In today's world, children are bored of animation, 
puppets, costumes, and even the once groundbreaking 
computer generated graphics. They've seen it all; They 
know it's all fake. Children nowadays want more, but 
what is the next step in the entertainment industry? Think 
outside the box. We're not talking about puppets or any 
of those materials children know are fake. We, as 
humans, inherently need to associate with living, 
breathing creatures; not puppets or moving pictures. 
We're talking about Real Characters! Our goal is to 
provide children with characters that are alive, that will 
teach them how to manage their emotions and solve life 
problems realistically. You can't get more real than that! 


Addendum 3325-2a: The following video recording was recovered 
from the facility, with the cassette wedged behind a prop. The text, 
"we shouldn't have played God", is written over the casing. 


+Video Log 3325-1 
<Begin Log> 


(An unidentified female human and an 
instance of SCP-3325-1a are visible. At least 
two male human subjects are also present, as 
well as other unidentified personnel) 


Male 1: Alright, demo scene 1. Ready? Action! 


Female: Hello- Hold on, it's staring at me 
funny. 


Male 1: Cut! Is thataproblem, ? 


Male 2: Not at all, it's just confused because it 
hasn't been given any commands yet. It has 
very limited intelligence. Just say your lines, 

, I'll give it the cue. 


Male 1: Alright, then. Action! 


SCP-3325-1b: I've flown back since Winter is 


over (the instance is observed to speak in a 
distorted voice). 


Male 1: Cut! Hey, it wasn't supposed to speak 
yet! 


Male 2: Sorry, this one's new. We didn't have 
a lot of time to train it. 


Male 1: Well, get it right this time. Action! 


Female: Hello, Mr. Beaky! What brings you- 
I'm sorry, but | don't like the feel of this. What's 
it doing? Ow! 


(The instance of SCP-3325-1 proceeds to bite 
the subject's arm) 


Male 2: It's alright. No. Stop. Stop! (subject 
walks on screen to address the instance) 


(Instance appears to bite the subject with 
increased pressure. Female subject attempts 
to struggle against it.) 


Female: It's biting me! Do something, damn it! 
Male 1: Cut! Turn the camera off! 


Male 2: Let go! Let go! (subject begins beating 
the instance with a baton) 


Female: Use a dart! It's hurting me! 


(The subject screams as blood trails down her 
arm) 


Male 2: Security! Security! 
Male 1: Hey, | told you to turn it off! 


(A security team enters the room as the 


recording is terminated) 
<End Log> 


Addendum 3325-2b: The following video footage was found hidden 
in the security room among an officer's personal belongings. All 
other surveillance footage was corrupted, and is believed to have 
been erased intentionally. 


+Video Log 3325-2 
<Begin Log> 


(Two unidentified subjects, appearing to be 
guards, are observed on a catwalk. The 
subjects are armed with long poles with 
devices attached at the end, assumed to be 
tasers. Pens containing instances of 
SCP-3325-1 are observed below them) 


Guard 1: | feel like shocking these guys for 
fun. They don't do shit. 


Guard 2: Well, they stink and are fucking 
creepy, that's for sure. Can't believe children 
are supposed to watch this. 


Guard 1: Yeah, especially when they talk. It's 
nightmare fuel. Hey, look at that one. Just 
staring dead ahead. Hey! Hey, can you hear 
me? (laughs) See? Nothing. 


Guard 2: They're probably brain dead. | heard 
they only last for a week, or something like 
that, before they start melting. 


Guard 1: Seriously? 


Guard 2: Yeah, it's messed up. Last week | 
saw one- hey, look. That one's staring at you. 
(laughs and points at an instance of 
SCP-3325-1b) 


Guard 1: Oh, shit, you're right. Shit, that's 
uncomfortable. Hey! Mind your own fucking 
business, you creep! 


Guard 2: Ignore it. It's brain dead, remember? 


Guard 1: | don't like it. It's really creepy. Hey, 
you know what? | bet | can knock its hat off. 


Guard 2: Grow up, man. 


Guard 1: Watch this. I'll just get it back with 
the stick later. 


Guard 2: Hey, what the fuck are- 


(Subject retrieves an empty bottle and throws 
it at the instance of SCP-3325-1b. The bottle 
strikes the "hat" of the instance, and causes it 
to rupture and bleed. The structure is 
discovered to be organic in nature, and an 
extension of the organism) 


Guard 1: Oh, shit! 


Guard 2: Damn! That was part of its body? No 
wonder it never falls off. What are you going to 
do? 


Guard 1: Shit, uh, I'll just tell them it fell over 
and hurt itself. It's not going to last long, 
anyway. 


Guard 2: Crap! Security camera! (subject 
points at the camera) 


Guard 1: Ah, fuck! How could | forget about 
that? 


Guard 2: Shut up! | think it records audio as 
well. 


Guard 1: Alright, alright, it's okay. | think 
Danny is handling the security room. He's cool 
with me. I'll just tell him to erase this or 
something. Hey, Danny! Can you hear me? 


(camera sways up and down) 


Guard 1: See? Told you it's cool. Just act like 
nothing happened. 


Guard 2: Grow the fuck up, man. You're lucky 
| found you this job. Don't screw up. 


<End Log> 


Addendum 3325-3: The following selected audio logs, produced by 
an unidentified individual, were recovered from floor LG-3. The 
recordings were found in a janitor's closet, hidden among cleaning 
supplies. The subject is assumed to be a researcher. 


+Audio Log 3325-1 


Researcher: is a genius. We can train the 
subjects to speak certain phrases by adjusting 
their vocal chords and related structures to 
allow for speech. All those long, sleepless 
nights have paid off. Subject-188 spoke a 
sentence today. It isn't perfect, I'll admit, but 
we'll get there someday. Now, we still have to 
address their intelligence, because some of 
the subjects lack even the most basic of self 
preservation instincts. They won't even eat or 
drink, and have to be fed through tubes to be 
kept alive. These ones will have to be 
incinerated. 


Researcher: The applications for these 
subjects are endless. Children's television 
shows are just the tip of the iceberg. In 50 
years, we may be seeing petting zoos, live 
performances, appearances at events... we 


may even succeed in creating subjects that 
are suitable to be kept as pets. Who knows? 


Researcher: (yawns) Well, today had a 
surprise in store for me. The site manager just 
contacted me to tell me that quit, for 
whatever reason. I've been promoted to lead 
the project. 


Researcher: Someone's going to be in deep 
shit if another subject attacks another actor. 
Their neurological structure must be inherently 
unstable. | simply don't have the qualifications 
to address that. I'm going to request for 
another recruitment drive. This time for 
neurologists. God, that would be like looking 
for a needle in a haystack. This technology is 
still in its infancy. We can't predict the outcome 
with sufficient accuracy to produce consistent 
results. In the meantime, I'm suggesting that 
we fit the subjects with shock collars, at least 
until we can control their aggressive behavior. 


Researcher: (yawns) This is test number 31, 
to determine the cause of cell lysis. The cells 
keep destabilizing. The structure is sound, and 
all the components should fit together nicely. 
I've got to find a way to keep them stable. Last 
week, one of the characters melted during 
shooting. Director was seriously pissed, saying 
we can't have that happen again. We'll be 
ruined if children are traumatized, seeing their 
favorite characters melting in front of them. 
Producing additional subjects to replace the 
ones that melt is a huge hassle, so we've got 
to find a way to stabilize them. Just getting 
them in the right shape is a tedious process. 
The research and development team are 
working hard on this. 


(the sound of glass being slammed repeatedly 


is heard) 


Researcher: Subject-200 is extremely hostile, 
but it lasted almost 2 weeks without 
experiencing critical cellular breakdown. This 
is much longer than any of the other subjects 
engineered. Due to the combination of cells 
utilized, the subject is able to produce a highly 
corrosive acid; ultimately, an undesired side 
effect. Cell structure and genome have been 
recorded, and the subject is to be terminated 
for its aggressive behavior. Future 
experiments will be conducted to determine 
methods to reduce aggression in the subjects. 


Researcher: We conducted test 203-3 today 
by putting a trash can into its containment 
chamber. The thing immediately climbed in. I'd 
say the behavior manipulation and shaping 
process is coming along quite well, thanks to 
the new researchers we've acquired. 


Unidentified Subject: Looks like a chthonic 
nightmare. 


Researcher: Yes, it looks like a chthonic 
nightmare. We're still experimenting with 
stabilizing the cells, and are not concerned 
with looks for the moment. 


Researcher: Subject-203 escaped today, after 
it attacked two guards. It crawled into the 
vents. Security killed it in the end. The subjects 
are getting more and more aggressive. If this 
behavior continues and can't be addressed, | 
may quit as well. It isn't worth it. Maybe we're 
meddling with something we should have left 
well enough alone. We have to start 
addressing this aggressive behavior. 


Researcher: The subjects are exhibiting what 


appears to be a primitive form of intelligence. 
Previously they were content with just sitting 
around, doing nothing. That was a problem in 
itself, as they were a waste of resources and 
couldn't be trained. These ones appear to be 
able to communicate, although | can't 
determine what the medium is. Furthermore, 
they've developed some kind of a hierarchy. 
Further study is required. Otherwise, we might 
as well terminate this batch. This level of 
intelligence is not necessary. 


Researcher: God damn it! None of the higher 
ups are taking me seriously! It's not just me, 
it's the other researchers as well! What are 
they thinking? Where do they think they're 
directing our research? | can understand that 
we were supposed to stabilize these things to 
stop them from fucking melting on screen, but 
they're becoming more dangerous. | think 
something is going on here. | don't think it's 
about that kid's show. Maybe it was, at first, 
but now I'm not so sure. 


Researcher: There's that floor for level 4 
personnel. It's at the far end of LG-3, 
accessible from a separate elevator. I'm 
getting suspicious about it. None of the other 
researchers know what's down there, and 
we're the ones keeping this project alive. If it's 
not used for research, then what are they 
doing down there? It's the guys in suits. The 
men in black, as we call them. They're directed 
down there by the administrator's spokesman. 
They stay down there for a few hours, then 
leave. They're hiding something from us, but 
what? 


(subject is heard whispering) 


Researcher: I've decided to keep my thoughts 


to myself. Some of the other researchers 
voiced out their concerns, and they were let 
go. I'm not buying into that. Maybe I'm just 
being paranoid- 


(the sound of an alarm is audible) 


Researcher: Shit! That's a security breach! 
Something's gone wrong. 


Researcher: The escaped subjects were 
caught and incinerated. Security footage 
revealed the problem. They tricked the guards 
watching them. They played dead so the 
guards would go in to retrieve their carcasses 
for incineration. That's when they struck. Now 
we have a guy dead, and another with severe 
injuries. How the fuck did this behavior 
develop? How could we have not observed 
this level of intelligence in previous tests? 
These things are dangerous. They are not 
suitable for any children's show. Not unless we 
can control them. 


Researcher: Alright, today I'll be discussing 
methods for curtailing the aggressive behavior 
of the subjects with our team of neurologists. 
Recently, we've- 


(the sound of an alarm is audible) 


Researcher: What the hell? Is that... oh, shit! 
That's a major security breach. 


Unidentified Subject: All personnel, remain 
calm and evacuate th- 


Researcher: (whispering) They've rounded up 
the researchers. | slipped away and called for 
help. This was no accident. This breach was 
planned. All fucking subjects were released at 


When a subject wears SCP-429, they gain an instinctive 
understanding of its operation, although they do not gain the ability 
to convey this information to others. If the subject visualises a 
location and follows their instinctual understanding to adjust the 
controls, the wearer will disappear from their current location and 
simultaneously appear at the visualised location. Upon arrival, the 
controls save for 1 and 6 return to their original positions. Control 1 
remains depressed until released and control 6 adjusts the clock 
face to local time. After activation, SCP-429 is inert until control 1 is 
released. 


The subject does not perceive travel via SCP-429 as instantaneous. 
Each subject has reported a prolonged period of paralysis and 
blindness equivalent to the time it would take to travel in a direct line 
between the activation location and destination travelling at 
approximately 6-10 km/h. The biological needs of the activating 
subject progress as normal during this time. Therefore, journeys of 
more than 510 km are not advised due to the risk of dehydration. 
Suffocation does not appear to be a hazard, however. 


The controls are highly sensitive and will move under the slightest 
pressure. If the controls are altered without the instinctive 
understanding granted by wearing SCP-429, it will disappear from 
its current location and reappear somewhere within 1.76 km, taking 
the individual who altered the controls with it. The time elapsed in 
such cases appears to be significantly higher than normal, with the 
activating subject typically arriving in a state of advanced decay. 


On / /20 , SCP-429 was activated remotely via a robotic arm 
equipped with a video camera and a range of sensor equipment. No 
data of any kind was recorded by any of the equipment save for the 
on-board timing mechanism, which recorded an 8 month, 5 day and 
37 second time lapse. 


SCP-429 came to the attention of the Foundation after a series of 
seemingly impossible burglaries. The Foundation examined security 
camera footage and noticed an individual, believed to be SCP-429's 
creator, disappearing from sight shortly before each burglary. The 
individual appeared to be using SCP-429 for short jumps to access 
inaccessible locations. The Foundation pursued the individual 
across 3 continents over a period of 9 years before the individual 


once. 
(the subject is heard breathing heavily) 


Researcher: | don't know how much time | 
have left. | should have seen it sooner. More 
and more researchers were disappearing. 
They knew too much, and I'm next. Listen. You 
can't let them do this. There were these people 
over at the facility. Guys in suits, the subjects 
were ignoring them. This is a conspiracy. 
Those times they came over, | think they were 
discussing- 


(the subject stops talking for 3 seconds. Faint 
footsteps are audible) 


(the audio is muffled; the subject is assumed 
to have hidden the recording device) 


Researcher: (whispering) Oh, God, please... 
Oh, God... 


(a door being forced open is audible) 
Researcher: No! Please, don't- (screaming) 
(4 gunshots are audible) 


Unidentified subject 1: R3-6 has been 
terminated. That's all of them. Dispose of him 
along with the others. 


Unidentified subject 2: Roger. 


Unidentified subject 1: Let's get what we 
came here for and get out. The bastard called 
someone, so we don't have much time. 


(footsteps are audible) 


(the recording continues, but contains silence 


for 37 minutes before ending)