Well, the answer to both is my tale. You see, | am O5-13. You 
cannot see it right now, but | am doffing my hat to you. My duty, my 
sole duty, as an O5, is keeping an eye on those SCPs that travel 
between dimensions. We have quite a few, but, in ones and twos, 
it's no big deal. What | created the Factory to do is to act as an 
antibody to large amounts of other dimensional invaders. When it 
detects these things, it transforms them, rendering them, if not safe, 
then safer then they would have been. And the old man, he helps 
me keep it all straight. 


Of course, you don't have to believe me. After all, who says | 
actually know the truth? 


13th-23rd December 2008 


13/12/2008 


To Dr. Kain 

As you know, the holiday season is fast arriving. As 
such, it is the time for joy, happyiness, good will towards 
all men, that sort of thing. And the reason I'm writing this: 
gifts. I've noticed from the papers I've gotten recently that 
you have a lot of paperwork you have to go through after 
that accident. So, | took the liberty to break into your 
office while you were busy with the Olympia Project and 
went through and dealt with 55% of your paperwork. 
Don't worry about it though, you don't need to feel 
pressured to get me a gift also. Though | could deal with 
a good look at 244 sometime. 

Your fellow researcher, 

Dr. Iceberg 

PS- When you go over your personnal finances, you may 
notice a slight discrepancy in the form of 550 missing 
dollars. Don't worry about it. Merry Christmas! 


| found this note on my desk after coming back to my office this 
evening. I'm not sure whether to feel outraged that he broke in, rifled 
through my things, and then took five hundred and fifty dollars from 
my private bank account, or overjoyed that someone did half of my 
paperwork for such a small amount of cash. I've had professionals 
ask for three grand for half this amount. So, in the end, | think I'll 
respond to this the way | do to all social incidents I'm unsure about. 
I'm going to ignore it, and forget it ever happened. 


Unless he does it again. 


The experiments with Emma got off to a rough start today. We gota 
little progress done, but mostly we're just breaking the ice . This 
ability of hers has gotten her ostracized and treated like she's some 
kind of freak, monster or deity throughout her entire short life. 


Created one hell of a roadblock in her head. She really just lets go 
when she uses her power, letting them control her when she does it. 
We need to get to the point where she controls them. But that might 
take some more time, and | am prone to rushing things at times. 
This one, however, we'll definitely have to take slowly, as I'd rather 
not have any mistakes to either the staff, myself, or her. 


The R&D department have finally gotten a look at the bio-tech, it 
having finally been released from quarantine. They had countless 
scans with countless numbers of equipment, at least twenty nine 
different "certified" experts, and three SCP examine the whole lot of 
it from top to bottom, several times. Didn't find anything too 
malicious beyond the norm, and nothing that would spell doom for 
the staff, so they finally said "uncle" and let it go. Not that I'm 
complaining. I've seen how dangerous those things are, and I'm 
thankful that they performed as fast as they did, but still... The little 
researcher in my head laments the loss of time. I'll have to take over 
part of the project, and work with the guys if | want to lay some part 
of aclaim on it, and reinstate the excavation. It would be near a 
crime to let something like that go to waste. 


Subject Zero is still waiting for it (her) body to be finished, and it's 
getting a little difficult to dissuade it (her). In the end, | had to tell her 
it'll probably wind up being a Christmas present to her. It's 
sometimes rather hard to give a vague answer to an entity that can 
read your thoughts, and can tell when you're lying. 


As for the Christmas party itself, I've gotten some more planned, but 
no actual preparations yet. Still at the drawing board stage, so to 
speak, although | better get a move on soon. things like this tend to 
creep up on you rather quickly. 


15/12/2008 

Emma is still struggling with her powers. | can understand why this 
would happen, the girl really has been over some serious emotional 
roadblocks, but the problem is that we need to either break the block 
or fix her before it becomes a problem. And I'd much rather not have 
her become the problem. Because when that happens, the higher 
ups tend to snuff out the problem. 


I'm rethinking some of the things | was going to do on the Olympia 


Project. Instead of using Emma to alter individual parts of various D- 
Class, I'm simply going to have her very barely alter and fine tune 
the host body itself. After all, I've seen some of the things she 
produces. I'm not sure if the dissembler even has cubbyholes for 
those kind of things. And if it comes down to that, I'd rather not have 
to resort to invasive surgery. I've never had a fondness for that. It's 
always so messy and | dislike getting blood on the walker. Of 
course, that brings us back to problem one... 


I'm going to have to go down to the area of the excavation incident 
tomorrow, to examine the residual tech, bio-matter and to examine 
the work done. This will be the first time that I'll have ventured down 
to the site since before | got the walker. | dislike going there. It 
always gives me a headache, and a weird paranoid feeling, and | 
know from personal experience that you listen to those feelings. 


I've actually gotten some of the Christmas preparations done! Well, 
mainly its the importing of a tree and some decorations, and through 
the usual black market routes. Now, the problem is where am | 
going to set it up, and what am | going to get for who? 


16/12/2008 

Subject Zero had an... episode today, and oddly enough, | think so 
did I. It (she) had followed me to the excavation area, and once we 
reached roughly around fifty feet of the main body, right where | get 
that weird feeling and begin feeling the twinges of a headache 
coming on, it (she) got incredibly afraid, saying something about "it" 
and how it was watching her, before firmly and fully taking residence 
inside my head. It wasn't quite a possession mind you, but more of it 
(her) hiding inside of me. Needless to say, all that information and 
excess soul/ectoplasm/personality began to give me a splitting 
headache, not to mention Zero constantly whispering to me about 
that "thing". But the worst part of it was, was that | could see what it 
(she) saw, and hear what it (she) heard. 


My memory gets a bit jumbled at that point, but personnel that were 
there say that they saw me screaming at the top of my lungs, taking 
the walker at near full speed out of that entire section of the building, 
often at the expense of walls. All | have to say about the experience 
is that | need a rather large glass of scotch. Or a bottle. And that all 
other personnel working in the area are to wear telekill helmets. 


Zero still won't say anything about it, remaining tight lipped about the 
entire thing. It (she) also says that it (she) won't accompany me 
down there ever again without a host, but the only thing it (she) 
would say about that is that "/t tried to grab me". What "it" was 
remains a mystery, as well as how it could "grab" it (her). 


Still, the things | saw, that | heard... They fill me with a dread | did 
not think possible, but then again, they also stir up that researcher 
part of me, that part that fights the unknown with knowledge, the part 
most reminiscent of my childhood, fighting imaginary monsters with 
imaginary swords, secure in the knowledge that they weren't real. 
Because knowledge is power they say. But then again, they say that 
ignorance is bliss... And when | think back to those images... | can't 
help but think of the opening paragraph of H.P. Lovecraft's 
Call of Cthulhu. 


The most merciful thing in the world, | think, is the 
inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. 
We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of 
black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we 
should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its 
own direction, hitherto harmed us little; but some day the 
piecing together of disassociated knowledge will open up 
such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful 
position therein, that we shall either go mad from the 
revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and 
safety of a new dark age. 


And | can't help but think he might be right. 


17/12/2008 

We finally got back Emma's results for her psych test. the results are 
a little distressing, at least to me. | have to wonder, why someone 
would take a child as wonderful as her, and hurt her in such a way 
that the only way to deal with the pain is to try and permanently seal 
away part of herself? But then again, that sentiment goes the world 
over, for all abused and mistreated children. 


| guess I'm just an overly sentimental fool, disregarding security 
procedures for the sake of a child. And | can almost hear Clef 
laughing at me. Bastard. | hate it when he's right about things like 


SCP-763: Human Beowulf Cluster 


Item #: SCP-763 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-763 is contained in Sub- 
Basement G of the now-defunct veal production facility on 
the outskirts of , Illinois. After the discovery of SCP-763, the 
Foundation acquired the facility, which was secured and designated 
Biological Site- . The facility is still supplied with the liquid feed 
solution previously used to nourish veal calves, though only enough 
to maintain SCP-763's growth. The feeding system established by 
the facility's previous owner, Klaus __, has been documented and 
should be maintained unless a more efficient feeding method is 
devised. If any components are added to SCP-763, the dosage of 
nutrient solution must be scaled up accordingly. Consult document 
SCP-763- for the volume and release time of solution to be 
provided per component. 


Because of SCP-763's ability to absorb human organic matter into 
itself, it is vitally important that no personnel touch SCP-763 with 
bare skin. 


Description: SCP-763 is a mass of human organic tissue occupying 
approximately three hundred (300) square meters of space with an 
estimated mass of over four thousand (4,000) kilograms. It is mostly 
in an irregular configuration of tissue, with the exception of 
SCP-763-A. Much of the mass of SCP-763 is muscular tissue with 
an abundance of blood vessels. This muscle tissue is highly 
atrophied and non-motile, though despite lack of use there is a great 
amount of blood flow at all times. Most of the structure is relatively 
thin at around ten (10) centimeters thick, allowing the blood flow to 
diffuse the high heat generated by the central mass, which is a large 
lump approximately two (2) meters high. This blood flow is provided 
by a large, central collection of hearts and a number of other hearts 
arrayed throughout SCP-763's structure. All the organs of the 


this. Still, if it ever came down to it, I'd protect her over him, but then 
again, I've seen him survive things that should have killed a normal 
person in instants. 


I've decided to implement the integration stage of the Olympia 
Project, and "fine tune" the host body when Emma is capable of 
doing so. Which looks like it might not be for a long time. Still, Zero 
seems to be happy about this, forgetting all about the terror of 
yesterday, and says that it (she) even has a name all planned out for 
the occasion. I've asked it (her), but it (she) says that it's a surprise 
for the day. I've tried explaining that it might take a few days for its 
(her) body to fully adapt to all its extraordinary physiology, but it 
(she) is having none of it. | guess I'll have to wait for it. 


And regarding yesterday, I'm going to have the main excavation 
area investigated by the strange round trinket from the experiments 
with the clockworks, the one that allows sight into other plains of 
existence. I'm also going to have on several psychologists as well, 
just in case. But judging from what Zero said and did yesterday, | 
don't think it has any extra effects on those who have corporeal 
forms, although there might be other things regarding the mental 
health of those in close quarters to the thing. 


Also, tests following examination of the bio-matter have come back. 
Apparently the bio-matter contains traces of mutated human cells, 
but primarily, its just excrement, like silk or webbing in the animal 
kingdom. Not only that, but it also all came from a single human 
donor. I'll have to have the bodies of the infected examined, as well 
as the surveillance tapes reviewed as well, for any other clues that 
we may have missed. This "thing" residing in the center may have 
something to do with this... 


18/12/2008 

I've sent through the clearance and paperwork required to initiate 
the next phase of the Olympia Project. The integration of the 
composite materials. Zero is rather excited about the prospect. Her 
joy is washing into my own consciousness, making me feel almost 
giddy, despite the certain moral dilemmas I'm facing now. It's rather 
disconcerting. 


I'll be looking at the bodies of the infected tomorrow. | would have 


done it today, but | was finishing off the last of the paperwork from 
the incident, as well as that of the clearance papers for the other 
things I'm planning took longer than | expected. But it's not as if | 
mind. | never did like looking at the dead mutated bodies of former 
colleagues. Only in this line of work would | ever be forced to say 
that on a monthly basis. 


I'm not sure what to do about Emma. Although she doesn't say it, 
she still thinks there's something wrong with her, and | admit, that 
this is not the best environment for a child to try and prove that there 
is nothing wrong with them. That they're not freaks, or abominations, 
but the rest of the world will treat them like they are, or worse, 
something to be manipulated and used. (Though | suppose I'm not 
one to talk there, but at least | am putting her mental health first). So 
we have to lock them up, to either protect them from the world or 
themselves. 


You know, I've been doing this job for so many years now, and I've 
helped "contain" a lot of people. Helped "terminate" a lot more. 
Never once batted an eye at any of it. Not a single time. | had 
always assumed it was for the good of the world. Even now, | use 
live people (bad people, mind you), as the fodder in certain 
experiments. Not anything sadistic, but the fact of the matter is that 
I'm ending their lives, and still, | feel no great remorse. It's just 
something I've always done. 


Except when it came to children. In the time that I've been here, 
we've only had to terminate three children, and each time it was the 
absolute last resort, something that was needed for the sake of 
humanity's continued existence. And each time, | could do nothing 
to help them. It tore me up inside. But it had to be done. 


Bah, enough of this sentimental thinking. Been doing too much of 
that lately. Tonight, I'm going to relax. And most likely get drunk. 


21/12/2008 

Between waking up yesterday with a severe hangover (too much 
scotch), overseeing the transfer of a certain Herr Chirurg, finalizing 
several approval forms for this Christmas bash, and actually 
organizing and setting up the decorations, and “finally* getting 
around to integrating Zero's physical body, I've been a litile late on 


my log. But I've been a little busy, so excuse me.