"Don't lose focus, old man. You're about to witness the birth of a 
new era. Or, at least, the death of this one." 


The knife dropped. 


Rather than cut or tear into the tissue, the dagger simply sank into it. 
Black into a mottled red. But as it was swallowed, a pinprick of bright 
red showed itself. There was a moment of stillness, even within the 
girl, as the shadows cast across her intestines swirled to the red. 


The room was suddenly all too full. The smell of iron was nearly 
palpable, a loud ripping sound the only thing accompanying 
Katherine's now-resumed screams. Hardened flesh that matched 
the color of a dying sun dripped with blood and placenta. It pressed 
everywhere within the room, on the walls, under the bed, even within 
the inhabitants. The ceiling began to crack, and then the tearing 
sound intensified enough to drown out the sobs. 


The ceiling exploded. The earth and concrete above it was 
obliterated as the thing rose, level after level was leveled by the 
growing expanse. It grew as it rose, each rising floor destroyed ina 
greater capacity. Eventually Site- was exposed to the open air, 
where dark clouds were beat about by a pair of reverse wings. 
Eleven mouths creaked open to take their first breaths. 


Foundation personnel stared up in slack-jaw awe. At a distance, 
civilians who could spot at least the crown of horns began to panic. 
Down in the medical room, the trio remained. A thin umbilical cord 
connecting Katherine to her son. Redd cackled and pointed the 
monstrosity out to the spent child. Collector tapped the side of his 
head and a bubble formed around it. 


The Seventh Son spoke. Clouds broke and the sky cracked under 
the weight of his words. The air itself tasted of blood. All those within 
the range of His mighty voice felt crimson run out their ears, with the 
exception of a single man standing in the center of it all. His bubble 
vibrated rainbows against the onslaught, but held. 


"Do you see?!" Redd yelled, none hearing him over the din. He 
touched the blood coming from his ear and showed Collector. "It's 
over! | can finally be over!" 


Once the bubble stopped shaking, Collector popped it. The world 
was silent, waiting for the Son's next words. He took the umbilical 
cord in his hand and proffered it to Redd. A crack of a smile broke 
Redd's face. From nowhere he produced another dagger and with 
no amount of ceremony separated mother and child. 


Knowing this, the Seventh Son drew another breath. When He 
spoke again, His words fell on deaf ears. The air around him 
shimmered slightly, reflecting a rainbow in places. 


Collector lowered his hand from where he had touched the Scarlet 
King's spawn. Something stuck to his hand, which he wiped off on 
the bed sheet. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie again. 


After a moment he turned to Redd, a small smile on his lips. "I'm so 
sorry, |'m afraid | couldn't hear you over all the noise. What were you 
saying?" 


Redd said nothing. He did nothing, for a short time. Then his eye 
twitched. He looked at the shimmer of the bubble around the 
Seventh Son, at the stain on the bed sheet. Bony palms dug into his 
eyes as he tried to rub whatever nonsense was clouding his vision. 
When he looked again, the scene was the same. 


"...No," Redd finally said, a full sword in his hand. He slashed at the 
bubble, the blade digging into the film. Then it flew out of his hand 
as the bubble pushed back. "No." 


Collector watched Redd attack the bubble over and over again with 
a variety of shadow weapons. After a dozen or so weapons were 
embedded in the wall behind him, Redd slashed at his own hands 
and thrust the scarlet lightning into the bubble. It did nothing but 
catch the light. 


"No!" Redd repeated, turning on Collector. "No." 


"Sorry, is this distracting you?" Collector said. He raised a palm and 


snatched away the Seventh Son, now the size of a newt contained 
within the ball in the Little Mister's hand. "I'll put it away." 


Redd watched his savior vanish with a whimsical pop! Mouth agape, 
he turned to his Queen. She couldn't look back, her eyes glazed 
over. Her breaths came in short, ragged bursts. Redd ground his 
teeth together and turned back to Collector. 


With a mouth full of blood and darkness, Redd yelled, "No!" 


He stumbled forward, knife in hand without the usual motion. It 
buried itself in Collector's chest. 


"No!" Redd screamed, spraying blood in Collector's face. He pulled 
the knife out of his brother/father and continued stabbing him. "No. 
No! NO!" 


Blood flew from the knife with each stab. Droplets froze in midair, 
catching other sprays and sloshing together into hovering bubbles of 
blood. Color drained from Collector's face as Redd's gained more 
and more. 


"No..." Redd whispered, losing breath. His arm fell, opening a large 
gash across Collector's stomach. The knife fell and disintegrated, 
merging with the shadow cast by the last blood orb. A tear droplet 
met it. "No..." 


Collector/Isiah hugged his brother/son. Redd sobbed against the 
offered shoulder. When the cries weakened in strength, Collector led 
Redd back to his seat. Redd fell into it and wrapped himself in his 
jacket. With a flick of his wrist Collector brought the crimson orbs 
into himself. By the time he finished collecting what shadow 
weapons remained he regained his color, though he moved slowly. 
He went about pop/ing the armaments away save for one. He took it 
out of its bubble and sat on the arm of the chair, between Redd and 
Katherine. 


"I can't say this is how | envisioned the family reunion," Collector 
mused. "But | think | can afford you at least one gift." 


Redd almost laughed. "What could you possibly give me?" 


"Less give." Collector tapped Redd's forehead. "More take." 


Redd blinked. He stared at the swirling hate bubbled in front of him. 
He winced when it vanished with a light tap from Collector. 
Emptiness filled him. Wonderful, calming emptiness. Tranquil, 
simple serenity. 


Redd felt where Collector had prodded him. "It... it's gone?" 
"Simply somewhere else." 


Redd nearly sprang from his chair. "The girl! You could... take 
whatever they did to her out? Make her right?" 


"| don't believe they made her wrong," Collector said, turning his 
gaze to Katherine. "If the Scarlet King could enter this world without 
humanity's help, he would have done it already. She chose this life 
for him. There is nothing for me to take from her, except..." 


The black dagger seemed to try to catch the light in his hand. 
"At least let me do it," Redd urged. 


"| didn't wash your hands of blood just for you to dirty them again, 
Redd," Collector replied. "What's a few more drops on mine?" 


He was silent for a moment, and then Redd said, "I don't think | 
really want that name anymore." 


"Oh?" 


He closed his eyes. The roiling red sea of his mind was now a calm 
blue. "I'm thinking Bluee." 


"Blue?" 
"With two E's." 


Collector wheezed a laugh. "So be it. Excuse me one moment, 
Bluee." 


It was over quick. Bluee found it hard to look at her, so he covered 


over the following 238 days. 


While in possession of SCP-933-01, SCP-933-02 will attempt to pin 
anyone it can perceive, going after the closest targets first. Once 
SCP-933-02 has pinned a subject, it will unroll SCP-933-01 and 
place it over the subject's eyes, ears, nose, or mouth, with no 
preference. It will then remove SCP-933-01, completely removing 
that facial feature. Autopsies have shown that the amount of 
damage is considerable, with the affected feature being completely 
filled in with flesh and bone. SCP-933-02 will continue to do this until 
it is stopped or all facial features are removed, at which point the 
subject is to be treated the same as the other affected subjects. 


Subjects afflicted by SCP-933-01 will experience a strong 
compulsion to acquire SCP-933-01. This compulsion is augmented 
by an unexplained mechanism allowing them to locate SCP-933-01 
at long distances. 


For reasons unknown, SCP-933-02 has shown that it is unable to 
perceive living things that are within 1 meter of a 100 lumen light 
source. This range increases with the brightness of the light source. 


SCP-933-02 has demonstrated that it can cause electronics to fail 
merely by being around them. This ranges from electronic lights 
losing power to electronic locks failing in the unlocked position. The 
extent of this ability is not known. 


SCP-933-02 has never directly harmed any personnel, preferring to 
destroy their weapons and then make use of SCP-933-01. 


Addendum: 


Partial victims must never come into contact with SCP-933-01 and 
are to be transferred to any other facility immediately. All partial 
victims that have remained at the facility have become obsessed 
with the idea that if they could handle SCP-933-01, they could get 
their facial feature(s) back. In all cases, the subjects merely finished 
removing all of their facial features. 


Transcript of the Post-Incident-933-002 Interview of Agent 


her up. 
"So... what now?" Bluee asked. 


"Now you enter one of the Foundation's little boxes, like your 
siblings," Collector said. 


"What? That's it?" Bluee stood. "No, that isn't fair, it can't just end 
like-" 


Collector held up a hand, and Bluee went silent. Collector reached 
into his pocket slowly, like the old man he looked to be. "You may be 
free of the Scarlet King's branding, but not of Wondertainment's. I'm 
in the body of a Foundation Overseer now. We have to act our 
parts." 


Collector finally retrieved the paper he had pulled from his pocket 
earlier. He offered it to Bluee, who took it gingerly. 


Wow! You've found them all and became Mr. Collector!! 


But the fun isn't over yet, because now a whole new set 
of Misters will soon be in development, brought to you by 
our own Ms. Heir! 


00. Mr. Collector ¥ 

01. Mr. Chameleon ¥ 

02. Mr. Headless ¥ 

03. Mr. Laugh Y 

04. Mr. Forgetful ¥ 

05. Mr. Shapey ¥ 

06. Mr. Soap Y 

07. Mr. Hungry Y 

08. Mr. Brass ¥ 

09. Mr. Hot ¥ 

10. Ms. Sweetie Y 

11. Mr. Life and Mr. Death ¥ 
12. Mr. Fish Y 

13. Mr. Moon Y 

14. Mr. Redd (discontinued) ¥ 
15. Mr. Money 4 


16. Mr. Lost Y 
17. Mr. LieY 

18. Mr. Mad Y 
19. Mr. Scary ¥ 
20. Mr. Stripes Y 


Bluee made a double take. 


But the fun isn't over yet, because now a whole new set 
of Misters will soon be in development, brought to you by 
our own Ms. Heir! 


Bluee looked up. 


Collector's smile had more strength than the rest of his body 
combined. "Because we're not done yet." 


Footnotes 
1. SCP-2148 had gotten curious again recently. 


SCP-S 


Rosen, what the hell is this supposed to be? What is this 
picture and why is it by itself without any information? 
- Director Winters 


Well, sir, if you maybe looked at it for longer than five 
seconds and maybe checked out the history, you'd see 
that this is a test entry we set up to make sure the paging 
system worked. As for the picture, someone working on 
the page (probably Andersen) put it there because it 
looked cool and it keeps the system from pooping itself 
because of the nonstandard designation. The only way 
you would have gotten here is if you used one of the 
indexing bots to look up multiple "SCPs", which | have to 
assume you didn't do because the only people who have 
access to said bots should have a strong enough grasp 
of basic reading comprehension to know that they would 
have to look up each SCP individually, as outlined 
several times in the instructions we sent out when the 
bots first launched. But, of course, that couldn't have 
happened, so | suppose you might have just gotten here 
by mistake whilst using the bots in a completely normal 
and logical way. 

- Technical Researcher Rosen 


Don't be a goddamn smartass with me, Rosen. Either get 
rid of this page or do something with it to make it more 
obvious to what it's supposed to be. 

- Director Winters 


Oh absolutely, sir, | will do that right away, sir, | will make 
sure this page reflects that it's a test page so there won't 
be any confusion for anyone who might access this page 
accidentally using the technique | described above that 
you yourself absolutely did not use at all because you 


very obviously read the instructions for the bots (the bots 
that my team spent weeks working on, mind you) 
thoroughly, or indeed read them at all. I'll get right on it! 

- Technical Researcher Rosen 


Item #: SCP-S 
Object Class: Test 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-S is not a threat to 
anyone, with the exception of anyone who may access this page 
while using the bots incorrectly. Even then, the only thing that SCP- 
S will do is assault the bot user's brain with confusion, which | admit 
is less anomalous and more a natural reaction to actually getting a 
result from doing something that is specifically against what is 
outlined in the instruction document (See: Using the Indexing Bots, 
found on the shared file directory or in your email). 


Description: SCP-S is just a test page the administrative team set 
up to give the indexing bots something to page in the event that a 
normal user reports a connectivity error when logging information for 
whatever proper SCP they may be working on. 


If the bots cannot page SCP-S, this means there is a much larger 
issue involving the entire database, and it allows us to work on the 
issue quicker. If the bots can page SCP-S, this means that the issue 
is at best contained within the affected entry itself, or at worst 
affecting an entire sector of the database, but not the database as a 
whole. Our methodology when dealing with connection issues is 
simple: 


* Page the affected entry 

¢ If it does not respond, page SCP-S 

¢ If SCP-S does not respond, alert all technical personnel to 
respond to the issue immediately 

¢ If SCP-S does respond, page another entry in the same sector 

the affected entry is in 

If that entry does not respond, alert thetechnical team 

responsible for that sector to respond immediately 

If that entry does respond, alert any available technical 

personnel to respond to the individual affected entry 


The image you see above is actually unrelated to SCP-S as a 
whole, and is more than likely just something one of the people 
working on the page put in to make sure this page didn't end up a 
garbled mess of code whenever it was accessed. 


There, finished. | certainly hope | have been clear 
enough to anyone who may have accidentally accessed 
this page through what | am sure is no fault of their own, 
so we won't have any more incredibly competent 
directors bugging the tech team about this page. 

- Technical Researcher Rosen 


SCP-SCP-033 


Site-41: Antimemetics Division Headquarters 
Elise Dunwall looked at the window on the right side of her screen. 


... The "sum" of the symbols is equal to a previously 
unknown integer (designated Theta Prime by Prof. 
Hutchinson) of intermediate value between 5 and 6. 


She then looks at the list open in the window on the left side of the 
screen. 


* SCP-001 Awaiting De-classification [Blocked] 
* SCP-002 
* SCP-003 
* SCP-004 
* SCP-005 
* SCP-006 
* SCP-007 
* SCP-008 
* SCP-009 


She turns to her assistant. 
"Do you have the timer ready, Liz?" 


"Yes ma'am," the younger woman replies, "Two-thousand five- 
hundred and sixty seconds." 


Elise opens the search function on the left window and types in the 
address. 

SCP-SCP-033 

Enter 

The start button on the timer makes a faint clicking noise as it is 
pressed. 

Page not found. 


"Reset the timer." 
"Yes ma'am." 


SCP-[SCP-033] 
Enter 
Click. 
Page not found. 


Elise leans back in her seat and lets a sigh escape. 
"It was a good hypothesis."