[Segal charges down the stairs, turns the 
corner and then immediately recoils in shock.] 


Russell: What is it? Talk to me, big guy. 
Unidentified Voice 1: Shhhyyy... 


Unidentified Voice 2: Shyyark! Sharkk! 
Shyark! 


ionizing photons are absorbed by the chamber walls. Dr. 
is removed from active duty and directed to 
Foundation psychological studies for grief counseling. 


Testing Log SCP-536- : 


3:22:59 Subject D-1123 is placed inside SCP-536 with a 
baseball, a meterstick, and aclock. Dr. instructs the 
on-site technician to steadily lower the speed of light by 
One order of magnitude every two minutes. 

3:23:00 - 3:34:00 No abnormal physical behavior 
observed. 

3:34:34 Subject D-1123's speech becomes noticeably 
slowed. Subject begins giggling. 

3:35:50 Subject is instructed to throw the baseball at the 
opposite wall. Subject reports intense pain in hand after 
the throw. Subject refuses to throw meterstick or clock. 
Subsequent analysis of video indicates both Lorentz 
contraction and redshift of light on the baseball, and on 
the subject's hand. 

3:37:10 Subject reports feelings of lightheadedness, and 
falls over. 

3:37:31 Speed of light returned to normal. SCP-536 
opened. Subject D-1123 found dead of stroke. 


Memo: It is likely that the Subject's stroke was a result of 
a combination of mass increase and Lorentz contraction 

of the blood reaching her brain. Arterial blood was being 

pushed through the body at close to light speed, and the 

physical effects of that are probably very unhealthy, even 
in cases that don't cause immediate death. 


Testing Log SCP-536- : 


1:22:21 Subject D-22413 placed in SCP-536. 

1:22:45 Lambda dial decreased by an order of 
magnitude. No observable effects. 

1:23:00 - 1:45:00 Lambda dial continuously decreased 


Unidentified Voice 1: ...aaarrrrk. 


[Segal doesn't respond, and presses further 
back against the wall. The remaining members 
make their way downstairs. ] 


Russell: What.. 
Maggie: The literal... 
Adrian: Fuck? 


[Three adult humanoid entities with shark-like 
features flop about the area. A fourth, smaller 
instance flops around in a nearby playpen. 
They're wearing torn and tattered clothing. The 
instances notice the MTF members. They 
excitedly repeat 'shark', and snap at them, but 
do not seem capable of directing their 
movement. | 


Segal: 'S probably the mos' fucked thing I've 
seen, and I've fought in the Sharkic wars. 


Russell: [Does the sign of the cross.] This is... 
Coach, are you seeing this? 


Coach: Wish | weren't. 
Adrian: Do we...do we punch them? 


[The instance closest to the squad attempts to 
bring itself to a standing position, bracing itself 
on a nearby table for support. Its slips during 
this attempt, and falls on its face.] 


Selachian entity: Shyark! [Believed to be 
used as an expletive due to the intonation.] 


Coach: Just put them out of their misery, 
already. | can't watch this anymore. 


Segal: Y' head on upstairs, now. [crack 
knuckles] I'll handle this. 


Coach: That works. Scour the rest of the 
house, see if we can't figure out what's going 
on here. 


[Team moves upstairs, excluding Segal, and 
fans out.] 


Adrian: Hey, found something! It's a 
newspaper. "Albuquerque Herald. July 17, 
2016." Headline reads: "Four dead after a 
deadly game of 'Leap Frog’. Residents 
shocked." That was two days ago. 


Russell: Good find. Coach? 


Coach: I've got Analytics bringing it up now 
and - yea, seems like it matches baseline. 


Russell: Huh. Odd, you'd think — 


Maggie: [From the living room.] Guys! Get in 
here! 


[Maggie is in the living room in front of the 
television. It displays the set of ‘Shark Tank8. 


Several shark-people can be seen flopping 
about the set, two of which seem to be 
attempting to climb into seats. A fifth shark- 
person lays opposite them, using a pointer to 
draw attention towards a large drawing aboard 
an easel. The drawing seems to be a 
schematic that would assist in bipedal 
locomotion for the shark-people. All instances 
are excitedly repeating the word ‘shark’, in an 
argumentative manner.] 


Russell: ...we're gonna need a bigger team. 


Coach: Affirmative. We have another squad 
on standby. Hold your position. 


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Exploration Round 2. Codename: Ignition 


Mission Rules: To further explore the 
alternate dimension. MTF has been instructed 
to reach Arena-81, and search for surviving 
Centre personnel. Report back with findings. 


In the red corner: Four members of Mobile 
Task Fist Betta-12. Four members of Mobile 
Task Fist Alfalfa-2 ("Heavyweight Sink-Bait") 


In the blue corner: SPC-2935. Definitely 
some sharks. 


<Round Two> 


[Reinforcements meet MTF Betta-12 members 
and proceed to commandeer a pair of 


vehicles. Departure is delayed due to the fact 
that MTF members spend several hours 
constructing two massive fists out of scrap 
metal, which they affix to the front of their 
vehicles.4 The teams proceed to Arena-81, 
deliberately swerving to hit every shark along 
the way. They reach the Arena unscathed, and 
break up into two teams. 


The first, led by Agent Russell, enters into the 
Arena proper via a freight elevator. The 
second, led by Agent Tyson, access 
Arena-81's offsite data storage bank.5 Due to 
the distance traveled, two-way communication 
is hampered, and agents are unable to receive 
commands from Centre Coaches. 


Russell stands cross-armed in the corner of 
the elevator. Adrian paces back and forth 
nervously. Segal shadow-boxes across from 
Maggie, who is attempting to access the 
Arena’s intranet on her tablet.] 


Segal: Any luck, Mag? 


Maggie: Not really. I'm having a harder time 
than | should. The Site's Al isn't responding to 
any of my requests - and | think it's actively 
working against me. 


Adrian: Isn't that a typical breach response? 


Maggie: It would be, if we didn't already 
possess the proper credentials. 


Russell: Well, whatever happened here 
probably tripped every emergency 
countermeasure, so | wouldn't fault the 
paranoid android. 


Adrian: You guys think... do you think it took 


care of all the sharks on-site? 


Russell: The personnel? [scoffs] Definitely. 
Arena-81 has the highest ratio of spring- 
loaded-boxing-glove traps per square-foot out 
of every Arena in the Centre. They'd be 
tenderized before they knew what hit them! 


Segal: | don't like th' sound of tha’. 


Maggie: Why not? Makes our job easier. We'll 
just have to wade through some leftover shark 
guts. 


Segal: Y' know wha’ happens when you kill a 
buncha sharks in one location? 


Russell: Bragging rights? 
[Here, Segal leans in towards Adrian. ] 
Segal: [whispering] Ghost sharks. 


Adrian: [shaken] Christ! What did | tell you 
about that?! 


Maggie: Ah, quit hasslin' the kid. 
Segal: Just passin’ the time, s'all. 
Maggie: Well, no need to; we're here. 


[The elevator comes to a halt, and the doors 
slide open. The team moves into the front 
offices. ] 


Russell: Odd. 
Adrian: Everything's so clean still. 
Russell: Place should be shark-viscera city 


Segal: Maybe this place was empty when 


whatever it was hit. 
Russell: Maybe. Maggie, any luck getting in? 


Maggie: Negative. Jarvis seems to be fighting 
me still. 


Adrian: We could try this terminal here; see if 
we can't talk some sense into him. 


Russell: Good idea. You try to get in touch 
with him. Let him know that we're here, 
everything's going to be fine. Poor fuck's 
probably traumatized after having to turn on 
staff. 


Adrian: Right. 


Russell: Segal, stay here with Adrian. Maggie, 
on me. I'd like to check out the boxing ring. | 
spent practically the whole day there on the 
16th. 


[The pair departs while Adrian attempts to 
contact Jarvis] 


Segal: This won't take long, will it? 


Adrian: Not at all. In fact.../oause] Yea, | 
might just have it. [leans in towards 
microphone] Jarvis? Hey, Jar-Jar! You in 
there? 


[Russell and Maggie stroll down the hall 
towards the boxing ring. It is noted that none of 
the Arena's defenses have been triggered.] 


Maggie: That's some morbid curiosity you've 
got there, trying to catch a glimpse of the 
sharked-out you. 


Russell: It's... it's not that. 


Maggie: Ah. Then what, you wanna go put it 
out of its misery? 


Russell: Not quite. 


Maggie: Than what the hell are we doing 
taking a detour? 


Russell: Don't worry about it. Just follow my 
lead. 


[Russell opens up the door to the boxing ring. 
A loud, fleshy slapping noise can be heard.] 


Russell: Let's get this over with. 


[The slapping noise continues, it is coming 
from behind the ring. Maggie and Russell slip 
on their knuckledusters.] 


Unidentified Selachian Entity: Shyark, 
shyark? 


[slapping intensifies] 
Unidentified Selachian Entity: Shhhaaarrk? 


[The agents come around the corner, and 
discover the transfigured form of Shark- 
Russell.] 


Maggie: Oh, damn. 
Russell: It's... so pathetic. 
Russell Shark: Shhh... Shyark. 


Maggie: You alright? You need me to take 
care of it? 


[Russell nods. Maggie proceeds to trounce the 


instance. After several moments, it is 
confirmed deceased. Maggie hits it a few more 
times just to be sure, as is standard-practice.] 


Maggie: /panting] ...there... one dead... 
shark. 


Russell: Thanks. 
Maggie: So, what was this about, anyways? 


[Russell bends over, and begins rummaging 
through the pockets of his sharkleganger. He 
withdraws a fat wad of cash. He waves it 
triumphantly in Maggie's face.] 


Maggie: You fu— Did you really have us come 
here so you could rob yourself? 


Russell: You're just mad you didn't think to do 
this first. Anyways, let's get — 


[Maggie's tablet produces a high-pitched 
"“meep!", distracting the Agents. ] 


Maggie: [Removes the tablet from her belt, 
begins typing.] Hey! Adrian must have gotten 
us in. Let's see...huh. This is odd. 


Russell: What's that? 


Maggie: It appears that, well, none of the 
emergency countermeasures were triggered. 


Russell: Damn. There's something in the 
ballpark of three thousand people working 
here. If they're all still active, we're going to 
need to be really careful not to - 


[Klaxon alarms throughout the site begin to 
sound off. Emergency lights activate, pulsing 
red light through the facility. The sound of 


screaming can be heard over the racket. 
Adrian appears, running full-speed from the 
main offices, through the room, and towards 
D-Wing.] 


Adrian: Run! Run for your lives! 
Russell: Hey — 
Maggie: Wait! 


[Segal comes running as well, and follows 
Aadrian.] 


Segal: Go, go, go! 


[Maggie and Russell stare at each other in 
confusion for a moment. Hundreds of slow, 
metallic, clanking noises become audible and 
grow increasingly louder. ] 


Russell: Do you hear that? 


[Now, the sound of dozens of nasally, high- 
pitched and excited voices can be heard. All 
are repeating the word "shyark" (sic). Russell 
peers out the door to get a look. 


The hallway is seen to be filled to capacity with 
selachian-based personnel. Each one 
possesses a walker to assist in locomotion. 
They slowly hobble towards the agents.] 


Russell: Hey, Mag. We need to — 


[Russell turns around. Maggie is no longer 
present, however there is a smoky outline 
roughly in her shape. It appears to be waving.] 


Russell: [sigh] 


[Squad is running through the D-Wing halls. 
Shark-people alerted by the klaxons are 
exiting individual rooms lining either side of the 
hallway which the squad must avoid as they 
move. These sharks join the ever-growing 
crowd pursuing the team. 


The squad comes to a T-junction, which hosts 
an elevator. Sharkmen are pouring into the 
hallways on either side of the squad - 
prohibiting movement. The team slows to a 
halt: Maggie surveys the situation, Segal takes 
a pugilatory position, Adrian doubles over and 
hyperventilates, Russell's momentum carries 
him right into the elevator doors. Russell 
begins pressing the 'Call' button repeatedly. It 
does not respond. Segal proceeds to pound 
his fists into the metal, causing it to explode 
from its frame and topple into the empty shaft.] 


Russell: Alright, we're in! 


[Each member leaps into the shaft, and begin 
sliding down the cables moments before the 
sharkmen reach their position. Several floors 
down, the primary SPC Hold's access point is 
seen to have been torn apart from the inside. 
Team exits on this floor. 


Though most of the lights have been 
damaged, with few still blinking, the Hold can 
be seen to be in ruins - large sections of 
concrete litter the floor, the remaining walls 
bear shark claw marks. Several doors leading 
to the holding cells of various selachian 
entities and countermeasures are found to be 
breached. ] 


Adrian: Oh jeez, oh fuck! Oh no, oh no, oh no. 


Maggie: Comon'’, kid. Relax. Whatever caused 


at a rate of one order of magnitude every two minutes. 
No observable effects. 

1:45:23 Lambda returned to normal levels. 

1:46:00 - 1:58:00 Lambda increased by one order of 
magnitude every minute. 

1:53:32 Subject D-22413 reports feeling nauseous. 
1:55:22 Subject vomits. 

1:57:56 Maximum setting for lambda reached. Subject is 
alive and conscious. Lambda lowered to original levels. 
1:59:21 D-22413 removed from SCP-536. Subject 
displays signs of acute radiation poisoning, although no 
unusually high levels of radioactivity are recorded 
outside the chamber. Later analysis of D-22413's body 
reveals approximately zero Carbon-14. The amount of 
radiation damage to the Subject's cells is consistent with 
the expected damage if all Carbon-14 in a human body 
simultaneously decayed. 

Memo: The connection of lambda to radioactive decay, 
and the dimensionless nature of the constant, leads me 
to believe that it is the coupling constant for the Weak 
interaction. | think it likely that the remaining unknown is 
the corresponding constant for the Strong interaction - 
Dr. 


Testing Log SCP-536- : 


1:11:45 Subject D-6263 placed in SCP-536. 

1:12:00 - 1:34:00 Theta dial increased continuously by 
an order of magnitude every two minutes. No observable 
effects. 

1:34:32 Theta dial returned to normal value. 

1:34:43 Theta dial decreased by an order of magnitude. 
Subject D-6263 violently disintegrates. 

1:35:11 Theta dial returned to normal value. Teams in 
Hazardous Environment suits open the chamber door. 
Hydrogen gas and high levels of neutron radiation are 
detected. 


all of this is long gone. 


[The team slowly progresses down the hall in 
the dark - pausing to confirm the absence of 
several previously-held selachian entities. ] 


Maggie: Let's see... Oh! Hey, check that one 
out, down the hall. 


Segal: Tha's a broom closet. 
Adrian: It's seeping blood! 
[The team exchanges glances.] 


Russell: Mag, get up there and open it. Be 
prepared for anything. 


Maggie: Right. You ready? 


[Maggie counts down from three on her free 
hand, and pulls open the door. The corpse of 
an unidentified human in Centre tumbles out 
from within.] 


Russell: God, that reeks. 


Maggie: Odd. This one's not sharked-out like 
the rest. 


[Adrian approaches the closet, retrieving a 
note that was attached to the back of the door. 
He studies its contents. ] 


Segal: 'e took one hell of a beating though. 
Maggie: His fists... did he do this to himself? 


Segal: Musta' knew 'e was turnin’ - punched 
his own ticket. A basta'd after me own heart. 


Russel: This man should be remembered for 


his heroism. I'll check his wallet for 
identification. 


Maggie: Of course you will. 


Russell: Hm... our mystery combatant is none 
other than... fuck! No. No way. 


Adrian: Ooo! Do we know him? 
Russell: Adrian it's... it's you. 
Segal: Hell'd ye suppose happened? 


Adrian: Nevermind that, you guys. How'd you 
think OUTLANDER's holding up?