Documents

### Dr. L's Note

"*I don't know why I'm bothering. I'm the only one alive anymore, I think. Or maybe just sane? Or am I even that much, at this point? I feel like I have to leave something, some shard of myself behind. I've seen the others, I know I'll most likely not even leave a body. So maybe that's what this is. Slivering myself off, leaving breadcrumbs of my brain, scattered and tattered. I keep hearing things in the dark. It's almost worse than what's in the light. I taste metal.*
*Dr. L*"

### Dr. L's Note No. 2

"*"Aversion to light" my foot. He doesn't mind light, he's never had any issue with light, never, ever, never. He just doesn't like to take all at once, no, not all, not at all. It...there were tests done. During a breach, some girly item that could see things, she watched it, saw it, was seen, saw? He likes to hunt. Or maybe he just likes? He doesn't retreat from the light, he just stops being "it" for a while. He slides back, and hides, and counts to ten again, begin again, and off he goes! Only nobody is ever "it" again. He takes his toys and the players, and he goes home.*
*Dr. L*"

### Blood-Stained Note

"*God in heaven (hell?), I think the wall cracked. Or the floor? Ceiling? I haven't been up top in twelve years, I don't know which edge is top. When the locks dropped, the security walls released. Each sub section is sealed now, we're all cut off. 106 is supposed to be secured in this section, but the item overload buggered the usual assignments...I can't imagine what the primary storage sections are like. I saw a concrete wall bulge. I mean bulge, like a bedsheet with a naughty child underneath, then just go back down. My teeth are feeling odd.*"
**Located in SCP-513's Containment Chamber.**

### Dr. L.'s Burnt Note

"*Stupid machine with a stupid idea of a stupid world. Buggering clockwork moron doesn't play fair. I gave it a nice card, and asked nice, and I got a better one in return. Off I skip, until the old man comes and takes my toys away, and off I run. I give it again, and sweet talk and pet, and I get some kind of plastic stick. It glows. The doors don't know it, the computers don't like it, and now I can't open the security boot. I need to get another, try again, maybe, but he's there, sitting, standing, stalking. I can't go back, I hear scraping. Where did my batteries go?*"

### Dr. L.'s Burnt Note No. 2

"*Recalled to the pain, as a dinner bell, or just a shiny thing? I can't get to the section with the recall set-up, so I'm the brightest, most ringing bit here. Just a little snap, a little cut, and the old man comes a runnin'. We never know what, or why, but on he comes, The floodlights are supposed to subdue, the shapes and liquids, confuse, but I think he's just lazy. Like a lion. Roar. Takes what he can, but isn't about to work for it. There's always another day, another way, another dead. I can hear him watching me. Through the floors, watching like a fish tank. Blub blub.*"

### Scorched Note

"*I can hear him. Can you? Listen, I swear, he's there, on the inner side of the wall...listening. I can hear his teeth. They sing like a power line, pitched to make your bones squeak. I wish he would just kill me. Kill them. No. The report lies, lies to the bone. He doesn't kill anyone, not really. They die later, die of wounds, or additions, or attentions, but no. He pulls them in to his box, and hurts them, then makes the maze. He cradled someone in barb wire, touching them while they tried to scream through a shredded tongue. He owns the rules there, he's god there, the all and one. What if it's here, too? Making all this just to torture it. Make a ant farm just to have targets for the magnifying glass. My molar fell out. It was black. I don't have it anymore.*
*Will you won't you. Won't you will? He is slow, because he has time. Endless time. The group unconscious, the fear of the lean, cruel and powerful...is he it, or the son of that feeling? You may outrun him, run around, run run runrunrunrun and it means no. he just keeps going, coming, watching, smiling. I hate this place. My home is gone, and I hate this, and I hate.*"
**Located beside the elevator to the Maintenance Tunnels.**

### 860-1 Log No. 1

"*Log #1Something seems to have gone wrong.The moment I entered the forest,communication with the researchers was lost.My headset is playing soft music instead. It'svery calming. The blue hue is beautiful, andI've never felt more at ease in my life.*"
**Located in SCP-860-1.**

### 860-1 Log No. 2

"*Log #2I just noticed but the path here is made ofcobblestones. That is odd. I recall it being madeof dirt when I first entered the forest.I'm hearing howls in the distance, but theydon't seem aggressive.It's like they're calling me.Warm lights shine between trees.My headset keeps playing music.*"
**Located in SCP-860-1.**

### 860-1 Log No. 3

"*Log #3Golden eyes watch me from every directionand they howl non-stop. The wind carrieswhispers and curses. It's been like this foryears now. Or has it been hours?I can't recall.Twigs snap and leafs rustle close by. SometimesI hear them breathing in my neck. Yet I'm notafraid? The wind they blow is warm and com-forting. I haven't sleep since I entered here.Maybe it's time to take a nap? I'll wake whenyou get here, D-9341. I'm kinda hungry.*"
**Located in SCP-860-1.**

### SCP-035 Addendum

**Located in SCP-035's Containment Chamber.**

### SCP-1074 Containment Notice

Dr. Maple is a reference to Juanjpro, whose last name is 'Arce' (which is Spanish for 'Maple'). This is also referenced in the document's file name where it is called `doc_arce.jpg`.
**Located in the Archive Room.**

### Gonzales Journal Page

"*It was incredible watching her grow into a fine young woman, I wished Becky would’ve been there to see who she’s become, but I know she would’ve been proud. Lily had gotten into a college oversees to study literature, and when the day came that I was going to lose my daughter, she simply walked up to me and said “Time really can change anything”, she then grabbed my hand, opened it up, and put the pocket watch her mother gave her into my hand. I looked at her, a tear running down my cheek. She hugged me, “I love you dad” she said in my ear. Turning around she got in her car packed with all her things, and drove off to a new phase of her life, one where she could make a difference in the world. The house seemed empty afterwards, all the intimate memories sealed into the walls. I could feel our story in that house, and it always reminded me of the love I shared.*
*A few months later I got a job offer, one that was much different from anything else I had been approached about. It was for a janitor/mechanic position, but I had just been laid off at my previous work, so I was trying to find anything that would pay. “We are giving you the chance to step foot in a world where reality as you know it is different. Where we can make a difference” The man told me as I sat down at our dining table with coffee in my hands. “It comes with a sacrifice however” he said, “ You’ll see things that might change you and your perspective. It might change everything about you” He continued. “We fight in the shadows so that the world can live in the light”. Silence came over the house as he awaiting my answer. All I could think about was whether I was ready to much such a change..*"
The sticky note reads:
"*Sir, I retrieved thispage from Mr. Gonzales'journal as you requested.It appears the memoryimplant was successful.We won't be getting anyproblems from him abouthis family anymore.*"
**Located in Dr. Harp's Office.**

### Propaganda Leaflet

Original:
*"**NICHT EUER KIND** ist das, sondern irgendeines der zahllosen Kinder, die von deutschen Fliegerbomben ereist wurden: in Warschau, in Rotterdam, in Belgrad... Wieviel Leid und Elend, wie viele ausgebrannte Häuser, zerstörte Kirchen, verwüstete Städte und Dörfer klagen heute überall in Europa den Mann an, der diesen Krieg 20 Jahre lang gepredigt, 7 Jahre lang vorbereitet und am 1. September 1939 vom Zaun gebrochen hat! Und alles das geschah in Namen des deutschen Reiches - in Eurem Namen, unter der Hakenkreuzfahne - Eurer Fahne, durch deutsche Armeen - Eure Väter, Söhne, Brüder..*
***WOLLT IHR DAFÜR BÜßEN?**"*
The scribbling at the bottom left of the leaflet reads:
*"ES TUT MIR LEID HELEN, ich wünschte, ich hätte dabei sein können*."
Translation:
*"**NOT YOUR CHILD**, just one of the countless children who have been killed by German bombs in Warsaw, Rotterdam and Belgrade... How much sorrow and misery, how many burnt out houses, destroyed churches, devastated towns and villages bear witness throughout Europe against the man who preached this war for twenty years, prepared it for seven years and on September 1st, 1939 unleashed it! And all that was done in the name of the German Reich - in your name, under the Nazi flag - your flag. by German armies - your fathers, sons and brothers..-*
***DO YOU WANT TO PAY FOR THIS?**"*
The scribbling at the bottom left of the leaflet reads:
"*I'M SORRY HELEN, I wish I could have been there.*"

**WARNING: The following may contain spoilers about the game.**

### Disciplinary Hearing DH-S-4137-17092

The document itself is crumpled and does include a stamp reading: "*O5 access only*"
"***CLEARANCE LEVEL 5***
***DISCIPLINARY HEARING DH-S-4137-17092***
***DEFENDANT:** ████████████*
***POSITION:** Senior Researcher*
***LOCATION:** Site ██*
***DATE:** ██/██/████*

*Offense charged:*
*Unauthorized research of a hypothetical anomalous phenomenon hereby refered to as the "Spiral Gestalt".*

***Contents**:*
*1. Background*
*2. Minutes*

*3. Verdict*"
**Located in SCP-1162.**

**Spoilers end here.**

### Research Sector 02 Scheme

**Located in SCP-049's Containment Chamber.**

## Old Documents

During the development of *SCP - Containment Breach*, some document files were scrapped, replaced, or heavily altered.

* The original document template used from v0.1-0.7.4.
* The original "Notable MTFs" document. Includes a mentions of a MTF that is dedicated to capturing SCP-247 instances.
* This document was dedicated purely for the Nine-Tail Fox unit, however was eventually merged into the current "Notable MTFs" document.
* Before the "Mysterious Note" was added to v0.3, it had this as a placeholder. It congratulates the player for unlocking Maynard's office and shows a picture of SCP-173 in a suggestive pose.
* A print of messages from the email of Site Director Rosewood, which was added in v0.3 and could be found on the desk in the Head Office. This document existed in the game until v0.5, when it was removed in favor of a readable monitor displaying the emails instead. Note that Security Chief Franklin's response is much shorter than the version on the monitor.