN 
DANSE MACABRE WILL PUT ALL OTHERS 
BEFORE AND AFTER IT TO SHAME: | GIVE 
YOU, THE ONE, THE ONLY: LORD H 

eg oie 


[15:34:04]: SCP-3886-03 smiles, applauding 
politely for thirty seconds before suddenly 
slumping back to the floor, inert. 


NOTES: "SCP-3886-01 claims to not have had 
any control over SCP-3886-03’s actions during 
this event. Repeated testing will be necessary 
to confirm this avenue closed, but for now, the 
results do not look promising. 


Of further interest, during post-event autopsy, 
it was found that there was a large amount of 
an unidentified black-fluid like substance built 
up in SCP-3886-03's heart, lungs and 
stomach. The purpose of this fluid and its 
relation to SCP-3886 is unknown. Substance 
analysis is inconclusive at this time." 


-SCP-3886 Head Researcher, Dr. Arnold Rie 


December 3, 1983 
(The following was the final entry in 
Document-3886-01. Unlike all previous 


entries, it is written in English.) 


ag 


Once in a lifetime’ my ass. It's all a lie of 
course, 2 little lie, a lie the audience knows is a 
lie, just like my being some ‘powerful 
necromancer’ or whatever other spin Manny 
thinks will draw in the crowds. But it is a lie 
nonetheless. 


My life has been built on lies, even before | 
joined this circus. | lied to my wife about why 
my running off to the carnival was for her sake. 
| lied to my daughter when | promised | would 
come home one day. | lied to myself when | 
thought | was being honest. 


But of all the masses Manny can bewitch with 
his multitude of convenient un-truths, the only 
one he can never convince is Mr. Fuller 
himself. 


To Mr. Fuller, |!am a disappointment. Even 
now, even after | gave up my life, my 
conscience, perhaps even my soul, to the 
man, to serve in this little demented caravan, | 
can never be the thing he was truly looking for 
all those years ago when he sent Manny to 
fetch me: 


A replacement. 


| have heard her name, or whispers of it at 
least. A real necromancer- not some fake 
stage-artist with a saddle polluted by 
Lovecraftian profanity like me. No she, that 
‘Bog Witch’ made flesh and bone sing. | heard 
the two might've been a bit more than 
colleagues, but you can never trust clown-talk. 


And then, one day, she ran away from him. 


Of course, he took precautions with me. You 
know it took me four years before | noticed that 
little sub clause of the contract? There | was, 
thinking about how | would repent my sins, flee 
and forget this entire nightmare ever 
happened. | didn't make it to the treeline 
before that damned saddle yanked me back 
like | was some dog pulling on the edge of its 
fucking leash. 


So here | am. Older. No wiser. | have seen 
things no one man my age should ever see. | 
have looked up from the surface of alien 
planets. | have performed in front of audiences 
of undulating souls. | have talked with Clowns 
and danced with the dead. 


And | am tired of it all. 


My only hope is that Mr. Fuller will not continue 
his vain search in my absence. May this 
saddle, and all my failures it represents, rest in 
peace.“ 


This document, dubbed Document-3886-02, 
was discovered affixed to the bottom of 
SCP-3886 after initial recovery on / /2010. 


“Dear My Upside-down Friend 


So, by now you have no doubt heard the 
news. | am sure Icky and her Clowns are 
pleased; we never did get along. 


| apologize that | have not left you with much 
time for what must be done, but you and | both 


impossibly wide smile. Said “Smiling Man” was apparently leaning in 
toward SCP-507 when it turned on the light, the end result being that 
their faces were almost touching. Smiling Man then remarked “Back 
so soon?” before subject switched the light off again, discharged all 
the rounds in its firearm at the general vicinity of the man, and once 
more curled up into the nearest corner until shifted back into our 
reality. 


* Request: None. 


Those with Level 2 Security Clearance may read a full list by 
accessing document #507-3B 


Those with Level 2/507 Security Clearance should also see 
Interview 507-G for evidence of a particularly noteworthy shift. 


Addendum 507-00: Agent went missing on [EXPUNGED] at the 
same time as SCP-507. A full scale search was launched to find 
either of them, only for SCP-507 to appear a week later. When 
questioned, it said that was holding onto its shoulder when it 
shifted, leading to both of them to appear in an alternate dimension 
where [EXPUNGED]. During the ensuing chaos, SCP-507 lost 
contact with and could not relocate him before it shifted back into 
“standard” reality. A new protocol has been placed in light of this - 
no one is to come in physical contact with SCP-507 after two weeks 
following a displacement. Reevaluation of previous incidents has 
shown that there have always been at least two weeks between 
each, so this timeframe will be the only “safe” time to touch SCP-507 
until further notice. 


Addendum 507-01: | don’t care how much he grumbles about it; 
SCP-507 is not to be cleared for challenging SCP-076-2 to fifty 
rounds of Tic-Tac-Toe. Just... no. -Dr. 


Addendum 507-02: Fungus encountered by SCP-507 seems 
similar to that resulting from experimentation with SCP-407. 


« SCP-506 | SCP-507 | SCP-508 » 


knew it would come to this. Fuller is growing 
worse day by the day and if I didn't do this on 
my own terms, he certainly would have on his. 


That Clown magic | performed on that saddle, | 
didn't just sell away my own soul that day- | 
sold away Jezebel’s as well. ‘Sins of the 
fathers’ and all that. You have seen what 
Herman is willing to do to achieve his own 
ends. Do you really think for a second that he 
won't go after my girl? 


| may not have been the best father. She 
probably does not even know who | am. But, 
even so, | refuse to let this man... this thing, or 
his damned Circus, have her. 


Enclosed within this package is the saddle, my 
personal journal and what little money | have 
earned over these last five decades. With the 
last, | hope that you get it to Jezebel, she 
should be out of that orphanage by now. For 
the other two | only ask that you get rid of 
them. Put them somewhere Fuller will never 
look. 


Did you know | still see my wife? Even after all 
these years, every time | sit atop that thing, 
every time | look in one of those corpse’s 
glassy eyes, | see her. She still screams in my 
head, begging me to stop as | plunge the knife 
into her chest. But I don't stop. Not even in my 
dreams. Again and again, her blood drips onto 
the saddle. It mixes with that awful black stuff. 
It pools in my fists. 


It is time for me to pay for my crimes, Manny. If 
hell exists, | walk to it willingly. 


-H Y " 


Footnotes 

1. The current SCP-3886-01 subject is one Junior Researcher 'P 
T ,’who came in contact with SCP-3886 during containment 
breach on /17/2015. 

2. 1-5 days from clinical death, on average 

3. Defined as large enough to wear SCP-3886 

4.Canis lupus familiaris 


SCP-3887: Monster under the bed 


Item #: SCP-3887 


Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3887-A is to be housed 
within a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-17. A one-way 
mirror is to be positioned on the opposite side of the bed. At least 
two personnel should be stationed in the observation room at all 
times. SCP-3887-A must receive a vitamin integrator with its 
ordinary food intake due to minor health issues. 

To maintain SCP-3887-A's mental health and ensure its 
cooperation, it has been allowed control of the lights inside its cell. In 
case of emergency, control of said lights can still be overridden by 
monitoring personnel in the observation room to limit or otherwise 
impair aggressive behavior from SCP-3887-B. SCP-3887-A must be 
supplied with new socks every three days. 


Since containment, SCP-3887-A has made the following requests: 


One computer with internet connection. (Denied.) 

One computer with access to SCP-3887-A's old game gallery. 
(Approved, under the condition any updates are made off- 
site.) 

A house cat. (Denied.) 

A gaming controller. (Approved.) 

Access to up-to-date entertainment media. (Approved.) 
Access to on-site recreational areas. (Denied. SCP-3887-A is 
allowed access to the on-site gym for health issues once per 
week while accompanied by at least one Level 03 Personnel 
provided with a 320 Lux flashlight.) 


Description: SCP-3887-A is a 24 year old woman of European 
descent, formerly known as . SCP-3887-A was a resident of 

, Missouri. SCP-3887-A has been in complete cooperation with 
the Foundation after the events of Incident-3887-A-1. 


SCP-3887-B is a humanoid entity 2.35 meters tall, with skin that is 
greyish-green in color. It has two long horns growing from its 
forehead similar in form to an Oryx dammah (scimitar oryx), and 
long black hair growing from its head, neck and shoulder blades. 
SCP-3887-B's eyes have yellow sclera, with no visible pupil. 
SCP-3887-B's mouth hosts three rows of fangs, similar in shape and 
arrangement to the Carcharias taurus (bull shark). SCP-3887-B has 
elongated arms, forcing it to remain in a hunched posture and to 
move on all fours most of the time. It possesses a long hairless tail, 
similar to a Rattus norvegicus (common rat). SCP-3887-B 
possesses both male and female reproductive organs.