The next four pages involve attempts at matching star 


systems with notes. Many are scratched out, but the last 


two pages have legible sheet notation. 


I've done it. I've cracked the code, so to speak. 
The stars speak to me in a way | cannot form 
into words, and my notation flows without 
effort. | know what to write, when to write it. | 
hear the notes in my head, | don't even need 
to touch the piano. Everything has clicked into 
place. 


I've barricaded myself in here aside from trips 
for food. | need to finish this. Thank you, atlas. 
I'll dedicate this composition to you. 


The next eighty-six pages involve odd notations and 
sketches of constellations. 


Atlas Eclipticalis is finished. | had dedicated 
parts of it to some friends, colleagues, and the 
stars themselves. Despite my efforts, my work 
was not well received, again and | haven't 
even heard back from or with 
their usual constructive criticisms. | hope my 
oddities did not scare them off! 


Interestingly, | ran into that strange fellow | had 
encountered last year on my way to the 
market. He applauded me on my work and 
said something or other that | didn't quite 
catch. | heard no words, but it probably had to 
do with purpose. | ignored it. My eyes kept 
being drawn to the glint of the stone on his 
neck. A perfect five points encased in deep, 
deep green. Staring at it made my head spin, 
so | thanked him and went on my way. Didn't 


see much of his face again, although | 
remember that his lips were wry for a moment, 
or two, before he left my presence. That 
bothered me. It wasn't what bothered me the 
most though. 


Those five points still puncture my brain. 
[EXTRANEOUS ENTRIES REMOVED] 


is dead. They said he was found cold at his 
piano. Cardiac arrest, they think. At least he 
died where he loved most. He was a good 
man. 


They said he had my notes on the stand. Poor 
fellow. Probably took one look at my 
debauchery and keeled over. 


Well, I'm still at it, |. Sorry friend, my music 
must go on. 


The next thirty-three pages involve more of the same 
notation, as well as what appears to be constellations 
that coincide to no known systems in our observable 

universe. 


Years ago | said the notes of the stars flowed 
freely, like a river. That | never had to touch 
the piano because | felt an almost symbiotic 
relationship with my muse. It doesn't feel that 
way anymore. The notes surge through my 
brain, faster than | can catch sometimes. They 
come in like orders. I'm tired. I'm trying. I'm 
sorry. 


Freeman Etudes? Why on Earth would | name 
it that? Who is the free one here? What is your 
plan, for this, for me? No, | shouldn't ask 
questions. This is bigger than me. Bigger than 
everyone. 


The next one hundred and twelve pages are comprised 
of complex notations and a series of cognitohazardous 
symbols. Exposure to these symbols cause a marked 
increase in comprehension of astronomy and fascination 
with related anomalous designations, most commonly 
SCP-2070, SCP-1548, SCP-_, and SCP-1425. 


If any individual is exposed and begins to express 
classified knowledge or interest in celestial-based SCPs, 
they should be administered Class-A Amnestics and 
periodically checked for relapse via standard 
psychological evaluations. 


| don't know why | was so worried. The sky 
makes sense again. And you know my friend, 
the one that made me the dodecahedron? 
Turns out he was the fellow | met at the 
market. Or, rather, knew for years! Funny | 
didn't identify him earlier. He's become a 
quieter fellow than | remember, but I'm sure 
our kinship is still re-ignitable. There are only 
coincidences in this world, never fates, and 
that is good. Made it all the more special. 


It was confirmed today when he dropped by 
and gave me another wooden shape. It almost 
caught my eye more than the jade, but it 
wasn't until he left that | could actually take a 
good look at it. 


It's perfect. Similar to mine, but with these 
lovely points protruding from where the 
pentagonal faces of the former lay. | think he 
called it stellated. It doesn't matter. The shape 
filled the space of my old and | felt 
something... Strange. Strange but good. 
Confident. | like the pentagon, five is a good 
number. Five. 


Twenty pages of the notebook have been torn out here. 


Please. My fingers hurt. My hands are tired. 
My fillllrrrr 


Eighteen more pages have been torn out hapazardly. 
Flecks of blood appear on what remains. Notes are 
indecipherable. The remaining entry is almost illegible. 


Borealis was more than just music. | can't 
beflrbelieve what a fool I've been. Thli The 
notes flow no more. My head is hollow. | 
thought | was making my own, but it was 
[indecipherable]. | was being fed. My 
plrPURPOSE. All | did was take a bunch of 
random dots and connect them. But | wasn't 
using the map, | was mki plr making the map. 
The music made the roads. And now it knows 
how to get here. All that is left is the tlei obr fl 
rei plr tlei myr. And itss all my flaut. 


INTERVIEW LOG 3330-1A RESTRICTED TO O05 CLEARANCE ONL’ 


Interview 3330-1A 


Interviewer: Sr. Researcher J. Harkness 
Interviewee: SCP-3330-1 


SCP-3330-1: | see you watching the show. 
Why not listen as well? The music suits you. It 
suits everyone. 


Researcher Harkness: (Out loud) What the 
fuck! 


SCP-3330-1: Be still. I'm in here. Not out 
there. Join me in the music. The harmony, the 
harmony of the stars. Dead stars. You would 
not believe it. 


Researcher Harkness: | don't understand. 


SCP-3330-1: Oh, but you will. That puppet that 


put my thoughts into sound, he drew a map of 
rotted out stars. Those pathetic, celestial 
ghosts lead me right back here. Following 
them like a trail of burnt out lightbulbs or 
breadcrumbs or the blood that runs from an 
open wound. 


This world you have lies at the center of 
something very, very important. | am one of 
two that know this, and have purpose of 
arrival. 


The other is descending upon you with so 
much abhorrence, even | am often surprised. It 
isn't a race against each other though, you 
see? We both want what you have. To end it. | 
want something a little more, though. | want to 
be the one who gets to paint the sky, to be the 
real artist. | will make it as beautiful as possible 
and end it all at once. 


It will be magnificent. 


You barely know. All while you sit here and 
mock my work, blaspheme it. Are you not 
perfect? Are you not like me? | am perfect. 
Your world is not, and it will die, Doctor. It will 
die in Fives. Now give me my maps. 


Subject failed to keep synchronous play at this 
point and the interview was concluded. 


Footnotes 

1. Established as a fail safe in case of the sudden collapse or 
change in SCP-2400 or the TAER system that powers the site 
within. 

2. Class-A Amnestics were provided to Cage following Foundation 
recovery, thus the pieces ofFreemanpost 1978 are non-anomalous. 
3. Robotic manipulation has proved incapable of manifesting any 
effects. 

4. Supposed sacred geometric shape containing all six platonic 


solids affixed to thirteen matching circles. 


SCP-3331: With Apologies To John Cena 


X-Ray of an SCP-3331-1 instance showing Situs Inversus. 


Item #: SCP-3331 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3331 is to be stored ona 
secure pedestal in the centre of a containment chamber measuring 
at least 5m3. Instances of SCP-3331-1 are to be contained in 
standard humanoid containment chambers. 


For more information regarding SCP-3331-1-Alpha and Operation 
Glass Ring, see Sub-document 3331-1/12. 


Description: SCP-3331 is a Sesame Street branded electronic 
child's toy with 10 numbered buttons and a simple lenticular panel 
depicting a stylised phone screen. It constantly emits a series of 
audible tones in a range typically associated with standard 
telephone key tones. This occurs regardless of the presence of 
batteries or any other power source. 


Approximately once every three months SCP-3331 will produce four 
notes played by a brass horn instrument, consistent with the 
opening horn section of "The Night The Lights Went Out In 
Georgia", by Pete Schofield and the Canadians.! An instance of 
SCP-3331-1 will then manifest in an open space within 2m of 
SCP-3331, pick it up and hold a brief conversation as though it were 
a functional telephone.2 Once finished, this SCP-3331-1 instance 
will attempt to seek out and attack the nearest other instance of 
SCP-3331-1, and will become increasingly distressed and erratic in 
its behaviour if it is prevented from doing so. 


There are currently 26 instances of SCP-3331-1 in containment. 


SCP-3331-1 is a humanoid entity with the appearance and physical 
characteristics of American Professional Wrestler John Cena. All 


instances suffer from Situs Inversus3, and approximately 70% 
display additional anomalous properties. Interviews suggest that 
instances possess memories that closely mirror those of John Cena 
at the time of manifestation, though their personalities and 
behaviours have been seen to differ significantly. Table 3331-A 
contains examples of SCP-3331-1 instances. 


John Cena was interviewed shortly after the discovery of 
SCP-3331's anomalous properties, under the guise of investigating 
a potential stalker, though he appeared to have no knowledge of or 
connection to SCP-3331. He remains under observation. 


Table 3331-A 
Notable examples of instances of SCP-3331-1, categorised by 
instance number. 


# Anomalous Notes 
Properties 
1 None. Personality profile 
closely matches that 
of John Cena. 

6 A memetic effect that Prone to seemingly 
causes observers to} random bouts of 
perceive it as being | megalomania, 
approximately 70cm) typically expressed in 
taller than themselves. the form of "wrestling 
Effect translates promo" style 
through video monologues. 
recordings; actual 
height presumed to 
match that of John 
Cena, but cannot be 
confirmed. 

13 Possesses low-level! Suffers from Antisocial 
psychic abilities that) Personality Disorder, 
allow it to predict the) and has been 
physical movements, observed to use its 
of nearby individuals. anomalous properties 

to inflict severe 
physical injuries on 


14 


18 


23 


containment 
personnel. 
Consequently, 
Instance 13 should 
only have direct 
contact with personnel 
rating 85 or higher on 
the Psychic 
Resistance Scale. 


Able to manipulate the Suffers from a unique 
flow of time in the areapsychological disorder 


immediately 
surrounding its body. 
allowing it to move 
extremely quickly or 
extremely slowly frorn 
the perspective of 
those observing it. 

A highly durable and 
malleable skeletal 
structure, making it 
highly resistant to 
physical trauma and 
allowing for a wider 
range of movement 
than the human 
skeleton typically 
allows. 

When directly 
engaged in any form 
of game, contest, or 


related to the way it 
perceives time. 
Currently under 
analysis. 


Attempted escape a 
number of times by 
compressing its 
skeleton to such a 
degree that it could 
enter spaces too small 
for a typical human of 
its size. 


It is extremely 
egotistical, believing 
its victories to be the 


challenge, Instance 23result of natural skill, 


will always win, 


and will regularly try 


regardless of any prior and bait Foundation 


experience in the 
specific game or how 
many other 
participants there are. 


staff into contests 
through personal 
insults. Under no 
circumstances is 
language that would 
conflate its 


containment with a 
game or challenge to 
be used around 
Instance 23. 


Recovery 

SCP-3331 was recovered on 23/08/2010, when automated internet 
analysis bot I/O-TIGER flagged potential anomalous activity; a forum 
post describing a "toy kids phone that keeps on beeping even after 
the batteries are out" combined with a number of sightings of John 
Cena in the area, when John Cena himself was confirmed to be 
elsewhere. Investigation revealed the poster to be a nurse at 
Hospital, , and that the object belonged to a terminally ill child who 
was visited by John Cena in 2007; it had been left in storage 
following their death. 


Incident 3331/4 

On 17/11/2017 John Cena made contact with the Agent who 
performed his original interview via a supplied phone number, to 
report seeing a person who "looked a lot like him" outside of his 
home. Agents were dispatched to investigate, and he was brought in 
for a second interview, transcribed below. 


Interviewer: Agent Sonia Li 
Interviewee: John Cena 


[TRANSCRIPT BEGINS] 
Cena: Detective Li, good to see you again. 


Li: Mr. Cena. | understand you're having trouble with a 
stalker? 


Cena: Yeah, saw someone sneaking around outside my 
house a couple of nights ago, and | remembered what 
you said the last time about calling you if anything came 


up. 
Li: Of course. Can you describe this person? 


Cena: Yeah, uh, he... 


force were administered Class-A amnestics. 


Addendum 430-1: Sons of Magdalene 

A fringe christian sect led by aJohann __, members of Sons of 
Magdalene venerated SCP-430 as a living manifestation of God's 
judgement, and considered SCP-430-2 holy martyrs, usually 
providing them with drinking water, honey and insects, as a 
reflection of the fasting of Saint John the Baptist. 

In its original location, SCP-430 hung from the roof, behind the altar 
of the compound's church, with a sheet of worked sheepskin with 
the following inscription4 covering its lower half. 


For Mary Magdalene was sinful, but she knew of her sin, 
and repented in the face of our Lord, and was thus 
blessed 

And the scribes and Pharisees who brought her forth and 
willed to stone her knew of her sin 

But they were sinful and did not know of their own sin, 
and thus were damned 

And Lord Jesus said to them, He that is without sin 
among you, let him first cast a stone at her, 

And blessed were the men and women for they learned 
of their sin, for they have walked the path of salvation. 


Addendum 430-2: 


Incident 430-1: 

On / /19 , SCP-480-C failed to appear within SCP-430 
following expiry of then-current SCP-430-2 even after 
one hour since event. 

153 minutes after event, Researcher A. Novikov 
disappeared from his office®, becoming the next 
SCP-430-2, with observers citing charges of sedition and 
lése majesté. 

When interrogated, SCP-430-C admitted to signing the 
document with Researcher A. Novikov's name, claiming 
to have overheard it from security personnel, and citing "I 
never signed shit with my own name, and not gonna start 
now" as a reason. Examination of the signed sheet 
confirmed this finding. SCP-430-C was terminated on 
disciplinary charges. 


(Silence.) 


Cena: He looked like me. For a few seconds | thought it 
was just my own reflection in a window. That's weird, 
right? 


Li: Did he do anything? 


Cena: No, he uh, | think he ran when he noticed I'd seen 
him. 


Li: Have you seen him around before? Or anyone who 
looked like him? 


Cena: Looks like me, you mean. 
Li: Right. 


Cena: You'd think | would remember seeing someone 
who looks exactly like me before. 


Li: And have yo- 

Cena: Unless you'd wiped my memory of it, of course. 
(Silence.) 

Li: What do you me- 


At this point, video footage shows Agent Li become 
frozen in place, as though unable to move. 


Cena: Come now, Agent Li. We both know you wouldn't 
be displaying such an incredible lack of subtlety if you 
weren't planning on having me forget the entire thing 
after. What is it you call them? 


Li: Wuh- wuh- wuh- 
Cena: Ah yes, amnestics. Strange name. 


Li: Hu- how- 


Cena: How am | doing this? Oh, | have a great many 
gifts. Less than I'd like, of course, since you cut off my 
supply. | was content with what | had for a while, 
obviously. Easy to be the best John Cena when there's 
no other competition. 


Li: St- st- sto-