Item #: SCP-5566
Object Class: Safe Euclid Keter Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures:

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Instances of SCP-5566-A are to be contained in a comfortable room when behaviour is present and to be given permission to access old laboratory facilities. As soon as sequence is commenced, SCP-5566-A instances are to complete it without being interrupted. If sequence takes over five minutes to complete and instance of SCP-5566-A is in a public area, instances are to be escorted back to its containment without interruption. SCP-5566-A instances are allowed access to recreational facilities in their containment cells as well.
Update 03-03-2019: SCP-5566-A instances cannot infect each other, and are thus allowed a common shared space even during the sequence.
Update 07-03-2019: Recreational facilities that can be used as a means of communication are no longer allowed. Doors are to be locked as soon as sequence begins.
Update 09-03-2019: Instances of SCP-5566-A are no longer allowed a shared space between them, nor can they keep pets. They must be locked up securely at all times. A separate containment area to provide food is attached to SCP-5566 containment cells. It is accessible to personnel from outside of the containment unit and to instances of SCP-5566-A. Doors to this area are to be locked whenever in use, and surveillance must be shut down for as long as any SCP-5566-A instance is in this feeding area.
Update 01-04-2019: Personnel no longer allowed to disrupt SCP-5566-A containment areas. Supplying food without otherwise changing anything in the room is still allowed. At moments of lucidity, SCP-5566-A instances are instructed to dispose of its own physical disruptions created during the sequence.
Update 14-04-2019: Researchers working on SCP-5566 in the future will have to go through an emotional screening. Highly empathetic researchers are unfit to observe SCP-5566-A instances.
Update 14-07-2019: Instances of SCP-5566-B are to be kept in cells which can be locked from the outside. Surveillance will commence during specific times confirmed by Fibonacci sequence research to be safe time slots, or by trained/screened personnel who will refrain from turning off any surveillance apparatus.
Update 28-08-2019: Time slots no longer accurate. Surveillance not to be turned off anymore.
Update 30-08-2019: Surveillance apparatus should be plugged into a back-up generator at all times.
Update 04-09-2019: Wounds inflicted by instances of SCP-5566 on itself while sequence is in action are to be left to heal on its own and ignored by medical personnel.

Final Update 28-10-2019: All instances of individuals infected by SCP-5566 are to be locked up in an outside container without any access to food or human contact. Room is to be encased in cement and buried deep underground in an undisclosed location. Explicit warnings and contact information are to be included on or near the containment unit. Afterwards SCP-5566 is to remain neutralized - no attempt at research or containment is to be made.
Description: SCP-5566 was a highly infectious anomalous verbal tic affecting a multitude of Foundation researchers. To this date, it is unclear what caused it and under what rules it operated. After an unusually high amount of failed research operations on the phenomenon, a - so far successful - attempt at total neutralization was made. It is theorized that, with the current procedures in place, SCP-5566 will unable to affect anyone anymore. Previous descriptions as well as research performed into the SCP-5566 phenomenon can be found in the addenda.
Addendum 5566-1: Previous iterations of item description.

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SCP-5566 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting humans, who are then dubbed an instance of SCP-5566-A. The first person observed to be infected by SCP-5566 is Elaine Fontaine (henceforth SCP-5566-A-1), a 26 year-old research assistant who was last active during a Foundation expedition to Europe and has been infected ever since. SCP-5566 presents as a strangely contagious verbal tic. SCP-5566-A-1 murmurs the phrase "sank" repeatedly in uncharacteristic tone of voice, until interrupted or a certain time has passed. The amount of times the phrase is said differs per sequence, but it generally increases in frequency over time.
SCP-5566-A-1 stopped displaying its sequence after researcher Dr. Gill attempted to obstruct its mouth, after which it regained consciousness immediately. After this incident, SCP-5566-A-1 went back to displaying shorter sequences, and instances of sequences became considerably less frequent. An investigation to find similar methods of halting the phenomenon will be started by the research teams. This will hopefully result in finding a way to cure SCP-5566-A-1 of SCP-5566. SCP-5566-A-1 is considered safe as its sequences render it immobile, it has no history of violent tendencies and has a cooperative nature. Containment is purely meant to prevent the creation of other instances of SCP-5566-A.
Following is a list of behaviors considered to be interruptions. Personnel are to frequently read up on these and make themselves familiar with them. This list is most likely incomplete and may be added to in the future.

Talking with the intention of talking over or to SCP-5566-A, or using any other noise with the purpose of disrupting the sequence while it is being displayed.
Turning off a surveillance camera and/or microphone while it is observing a sequence.
Obstructing the mouth of SCP-5566-A and other means of physically prohibiting the sequence to continue.
Executing SCP-5566-A; this will result in the killer becoming an instance of SCP-5566-A. However: if executed by a fellow SCP-5566-A instance, this does not happen.
Removing, hiding or altering images or writings made while in trance.
Treating wounds inflicted during SCP-5566 trance.
Touching remains of SCP-5566-A instances after its death during trance.
Opening the door in response to knocking.
Working on infected instances with feeding tubes and other such equipment.

Update 03-03-2019: Medical teams have stopped their attempt at curing SCP-5566-A-1 after Dr. Gill started displaying a similar tic and is now assigned SCP-5566-A-4. Obstructing its mouth is henceforth seen as a interruption rather than a preventive measure. It has been noted that SCP-5566 sequences occur simultaneously between all the affected. Instances of SCP-5566-A cannot be interrupted by one another, and as such it has been decided to allow the infected a shared space between them.
Update 07-03-2019: SCP-5566-A-2 displayed uncharacteristic behavior not previously observed in SCP-5566-A instances during a sequence. It moved to the area of the feeding room that the surveillance camera was currently focused on, and was able to write on the wall with paints that were previously allowed as recreational facility. SCP-5566-A-2 wrote a sequence of the number 5 on the wall. Reading these writings did not affect any of the personnel. Due to the nature of the phenomenon these numbers will stay put and no attempt to remove them from the wall will be made. Recreational facilities which can be used as a means of communicating are now prohibited. Due to its not previously observed unpredictable nature, SCP-5566-A has been re-assigned Euclid class.
Update 09-03-2019: At the start of a sequence, SCP-5566-A-2 suddenly struck SCP-5566-A-4 in the neck with a pen, after which it attempted to use its blood as a means of communication by writing with it. It was unable to finish doing so before the sequence stopped. SCP-5566-A-4 calmly kept up the trance for the full duration of the sequence (6 seconds), after which it collapsed. Medical personal confirmed its death at 19.04 PM. All instances of SCP-5566-A are to be kept separately from now on. Recreational facilities that can be weaponized, as well as pets, are no longer allowed in the containment area.
Update 12-03-2019: Two days have passed since SCP-5566-A-4 passed away. The sequence has not fully reset, and as such, the murder of SCP-5566-A by itself is not considered an interruption. However, an intern has suggested that the time between sequences might have been affected. The previous two in-between periods have both been roughly 61 hours as opposed to a steadily decreasing trend. Intern has been assigned the task to analyse the time it takes to complete a sequence as well as the time between two sequences.
Update 16-03-2019; 10.50 AM: Ten instances of the phenomenon have been observed over the past 4 days. Only 30 minutes have passed between the previous two sequences, the latter of which was a sequence taking up 18 minutes to complete. Instances of SCP-5566-A are showing different signs of exhaustion and health starts to deteriorate. Intern has suggested the phrase's frequency to follow the Fibonacci sequence. Interpretation of this remains unknown, but has proven useful to tend to the needs of SCP-5566-A safely.

Addendum 5566-2: Research report on Italy.

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After the suggestion that the phenomenon follows the Fibonacci sequence, a research team was sent to retrace previous expedition steps in Pisa, Italy, first. Research in Pisa unearthed two recurring stories; one featuring a murdered woman whose spirit is said to linger around, and the other providing a story about demonic presences in the Cathedral of Santa Maria Assunta. It involves holes left in marble assumed to be made by the devil out of jealousy. It was said these holes are uncountable by mortals. This is believed to be relevant to the time and counting observation.
Several locals reacted to questions about strange occurrences in Milan specifically. One local in Milan whose story seemed relevant to previous stories in Pisa agreed to a quick interview, as translated and transcribed below.

Mr. Marco Manco, 45 years old, lives and works in Milan as a janitor, agreed to answer some questions during his lunch break.
Researcher Hafkova: "Are you aware of any strange occurrences in this area?"
Mr. Manco: "…Strange occurrences?"
Hafkova: "Inexplicable, strange things, folklore."
Mr. Manco: "Hm…You can find such stories about anywhere, young man…"
Hafkova: "Right, I ask because people have started showing strange behaviors right after our work trip here. It's almost like they aren't themselves anymore."
Mr. Manco: "Ahh, well it could be that she was spooked at the things she has seen here… Did you go to the Basilica of Sant'Ambrogio? It's very close, too."
Hafkova: "Amongst others"
Mr. Manco: "Legend says you can see demons rise from the column right beside the church. It was said that Satan's horns got stuck there centuries ago, which left a portal into the netherworlds behind… now, I'm not one for such ghost stories, but maybe after seeing the column her mind played tricks on her. Maybe knowing of this tale, she just got very scared, yes?"
Hafkova: "Satan's horns?"
Mr. Manco: "I don't really know many details… Others say you can see him drag souls into the column, and people say you can smell sulfur from that place… I think it's really just a story, however."
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Addendum 5566-3: Previous iterations of item description.

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Update 16-03-2019; 14.02 PM: Previous sequence continued for about 80 minutes after 7 minutes of consciousness. Current team failed to convince SCP-5566-A-3 to be strapped down with a feeding tube in the future. Ethics team consulted on the issue.
Update 17-03-2019; 17.00: Sequence has continued for a full day as the break in between is considered insufficient for basic activities such as feeding oneself. SCP-5566-A instances have been residing in their rooms for the duration of this with no attempt to escape or relocate, still displaying extreme fatigue.
Update 18-03-2019: The sequences have been reset with seemingly no provocation. Perhaps the phenomenon is tied to the bodily needs of SCP-5566-A instances.
Update 25-03-2019: Sequences have resumed with minimal frequency as if completely reset. However no other instance of SCP-5566-A has been observed. It has been exactly one week, the sequence being only one "sank" long at this moment.
Update 29-03-2019: Sequences currently 2 sanks long. Contact with instances of SCP-5566-A considered manageable. Next sequence expected in 61 hours and is to be 3 sanks long.
Update 01-04-2019: Instance of SCP-5566-A-4 located. Due to the nature of the phenomenon, it was unaware of infection before. SCP-5566-A-4 has been tasked with cleaning the floor of the feeding room. In the process, it leaned against markings on the wall and crumbled some paint off it, which was considered an interruption, even if it was from a previous iteration. Intern suggested "sync" is a more accurate descriptor of the vocalization produced during the phenomenon, as all SCP-5566-A instances display the behavior in unison. Intern also proposed a "kamikaze mission" ending in an approved suicide to prevent infecting any others. Intern has been relocated to follow additional ethics course.
Update 05-04-2019: Sequences are approaching lethal lengths steadily. Ethics team approved strapping down SCP-5566-A instances with feeding tubes, providing them no further aid beyond this, regardless of consequences. Food and liquid source will last them 7 days. Beyond this, it is yet to be observed if depletion of energy will cause a sequence reset.
Update 14-04-2019: SCP-5566-A instances in various stages of desperation. Only motion sensors and infrared images available to researchers. Limbs of SCP-5566-A-1 appear to have shriveled down, leaving the head completely intact. SCP-5566-A-2 is completely intact, but malnourished and dehydrated. SCP-5566-A-3 has escaped its straps, and is steadily walking figures in the room. Microphones measuring sound in this room detect no sank mutterings from this instance. Infrared images suggest upper body is diminished. SCP-5566-A-4 has started crying during its sequences.
Update 15-04-2019: Empathetic researcher turned off infrared surveillance monitoring SCP-5566-A-3 and instantly burned to ash. SCP-5566-A instances all disappeared without a trace. Research team dispatched to clear every cell and collect samples.

Addendum 5566-4: Research report on Romania and France.

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After the instances of SCP-5566-A disappearing, research on the phenomenon was entirely dependent on collected samples of its remains and further retracing of steps in Europe.
Samples proved to be cremated and pulverized remains of the cadavers without any unnatural properties.
Research in Romania has alerted Foundation operatives to frequent mentions of extraterrestrial species who will use humans as vessels to test out acceptable behavior. As mentioned by witnesses, the "infected" will exhibit a range of strange behaviors, including odd vocalizations. It is believed that these extraterrestrials might be doing anything from testing on subjects to merely playing with them out of boredom. SCP-5566 might be a form of extraterrestrial tampering. Contact with other teams researching these extraterrestrials with the purpose of retrieving information has not yet been established and might not exist at all. A check up on Foundation files on the subject is necessary.

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A final interview was conducted in France, near the underground catacombs of Paris. Information deemed irrelevant was left out by translators, leaving the following transcript.

Mrs. Travere, 78 years old, retired, has lived in Paris all her life
Researcher Abbott: "What about these Catacombs? They are generally spooky, sure, good for tourists too.”
Mrs. Travere: "It wasn't made for tourists…I heard that long ago there used to be some sort of infestation, not in this area, in a smaller village… it was like a plague, the villagers went down in larger and larger groups. Even when burnt down to the ground this disease kept popping up."
Abbott: "It kept popping up?"
Mrs. Travere: "I'm sorry, I don't have many details about the mysterious disease. However, it is said that even when this village was burnt down, people who went to take a look got infected all over again and would bring their diseases with them to other villages. It was then that the royal family decided they should isolate the problem. They took all the sick people, and a few uninfected as a sacrifice to appease God, and locked them deep, deep down in the catacombs."
Abbott: "Quarantine? Is that what you mean?"
Mrs. Travere: "Certainly! These catacombs aren't meant to be open to anyone, ever."
Abbott: "Don't you think a Disease would have died by now after so long?"
Mrs. Travere: "All I know is that God must have been really angry to have made such a precaution at all… we must not temper with such things…"
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Addendum 5566-5: Previous iterations of item description.

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Update 14-07-2019: Researcher Thom Hafkova, who had collected samples from cell SCP-5566-A-1 three months prior, was found murmuring "cease" in uncharacteristically low voice resembling SCP-5566-A vocalizations. He did this in a strategic position, making it easy to make eye contact as he spoke, and was interrupted by uninformed colleague Dr. Abbott from another department. Thom Hafkova and Dr. Abbott have been assigned SCP-5566-B-1 and SCP-5566-B-2 respectively and contained according to containment procedures. SCP-5566 re-assigned Keter class.
Update 28-08-2019: After six weeks, the tic commenced, seemingly featuring an extra instance of 'cease'. This is hypothesized to indicate accelerating frequencies of the ritual. Historians on the team are referring to literature on repetition of words featuring inane commands of such a caliber.
Update 29-08-2019: Instance of sequence observed 27 days prematurely. Previous intern asked to re-analyse phenomenon.
Update 30-08-2019: Accidental temporary power outage caused phenomenon to reset. All personnel present in the surveillance room to be under supervision, researchers are teamed up of groups of at least two.
Update 02-09-2019: A sequence over five hours long has been observed uncharacteristically early. Intern responded intermediate times and sequence lengths do correspond to the original sequence, but no longer in the expected order. Electrician who caused power outage previously contained as SCP-5566-B-3.
Update 03-09-2019: Sequence uninterrupted for 32 hours. All empathy-screened personnel is granted access to research as risk for infection is lowest.
Update 04-09-2019: SCP-5566-B-2 observed to scratch open skin in shape of number six. The sequence was halted and consciousness regained. SCP-5566-B-2 is in the process of being treated by personnel, resumed sequence shortly, and was instantly halted again. Medical personnel is to abstain from healing wounds inflicted during sequence. Medic is assigned SCP-5566-B-4 until cleared.
Update 13-09-2019: Personnel has observed ongoing sequence for over two days. Access to SCP-5566 prohibited and provision missions halted. Researchers are to passively observe phenomenon. Risk for infection too high.
Update 15-09-2019: All instances of SCP-5566-B burned to ash simultaneously. Researchers are to tread carefully. Previous protocol to collect ash by scooping into container prohibited. Ash is to be collected using a small, sterile vacuum and not to be directly touched by human hands.
Pile of SCP-5566-B-1 hid a number "2" in an oily substance underneath its ash. Oily substance is not to be touched, and will be moved to the lab including the cement floor it is imprinted upon.
Update 16-09-2019: Permission to remove chunk of floor denied by superiors, risk to interrupt SCP-5566 deemed too big. Portable lab shall be established in containment area instead.
Update 17-09-2019: Researcher C. Peterson swabbed around the oily substance without disturbing its integrity. He is placed under supervision by colleagues but allowed to analyse specimen.
Update 19-09-2019: Oily substance confirmed to be an extremely condensed human liquid by prof. Peterson. When asked to elaborate on which human liquids he was able to isolate from the sample, he simply specified it is a liquid made of human. When taking another, less careful swab from the substance it disappeared and professor was observed murmuring a single "duh" uncharacteristically low which he cannot recall. C. Peterson assigned SCP-5566-C-1 and contained according to containment protocol.
Update 30-09-2019: A quiet SCP-5566-C-1 started ramming on containment door. It was thought isolation had gotten to it and its knocks were answered by a fellow researcher opening the door, after which both spontaneously combusted, leaving an oily 3 under the ashes of SCP-5566-C-2 in the middle of the hallway. Hallway is off limits for any personnel save for researchers assigned to SCP-5566, or personnel that has acquainted itself with regulations concerning SCP-5566.
Update 01-10-2019: Clumsy researcher dropped equipment on oily substance before research could officially commence. A single instance of a new sequence was said but other researchers are unable to reach consensus other than that it sounded like a low growly hissing noise. Researcher has been assigned SCP-5566-D-1.
Update 04-10-2019: Research on phenomenon dispatched after series of deaths. SCP-5566-D-1 is contained in solitary confinement in a straitjacket, movement prohibited. A feeding tube which can be controlled, refilled and cleaned from another room is attached to SCP-5566-D-1, and facilities for expelling waste have been similarly provided.
Update 08-10-2019: Not a single sequence has commenced in days. SCP-5566-D-1 is pleading for euthanasia, but such an act is impossible without creating another instance of SCP-5566-D.
Update 09-10-2019: SCP-5566-D-1 is mute and behaving strangely, similarly to SCP-5566-C-1, and moving rhythmically akin to SCP-5566-A-3. Surveillance cameras focused on SCP-5566-D-1 are for now unable to zoom as the effect this might have on the phenomenon is unknown.
Update 11-10-2019: Researcher tasked with replenishing liquid container and emptying waste container assigned SCP-5566-D-2. It is currently unknown what the interruption was, but the rhythmic movements SCP-5566-D-1 was making stopped immediately.
Update 12-10-2019: SCP-5566-D-2 fled before containment was possible and is hiding somewhere in the Foundation building. An announcement to not interact in any way with SCP-5566-D-2 was released immediately.
SCP-5566-D-1 turned to ash, no oily liquid remains underneath. It is assumed an oily "4" will be found under the ashes of SCP-5566-D-2.
Update 16-10-2019: Several people found to partake in sequence have been located and contained after a long instance of the sequence was started. All have been led to a containment area without disrupting their way of expressing the sequence. They have been assigned SCP-5566-E-1 and SCP-5566-E-2. We hypothesize it is one two more interruptions away from turning to ash again, and one more SCP-5566-E-3 may be present in the building or otherwise.

Update 22-10-2019: There have been no instances of the phenomenon in six days. The research party has been thinning since day one, with only myself and the intern remaining. Truthfully, I am not quite sure why I started up this file again444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444444

Update 22-10-2019; 16.04: Supervisor Mennings assigned SCP-5566-E-3 and contained. After a keyboard jam, SCP-5566-E-3 started ramming its head into the table and scratching even more fours onto it. Researchers are not allowed to remove these scribbles themselves, nor is SCP-5566-E-3 allowed outside of its containment to erase its marks, as time between sequences is still uncertain.

Addendum 5566-6: Personal anecdotes by intern Z. Bellerose.

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Update 25-10-2019: Man, their screams are seriously getting to me… I'm just an intern, who am I even supposed to contact… I don't even know if this goes in the addendum or in the description or whatever, if I'm being honest. This was supposed to be a simple "safe" containment to get me integrated into the program. Was this in the training somewhere?? Oh, I should add what the thing has been up to, right?
So… my old supervisor, now 5-3, is constantly ramming his head back and forth and honestly I think his neck might even be broken at this point. Yet his weird "Quatre" thing is still going on… 5-1 has been rubbing his hands against the wall until the skin on them was so broken the hands could be used as a marker, and 5-2 has been wriggling on the ground crying. I can't have them relocated as of now because their movements are obviously part of the sequence somehow… What a drag…
Update 28-10-2019: They stopped… I have seen my future colleagues dwindle down to a bunch of tics, movements and noises… maybe it is a little drastic, but I don't think this place is right for me… this kind of phenomenon should not be contained at any cost. This should be destroyed somehow, or hidden from researchers. Indeed, my old supervisor has perished due to the injuries to his neck, but 5-1 and 5-2 were able to help themselves. They are in bad condition. I gave them access to water and a medical kit and strapped them to a hospital bed on wheels before the sequence was started and I think I can now roll them around without it being an interruption.
I told them I would bring them to a hospital, but that would be incredibly irresponsible. This thing can, or… no, it WANTS to kill as many people as possible. The rules are petty, like in a kids game, too. I don't know how to make this document all fancy-like, but I DO now how to use 5-3's login information to request or update a maybe more extreme containment procedure…an emergency protocol.
This is basically the last that will ever be heard from me, as I fear for the fate of humanity if I don't even take the small precaution that I might already be infected into consideration. This SCP will be considered neutralized, as long as its not dug up, I'd say. And with that, I say adieu.

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LEVEL4
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CONTAINMENT CLASS:
euclid

THREAT CLASS:
green

DISRUPTION CLASS:
vlam

RISK CLASS:
caution

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Assigned Site
Site-17

Site Director
Sophia Light

Research Head
Rodrick Hummel

Assigned Task Force
Gamma-12

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5568 is currently held in the mind of D-41903, who has been placed in a Sapient Humanoid Anomaly Containment Cell with standard accommodations. Staff is not to view any part of the cell unless cleared for experimentation, to which the staff member is to maintain visual contact of SCP-5568 at all times.
EMERGENCY UPDATE: Following Incident 5568/IR-01, all members of SCP-5568 containment and research teams are to identify themselves as having a close relationship with a minimum of three other Foundation personnel, who will then be asked to confirm or deny this. All staff assigned to SCP-5568 are to be screened for signs of depression, anxiety, or loneliness. If they are found to have the aforementioned signs, or an identified personnel denies having a close relationship with the member, they are to be immediately reassigned to another site and the Internal Security Department is to be alerted. Mobile Task Force Gamma-12 "Friendship is Militarized" is to perform an interview with SCP-5568 once a month for consultation regarding GoI-827.
Description: SCP-5568 is a sapient migratory thought-form, capable of causing visual, auditory, and tactile hallucinations. SCP-5568 has consistently only caused hallucinations of a human female that identifies itself as the aforementioned thought-form. Due to its nature as a migrating thought, SCP-5568 can only be seen by one subject at a time and is only able to move to another person's perception if they are viewing the space that it portrays itself as occupying.
Discovery: SCP-5568 was found during a raid on a Chaos Insurgency hideout by MTF Upsilon-11 "Avalon's Wake". When discovered, it was only visible to U11-3, who quickly identified the anomaly as only being perceivable by one person. SCP-5568 immediately surrendered, stating that it wanted to talk to a researcher about an "important matter". Once the anomaly was identified and safely apprehended, it was put into temporary containment with U11-3.
Addendum - Interview Log 5568/INT-01: The following is the initial interview between SCP-5568 and Junior Researcher Luna Weiss.

Foreword: Performed pre-emptive to normal initial interviews with sapient entities due to the anomaly's specific request to be interviewed as soon as possible. At the time Junior Researcher Luna Weiss enters, SCP-5568 is in the mind of U11-3. SCP-5568's dialogue was added based on testimony by Weiss.
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Weiss: Good morning Sharon, and to your friend as well.
U11-3: Good morning. I've lost visual on the anomaly, is it safe to assume you see it now?
Weiss: I do, thank you. You may leave now.
<U11-3 stands up and leaves the room. Weiss sits on the same seat U11-3 was sat on and places two water bottles on each end of the table.>
Weiss: I brought some water if you can drink it.Weiss: Junior Researcher, sorry, all the big boys are busy elsewhere.Weiss: Presumably yes, once you get a proper SCP designation and containment.Weiss: Anyway, let's start with the basics. What would you like me to call you, and what would you describe yourself as?Weiss: I'm sorry to hear about your creator. Why were you at a Chaos Insurgency hideout?Weiss: I take it negotiations didn't go very far?Weiss: When you were apprehended, you seemed to recognize the SCP logo, and in your story there you knew about the Chaos Insurgency. How do you know this?Weiss: Are you stating that members of the Foundation may be covertly working for a potentially hostile group of interest? If so, that's a pretty big accusation, and you're going to have to show some proof and drop some names.Weiss: Well, if you were worried about higher-ups not reading this before, they definitely will be now. What is the purpose of this group your host was a part of?Weiss: Alright. Is there anything more you would like to get out before a proper initial interview?Weiss: Thank you. Do I need to stay here with you until the guard can come to get you, or can you stay here?<End Log>
Closing Statement: The attending guard arrived shortly after and escorted SCP-5568 to a temporary anomaly holding cell. It was transferred to D-73912 who stayed in the room until it could be properly processed.

Addendum - Incident Report 5568/IR-01: 31 hours after the initial acquisition, attending guard Markus Allemand entered SCP-5568's temporary holding cell and stabbed D-73912 in the head, killing them instantly. SCP-5568 reports that it was forced into the mind of Allemand, who then attempted to kill it with the same method. This failed, to which Allemand attempted to kill SCP-5568 through punching, strangulation, and using their firearm. The sound of firing his weapon alerted nearby staff, who quickly detained Allemand, with SCP-5568 moving to one of the other detaining staff's mind. SCP-5568 reports that it was unharmed during the incident and has since moved to the mind of D-41903.
The following is an interview conducted by Doctor Rodrick Hummel with Markus Allemand, shortly after the aforementioned incident.

Foreword: Performed with Markus Allemand handcuffed to the table, with all weaponry removed.
<Begin Log>
Hummel: Are you ready to explain yourself Mark?
<Silence for 6 seconds>
Hummel: Markus if you don't answer for yourself I can guarantee that you will be terminated for such an egregious act. If you have any sort of defense for yourself, now is the time to state it.
<Allemand speaks quietly>
Allemand: She deserved it.
Hummel: Excuse me? You're going to have to speak up for it to be recorded.
Allemand: I did the right thing.
Hummel: You need to talk louder Allemand, you know my hearing isn't that great anymore.
<Allemand begins to yell>
Allemand: I was fucking doing you assholes a favor! She's a fucking degenerate trying to get innocent kind people killed for her own sick pleasure! That bitch deserved to die, I don't know how she lived through Many's2 suicide but all she's doing is continuing that traitor's job! All she wants to do is destroy the lives of all the people who've done nothing but love and care for her because she's a fucking psycho that loves making others miserable! I should've fucking killed myself the instant I realized she snuck in me, if I die protecting my friends I can die happy, and that would've at least shocked her enough to shut her the fuck up.
<Silence for 9 seconds>
Hummel: What the fuck happened to you, Mark?
Allemand: I found people who made me happy.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Markus Allemand was terminated shortly after this interview. Further investigation showed a general lack of recognition among Foundation staff with Allemand.

Following this incident, Mobile Task Force Gamma-12 "Friendship is Militarized" was created and assigned to the investigation of the newly designated GoI-827 "The Syndicate". Containment Procedures have received an emergency update in response to this event.

Footnotes
1. Tulpae are non-anomalous pseudo-sapient thought-forms intentionally created by a person within their own mind. Can become anomalous through thaumaturgic or ontokinetic means, often resulting in the Tulpa gaining a physical form or separating from their host.
2. "Many" was later identified by SCP-5568 to be referring to "ManyANoName", the online alias of Jessica Winthrop.

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NOTICE FROM THE SITE-120 DIRECTOR COUNCIL
Following recent events, the following file is currently pending reclassifications and may fail to represent current reality.
Unauthorized access is forbidden.

5572

Item#: 5572

Level4

Containment Class:
esoteric

Secondary Class:
terminal

Disruption Class:
ekhi

Risk Class:
warning

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The Grave of Agent Surratt, and the source of SCP-5572's discovery.

Special Containment Procedures: Personnel stationed at Site-120 are currently creating materials directed at civilians, exhorting to bury their loved ones with SCP-5572 prevention methods in mind. Should Overwatch Command receive the "supplies needed" signal however, this campaign is to be withdrawn for as long as the signal is ongoing.
Due to SCP-5572-1's possible use in containing otherworldly threats to humanity, should at any point the connection between Agent Surratt and Overwatch Command be lost, members of MTF Omega-1 ("Fire And Brimstone") implemented with the same communication methods are to be immediately euthanized and ordered to re-establish contact between Surratt and the Foundation.
Description: SCP-5572 is an afterlife phenomenon manifesting when currently unspecified characteristics are met; it is only certain that one of the triggers for an SCP-5572 activation event to occur is the lack of the phrase "Rest in Peace"1 written within the proximity of an individual's burial site. The corpse of an individual previously buried within such a site is transported to a previously unknown reality, disconnected from baseline with no other means of access, hereby referred to as SCP-5572-PRIME. As such, it has been classified as a Terminal-class anomaly.2
SCP-5572-1 is the group designation for all corpses transported to SCP-5572-PRIME. Upon arrival in SCP-5572-PRIME, all corpses regain their consciousness.
Discovery: SCP-5572 was discovered on 24/07/2003, following the burial of Foundation Agent Marie Surratt. Surveillance technology3 started broadcasting a "compromised" signal out following her death without an apparent source. Although no source was located, via the usage of Site-120's Ra.aic, a one-way video contact with the technology was able to be established, detailed in the following log:

<Begin log>
As the camera feed connects, it reveals Agent Surratt is falling through a large, volcanic cavern. As she descends, more of the location becomes clear — the entirety of it appears to be an enormous cavern, around 300 meters in height and an unknown length and width filled with gigantic stalagmites, stalactites, rocks, and rivers of lava.
As she stretches her hands outwards, Surratt notices she is currently a skeleton, wearing a suit that displays mild amounts of decomposition.4 The skeletal system is held together by an unknown force. She screams, despite possessing none of the required organs to do so.
The camera moves frantically due to Surratt's panic, revealing the field below her, within which a large group of unidentified humanoids is located. Extremely loud sounds are coming from around them.
Although Surratt attempts to vocalize cohesively, due to the speed she falls at, none of the words are able to be heard. The falling speed increases.
As she falls down, the camera focuses on a large volcano located on the left side of the field. From within it, increasing amounts of what appears to be numerous deformed Tartarean entities are coming down. Although their sizes vary, most are relatively small, with only a few larger ones bearing large weaponry being present. The entities all possess red skin and horns. They move towards the second group on the battlefield, which appears to be entirely made from approximately 100,000 skeletons. All of them possess weaponry ranging from primitive to contemporary; swords, clubs, muskets, guns, to rocket launchers. Several battle standards such as the war flag of the Mughal Empire, the Naval Jack of the United States of America, and the flag of the Republic of the Rio Grande can be seen.
Skeletal horses, broken-down tanks, and cannons can be seen sporadically throughout the battlefield. Situated in the center of the battlefield, there appears to be an enormous tank, currently firing at the larger demons. Surratt is falling directly towards it.
As Surratt is about to hit the vehicle, a flying Tartarean entity picks her up, moving her towards the demons' line of battle. However, as she is about to move away from the tank, the entity carrying her explodes as a maniacal laugh and previously unseen smoke fills the air around it. Surratt moves frantically, trying to gain her bearings.
As the smoke clears around her, Surratt finds herself on top of the previously seen tank. From atop it, an obese skeleton, further referred to as SCP-5572-1-A, furiously waves its arms. It wears tattered World War II American Army clothing, clenching a lit cigarette in between its teeth as it points towards the enemy line. It does not register her presence. As it vocalizes "Fire!", the tank's cannon fires, violently moving the entire tank back and blasting a group of entities in the distance.
Surratt: Wh… wha—
SCP-5572-1-A: FRANCIS, YOU AND YOUR MEN GET THAT BIGGUN OVER THERE, YUN AND ALAN REINFORCE THE EAST FLANK, IT'S DAMN NEAR READY TO BURST.
A skeletal horse leaps over the side of the tank at a gallop, causing Surrat to stumble in fright. Near her, a small group of skeletons wearing plate armor starts running towards a large, bull-like Tartarean entity that meets their charge with its own. Getting up, Surrat attempts to track the group, yet as numerous skeletons rush past her, she quickly loses sight of the party. SCP-5572-1-A turns towards Surratt.
SCP-5572-1-A: FINALLY, WE GET SOME GODDAMNED REINFORCEMENTS.
As the entity walks towards Surratt, unidentified music can be heard playing from an unknown source near them. The obese skeleton extends a hand to Surratt, blowing out smoke from the cigarette through unknown means.
Surrat accepts the gesture, slowly standing up from the ground; as she does so, a large explosion occurs, blowing numerous other skeletons into pieces, which fall onto her, SCP-5572-1-A, and surrounding skeletons. Surratt panics, brushing the bones off her frame.
SCP-5572-1-A: DAMMIT, THERE GOES ALAN. SAM, GO GET ME ANOTHER CIGAR.
A smaller skeleton nods, and jumps down the tank's hatch.
Surratt: What the hell is going on?! Where the hell am I?!
Surrat attempts to look around within the chaotic battlefield, a loud klaxon bell wails, causing her to flinch. A small Tarterean entity has clambered onto the tank, a serrated dagger in each hand. It makes eye contact with Agent Surratt.
Surratt: Oh fuck.
Hearing Surratt, SCP-5572-1-A turns towards the entity, and pulls a flintlock pistol from its jacket. It levels the gun at the entity, its hands shaking slightly. The entity begins to charge. SCP-5572-1-A fires, blowing a hole in the head of the entity, which slumps and falls over the side of the tank. SCP-5572-1-A heavily slaps Surratt on her back, and smiles, showcasing several crude golden teeth. The entity looks directly into Surratt's eyes. Within one of its eye sockets, a golden coin flickers.
SCP-5572-1-A: YOU GOT ONE THING RIGHT, HELL IS GOING ON, AND YOU'RE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT. WELCOME TO THE BONE BATTALION, MAGGOT.
As SCP-5572-1-A maniacally laughs, the feed disconnects.
<End log>

Addendum 5572-1: The following is a list of most logs received from Agent Surratt meaningfully describing SCP-5572-PRIME and associated phenomena.

<Begin log>
The feed connects again, revealing the large tank from before. The machine, on which both Surratt and SCP-5572-1-A sit, is slowly moving towards a large, gray building visible on the horizon.
Around the tank, numerous groups of other skeletons can be seen marching in loose formation. Organization of the entities appears to be in squads of four to ten. Similar to weapons, the armor of the skeletons varies wildly, from animal hides to Army Combat Uniforms.
As Surratt attempts to scan the area around her again, the camera focuses on the background, revealing that the location she is currently in is a large basin, with similar characteristics to the prior location. The only difference being the existence of crude housings present around the previously mentioned gray building.
After two minutes of looking at the location, Surratt turns to SCP-5572-1-A, who is sitting atop the tank, on her left holding binoculars to their eye sockets.
Surratt: Can I please be told what's going on h—
SCP-5572-1-A: Quiet. You see that there?
Surratt looks in the direction SCP-5572-1-A is pointing, but is unable to see anything.
SCP-5572-1-A: Whole swarm of harpies. They'll tear your bony body to pieces, then crush your skull with their talons. Last thing we need is them finding our base.
Surratt quietly accepts the response, sitting at the tank for one more minute as the machine gets closer to the building. As the machine gets closer to it, said building reveals to be a large, stone fort, stylized after a medieval castle. It is mostly ruined, with only one, large tower not being taken by the damage. Around it, numerous crude attempts to reinforce the structure by wooden logs, scaffolding, and other housings can be seen.
Around the entire castle, a river of lava surrounding it can be seen, with the only proper entry through it being a crude, wooden bridge between its two sides. From atop the walls, numerous other skeletons can be seen, surveying the perimeter. As the army reaches one side of the river, SCP-5572-1-A yells at the guards, and after a brief moment the barred gate to the castle opens.
As the tank passes through the gate, it enters into a large courtyard, filled with barrels, crates, heavy weaponry, stools, campfires, beds, and tents. Numerous skeletons can be seen partaking in different activities; doing laundry, physical exercises, training with weaponry, conversing with other entities, and laying on crudely made beds and hammocks. Although most of the area is filled with such, the tank passes through ease onto the only unpopulated area within the location. On the walls surrounding the courtyard, skeletons start to appear, seemingly pointing others to the appearance of the tank.
With the tank reaching the middle of the square, the vehicle stops. A large audience of bone entities can be seen around the machine and on the walls, clearly focused on SCP-5572-1-A, who stands down from the sitting position atop the tank and glances over the entire group.
SCP-5572-1-A: I AM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE THAT AFTER TWENTY LONG YEARS, WE HAVE TAKEN THE HILL.
As the entity says so, all entities gathered here start to loudly cheer, with some of them beginning to hug and become visibly happier than before.
SCP-5572-1-A: HOWEVER.
The entire cheering stops.
SCP-5572-1-A: EVERY GREAT BATTLE COMES WITH A PRICE. HERBERT HAD BEEN HERE SINCE THE SIXTH BATTLE OF THE ACHERON. HE WAS A GUIDING LIGHT TO MANY OF US, EVEN ME. TODAY HE WAS TAKEN BY A PACK OF THOSE TINY HORNED BASTARDS, LEAST HE WAS ABLE TO GET A COUPLE OF LICKS IN 'FORE THEY SHATTERED HIS SKULL. WE LOST MANY COMRADES TONIGHT. THEY FOUGHT WELL.
All spectators suddenly become much less active.
SCP-5572-1-A: BUT WE ALSO GOT SOME FRESH MEAT. NEWBIES, LINE UP IN FRONT.
As the entity starts to laugh, it pulls out a cigar from its jacket's pocket, starting to light it. As it does so, a group of around 40 skeletons walks forward in the courtyard, showing themselves to everyone. SCP-5572-1-A motions for Surratt to join them, and she complies. Jumping down from the tank, SCP-5572-1-A walks back and forth along the line.
SCP-5572-1-A: FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO SOMEHOW STILL DON'T GET WHAT'S GOING ON — WELCOME TO HELL. IF YOU'RE HERE, IT MEANS YOUR FAMILY DIDN'T LOVE YOU ENOUGH TO PUT AN "R.I.P" ON YOUR GRAVESTONE. AND WE KNOW WHAT ETERNAL LAW SAYS FOR THOSE THAT DO NOT REST IN PEACE.
The Crowd: No rest for the wicked.
SCP-5572-1-A: PROBABLY SHOULD INTRODUCE MYSELF, MY GOD-GIVEN NAME'S RILEY CLAIRE, BORN 1895, LOUISIANA, DIED IN THE FORESTS OF BELLEAU WOOD 1918. FOLKS 'ROUND HERE CALL ME GENERAL BONE DADDY.
One of the skeletal entities in the line chuckles, SCP-5572-1-A (henceforth referred to as Claire) turns towards it as it stops the speech.
Claire: IS THERE AN ISSUE, RECRUIT?
The entity vigorously shakes its head. After a pause of five seconds and a stare at it, Claire resumes walking.
Claire: AS I WAS SAYING BEFORE I SO RUDELY WAS INTERRUPTED, I OVERSEE THIS GOD FORSAKEN WASTELAND SO THAT YOU MORONS DON'T MURDER EACH OTHER IN AN ATTEMPT TO MURDER DEMONS. YES, THEY ARE ALSO HERE. SO'S SATAN. IT'S HELL FOR GOD'S SAKE, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT.
Claire: WE FIGHT DEMONS. THAT'S WHAT WE DO. WHY?
Two-second pause.
Claire: WHEN I FIRST CAME HERE, THIS PLACE WAS A MESS, YOUR TIME HERE ONLY LASTED AS LONG AS YOU COULD RUN, DODGING THE SPIKES AND LAVA PITS. ON TOP OF THAT, THERE WAS ALSO EACH OTHER, LOOSE TRIBES PREYING ON NEW FOLK FOR SCRAPS LIKE DOGS, ALL WHILE DEMONS CLAWED AND STOMPED US. I UNITED ALL THE POOR FOLKS TRAPPED AGAINST THE REAL ENEMY, THE DEMONS. WE'VE SCORED A BIG VICTORY TODAY, BUT WE'RE NOT DONE. IT MAY TAKE MONTHS, IT MAY TAKE YEARS, BUT I'M NOT STOPPING UNTIL I HAVE THE FUCKING HORNS OF GODDAMNED SATAN HIMSELF OVER MY FIREPLACE.
Claire starts to laugh, putting his cigar in his mouth.
Claire: NOW, DON'T YOU THINK IT WILL BE EASY. TAKING OVER THE LITERAL GODDAMNED HELL TAKES A TON OF WORK. ONE MIGHT EVEN SAY — A SKELETON.
The entity starts to convulse in laughter.
Claire: Ah geez, I crack myself up sometimes. BUT I'M NOT JOKING, THE ONLY WAY WE BEAT THOSE HORNED BASTARDS IS TOGETHER.
The entity pulls a small knife from its jacket.
Claire: NOW, YOU WILL RECEIVE A DESIGNATION, IT WILL COMPRISE OF A LETTER AND NUMBER. THIS WILL DETERMINE YOUR SQUAD. FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES, THEY WILL BE YOUR NEW FAMILY. YOU WILL SLEEP, FIGHT, AND IF NEEDED, DIE TOGETHER.
Claire steps towards the previously separated group, which starts to align in a line, as encouraged by the rest of the skeletons. As he does so, the general takes out a large knife from his jacket. Upon doing so, he walks towards the first in line and starts carving a large "A-12" on their skull. The entity screams and tries to put away the general's hand.
Claire: Holding the recruit in his hand and shaking them: DID I HEAR A SQUEAK THERE?!
Skeleton 1: Frantically touching the newly created scar: N-no…!
Claire: GOOD.
Claire continues doing the same to the rest of the group, including Surratt who is assigned the designation "F-18." This time, none of them oppose.
As he finishes doing so, the general walks away from the group, stepping towards a gate in one of the walls leading towards the previously mentioned large tower.
Claire: NOW GET TO YOUR QUARTERS SO YOU MIGHT GET TO KNOW YOUR COMPANIONS OF THE FOREVERLAND.
As he finishes this sentence, he points directly at the group previously separated from the rest.
Claire: SO, GET TO WORK. AS FOR THE REST OF YOU OLD SK—

[EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY]

Surratt can be seen walking within a stone corridor, presumed to be that of the previously seen castle. Although around it, numerous weapons, trophies, and paintings can be seen, most of it is in a poor state, with large chunks of the wall missing throughout. As she reaches the end of the corridor, she notices an opening within the right wall with "F-18" crudely painted over it. She enters through it, revealing an area of approximately 20 m², bearing resemblance to common barracks. It consists of two bunk beds, a table with cards and a bottle of whiskey on top of it, a small weapon's rack, and a piano, all within one room. Atop one of the beds, two other skeletons sit. One of them, the one on the top of the bed, is wearing worn 18th-century aristocratic clothing, whilst the one on top — an iron helmet and a medieval tunic.
As Surratt enters into the room, both entities focus on her.
Aristocratic Skeleton: Standing up from the bed and flattening its shirt: Hello there, fine lad— are you a lady? Can I call you a lady? It's… most difficult to know that, since, well— Wait, do I know you?
Surratt: Yes, yes, I know. I know. The name's Marie Surratt. Or at least it was. When I was still alive, I mean. And no, you probably don't.
The aristocratic skeleton offers her a handshake, which Surratt quickly accepts.
Aristocratic Skeleton: Ludwig Beethoven, a pleasure to meet our newest squadmate.
Surratt: Good to see humor hasn't gone dry in hell. Heh.
Aristocratic Skeleton: Pardon? What do you… mean, exactly?
Surratt: Well, you know, you saying you're Beethoven, and all?
Beethoven: I… I do not exactly see why you find humor in me introducing myself, but to each their own.
Surratt: You… you were serious…? Jesus Christ, this has been going on for far longer than I imagined.
Surratt walks towards the weapon rack and picks up a small knife from it. As the camera focuses on the container, two polished swords and a rusty pipe can be seen laying atop it.
Surratt: How'd you get this pipe? Can't imagine Hell has a sewer system.
Beethoven: Well, the border between this world and the living is a bit flimsy, and things do fall through the cracks sometimes. We make do with humanity's scraps, I suppose.
Surratt walks towards the second entity, and tries to sit on one of the free beds, flattening the mangled bedsheet. After finishing doing so, she puts away a pair of shoes that was previously sitting on the floor near the bed. She expressed disgust as she does so, and then turns towards the other being sitting atop the adjacent bed.
Surratt: So, who are you?
The helmet skeleton turns towards her, with its skull unnaturally doing so first and the rest of the body quickly following afterward.
Helmet Skeleton: I am Björn Björnsson, son of Björn Björnsson, son of Björn Olefsson, son of Olef. I had been a warrior of the Vikings in my glory days. At the mere mention of my name children and men alike soiled themselves in terror. Like thunder, like water, like a force of nature itself I—
Surratt: Alright, alright, I get the picture. What happened?
Helmet Skeleton: On the day of my greatest challenge to come, on the day I would finally defeat the greatest enemy of my men with my burning swords and fury of gods themselves, I was betrayed! Betrayed by my own wife, stabbed in the back like some disgusting Brit! As I had been slain by the most treacherous way with no weapon in hand to showcase my heroics, I had been sent by the unjust gods to forever wander Helheim, with no light guiding me towards Valhalla.
Beethoven: A shame to see all of us lose our might in the face of death. I was once like you too — powerful and young. Oh, how I miss performing, thousands ravenous for your talent.
Surratt: I'm sure it was gr—
As Surratt attempts to reply to Beethoven, she is interrupted by a ringing sound alongside a screaming coming from the corridor interrupts her.
Unknown voice from the corridor: ALL COME DOWN TO THE CANTEEN. I REPEAT — ALL COME DOWN TO THE CANTEEN.
The voice repeats over and over until it fades down the corridor.
Surratt: What was that?
Beethoven: It appears Claire is organizing another general meeting in the canteen. We would call it supper, except, well, we cannot eat.
Björn: In case you haven't picked it up by now, Claire is quite insa—
Beethoven: We talked about this, don't say that out loud or you'll end up like Nicolas.
Surratt: Who the hell's Nicolas?
Beethoven: You're better off not knowing, let's just say the General has little reservations on the use of rocket launchers. We should hurry, for there is not much time before he becomes angered at our lack of presence.
The team starts to walk away from the room with Björn stopping for a moment to pick up the bottle of whiskey and sword from the weapon's rack with him.
As they leave the room and enter the corridor, numerous other skeletons can be seen emerging from other rooms connected to it, congregating at one entrance.
As they enter the main hall, the camera reveals a large, cafeteria-like room filled with numerous skeletons sitting and standing around Claire. Several tables with board games can be seen.
Claire climbs up atop a riser, clapping his hands to get attention.
Claire: Greetings, recruits. You might be wondering why I gathered you here.
The audience starts to chatter among itself.
Claire: Well, here's the point. I know it gets lonely around here, even I do. I know we have no body here. Hehehehehe, no-body. Get it?.
A nervous chuckle can be heard from the audience.
Claire: So, this is the first ever game night organized by this battalion. You can play cards and have giggles and shit here. I will allow it this time. An army marches on its entertainment or whatever. You are all good kids and deserve some good out of your miserable life here sometimes.
A skeleton runs on stage and whispers at Claire.
Claire: Now, as I've been told along with these games, you'll get some in-house entertainment tonight. This ain't the Ritz but it's the closest you can get down here. Give it up for Thaddeus and the Femur Gang!
Claire jumps down, and four skeletons walk on stage carrying an acoustic guitar, xylophone, and fife. They begin to play a cover of Oasis' "Wonderwall".
Beethoven: Jesus Christ, every time—
Björn: Shut it, big shot, don't get your panties in a twist. Anyone want to play Monopoly? I call dibs on the thimble.

[EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY]

As the feed reconnects, it reveals Surratt laying on one of the bunk beds, apparently sleeping. Although she does not possess lungs, her ribcage expands and contracts in regular intervals, as if she was breathing.
In the room around her, Beethoven is sitting on the stool near the piano, apparently drawing something on a piece of paper. In the process, he silently whistles an unknown song, repeating numerous sections over and over.
Björn can be seen sitting near the table, apparently playing some sort of card game with himself. Whether he actually understands its rules is unknown.
As her "breathing" slows down, Surratt gets up from the bed, initially freezing in alarm as she scans her surroundings, but visibly relaxes after three seconds.
Surratt yawns.
Surratt: Gooood mor— wait. Did I just… sleep? As a skeleton. How does that make any sens—
Björn: Looking up from the cards: Do not question the rules of Helheim, for the mind of a demon created them! To explain the madness is akin to gazing in the eye of the Allfather himself, the—
Beethoven: What Björn is getting at is that we do not know, sadly. But appreciate you get at least that little luxury here. Without it, it'd be hell. Heh.
Björn: HA!
Björn hits the table with a card as he stands down from the table, and smiles widely.
Björn: I won!
Beethoven: Looking from the sheet: Do you… even know… how to play this…?
Björn: No!
Björn falls atop the table, apparently falling asleep. Beethoven sighs.
Beethoven: I… I think I have déjà vu. I can—
As Beethoven attempts to walk towards Björn, loud ringing can be heard from atop the barracks. He looks into the near corridor, opening the doors to it. As he does so, the ringing gets much louder.
Beethoven: We need to go.
Surratt: Again?
Beethoven: No rest for the wicked.
Beethoven chuckles and starts to leave the room. On his way out, he picks the rusty pipe located on the weapons rack.
As he enters the corridor, he peaks again into the room, looking at Surratt.
Beethoven: Come on.
Surratt: Pointing at Björn: And what about him?
Beethoven: Leave that cretin to himself. It is not worth it, trust me. Trying to wake him is like, well trying to wake the dead.
The duo walks down the corridor, revealing a large crack in one of its walls, which wasn't previously there.
Beethoven: Oh my.
As Beethoven peaks through it, a large crashing noise can be heard from within.
Beethoven: Oh. Oh, oh that's not good.
Surratt: What's going on?
Surratt joins Beethoven in peeping through the crack, only to reveal the main courtyard, this time filled with numerous training dummies and fake defenses. Among the area, numerous skeletons are scattered, seemingly attempting to recreate some sort of a defense pattern. From atop the walls, numerous cannons can be seen. Around them, Claire is marching, regularly making them fire at the training entities.
Surratt: What the actual fu—
Another cannon fires, this time hitting the part of the wall around Surratt and Beethoven. Both of them flinch.
Claire: MY GRANDMA COULD RUN FASTER THAN YOU, AND SHE HAD POLIO SINCE SHE WAS THIRTY, GOD REST HER SOUL.
Another cannon fires at the skeletons.
Claire: DAMMNIT THE CANNON ISN'T GOING TO HURT YOU, SHOW SOME GUTS. OH WAIT, YOU DON'T HAVE ANY!
Claire starts to loudly laugh as he sets up another.
Claire: YOU HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN JUST HIDE THERE, YOU USELESS TRASH.
Another shot.
Surratt: Turning towards Beethoven: This is utter insanity! What is this?!
Beethoven: sighing: The training routine, I'm afraid.
Surratt: This needs to stop right goddamn now!
Surratt walks towards the stairs build in the walls, leading atop them.
Beethoven: No! It is not worth it. It is for their good, trust m—
Surratt: I don't care.
She runs through the staircase, climbing in in mere minutes. As she does so, she walks towards the general.
Surratt: What the hell are you doing, Claire?!
Claire: WHAT DID YOU SAY, MAGGOT?
Claire turns towards Surratt, who backs away slightly.
Surratt: All I'm saying is that this is utterly insane! These people are—
Claire: HOW DID YOU ADDRESS ME?!
Surratt: Clai—
Claire: 100 PUSHUPS. NOW. YOU WILL LEARN HOW TO RESPECT YOUR DAMNED COMMANDER AND ADDRESS HIM BY HIS PROPER TITLE, YOU UTTER WASTE OF SPACE!
Surratt: I—
Surratt sighs and gets on the ground, starting to do the pushups. As she has no muscles, she is able to do so with relative ease.
Upon finishing the exercise, she gets up, flattening her shirt. As she does so, she notices the Foundation camera implanted in her collarbone.
Surratt: What the h—
Claire: DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY, RECRUIT?
Surratt: No, General Bo—
As Surratt tries to salute Claire, a deafening sound fills the air around them.
From the north of the entire valley, a group of approximately ten harpy-like entities rockets down on the battalion, with nine of them focusing on the skeletons down on the courtyard and one on Claire and Surratt located atop the walls.
Surratt: What the fuck?!
Claire: Fuckin' hell!
Claire picks up a rocket launcher located near him. As he does so, he puts a cigar in his mouth which he lights up shortly after.
As the entity gets near him, he fires the device, obliterating the demon entirely. Surratt flinches as he continues to fire the weapon repeatedly at other entities, which are being fought with some difficulty by other recruits with the basic weaponry they were provided.
Claire: Sleazy bastards…
Although Claire and the others attempt to eliminate all enemies, they succeed with only eight. The two remaining leave the area with other skeletons in their claws, flying away in the distance.
Claire: We have much less time than I thought.
Surratt: What's going on?
Claire: The bloody demons found our fortress. We need to hurry. If they found us, so will their leader.

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A large group of skeletons, including Surratt, Beethoven, and Björn can be seen standing within a relatively small room. Within it, Claire is standing atop a small, stone bench located in one of its corners.
Claire: SO, HERE'S THE THING, AND ALL OF YOU IMBECILES BETTER LISTEN UP. THE DEMONS HAVE FOUND US.
Most of the group gasps, with one of the skeletons appearing to, although impossible, faint.
Claire: WE FOUGHT WELL, BUT WE WEREN'T ABLE TO DEFEAT ALL, TWO OF THOSE BUGGERS GOT AWAY, AND IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE WE SEE THE BIG MAN HIMSELF KNOCKING AT OUR DOOR.
Claire: OUR TIME TO PREPARE HAS DECREASED DRASTICALLY. WE HAVE…
Short pause.
Claire: TWO DAYS.
As Claire finishes his speech, frantic chatting ensues within the room. Numerous entities start to chatter towards each other, nervously moving around the area.
Claire: BUT WE STILL HAVE A CHANCE.
All chatting immediately stops.
Claire: WE NEED TO GO OUT. WITH THE HILL TAKEN, WE ARE MERELY TWO VALLEYS AWAY FROM THE KEEP OF SORROW. I HAVE CALCULATED THAT IF WE WERE TO USE ALL OUR AVAILABLE FORCES, WE HAVE AN APPROXIMATELY… UHM… FIFTY PERCENT CHANCE OF WINNING. IF WE STRIKE WITHIN THE NEXT WEEK, WE SHALL BEND THE LORD OF THE UNDERWORLD TO OUR WILL, FOR WE ARE STRONG, AND WE ARE TOGETHER. WE HAVE TRAINED FOR THIS FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS, WE WILL PREVAIL.
Cheering can be heard within the room.
Claire: NOW, GET TO WORK. ALL OF YOU NEED TO BE PREPARED FOR THE GRAND FINALE, MAGGOTS. SO GET YOURSELF SOME PROTECTION, WEAPONS, CLOTHING, VEHICLES, THE WORKS. THIS IS THE FINAL BATTLE FOLKS, MAKE IT COUNT.
Claire steps down from the chair and moves towards one of the doors leading to another corridor.
Claire: TO THE ARMORY, YOU LITTLE WASTES.
As Surratt attempts to walk with the rest of the group, her shoulder is grabbed by Björn.
Björn: Aye, do not follow, Suhr-rat!
Surratt: What? Why?
Björn: Don't your eyes see the plebian weaponry they possess here? Cowards, the lot of them! Do you really believe one could defeat spawns of Hel herself with simple fire sticks?!
Surratt: N… n-no…?
Björn: Then you are the only one here with a mind of a hero, lady. I can see you as much of an adventurous soul like me. No one has ever been here like me.
Björn kneels, handing his sword to Surratt.
Björn: Please, take Farbauti.
Surratt: F… Farbauti…?
Björn: The weapon with which I had murdered gods and men alike. It's been long since it got a true battle, and I can see within your young eyes you will give it the fun it deserves.
Surratt: I… I don't think I can accept it, Björn. It's your weapon, and—
Björn: Silence. You earned it.
Surratt accepts it. As she picks the item up, Björn stands up.
Beethoven sighs.
Beethoven: You're insane.

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The three skeletons can be seen marching atop the walls, apparently in circles. Although they do not appear to be looking in any exact direction, they generally face the direction of the valley.
Björn: —and that's why you never grab a sword by the blade!
Björn chuckles.
Beethoven: So, what about you?
Surratt: Hm?
Beethoven: What's your story?
Surratt: Well, I… I don't think it's worth sharing, really, plus I'm not sure if I'm allowed to—
Beethoven: Oh, please, you're in hell, for God's sake, what worse could happen to you?
Surratt: I mean, yes, you are right, but— oh, whatever, fuck this. I was born in 1976 in New York. Didn't take long to leave, really, as my dad left us soon after, and my mom couldn't find anything in NY, so we pretty much went to the only place we could — our less than ideal family in Europe. They lived in Poland, in one of those shitty little industrial cities in Silesia, you know, that industrial complex?
Beethoven: A what?
Surratt: Oh, right. A… a large collection of villages in which people work in, essentially. I was never a bright kid — I've been the type that likes sports for a while. Mom didn't like it, but, well, that didn't change all that much. After high school, I tried going into a university that would make you a teacher, but, well, didn't pass. Due to some bullshit problems they found with me, I was doomed to work on my own rather than continue to study. Mom couldn't afford to find me another place, so, well, I was on my own. For the next three years, I was hopelessly stuck in a perpetual cycle of working in idiotic places, like bakeries and shit. That was until the Foundation caught wind of me.
Björn: The who now?
Surratt: I'll tell you later. Basically. they saw I was decently athletic, some shady man in black approached me offering a security job. I said yes, and, well, they accepted me.
Short pause.
Surratt: I've seen… many, many things you couldn't fathom. Bears that could teleport, ghost towns, magical musicians, complex rituals I didn't understand, literal bigfoot-fairy towns, and much, much, much more. And the best part was all that data was stored in a gargantuan building built around a magical library. Which also had a ghost bookkeeper. And a lot more.
Beethoven: What went wrong, then?
Surratt: Everything, pretty much. Get sent to the wrong place at the wrong time. Tried saving my friends when I should have run away. Ended up getting sliced to ribbons, and well, here we are.
Surratt sighs.
Surratt: At least I didn't end up like Robert, though. That poor fellow's probably still wandering the woods o—
Surratt is interrupted by a ringing of a bell, heard near them. Beethoven and Björn flinch when they hear the sound.
Beethoven: Oh, our time's up it seems. Good story, reminds me of my days on the Archmage Council.
Surratt: Yeah, well— wait, what?

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The camera is showing the dorm within which the trio is situated in. Although Björn is walking around the room for unknown reasons, both Beethoven and Surratt are standing in one of the corners. Near them, a wardrobe, which wasn't previously there, can be seen.
Beethoven: And… I believe this should fit nicely on you.
Beethoven pulls out a tattered Polish World War II uniform from the wardrobe, he hands it to her, and she puts it on.
Surratt: It… it does fit quite nicely. Oh darn—
As she attempts to put the uniform on, it gets stuck on one of her ribs..
Beethoven: Let me help you out.
In the process of entangling the clothes from Surratt, Beethoven notices the camera built into one of her ribs.
Beethoven: What in good heavens is this?
Surratt: Wha— oh, that. Well, that's a recording device.
Beethoven: What in the Lord's name is that?
Surratt: I… I don't think I can really tell you. It's, well, it's secret.
Beethoven: You're in the underworld. I don't think they can get you here, heh.
Surratt: Well, here's the thing— oh, whatever, NDA's probably void now anyway. I worked for an organization that dealt with… paranormal stuff. A pretty big organization. I died dealing with one of them, and, well, it turns out they installed a… contraption that makes them see what I do, within me. I'm sure it's for the better, though. They're surely coming here to get me.
Beethoven: You… are aware that there is no way to ascend nor descend without dying, correct?
Surratt: What?
Beethoven: Well, you can't enter nor leave the underworld without passing through the gates of hell. And, well, they are located near the throne of its lord.
Surratt: Satan?
Beethoven: Indeed.
Surratt: I'm sure they will do something. They always did. If they can protect all of humanity, I'm sure getting to the underworld is nothing for them.
Surratt nervously chuckles.

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The camera reveals Beethoven, Björn, and Surratt sitting around the table within their dorm. Atop the furniture, numerous cards and tokens are laying.
Surratt looks at Beethoven.
Surratt: Your move?
Beethoven: All in.
Surratt: All?
Beethoven: Indeed.
Beethoven pushes a pile of his tokens onto the middle of the table. As he does so, he smiles widely. Surratt does the same. Björn glances at her, and so does she at him.
Surratt: You?
Björn: Aye… believe I should pass.
Surratt: Final decision?
Björn: Pass.
Beethoven glances at Surratt, whose drapes an arm over her chair.
Surratt: Show what you got.
Beethoven cocks his head as he puts forward all his cards.
Beethoven: Full.
Surratt: Ha!
Surratt bangs on the table with a fist as she stands up and puts her cards on the table, revealing it to everyone.
Surratt: Red full!
Beethoven sighs.
Beethoven: Oh well.
Surratt laughs and takes all of the tokens towards herself.
Björn: What a way to go, eh? Thus ends the illustrious card career of Ludwig Beethoven, defeated on his final night in Helheim.
Beethoven: Again.
Surratt: What?
Björn: What?
Beethoven: Eugh… nothing.
Björn: You're just drunk.
Björn laughs, and starts to shuffle the cards again.
Beethoven: One more?
Surratt: Please, what better do I have to do the day before my demise? I might as well grind both of you to the bone. Bring it on, bonehead.
Björn groans.
Beethoven: I do not think he found that humerus.
All three chuckle.
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<Begin log>
The feed reconnects, revealing an enormous group of skeletons marching forward, with numerous styles of uniforms and weaponry present throughout. Although due to the number of entities present, most of them cannot be properly recognized, within Surratt's near vicinity, both Björn and Beethoven can be seen, with the latter appearing to be talking to a small sub-group of entities carrying numerous musical-instrument-based weaponry. He is carrying several sheets of paper with him, and is waving.
Björn, who is walking approximately two meters away from Surratt, is drinking out of a whiskey bottle. As he drinks, the whiskey falls through his jaws and ribcage, and onto the ground.
Surratt: You know you can't taste anything, right?
Björn: Aye, one of the many curses of this land, but my father always drank before battle, said it brought good fortune to a warrior.
A brief pause.
Björn: Come to think of it he was most likely covering up the fact he was a drunkard. No matter, are you ready for combat?
Surratt: I… I think I am. Lots of buildup to this moment, you know? Pretty nervous.
Surratt chuckles nervously.
Björn: Eh, do not worry. Nothing better than going down for a just cause. And who knows what happens after what happens after?
Surratt: I guess you're right.
Surratt sighs, and they both continue walking. Despite her best efforts at looking in the distance over the valley, she is not able to do so, due to the ever-present skeleton subgroups. As she attempts to climb a small hill atop her to see more, Beethoven walks up to Surratt and Björn, attempting to start a conversation. He is noticeably cheery.
Beethoven: How are we on this fine day? Final day? Final… days?
Björn: Aye, didn't you finish your master-niece?
Beethoven: Masterpiece. And yes, I was. I am still setting things up, but trust me, it is going to be the most amazing thing you will ever behol—
As Beethoven attempts to continue talking to Björn, a deafening honk can be heard coming from their back. Shortly after, Beethoven pushes both of them over, effectively making them not be run over by the enormous tank which made this sound. Atop the machine, Claire can be seen peeping from within it, smoking a cigar.
Claire: HOW ARE WE TODAY, LITTLE SCRUBS? READY TO MAKE SOME GRAVE MISTAKES?
The entity laughs.
Claire: DO YOU FEEL THE WEIGHT OF TODAY'S CONSEQUENCES GRINDING YOUR LITTLE MINDS TO THE BONE?
Short pause.
Claire: WELL THEN, GOOD, HAHAHAHA!
The tank rolls off, and Surratt turns towards Björn and Beethoven.
Surratt: Hey, uh, so…
Beethoven: Yes?
Surratt: There is a big chance this will be our last day here. And, I mean, yeah, it is hell, but… you morons made it slightly better, you know?
Beethoven: And to you too. A pleasure, it has been. And hopefully still will. Heh.
In the distance, a gargantuan, stone fortress-like, spiral, chaotic building can be seen. It is surrounded by numerous lava rivers with only a few bridges closing the gap in between, although as around it numerous winged Tartarean entities can be seen, all of them are closed. Despite the lack of clouds around, lightning can be seen appearing near the top tower of the keep, which extends over 500 meters above the rest of the building. The entire architecture of the area looks reminiscent of gothic, although an exact human architecture style cannot be fully confirmed due to the complexity and size of the structure.
As the building comes into the view of the legion, Claire stands up.
Claire: So, we're finally here.
The entire battalion stops for a moment.
Claire: The Keep of Sorrow.
As he notices the rest of the group stopped, Claire glances at them angrily and puts the cigar out of his mouth.
Claire: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!
As Claire stops speaking, a large group of skeletons within the battalion look at each other numerous times, each time nodding with their heads.
Claire: Oh god, no.
The group: I am Hell's Soldier.
Claire sighs.
The group: I am a Warrior and a member of my army. I serve the skeletons of my battalion, and live the values of the dead.
Björn: Aye, I will always place our mission first.
Surratt: quietly: What's going on?
Beethoven glances at her and smiles quickly.
Beethoven: I shall never accept defeat.
The group: I will never quit, for there is nowhere to run.
Surratt chuckles and rolls her eyes. She looks around the group and smiles almost unnoticeably.
Surratt: I would be disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained, and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills, but this is Hell, and we have none of that.
The group: I by no means an expert nor a professional.
Beethoven: But I live in the beauty of the hope of freedom.
Björn: I live and die again with honor.
The group: I am Hell's Warrior.
Claire chuckles.
Claire: You're good, kids. I am proud of you.
As the group stops to talk, all gates of the structure in the distance open. From within them, a horde encompassing an uncountable amount of numerous Tartarean entities — carrying from harpy-like winged humanoids to gigantic quasi-humanoid, four-legged creatures — can be seen emerging from all of them. The thunder near the towers starts to move towards the group, with blood starting to fall from within it. As all of this finishes, an extremely loud roar can be heard coming from within the keep.
Claire: Let's just hope it will be enough though.
Claire pumps the slide of a shotgun.
Claire: LET'S GIVE 'EM HELL!
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<Begin log>
The feed reconnects, revealing a large valley filled with fog and dust. Above it, the Keep of Sorrow towers, from within which an enormous amount of numerous kinds of Tartarean entities keep on appearing, swarming the battlefield and each skeleton present within which. Although due to the ever-present fog, most of the field cannot be seen through, as the thunder from before is currently located above the entire legion, with each lightning strike, a part of the battlefield becomes clear again. From within the cloud currently responsible for the thunder, a rain consisting of a substance reminiscent of blood is currently falling. As a result, the entire ground of the valley quickly turns into a mud-like substance, slowing down and sucking down a large part of the troops.
Surratt can be seen running quickly towards the bottom of the hill on which the fort is located. Although numerous other entities can be seen before her, she is moving the quickest out of the entire group, visibly trying to push towards the building's entry. Despite best efforts from the rest of the army, they are not able to push their line of defense forward the gates due to the overwhelming amount of entities pouring from them.
Upon reaching a stable position from within which she can defend herself and partake in combat, Surratt stops, attempting to familiarize herself with her surroundings better. As she dodges an incoming swipe from a nearby entity, Björn joins her position, cutting the entity in half with a sword.
Surratt: Do you know where [inaudible]?
Björn: What?!
Björn walks closer towards Surratt, lowering his stance as numerous bullets fly above their heads. As he does so, a large missile hits the cliff above them, blowing the pair into a ditch.
Surratt crawls towards Björn, attempting to shield both of them with local terrain.
Surratt: Do… you… know… where… Beethoven… is? I swear I've seen this pl—
Björn: No bloody clue! Last thing I heard was he wanted to play his tune into battle. Batshit insane fellow, I sa—
As Björn attempts to finish, a large, harpy-like Tartarean entity focuses on them.
Surratt: Fu—
The entity lashes down, flying towards Björn. Although he attempts to duck downwards, the being accounts for this and catches him in its claws. As it does so, it starts to fly away.
Surratt: No no no, no!
As the entity flies away into the battlefield, Surratt runs towards the rest of the battalion, attempting to find a projectile weapon. The flying entity suddenly screams, releasing Björn from its claws. He falls alongside the demon, and both engage in combat. Due to the distance and the fog however, not a lot can be seen.
After approximately 30 seconds, Björn can be seen emerging from the fog, the head of the entity in his hands, and a sizable hole in his frontal bone. He collapses on the ground. Surratt runs towards him.
Surratt: Björn? Björn?! Is everything alright?!
With a shaking hand, Björn points towards the body of the flying entity, his sword can be seen embedded in the chest.
Björn suddenly stops moving.
Surratt: Björn?
No response.
Surratt: Björn?!
No response.
Surratt crawls towards the laying skeleton and starts to shake his body. He does not show any reaction.
Surratt: Björn?! Please, tell me you're fine! Anything!
As she continues doing so, Beethoven walks towards her and grabs her by her arm.
Beethoven: He's in Valhalla now. What more can a warrior want than a death with his weapon?
Surratt: No! He… he must still be there. There is no death, this is the goddamned afterlife, remember?!
Beethoven: There are many things I don't understand, Surr. He's in a better place now. Nothing can be worse than this. Unless it just repeats. Heh.
Surratt: N… No… no!
Beethoven starts to walk away from her.
Beethoven: Come on. You can do nothing more. We'll give him a funeral after we win.
Surratt: No! This is no—
As she attempts to talk back, Claire's tank starts to climb up the hill, into their vision. With around 50 skeletons present atop it, they are able to defend against most entities coming towards them.
Claire: HOW ARE WE ON THIS FINE DAY, LITTLE WASTES? BAD? GOOD! HAHAHAHAHA!
Claire fires the tank, hitting a large entity visible in the distance. As he does so, the tank accelerates towards both Surratt and Beethoven, who quickly climb atop it.
As the tank speeds up, they start to climb the hill, driving towards the gate closer and closer. Despite a large number of entities swarming them, they are able to defend against them due to their number, as well as due to a large part of the army regaining their ground and being able to climb upward.
Claire: HAHAHAHAHA! GIVE 'EM SHIT THEY DESERVE, BOYS!
As Claire finishes the sentence, the tank arrives near the entry to the fort atop the hill. All army members present atop the vehicle leave it, getting near its gates. From within a side of Surratt's vision, a large, ram-like machine created entirely out of bones and stone can be seen. It is quickly relocated near the doors, and Claire walks to its proximity.
Claire: ONE.
As Claire points towards the doors, the ram contacts them, violently shattering a part of it.
Claire: TWO.
The machine fires again, shattering the steel locks around the entry.
Claire: THREE.
The ram hits for the third time, the doors shatter.
With the doors of the fort breached, allowing the entire team to enter, the camera reveals an extremely large hall, filled with numerous cages, fireplaces, paintings, and sculptures, all depicting people in numerous forms of pain. The area is massive, with numerous staircases up and down being connected and going through the hall. each build in a different style. Where they lead is unknown. As Claire notices a hallway at the end of the corridor, leading towards a dark, unlit room, he quickly rushes forward, leaving the rest of the team behind. As he does so, he loads his shotgun.
Surratt: Where the hell are you going?!
Claire: For the beast itself.
<End log>

[REMAINDER OF THIS FILE IS LEVEL 5/5572 CLASSIFIED]

[WELCOME, AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL]

<Begin log>
The camera reveals Surratt, Beethoven, Claire, and approximately 120 other skeletons standing within what appears to be an almost entirely light-less chamber. Although due to the lighting, its exact size cannot be determined, due to the sounds terminated from its center, it had been estimated to be large. From within the geometrical center of the room, a silent and repeated sound, reminiscent of a beating heart can be heard. Despite the lack of lighting, the center appears to look like a throne, with a humanoid creature seemingly molded with the seat. It is not moving.
As Claire starts to walk towards the throne, he is stopped by Surratt, who touches him on the shoulder.
Surratt: Stop. Something isn't right.
Claire turns around slowly, trying to keep his eyes on the creature. It does not move.
Claire: W… what?
The breathing of the creature sitting atop the seat becomes to get irregular. Despite initially appearing to be a humanoid, as Surratt slowly walks towards it, an object reminiscent of a crown molded into its face appears to be located atop its head. Additionally, near its arms, a large, sword-like item can be seen. Both irregularities appear to be a part of the entity's body.
Surratt: I just… I… I don't… I don't think this is… this fits here is what I'm saying… this… I… I…
As Surratt loses her voice, she starts to walk towards the being, looking directly into its closed eyes. It does not appear to be conscious.
Beethoven: Surratt?
With Surratt getting closer, the camera reveals two limb-like appendages coming from the entity's back — both of them look like their ends have been damaged. The reasons for this are unknown. Despite Surratt engaging in no contact whatsoever, a circular white symbol light starts to appear on the chest of the entity. Its breathing stops.
Beethoven: Surratt?! What did you do?!
Surratt: Nothing! Nothing at all! Wh—
Surratt is cut off as an emanating red light starts to come out of her chest, apparently near the camera. As this time, the light in the creature sitting atop the throne starts to violently flicker.
Unknown voice: Activation detected. Welcome, authorized instance 192,613.
Surratt: N… no! No! What is… what is… t-this?! What's… what's going on?!
As the symbol increases in density, it starts to form into a coherent shape.
Surratt: Oh my god.
Upon noticing the shape of the sign, Surratt starts to slowly walk backward, attempting to run away from the entity, with each step increasing in speed. Despite her best efforts, she is stopped by Claire, who shakes her by the shoulders upon catching her.
Claire: WHAT THE HELL'S HAPPENING RECRUIT?!
Surratt: I… I… uh, I…
Surratt points at the symbol, with her hand shaking. As the camera closes in, it reveals that it is the Foundation's insignia.
Claire: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!
Surratt: I… I need to-to talk to one of Foun— oh no.
As Surratt tries to walk backward, from within the abyss located beneath them, numerous lights identical to that of Surratt's starts to appear within it. Despite the size of the pit, approximated to be around 500 meters in depth, it is filled in 75% with what are revealed to be humanoid bodies. All of them are wearing standard Foundation attire.
Surratt: Oh, oh no. No no no no no.
Surratt quickly turns towards Claire, who backs out a little.
Surratt: Claire, I need to know. Have you ever seen, heard, or read, or whatever about anyone working or just associated with the SCP Foundation?
Claire: WHAT IN THE SAM HILL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT SOLDIER, I NEED YOU TO—
Surratt (Louder): I need to know, do you understand?!
Claire starts to walk away from her, visibly unnerved.
Claire: N-no, I don't think so, no. W-why do you as—
Surratt approaches Beethoven, shaking his shoulders violently.
Surratt: How many times have you been here?
Beethoven: Wh—
Surratt: Look at that goddamned beast in the eyes and tell me, how many fucking times have you been here?!
Beethoven: Only on— oh no. Oh. Oh no no. Oh no.
The entity starts shifting. As Beethoven starts to quickly run away from the creature with Surratt, Claire walks near them and stops both.
Claire: HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MINDS?! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE? YOU ARE BREAKING THE LEGIONS FORMAT—
Claire is cut off, as the creature sitting atop the throne starts to move. With its first move, it stands up, picking up the sword from the ground. What appears to be fire starts to circulate around the weapon and its eyes. At full height, it is over 10 meters tall. It looks at the entire squadron, smiling.
As the battalion starts to scream in pain for no noticeable reasons, the feed disconnects for a short while.

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The feed connects again. Despite still being heavily distorted, most of its view is visible, revealing Surrat, Beethoven, and Claire, standing in the corner of the grand hall. In the background, numerous skeletons attempting to hold back the large entity from before can be seen.
Claire: inaudible —f what's actually in the goddamned hell going on here?! Why do I have memories of this place?!
Large explosions can be heard in the background.
Surratt: Okay, so this will sound utterly ridiculous, but—

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Surratt: —been here before. Countless times. Can you see all of these bodies? They are the bodies of previous personnel who've been here before me.
The trio looks back into the pit, from which the light can be seen emanating from every body.
Surratt: All of them have these, uh, activators — activators on them, that would, in turn, activate some sort of research complex these fuckers have going on in here made to—
A loud bang.
Surratt: —study that!
Surratt points towards the creature, which smashes two additional skeletons trying to stop it from reaching them.
Surratt: And to achieve that, they have been deliberately sending people down here without any proper inscriptions, knowing most of them would ultimately end up here, furthering their research. But every single time, something happened here, and their subject died, making the loop reset.
Beethoven: But why?
Surratt: Well I… I don't know! They have an obsession with knowledge! If something exists, they must know about it to "protect humanity" or some bullshit excuse like that.
Claire: That also doesn't answer why we have memories of this place.
Surratt: Look, I don't know, okay! I have no idea. Whatever that creature is, it is the source of all of this. The loop only exists as long as this does. Which means…
All of them turn towards the massive humanoid.
Claire: …to kill Satan is to beat death itself.
Claire smiles.

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As the feed reconnects, it shows the humanoid violently thrashing with its sword towards Surratt, who ducks and barely avoids the attack. As she does so, Beethoven can be seen firing a machine gun at the creature, which doesn't react, as the bullets slowly sink into its skin. In the back, Claire is standing near a cannon range, located at the back of the entity. He is firing them, though no effect can be seen. How he acquired them is unknown.
Claire: EAT LEAD, YOU HORNHEA—
He is cut off as the creature focuses on him, starting to walk towards his resting spot, As it does so however, a large harpoon grabs it from the back. It slowly sinks into its skin and stops any further movement from it towards Claire. The entity's crown starts to flicker with fire violently, and it tries to grab the harpoon away from its body. It is unsuccessful.
As Surratt quickly runs away from the entity into one of the right side of the battlefield, Beethoven can be seen sitting atop a piano, with 4 other skeletons bearing musical instruments situated near him. He stands atop the chair and shouts onto the ongoing battlefield.
Beethoven: Hear me, those unworthy of my words — I, Ludwig van Beethoven, shall grace your ears with music like you have never heard before. Brace yourself, for a new age of music has come!
Though almost no one reacts, Beethoven quickly starts to hit numerous keys, seemingly randomly. The rest of the band does the same.
Beethoven: 170 years in the making, behold — my masterpiece, Battle Anthem No. 1 in C Minor!
As the melody reveals itself to be horrendous, the entire fighting stops. The entity looks at Beethoven and starts to laugh violently, with the rest of the skeletons looking in surprise at him.
Beethoven: You…! You will meet the wrath of me and my Elise, you tasteless monster!
As Beethoven kisses his pipe which he's been carrying at his back, he starts to run towards the beast. The entity laughs again, swinging its hand, causing Beethoven to collide with the piano, crushing the other musicians.
Claire sighs deeply and looks around the entire battalion, chaotically combating the entity.
Claire: IT ISN'T GOING DOWN, IS IT?
Surratt: What?! I can't hear you!
Claire: ALL OF YOU STAY HERE.
Claire quickly puts on an unknown vest on himself.
Surratt: What are you doing?!
Claire: Remember me.
As Claire salutes at Surratt, he quickly turns towards the creature and runs in its direction. Despite best efforts from Surratt, he isn't stopped.
The creature laughs, noticing the approaching skeleton. It crouches, smiling noticeably, and attempts to touch Claire, who runs directly at it.
Surratt: No—!
Claire: I'D SAY TO SEE YOU IN HELL, BUT WE ARE ALREADY HERE.
The moment Claire contacts the entity, the entirety of the room is filled with blinding light and white noise. Despite it, a chain reaction of multiple explosions and loud crashes can be heard in the background. As the camera re-gains vision, it is able to focus for a second on the two entities, from which all of the explosions are coming. Claire laughs, and the other entity screams quickly. As rubble starts falling out of the ceiling, effectively trapping Surratt and the camera under it, an unidentifiable noise, similar to that of a scream of millions of voices can be heard coming from the center of the room, which gets quickly topped over by Claire's increasing laughter.

[TEN MINUTES OF TOTAL DARKNESS REMOVED]

As the fog falls down and rubble stops falling, Surratt is able to get up on her legs. Despite being near the eye of the cyclone, she is relatively unharmed. She stands up and looks at the throne upon which the creature was previously sitting. It is entirely empty, with not a single trace of the entity or Claire left.
Surratt: At least he went the way he lived.
Beethoven: That is?
Surratt: Being utterly insane.
Surratt deeply sighs and looks around herself. Near her, Beethoven is standing with the pipe in his hands. Around both of them, approximately 100 skeletons can be seen standing with weapons. Despite the outside of the castle being visible, not a single other skeleton can be seen outside or entering. As Surratt sighs again, one skeleton walks towards her, leaving the crowd.
Unknown skeleton: And what now?
Surratt: I… I think I have an idea.
With some difficulty, Agent Surratt removes the camera from her rib. She throws it to the ground and smashes it with her boot. The feed disconnects.
<End log>

Following Event-5572 taking place, although all contact with Agent Surratt was lost, all Tartarean-entities-related activity within SCP-5572-PRIME had ceased, and no further SCP-5572 events were noted; reclassification of SCP-5572 to Neutralized is currently pending. For two more months as of the writing of this Addendum, no contact was initiated.
Addendum 5572-2: On 26/09/2003, an enormous mass of unidentified humanoids was detected emerging from underground areas of the Free Port of Esterberg, 5 kilometers north of Site-120.
One minute following the mass's sighting, the following message had been received by all members of Overwatch Command.

The army of the dead has risen, and we've got a bone to pick with you.

Further research and potential reclassifications are pending.

[{$previous-url} {$previous-title}]

GASLIGHT, GATEKEEP, GIRLBOSS

The Lands Nobody Returns From

Footnotes
1. Or a variation thereof, languages included.
2. Terminal objects are those that incorporate human beings following their death.
3. Such technology is implemented in all junior Foundation personnel to ensure the Foundation's secrecy — as a Level 2 Clearance Agent on a trial period in Site-120, Surratt was automatically equipped with such. As the machine was created via anomalous technology, despite being located in Surratt's ribs, it was able to record all of her surroundings normally unseen to a regular camera.
4. Foundation records show that the suit is identical to the one Agent Surratt was buried in.

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