SCP-3155-13: Pulled out his piece and asked for the 
money. Now, I'm a man of honor, but when a man with a 
gun tells you to give him the money, you give him the 
money. It wasn't my first time, but something about this 
time was <Pause> different. 


Dr. Henderson: Different how? 


SCP-3155-13: Dunno. But it was different. Something in 
the air felt off and strange, like when you're high up on a 
cliff and you look down. Like that. I'm beginning to hand 
him the money, and something must have <Pause> | 
don't know, gone off. 


Dr. Henderson: What do you mean "gone off"? 


SCP-3155-13: The bag of money that I'm handing bursts 
into flames, engulfing half his hand. He runs out of the 
store, screaming and howling and crying. | ran out of the 
store and | saw him rolling around in front of the store. It 
was like a living inferno. His skin just melted off. | just 
stood there, watching and standing. | had never seen 
anything like that before. 


Dr. Henderson: What did you do? 


SCP-3155-13: What could | do? I'd seen people get 
killed before, but nothing, and | mean nothing like this. 
After he just stopped screaming and the flames fizzled 
out, | went to the woods and threw up and cried. What 
had | done? Did | just set a man on fire? No, of course 
not. | was imagining things, | thought. | was an atheist 
back then, | didn't believe in magic or Gods or anything 
like that. | stood there for what must have been an hour 
before going back to the store and seeing him there. 


Dr. Henderson: Him? 


SCP-3155-13: The man. He was wearing this black suit, 
very professional. He was just sitting on the porch of the 
general store, smoking a cigar. The body was gone, 
along with any burn marks nearby. | thought he was a 
cop, and | probably would have set him on fire if he didn't 
look so damn boring. Boring was the best thing at that 
moment. 


Dr. Henderson: Did he offer you anything? 


SCP-3155-13: Yes. The best offer in the world. A job 
with the Pinks. 


SCP-3155-22. Circa 1887 


SCP-3155-22: The woman in the black suit gave me an 
offer. She told me that Pinkerton could help me control 
my <Pause> powers, so to speak. My mom, she hadn't 


ever taught me to control my powers. She said it was a 
curse, and that it'd be better if | just died. Stopped the 
blood line. A curse brought from the East by flesh 
worshipers. 


Dr. Henderson: What are the specifics of this "curse"? 


SCP-3155-22: | could <Pause> craft from the flesh. | 
could, in a way, create life. | used to peel my flesh apart 
and craft a creature from it. | don't know how to explain it 
other than | just can. | couldn't control it much. Anything 
bigger than my hand would just ignore me and try to kill 
anything that moved. It was a thing passed to the first 
born of the family. 


Dr. Henderson: What were the specifics of the offer? 


SCP-3155-22: Simple. | work for Pinkerton, | get training 
and help. | get support from others. The woman, she was 
so nice, but so dreadfully boring. No idea why the Pinks 
hired her. They shipped me down south, to work near 
Washington, so the government could keep a good eye 
over Pinkerton and the rest of us. 


Dr. Henderson: What did they do to you down in 
Washington? 


SCP-3155-22: Oh, nothing much. Simple check ups, 
power checks, mental and physical health examines, 
combat readiness, boring stuff. 


Dr. Henderson: Anything of note that happened down 
there? 


SCP-3155-22: Not really. | got shot five or so times, but it 
healed. 


Dr. Henderson: What were you working as within the 
organization? 


SCP-3155-27: Mostly guarding. Sometimes from those 


questions, and exhibited increased emotional distress and 
separation anxiety. Post-interview medical examination revealed 
extensive ovarian/uterine trauma in excess of all other host mothers 
examined. Mrs. B was administered a Class A amnestic when 
observations were concluded, and is currently under Foundation 
surveillance as a Person of Interest. 


Addendum 400-02: As of 14/7/2010, SCP-400-A and SCP-400-B 
have been active in Foundation custody for five (5) years, indicating 
that colonies may be able to survive indefinitely if continually 
provided with food. Level 4 Bio-hazard precautions have 
successfully prevented not only reproduction of SCP-400, but also 
the spread of all cognitohazardous effects within Site-77. Limited 
access for experimentation may be granted with approval from the 
Ethics Committee and SCP-400’s HMCL supervisor (currently Dr. 
Grant). Please allow up to thirty (30) days for review prior to 
beginning any new line of experimentation. 


Addendum 400-03: On 5/10/2010, SCP-400-A ceased activity while 
in containment after ingesting an experimental nutritional 
supplement, allowing medical examiners to dissect the colony. 
Despite desiccation and decomposition, muscle tissues remain 
responsive to electric stimulus. Highest concentrations of SCP-400 
can be found in the stomach, mouth, brain case, and spinal column. 
Of particular note is the presence of individual specimens 
periodically along major motor nerves in the extremities, indicating 
an unprecedented level of communal intellect utilizing the infant's 
extant neural architecture. 


Examination of the pheromones produced by individual SCP-400 
instances has revealed several hallucinogenic, amnestic, and 
soporific compounds which are capable of reproducing SCP-400’s 
cognitohazardous effects. Analysis of several compounds has 
revealed similarities to Class B and C amnestics currently in use by 
the Foundation, indicating a possible security breach (minimal risk). 
Aerosol concentrations of the mixture as low as 50ppm have proven 
effective in initiating the effect. Further research into the genetic 
sequencing of SCP-400 is recommended. 


Footnotes 
1. Precise criteria for this selection is unknown. In the seven (7) 


damn unions, but mostly from the Hand. You'd be 
surprised how extreme some of them could be. 


Dr. Henderson: What were the living conditions like? 


SCP-3155-27: Surprisingly tidy. We all worked together, 
men and women, black and white, poor and rich. We 
were all equal in the eyes of the Agency. 


Dr. Henderson: Really? No segregation? 
<SCP-3155-27 smiles> 


SCP-3155-27: Do you really wanna tell the people who 
can turn your entire body inside out with the snap of a 
finger that they aren't equal to the white man? 


Dr. Henderson: Point taken. 


SCP-3155-27: Ha! That's the Pinkerton spirit! 


SCP-3155-33. Circa 1889 


SCP-3155-33: The best days working for Pinkerton were 
when we worked for less than tolerant clients. A Klan 
member calls in a Pink to settle some business with a 
local necromancer bringing his wife back, and the Boss 
brings in a Catholic, a woman, and a Negro to deal with 
the bastard. It's a work of art, really, seeing his jaw drop 
the floor. The best part is when he has to say "thanks" 
and pay the bill. 


Dr. Henderson: How common were these clients? 


SCP-3155-33: We had them once or twice a month. But 
when they happen, oh boy, is it priceless. A spectacle to 
behold. 


Dr. Henderson: Aside from them, what other clients did 
you have? 


<SCP-3155-33's smile disappears> 


SCP-3155-33: Well, let's just say that those clients aren't 
the most, um, respectable people in the world. 


Dr. Henderson: How so? 


SCP-3155-33: Factory owners, giant mining companies, 
and vast steel mills calling up the Agency to "bring in the 
freaks", as they put it, to put down a strike against 
"socialists, anarchists, and communists". Code words for 
the little guy, the worker. Fucked over and over and over 
again by the rich and powerful. Strikers, unions, eye- 
double-ya-—double-ya, and the list grows and grows. 


<SCP-3155-33 sighs> 


SCP-3155-33: It's hard to put them down. It's different 
when it's a demon or an anomalous necrophile, freaks 
and murders and criminals and everything in between. 
But when you're dealing with a striker, a weak person, 
and you have to throw a fire ball in his face, it's just 
<Pause>, fuck, | don't know. 


SCP-3155-44: They didn't have much of a choice when it 
came to getting rid of us. Not that it made things any less 
painful. Some of us left the old life behind, went out west 
to establish themselves anew. Some of us tried to keep 
the old detective life going, working as sheriffs, deputies, 
independents, and on and on. Some tried to be one or 
the other, but were forced into the other. 


Dr. Henderson: Such as? 


SCP-3155-44: Where to begin? Connor _ tried 
establishing himself as a butcher in Boston near the Irish 
quarter. He ended up frying someone robbing him. They 
threw him out on his ass and he had to flee west. He was 
going by Donald last time | checked. Or Carrie. She was 
a sweet woman, but her voice was sweeter. Tried being 
an actor down south. Key word being "tried". She ended 


up flying mid-performance. 
Dr. Henderson: What happened to her? 


SCP-3155-44: | don't know. But | have the sinking 
suspicion that it involved a concrete block and a river. Or 
Ken. He was from Appalachia, fought in the war. Last 
time | checked he was after some crazy bastard named 
"Sawteeth" in Chicago. | hope that poor bastard did 
good, in the end. 


SCP-3155-11. Circa 1889 


SCP-3155-11: | was fired in 1894. Business was a little 
harder for the Agency, considering the Pinkerton Act. It 
was so damn hard adjusting. | had to remember that | 
wasn't allowed in that bar, or that bathroom, or through 
that goddamn door way. | got used to it, but some just 
couldn't adjust. Many of us tried keeping in contact with 
each other, but some bled through the cracks. Some 
drowned in their own loneliness and despair and 
depression. 


Dr. Henderson: Mind giving us some examples? 
SCP-3155-11: Why? 

Dr. Henderson: For the record. 

<SCP-3155-11 pauses. Does not respond> 

Dr. Henderson: SCP-3155-11? 

SCP-3155-11: No. 

Dr. Henderson: What? 


SCP-3155-11: I'm not telling you. Fuck that. I'm not 
going to tell you all the people we've lost. All the people 
who drank themselves to death out of loneliness. Out of 


isolation. The people who were cast out of their 
communities for being "freaks" or for being "monsters" or 
"satanists" or "Catholics" or god knows what else. 


Do you have any fucking clue how that feels to be thrown 
out and labeled as a freak? To hide your powers out of 
fear of being hanged and killed or sent off to some 
fucking mad house or freak show or who knows where 
else? The Agency, for all its fuck ups and faults, was our 
home. It was our place where we could be safe. Where 
we had the power. 


We were free. We didn't have to worry about our skin 
color or religion or what's between our legs or where we 
decide to stick those things in what place. We didn't care. 
We loved each other. And to have that support line 
destroyed, ripped apart and cast aside, breaks people. 
They're broken and destroyed and want the pieces to be 
put back together but they just fucking won't. 


They just fucking won't. 
You wanna have an example? Fine. Look at Joey.4 
Addendum-3155.2: Incident-3155-01 


On 5-12-19 , Site-43 security discovered a damaged section of its 
electrical barbed wire fencing on the west side of the facility, near 
Site-43's B-Wing. Near the damaged section of the fence was a pair 
of wire cutters. Footage of the west side of Site-43 revealed an 
elderly individual damaging the electrical fencing with said wire 
cutters. The individual did not suffer any external damage despite 
the fencing sustaining high electrical energy. 


After this was discovered, Site-43's Director decided to initiate a lock 
down of the entirety of Site-43. MTF-Beta-22 ("The Whistleblowers") 
was tasked by Site-43's Chief of Security to locate the individual, 
who was believed to have been an SCP-3155 instance. MTF- 
Beta-22 were stationed within Site-43's B-Wing, while standard 
Foundation security forces were deployed to survey the rest of 
Site-43's A5, C6, and D? wings. 


One hour after the initial lockdown, security footage of B-Wing 
revealed that the individual had, through means unknown at the 
time, broken into the deepest sections of Site-43's B-Wing, the 
location where SCP-3155 instances were being held. 


Beta-22 were immediately ordered by Site-43's Director to terminate 
the entity, then classified as SCP-3155-58. 


While Beta-22 was attempting to locate SCP-3155-58, it had 
successfully entered into SCP-3155-11's cell. The following was 
recovered. 


SCP-3155-11: What the hell is go— Kenny? Is, is that 
you? 


<Muffled speaking> 


SCP-3155-11: The hell are you talking abo— We weren't 
kidnapped. 


<Muffled speaking> 


SCP-3155-11: Listen, I'm not some goddamn damsel. 
They take care of us her— 


<SCP-3155-58 grabs SCP-3155-11 by the arm and 
attempts to remove it from its cell> 


SCP-3155-11: The hell're you doing?! 
<SCP-3155-58 staggers back, its arm severely burned.> 
SCP-3155-11: Oh god! Ken, are you oka— 


<SCP-3155-58 attempts to get up, moving towards the 
door of the containment cell> 


Following this, Beta-22 had arrived to SCP-3155-11's cell, 
apprehending SCP-3155-58. Due to SCP-3155-11's action in 
injuring SCP-3155-58, Beta-22 were able to peacefully subdue it 
with little resistance. 


SCP-3155-58 has since been put into indefinite containment in 
Site-43's B Wing, with members of Beta-22 acting as its main 
guards until cooperation can be reached with SCP-3155-58. 


Footnotes 

1. Currently 58 individuals in Foundation custody. 

2. Currently Known as "Pinkerton Consulting & Investigations, Inc. 
d.b.a. Pinkerton Corporate Risk Management". 

3. During this time theAmerican Secure Containment Initiativehad 
disbanded due to lack of government funding during the Civil War. 
4. SCP-3155-1's birth name. 

5. Low Priority Containment Wing 

6.High Priority Containment Wing 

7. Personnel Wing. 


SCP-3156: Civilization Carrier Case 


Item #: SCP-3156 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-3156 may 
be safely stored in Containment Lockers 23 and 24 at Bio-Site-66. 


SCP-3156 has been cleared for testing in Site-66's terrarium testing 
chambers. Researchers interested in testing with SCP-3156 are to 
contact Dr. Helm and arrange an interview. No test involving 
SCP-3156 is to last longer than 30 days. After testing is concluded, 
researchers are to pump testing chambers with applicable 
insecticides. 


Description: SCP-3156 refers to a collection of 17 plastic 
containers similar to those designed to contain small animals such 
as rodents or insects. All instances of SCP-3156 possess a design 
etched onto the side that resembles a door. Instances of SCP-3156 
are all visually identical, with exception to the lids of each instance 
which may be a bright green, orange, or pink. 


Anomalous properties of SCP-3156 begin to manifest once an insect 
or arachnid is inserted into SCP-3156 via the lid. When an insect or 
arachnid is inserted into SCP-3156, the door design on the side of 
SCP-3156 will change in size to be similar in proportion to the 
specimen and will begin functioning as an actual entrance and exit 
to the container. If there are two or more specimens placed within 
SCP-3156, the door's size will achieve proportions equal to the 
average size between all specimens. After this change in structure, 
all specimens inside SCP-3156 become instances of SCP-3156-1. 


SCP-3156-1 is any insect or arachnid that has developed higher 
cognitive functions as a result of SCP-3156 and displays behaviour 
reflective of early sociocultural evolution, especially if said evolution 
is reflective of early developing human society. Provided that the