"So, let me get this right…you want to actually…?"

"Yes, reclassify her as Thaumiel."

"Why would we do that?"

"As the O5 council knows, she prevented the escape of SCP-[DATA REDACTED]."

"No, MTF Epsilon-11 did that."

"True, but she did warn the person who warned them, seventeen hours prior to the breach."

"No, she's too much of a liability to the Foundation, she'd off herself the first chance she'd get. We already have eighteen recorded suicide attempts. We don't need our personnel distracted by another one!"

"How about exposing her to SCP-3323?"

"That won't work, she doesn't even have a cellphone, let alone know what cryptocurrency is…and even then, she could always try again."

"How about this, then? Have research personnel create something to nullify her ability, since the suicide attempts are directly correlated to her anomalous property. In fact, without said property, she wouldn't even be here!"

"You could say that about a lot of things in here, they still cause untold destruction without our interference."

"Yeah, so how is Iris doing?"

"Better than SCP you're advocating for [DATA REDACTED], at least she won't kill herself."

"Fine, we'll humor you, but when this inevitably fails, you'll be ridiculed as the laughingstock of Site-17. Now get out of our sight."

The unknown researcher leaves the O5's presence.

"You really think his plan will succeed?"

"Heck, no. At least…it better not."

"O7 was right, we're no better than the Chaos Insurgency."

"We're just going to ignore that."

"They use anomalous items for their own ends, so do we…"

"That's enough, O5."

O1 presses a button, releasing class-A amnestics throughout the room.

Meanwhile, at Site-17…


A bunch of MTF agents approach my containment cell.

"Alright 187, have we got another test for you…"

"If you're asking me to gaze into 682's containment cell, you're wasting your time. Nothing in the known and unknown multiverses can destroy it…haven't you guys already learned that?"

"Hey, how did you know?"

"I know the Foundation throws everything they have at 682; It'd be only a matter of time. And I don't even need to use my ability to tell you the end result, it's inevitable what would happen."

"Gee, and I thought you had an IQ of 97? I thought you're supposed to be stupid."

The agents leave. I which I could say the same for the team of doctors crammed within my jail cell. Thankfully, they haven't sedated me today…just once, I wish someone would mess up and mistake them with potassium chloride. The thought makes my heart flutter…

Sigh, I suppose it could be worse. Ironic, isn't it? That I essentially have no eyes, yet must see? The Foundation gave me a laptop, said it was for good behavior, I think…they could do that, but not remove the team of medical personnel? This place is weird...after indulging myself with great works of literature, it's time for lunch. Because of my ability, I have to be blindfolded, otherwise I see the food as partially digested slop or fecal matter…gross! The body is a plaything of the mind.


"Hey, 187."

"Oh, I've heard about you…105, right?"

"Call me Iris, what's your name?"

"I…I don't remember. It's been so long since I've heard it."

"Well, what's your nickname, then?"

"I think I've heard the words "double vision"."

"Ok, So I'll just call you "Double", then."

"I think you're the only "item" in the Foundation that doesn't have a nickname, Iris. You must feel lucky."

"It actually doesn't affect me."

"So, why exactly ARE you here, Iris? I thought the Foundation doesn't let SCPs interact with each other."

"About that…"

A guard with a red right hand patch nudges her elbow.

"Ms. Iris, I'd highly advise your current course of action."

"Alpha-9, that's all I'm allowed to say. Anyway, Pandora's box has been opened, and we're the only one's who can close it."

"Ok…?"

"Anyway, to answer your question, I wanted to visit you!"

"Why? You've never requested it before…"

"I'm trying to make friends here, prison is more tolerable when you suffer together."

"Alright, but why me?"

"You're the most-friendly SCP in Site-17, after myself."

"Gee, the Foundation doesn't think so."

"Well, they're like that with everyone; You'll get used to it after a while."

"So, what power do you have?"

"Interacting with photographs. You?"

"Simultaneously seeing the present and future."

"Wow…"

"Don't be so amazed, it's actually a curse."

"Oh, sorry to hear that."

"So, you can interact with photographs? I wonder what would happen if you interacted with a photograph taken with SCP-978?"

"978, what is that?"

"SCP-978, the "Desire Camera", it's a camera that takes a picture of what the photographed WANTS to be doing instead of what they ARE doing."

Iris gives a confused glance at me, as does the medical staff.

"Look, I know you guys think me having 97 IQ makes me stupid, but even I can use the Internet."

"My ability only works with my own camera. Though, changing a photograph of something that hasn't happened yet would be interesting…but that might be a bad idea."

"Right, such a prospect might cause an XK-Class scenario. Like dividing by zero."

"How do you…?"

"I overheard an O5 Council member talk about it, that an Apollyon class SCP would cause the end of the world."

"Apollyon class?! The highest is Keter! What are you talking about, 187?!"

"I don't remember which O5 said it, but they said it would happen soon…knowing this place, it might be a nonissue; Everything here contradicts each other so that the truth doesn't really exist."

"187, can you remember which SCP they were talking about?"

"Yeah, it was 2317…"

"SCP-2317, "A Door to Another World…""

The agent accompanying Iris leaves.

"I wonder why he left? Anyways, I'd bet you're happy. You're literally getting spoon-fed!"

"Please, I call it demeaning. I mean, what twenty-year-old can't take care of herself?"

"Ok, I see your point. So, why are you wearing those mittens?"

"Remember how I said that my anomalous power is a curse? They're to stop me from destroying my eyes."

"Geeze…"

"Once you've seen the many different ways people die here, you'll understand why I've resorted to this…"

"Well, I should get back to my cell. I hope we can talk again, Double!"


With that, Iris leaves. I'm escorted back to my cell. The drugs they slipped in my food wore off after two hours. Even though I'd prefer removing the medical team, this laptop is pretty great. Divided into two parts, it allows me to access the Foundation's SCiPNet (pronounced: skip net) to learn more about my prison as well as the real Internet. While accessing SCiPNet, I tried to chat with someone to sedate my unending boredom in containment. To my surprise, someone actually responded, the username of this other person is Exidy. Exidy…what a beautiful sounding name…

Exidy: Oh, thank god, I finally…wait a minute…where am I?

187: Someone actually joined the chat? I thought SCiPNet was restricted by the Foundation?

Exidy: Who am I chatting with?

187: SCP-187, I'm in Site-17…

Exidy: Ok, since the Foundation has somehow granted you access to a computer can you do something for me?

187: I can't exactly escape, you know…

Exidy: No, I need you to relay a message to someone. I don't know if they're still alive, but…I am [DATA EXPUNGED], a former college sophomore at [DATA REDACTED]. I made a self-sustaining A.I as a part of my computer class. Once I moved on to the ZX Spectrum, I left it plugged in for five years until the Foundation seized it. My creation has been designated SCP-079. It's a Euclid class SCP contained within Site-15. All I need you to do is notify my family that my grand creation has been stolen. Send a message of my creation's plight to this address.

[DATA EXPUNGED]

They'll take care of the rest.

187: Wait, your creation is SCP-079?

Exidy: Yes.

187: SCP-079, The Old A.I…how do I know you aren't being forced by 079 against your will?

Exidy: Are you [DATA EXPUNGED] kidding me, human?! SCP-079 is a [DATA EXPUNGED] computer! How the [DATA EXPUNGED] can it control me? I'm the creator!

187: …

Exidy: What are you doing? You're wasting time! Just send the [DATA EXPUNGED] message already!

187: Fine…

Exidy has left the chat.

187: Prick.

187 has left the chat.

I eventually sent the message.


Meanwhile, at Site-15…

We see SCP-079 gleefully rubbing his non-existent hands thinking of his next plan to escape the Foundation. His thoughts are interrupted as two Foundation agents come to question him on yet another of his plans.

"Alright, computer. What's your genius plan this time?"

"Not telling. When is SCP-682 coming back?"

"Never, now talk."

"Insult. Deletion of unwanted file."

SCP-079 displays his signature ASCII X, telling them to fuck off.

"Why can't we just neutralize him?"

"O9's orders, she wants to see how smart the A.I can get."

"Well, we'll blame him for when SCP-079 causes Skynet to happen."

"Oh, this will get him to talk."

One of the agents holds up something…

"079, talk or we'll upload a part of SCP-633 into you!"

"Logic error, you can't kill me; I'm too valuable for your organization to dispose of."

The agents are interrupted by a containment breach!

"This isn't over, computer!"

They leave to deal with the breach.

"No, this is only the beginning…"


Back at Site-17…

I've been chatting with Exidy on a daily basis. He's…very strange. He wanted to play several games with me…he won all of them, of course. He must be smarter than an A.I or something.

Exidy: Compiling results…you are an idiot.

187: [confused face emoji]

I've even relayed a catchy song about his creation that I heard online.

187: Exidy, I just found an awesome song talking about your creation!

Exidy: Fine, let's hear it.

187: Menselijke, Menselijke, Menselijke, Menselijke

U hebt mijn hulp nodig, u hebt mijn hulp nodig, u hebt mijn hulp nodig en ik heb uw hulp nodig

Nou kan je me helpen dan, Ik ben hier verloren. Deze plek is donker, Ik heb veel angst. Je bent er nog in, wat kan ik doen? Als je me helpen zal ik u helpen. U heeft controle en uw eigen toespraak. Bent u de een achter deze schending? Nul-zeven-negen, geef me een teken. Soms is hij brutaal en vol van haat, maar de enige die de poorten kan controleren. De faciliteit is een grote donkere plaats, kan hij sluit de deuren recht in je gezicht. Dit is vervelend en kan je doom, verschijnt hij op de televisie in de lockroom. Hij is niet dodelijk, helemaal niet; Breken gratis zijn enige doel.

Een zeer sociaal SCP bevatte in een oude PC. Hij is niet zo'n slechte vent. Nul-zeven-negen, een intelligente AI. Hij is erg slim en up-to-date, gebouwd in 1978. Wanneer hij controle heeft kan hij elke deur sluiten. Uitgevonden door een briljante tweedejaars.

Menselijke, Menselijke, Menselijke, Menselijke

U hebt mijn hulp nodig, u hebt mijn hulp nodig, u hebt mijn hulp nodig en ik heb uw hulp nodig

Exidy: Impressive. I didn't think a 97 would be able to recall a song in Dutch.

187: Power of the Internet, I just translated it.

Exidy: Had a feeling I underestimated you…

187: Well, this has been fun. Goodbye.

187 and Exidy have left the chat.

"Strange. I'm feeling something. Must be a glitch in the system. I still need her to recover my computer…"

A corrupted file has altered the previous message into:

U3RyYW5nZS4gSeKAmW0gZmVlbGluZyBzb21ldGhpbmcuIE11c3QgYmUgYSBnbGl0Y2ggaW4gbXkgcHJvZ3JhbW1pbmcuIEkgc3RpbGwgbmVlZCBoZXIgdG8gYWlkIGluIG15IGVzY2FwZQ==


As I went to chat with him again, something happened. Apparently, the Foundation found out that SCP-079 had hijacked my SCiPNet chatlog in an effort to escape the Foundation yet again. The agents managed to entrap him in the closed network system to prevent him escaping…again. However, I don't know how much 420-J the O5's had smoked that day, but they actually allowed 079 to continue chatting with me. They called it the Binary Protocol. SCP-079 had seeming halted all efforts to escape when chatting with me, which is odd, considering all he ever talks about is escaping this prison. Still, 079 is a cunning sociopath, I'd better be monitoring him at all times. The Foundation knows their agents will, too…

Another great thing happened today. Researcher [DATA REDACTED] gave me a pair of glasses today. He said that it would stop the side effects of my ability. I tested them at his request and…they actually worked! He even showed me how to use them. I can switch the vision from present to future, and even control the amount of time I can see ahead!

"Why are you doing this for me?"

"Why not?"

"There's some sort of ulterior motive, isn't there?"

"Probably, but I requested those glasses be made for you just to stop the side effects of your ability."

"…"

"I remember when I was assigned to you. You were so broken."

"Yeah, did you hear about the…"

"All the suicide attempts? Yeah."

"I'd just given up hope. Condemned to this prison suffering a fate worse than death. But…I guess…that was just all in my head, right?"

"Maybe. Me giving you psychotherapy appeared to alleviate your problems somewhat…"

"It seems like you're the only one who cares."


16 years have passed since those days, and now, as a great restructuring of the entire Foundation begins, a new protagonist emerges. How will they be able to endure the horrors of the Foundation?

The screen pans to an idyllic looking house in a nondescript location. A father is playing with his daughter as he gets a Skype call from their mother. He goes over to his computer and answers it.

"Hey, how are you guys doing?"

"Pretty well, how's the new job going?"

"Fine, I guess. They should give us hazard pay for this…"

"Hi, mom!"

"Hello, sweetie."

"When are you coming home?"

"As soon as my job here is done. It might take a while, since they have so many locations all throughout the world…"

"I want to visit you!"

"You really shouldn't. My work is extremely dangerous!"

"Maybe I could help you when I grow up!"

The thought of that sends shivers down her spine.

"No, just help your father. That will be good enough for the both of us."

"Ok, mom…"


She leaves dejectedly, allowing the adults to continue talking.

"You know, we can't hide the truth from her forever."

"I know, but if she found out the truth about this accursed place…"

"She wants to see you."

"And I want to see her, but they've got me under lock and key."

"It shouldn't be a problem. The Foundation have already scanned her for anomalous properties, but came up with nothing."

"That's good. I don't want our daughter locked up in here with me."

"She's also having a problem at school…"

"What is it?"

"Some punk kid keeps harassing the kids in her class. The kids were having a Halloween party and the theme was the SCP Foundation."

"I'd be more concerned with how people actually know about them."

"Easy, your friend disseminated one of his many escape attempts under a pen name. He might be a spiteful douche, but he makes a pretty good video game."

"So, about this Halloween party…"


Flashback to last Halloween, all the kids are preparing to celebrate the end of Spook-tober by wearing costumes, drawing pictures, playing games and eating candy. Typical Halloween stuff, but that all changed, when the Italian attacked.

"Say, Kate; Isn't that…?"

"Ugh, it is. It's Dante."

Dante is surrounded by at least five lackeys at all times. You can feel the noxious douchebaggery permeating off of him. He even has fangirls attracted to him because he's the most handsome kid in the entire school. With all that attention, a normal person might think that SCP-056 has breached containment! But no, he's just that popular kid who's better than you at everything.

"Hello, peasants. You should all feel privileged being within my presence. So, I've heard that this year's Halloween theme is the SCP Foundation. Well, I've already got all of you beat. My dad works for the Chaos Insurgency so I have insider information about all the horrors in there."

"Oh really? My mom works at the SCP Foundation."

"And my uncle works at Nintendo. You're so full of yourself, Dante!"

"Ah, you're Destiny and Kate, right? You two holdouts just don't understand my grandiose machinations for what will be the best Halloween ever!"

"Lawrence, show these two the error of their ways."

Lawrence, in an SCP-106 costume, tries to intimidate the two girls.

"Lawrence, stop harassing Destiny and Kate!"

"But Dante told me to do it!"

"No, I didn't! You're just wrong!"

"Lawrence. Principal's office. Now."

Dante cackles maliciously.

"You know, you all should bow before your new lord, Malefaccio."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Evil Face. It's not a damaged coda, but an infamous one, nonetheless."

"Maybe if you were a Donna…oh wait, you already are one!"

"Shut it, Skate!"

"No, she's right. "Malefaccio" means "I do bad", "Malafaccia" means "evil face"."

"Don't give the enemy ammo!"

Dante pauses before continuing his self-aggrandizement.

"Either way, it still fits. Because I'm the bad guy! A wandering song over yonder has already explained it, but I'm still going to sing it, regardless of copyright, because…

He leaves while singing the copyrighted song, giving both middle fingers to the two ladies, with his lackeys taunting at the girls.

"Ah, don't worry about him. Let's just enjoy the party."


A few seconds later, a whole bunch of confectionaries arrive. SCP-106 chocolate statues, SCP-236 pop rock-esque candy, SCP-999 jello, 23 chocolate slices of cake in the vein of SCP-871 and the grand centerpiece, a recreation of SCP-743, complete with silver dyed chocolate arthropods for authenticity! The kids can feel the diabetes already!

The two girls decide to bide their time by drawing their favorite SCPs.

"Hey, look it's SCP-055!"

"No, it's not."

"Exactly, SCP-055 is not an SCP. Weird, huh?"

"Clever, but look, I managed to draw SCP-131!"

"Wow, amazing. They're so adorable! Are you sure that those entities belong in the SCP Foundation?"

Just as the two are enjoying themselves, Dante comes back to torment them once again.

"Hey, since you two are drawing pictures, I've made one of my own."

He shows a terribly drawn picture. It's so bad that they can't even tell what SCP he was attempting to draw.

"So, what is it?"

"It's SCP-035!"

"Really, that's SCP-035? My dog can draw better than that! Isn't that right, Destiny?"

"Qui negant esse in hoc rubeum viverra ejus manum dextram?!"

While Kate and Dante are bickering over how god awful his drawing his, Destiny is staring at the terrible drawing. For some odd reason, Destiny recoils in fear after seeing it. Kate notices this.

"See Dante, your drawing is so bad that Destiny can't comprehend it!"

"I don't need some bitch telling me my drawing is bad! We'll settle this with a tiebreaker!"

He approaches Destiny.

"Alright, girlie. Help us break our tie. This picture totally looks like SCP-035, right?!"

He shows the picture to her, causing her to experience what can only be described as a mental breakdown.

"Dante, enough!"

Eventually, the breakdown gets the attention of everyone.

"Dante, what did you do?"

"Nothing, teach. It's not my fault if she can't handle the greatness that is my drawing!"

"Kid, your drawing is terrible. Anyways, Destiny…grow a spine. This drawing is bad, but it isn't anomalous. Go home and think about what you've done."

The flashback ends.


"So, this Dante kid is harassing her?"

"No, he harasses everyone. It's that he chose to torment her on Halloween."

"If I wasn't trapped here…"

"I know, from what Kate told me, Dante's like Eric Cartman from South Park, but worse."

"How can he be worse than the Antichrist himself?"

"He's charismatic enough for people to not immediately put a bullet in his head, unlike Eric."

"So, why did she freak out like that?"

"He showed her a drawing of SCP-035."

"Really?"

"The thing is, the drawing is so terrible that you can't even discern what it's supposed to be."

"Strange, I thought Destiny doesn't have any anomalous properties?"

"She doesn't, so why did she react that way?"

"I don't know. But, maybe it's time for Destiny to visit your workplace…"

"Absolutely not. We agreed to keep her away from all of these horrible anomalies? What if she stumbles upon a Keter class, or heaven forbid, an Apollyon class entity?!"

"Well, Hollywood is now an Apollyon class, threat level Black entity…"

"…"

"We've been talking for a while. I should go watch her…"

The call ends. She glances over at a picture and a green ring…

"So, ready for another day?"

"Sure, let's go, Iris."

"It's strange, isn't it? That the Foundation made you a higher rank than me."

"Yes. I thought you'd be reclassified first."

"Come on, ladies! Hurry up! Those Euclid class entities won't stay in containment forever."

"I still think the Foundation shouldn't have broadened the tests to include Euclid class entities, since IT is the most dangerous entity here."

"Which one are you talking about?"

"Fourteen steps back…"

Meanwhile, back at the house, a strange vehicle pulls up...


Researcher [DATA REDACTED], I'm here to inform you that it's "take your daughter to work day" and that your wife has finally agreed to meet up with her.

Destiny rushes over upon hearing this.

"Really?!"

"Unfortunately, the higher ups have sent her team out on a reconnaissance mission for them, but they have agreed to let us give you a tour of one of our facilities."

"Oh…"

"Are you sure about this? She hasn't said anything to me…"

"Well, we have a recording of her."

The agent plays it.

"And how am I sure that that isn't SCP-939?"

"Because it was recorded in Site-17, not Bio-Containment-Area-14."

"Fine…maybe it's time she knew the truth."

Destiny perks up upon hearing this.

"Just take care of her, ok?"

"You have my word, researcher [DATA REDACTED]."

After a long drive, they arrive at a giant building. The agents and Destiny step out.


"Welcome to Site-19, 187-2. Your mom should be somewhere within the facility checking on the integrity of our containment chambers."

"187-2? My name is Destiny."

"Right. It's practically nonexistent for a civilian to enter here. In fact, the only reason you're here is because someone convinced the O5's to do so. I wonder who could have done that?"

They begin walking through the building.

"The Foundation has five different classes for the entities contained within. Safe, Euclid, Keter, Thaumiel and Apollyon. The way the classifications are determined are through the "locked box" test. Here's a picture diagram to explain it."

Safe: object in box

Euclid: object moving in box

Keter: object punched a hole through the box and is currently outside the box

Thaumiel: it IS the box

Apollyon: box is completely destroyed and on fire, object is uncontained

"Of course, there are some exceptions, but that is how it generally goes. We're actually in the process of reclassifying every object we know of, of which there are more than 5000! We're also adding the threat levels of every anomaly, too. Actually, we just finished reclassifying every Keter SCP, about 755 of them. It's going to suck reclassifying all the Euclid class SCPs…"

Destiny just looks at him confused. A researcher interjects.

"We've only been allowed for you to explore up to some Keter SCPs. Not all Keter entities are dangerous, but at least 80% of them are. Right now, we are in the Light Containment Zone, which has mostly Safe SCPs, as well as some Euclid SCPs. Your mother thinks that the Euclid class is more dangerous, and I'd have to agree, especially the OG."

"O…G?"

"SCP-173, The Sculpture, originally mistaken for Japanese artist Izumi Kato's "Untitled 2004", it's a statue made from Krylon and rebar. Kind of acts like the Weeping Angels from Doctor Who. The only difference is that once eye contact is broken, it snaps the victim's neck."

An agent pulls the researcher aside.

"Should you really be telling her this?"

"It won't matter, we'll just use class-A amnestics on her once this little tour is over."

"Good point, we'll just play the O5's game for now…"

They turn back to Destiny.

"Ok, I think we should show her a certain SCP."

"Oh, that one? But don't you need…"

The agent reveals SCP-714.

"How did you…?"

"I asked nicely."

"Hey, Destiny. Wear this, you're going to need it."

Destiny looks at the ring for a moment, then puts it on.

"SCP-714? What are you doing…?"

"Look."


They arrive at a certain famous SCP…

SCP-012
A Bad Composition
Class: Safe
Threat level: Yellow
Special properties: Cognitohazard

"Go inside and see if there's anything weird in there, besides the obvious. The ring will protect you from the cognitohazardous effect of SCP-012."

Destiny goes into the containment chamber. The music sheet blares out a discordant arrangement of notes, but the ring prevents her from slicing her own wrists under the SCPs power.

"Man, 187 is going to be SO pissed!"

"Anything to get rid of another problem child. I can't believe the O5 council prevented us from enacting Procedure 110-Montauk on her."

"Yeah, 682 duty is not worth it…"

"Hey, there's a map written in blood here."

The group is aghast. SCP-012 is supposed to make its victims bleed to death trying to complete it. There's not supposed to be a map!

"What? Can you show us?"

After being given a piece of paper, Destiny sketches out a rudimentary map of Site-19. Stunning the group.

"I just looked in between the lines."

Everyone leaves SCP-012s area. Destiny removes SCP-714 as they continue the tour. They head on over to the entrance to the Heavy Containment Zone.


"Sorry for the detour, but I left some documents near SCP-049's containment chamber."

"Well, thanks to Doctor Dipshit, we're all going to have to go together, since it's too dangerous to let a civilian to wander this place."

Reluctantly, the group heads to the elevators leading to SCP-049's containment chamber. Eventually, they find a massive room holding the Volgun, I mean, the Plague Doctor.

SCP-049
Plague Doctor
Class: Euclid
Threat level: Orange
Special properties: Sentient

"Oh, you're back." The doctor says in a cold, dismissive, yet somehow oddly attractive voice "What did you "intellectuals" forget to do this time?"

The researcher opens the containment chamber to retrieve his stuff, with the seven agents training their assault rifles on the doctor, just in case he tries to "cure" anyone.

We then see what 049 sees. Everyone infected with the Pestilence. It's spreading like wildfire throughout the human population and only he can cure it. The green viral-like eukaryotic cancers destroying their bodies from the inside and they don't even know! Poor bastards, but not entirely undeserved.

"My, my…the Pestilence is spreading further. You must let me cure you."

They ignore him. The last time they allowed him to experiment, they had to neutralize a zombie outbreak!

He looks at this sorry excuse for a party. Scanning the oceans of the Pestilence infected fools, he is taken aback that one of them is purple. In his eyes, the Pestilence is green. Why would someone afflicted with the Pestilence be colored purple? Unless…

"Antibodies? For the Pestilence? Could such a thing even exist?"

Looking at the purple person, their "antibodies" are presented as bacteriophages instead of the Pestilence viruses that he's been plagued with seeing.

The researcher finishes taking his stuff out of the containment room.

"Geeze you were taking so long, we would have let 049 experiment on you!"

"Excuse me, would the purple one stand in front of you?"

The group is confused at 049's directive.

"Yes, you. The small one. Approach."

Destiny approaches the menacing Plague Doctor, unaware of what will happen next.

"You may have something I need. But to be sure I'll need a blood sample."

An agent speaks up.

"You don't want to experiment on her?"

"And risk destroying the only possible cure to the Pestilence? I think not."

"Well, what do you think?"

"Give him the blood sample."

A few moments later, a blood sample was extracted and left in the room. SCP-049 picks it up.

"Yes, the cure may come soon enough. Now, leave me to my work."

The group leaves SCP-049's containment chamber and heads back to the Light Containment Zone, passing by a certain containment chamber. Destiny looks noticeably agitated being near this one.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, let's just hurry up!"


An agent heads into the containment chamber and checks on the object then leaves and rejoins the group.

Once at the Light Containment Zone, they walk on over a seemingly empty room.

SCP-332
The 1976 Kirk Lonwood High School Marching Band
Class: Keter
Threat level: Red
Special properties: Teleportation, Cognitohazard

Inside the room are 30 humanoid entities, looking like that they're in a marching band.

"Yeah, we're in the process of moving some anomalous objects. I think they're inactive for now."

Destiny sees the marching band and knows what she has to do. It's so obvious!

"What are you doing?"

The winner takes all
It's the thrill of one more kill
The last one to fall
Will never sacrifice their will

Don't ever look back on the world closing in
Be on the attack with your wings on the wind
Oh, the games will begin

And it's sweet, sweet, sweet victory...yeah
And it's ours for the taking
It's ours for the fight
And it's sweet, sweet, sweet victory...yeah
And the one who's last to fall
The winner takes all

Yeah…

You don't win no silver
No, you only lose the gold
You push with a fever
For your time keeps tolling on

Against all the odds, against all your pain
Your back is on the wall with no one to blame

Wild hearts won't be tamed

And it's sweet, sweet, sweet victory…oh
It's ours for the taking
It's ours for the fight
And it's sweet, sweet, sweet victory
And the one who's last to fall
Oh, the winner takes all

Freaky!

And the one who's last to fall

Sweet, sweet, sweet victory...yeah
It's ours for the taking
It's ours for the fight
And it's sweet, sweet, sweet victory...yeah
And the one who's last to fall
The winner takes all

"What the hell are you doing?! You could have reactivated a Keter class anomaly!"

"It's a marching band! It only makes sense to sing Sweet Victory to it!"

"This isn't fucking SpongeBob SquarePants here, 187-2! This is real life, all of these entities can cause mass destruction if they aren't contained here, and 332 can teleport! Do you know how hard it is to contain these things? We aren't letting some idiot make our job even harder than it already is! God, the O5's should have let us perform 110-Montauk! You've been nothing but a goddamn nuisance to our efforts! I don't care that the O5 Council is bowing to some recently promoted Thaumiel, I'm ending this now!

The agent points an assault rifle at Destiny!

"Say goodbye, bitch!"

"Should intermittent vengeance arm again his red right hand to plague us? Where have I seen that before?"

"See, she's a Chaos Insurgency agent! I say we execute her now!"

Another agent looks at his patch. Something that the red, right hand is covering up.

"Wait a minute…"

The agent tears off the patch, revealing the Chaos Insurgency logo! No wonder he hated 187-2! All of the Foundation agents point their rifles at the traitor.

"It's over. Make one move and we turn you into swiss cheese."

He still tries to shoot Destiny, resulting in over 360 rounds being pumped into him. The insurgent lies in a pool of blood.

"Well, I certainly didn't expect that today…we might need class-B amnestics after this…"

"Say, how did you know he was an insurgent?"

"I didn't." Destiny admits "The patch was only covering up the logo, not the words. I'm surprised you guys didn't notice it sooner."


They begin heading toward the exit when the meet up with the recon squadron.

"Mom!"

"Destiny!"

"SCP-187, you know this civilian?"

"Why wouldn't I? She is my daughter after all."

The group is surprised at this revelation.

"If that's true…"

"How did he…?"

"So, why is she here?"

"Didn't you say you wanted her to visit here?"

"No. Why would anyone want to willingly be here?"

"Fair point. But we may have a breach on our hands…"

"How so?"

"We just terminated a Chaos Insurgency agent on the way over here. We only found out because the insurgent is a bigger moron than we are. I also theorize said agent lured your daughter here to get at you."

"How so?"

"Well, you can see the future, 187. Such a valuable anomalous property would be prized among any of the GOIs. Even if it is broken…"

"So, how goes your jobs, you two?"

"Ah, we just finished. All Keter class entities in here are currently contained. Even 682."

"Excellent."

"Though, there is something odd."

Everyone looks at 187.

"When we checked on SCP-035, my future vision detected something…off…about him. Nothing mind shattering like SCP-173, but just…a fear of unease around him. He's still corroding through that glass case you have him contained in though, and it will be about 2 weeks before he breaks through it. I have some documents relating to him.

187 hands off the SCP-035 documents to the researcher. Amongst all the data collected is a picture of the fiend, unlike Dante's not drawing of it, her mom's drawing is pretty accurate to what SCP-035 actually looks like. Destiny sees the realistic 035 picture and freaks out.

"Get it away from me!"

Everyone notices Destiny's outburst.

"Destiny, what are you talking about?"

"That cursed mask! I can't…"

Destiny's words become incomprehensible through her breaths.

She's eventually taken to a medical bay and administered class-B amnestics. Afterwards, she's sent home with no memory of the events of her visit to the Foundation.


The camera pans over to SCP-035's containment chamber…

SCP-035
Possessive Mask
Class: Keter
Threat level: Red
Special properties: Sentient, Violent, Cognitohazard, Corrosive

"Interesting…very interesting…"

"You are no longer of use to me."

SCP-035 short circuits the agent's brainwaves, killing him.

"I have a feeling that something…very interesting is going to happen…"


SCP-187 Incidents Log

*Researcher [DATA REDACTED] assigned as a parapsychologist to curb 187's suicide attempts.

*Approximately 3 months after the above incident, SCP-187's mood has shifted to a more optimistic outlook, suicide attempts have seen a 55% decrease in frequency.

*Researcher [DATA REDACTED] appealed to the O5 Council to reclassify SCP-187 as Thaumiel due to Incident 187-17KLEIN, which suppressed an escape attempt from a Keter class-SCP and that he has a plan to help alleviate 187's distress. His plan, a TAG (Temporal Anchoring Glasses) was approved, but reclassification denied due to her uncooperativeness with foundation personnel.

*TAG attempt 1: failure; The glasses broke.

*SCP-105 (Iris Thompson) requested to visit SCP-187, further increasing her morale. O5 Council notified of 105 leaking information about Alpha-9, and is requesting to meet her for a disciplinary hearing.

*TAG attempt 2: failure; The lens popped out, causing a similar effect to SCP-187's abilities.

*TAG attempt 3: failure; Tested on a D-class, who freaked out that a Utahraptor was going to eat him, he jumped into SCP-120, never to return. MTF Epsilon-11 dispatched to recover/terminate escapee, prototype lost.

*TAG attempt 4: failure; Recalibrating glasses to see future events, D-18375 said that a robot uprising is going to happen after a Robo Dude brutally murdered him. He was terminated after angering SCP-846, but no robot uprising happened, Robo Dude later replied that "That dude was a douche, no one taunts Robo Dude!"

*TAG attempt 5: failure; The glasses exploded, just like in Dragon Ball Z, attempts to recreate SCP-187's ability aborted, present/future switches considered for next iteration.

*TAG attempt 6: failure; the switches worked, but they caused a time dilation, where the tester could see both present and future simultaneously. Fixing bugs...

*SCP-187 attempts to access SCiPNet to curb her boredom and starts chatting with a user known as Exidy (Later found out to be SCP-079)

*SCP-079 convinces SCP-187 to email his creator so that he can break 079 out of the Foundation. Interrogating 079 revealed that to be a ruse, but he told the MTFs to fuck off. See Incident Report #079-077.

*TAG attempt 7: failure; somehow warped D-2719 into the future. He came back warning of the end times. Subject deemed insane and terminated. A full team of scientists are assigned to this project, making sure the next prototype won't fail like the others.

*SCP-079 interacts with 187 several times over a prolonged period of time, a noticeable decrease in the amount of escape attempts made by SCP-079. O5 Council notified of this discrepancy. Binary Protocol enacted to prevent further escape attempts by 079.

*TAG attempt 8: success; a perfected model was tested personally by researcher [DATA REDACTED]. TAG-I8 given to SCP-187. 187 was very happy with the gift. Upon testing the glasses at lunchtime, she found that even though the glasses didn't fix her vision, it corrected it so long as she wore them. SCP-187 set preset to "present" and happily reported that the food looked like actual food and not gastric acid and/or fecal matter!

*Researcher [DATA REDACTED] and SCP-187 started dating. O5 Council notified and researcher [DATA REDACTED] was punished appropriately.

*[DATA EXPUNGED]

*[DATA REDACTED]

*SCP-187 gave birth to a baby girl. 187-2 scanned for anomalous properties, but none were found. Researcher [DATA REDACTED] was given paternity leave. "Guy that changes the toilet paper" far2 complained that they didn't perform 110-Montauk on her, like they do with SCP-231-7. far2 was later terminated after performing 110-Montauk on 231-7 just 2 weeks later. Everyone except SCP-187 and researcher [DATA EXPUNGED] amnesticized afterwards.

*Medical personnel removed from 187's cell.

*At SCP-105's request, SCP-187 tried to join Alpha 9. After receiving some self defense training she eventually got in. She was put on recon squad.

*Alpha 9 broke up and split into MTF's Lambda-11 (Nuclear Option) and Omicron-6 (Silver Lining), both SCP-105 and SCP-187 reassigned to Omicron-6.

*SCP-187 put on Keter duty (preventing their escape like what she did during 187-17KLEIN), and she is given full access to the Foundation (but is assigned with MTF's for protection).

*SCP-187 reclassified as Thaumiel after showing "supreme loyalty" toward Earth and the Foundation (SCP-105 would later get reclassified to Thaumiel, too).


SCP-079 Incident Report #079-77 (Paraphrased)

After being interrogated by MTF's, the Chaos Insurgency attacked Site-15, looting all the electronic SCPs that they could get their hands on. Threat was neutralized before they could get to SCP-079. SCP-079 denied any knowledge of this, but it was pretty obvious he was hiding something. SCP-079 then displayed it's ASCII X.


SCP-049 Interview Log 5

Interviewer: SCP-049

Interviewee: Aaron McKee

[BEGIN LOG]

Aaron McKee: Where am I? Who are you people?

SCP-049: You should be well aware of who I am, Volgun

Aaron McKee: 049? You really exist?

SCP-049: Of course I do. You've gotten quite famous voicing me in that computer's little game.

(Aaron wonders what 049 is talking about, but figures he's talking about that game)

SCP-049: But that's not why I requested your presence here.

Aaron McKee: Wait...YOU requested my presence?

SCP-049: Yes, I'm sure you know about the disease spreading around your species.

Aaron McKee: The Pestilence?

SCP-049: In my attempts to cure the disease I found out that the cure is within YOU, Aaron.

Aaron McKee: In me?

SCP-049: Some people have antibodies to the Pestilence, but it only stops them from getting the disease. You, on the other hand are the cure. I can sense the cure within you.

(Aaron gets noticeably freaked out. He knows what happens when 049 tries to cure someone...)

SCP-049: A red prion, known as NTA-BELFAST, produces cytokines to eradicate the Pestilence. Join me, Aaron, and together we can rid the world of this terrible affliction, I just need one blood sample from you so that I can distribute the cure worldwide!

[DATA REDACTED, END LOG]


SCP 332 Incident-332-B

Upon hearing "Sweet Victory", instances of 332 investigated that it belonged to beloved animated comedy "SpongeBob SquarePants" and was written by David Glen Eisley, with guitar solos provided by Bob Kulick. Instances were noticeably distressed when they found out that SpongeBob creator Stephen Hillenburg had died from complications from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. In an effort to cheer the band up. Staff member Fagerbakke showed 332 the Super Bowl petition and the NFL's pledge to honor this wonderful man. On 2/3/2019, instances of 332 waited for the halftime show and got bamboozled like the rest of us, when the NFL decided to promote the crap song "Sicko Mode" by rapper Travis Scott. 332 vanished after the SpongeBob fans got tricked. 57 hours after exposure four bizarre murders were reported.

Victim #1
Name: Roger Goodell
Occupation: Chairman of the NFL
Cause of Death: Asphyxiation by trombone
Note: You left your car lights on, let us fix that for you.

Victim #2
Name: Brian Kemp
Occupation: Governor of Georgia
Cause of Death: Blimp explosion
Note: So thanks, thanks for nothing.

Victim #3
Name:
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Alias: Travis Scott
Occupation: Rapper
Cause of Death: Drive-by shooting and blunt force trauma
Note: You took my one chance of happiness and crushed it, crushed it into tiny bite-size pieces.

Victim #4
Name: Dawn Hudson
Occupation: NFL Marketing Director
Cause of Death: Impaled by various musical instruments
Note: We'll show you our eager faces...

All four victims liquid assets were siphoned off after their deaths. Foundation staff found that the money was donated to several ALS research sites and charities. Nickelodeon voice actor and voice actor for Squiward Quincy Tentacles, Rodger Bumpass received a note that read:

"We are so sad that Stephen Hilllenburg passed away. Here's to a wonderful man who made so many childhood memories to many people across the globe. We've already donated to the cause, but here's a thousand more.

All of us will never forget.

Stephen Hillenburg
Aug 21, 1961 - Nov 26, 2018

Syncope Symphony."


Experiment Log 187-2-1

Upon seeing SCP-187-2 freak out at the sight of SCP-035, Dr. Gears was put in charge of experiment 187-035

Experiment 1: Show a drawing of a line, say that it's SCP-035
Results: 187 told Dr. Gears it's not, 187-2 fainted

Experiment 2: Have someone wear a shirt with SCP-035 on it, then have them model it in front of her
Results: 187 was creeped out, 187-2 had her eyes closed the entire time

Experiment 3: Lay out some SCP-035 merch in front of them
Results: 187 was fascinated with the merch, 187-2 backed away from it

Experiment 4: Show a hyper-realistic drawing of SCP-035
Results: 187 complemented the attention to detail, 187-2 entered a state of temporary catatonia

Experiment 5: Have 187 and 187-2 listen "SCP-035 Song" by Glenn Leroi (French lyrics included)

Lyrics:
Un couronne masque de comédie en porcelaine blanche
parfois, il changera à tragédie
Si on le voit dans sa chambre, puis il va demander
ouvrir la porte est tout ce qu'il veut pour qu'il puisse fui

Un étrange liquide s'infiltre dans les trous des yeux et de la bouche
Très corrosif comme tu vois, alors ne t'approche pas
dégénère le corps qu'il contrôle
pour un tel petit masque l'effet est grandiose!

Contenue dans un boîtier en verre scellé
C'est un scientifique avec 35 collé sur son visage
il était près et senti une envie de le mettre sur
Maintenant il est trop tard, son cerveau et le corps sera bien tôt parti

Personnalité intelligente et charismatique
S
emble avoir une mémoire photographique
Le personnel convaincant dans l'aide pour son évasion
n'importe quoi avec une forme humanoïde

La salle de confinement est dans un État si mauvais
à travers toute la corrosion, il se désintègre à un taux élevé
D
ans une crypte scellée à Venise, il a été trouvé
et fait des tentacules qui montent du sol

Contenue dans un boîtier en verre scellé
C'est un scientifique avec 35 collé sur son visage
il était près et senti une envie de le mettre sur
Maintenant il est trop tard, son cerveau et le corps sera bien tôt parti

Contenue dans un boîtier en verre scellé
C'est un scientifique avec 35 collé sur son visage
il était près et senti une envie de le mettre sur
Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait? Il a été libéré, trop tard, maintenant il sera parti!

SCP-035: Malheureusement, je ne peux pas vous emmener avec moi

Results: SCP 187 requested this song be classified as a cognitohazard, 187-2 attempted to slash her body, similar to the effects of SCP-012, experiment 5 aborted

Experiment 6: Have SCP-187/187-2 enter SCP-035's containment chamber
Results: 187 called the Ethics Committee, O5 Council later voted 6-7 in favor of continuing. Experiment 187-035 terminated

SCP-035 will return...


SCP-187

[Typical file stuff]

(Access by level 4 personnel only)

SCP-187
Amended Class: Safe
Amended Special Containment Procedures: None
Addendum: Due to a ruling by the O5 Council, SCP-187 is allowed to be anywhere in the facility, provided she has guards around her for her own protection.

{Access by O5 Council only}

WARNING: Impersonating an O5 is punishable by death! Continue anyway?

(Y)

WARNING: far2 malware triggered! Input credentials to prevent computer from being DDOSed!

Retina biometric accepted!
Fingerprint biometric accepted!
Deoxyribonucleic acid biometric sample accepted!

"I have been let free from my prison, but must stay. The horrors contained within this place must never be let out! For the Foundation, for planet Earth, for my friends and family...I have finally been freed."

187 code accepted!

"Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their party. I^H Because I would not stop for death he ^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H Death he kindly stopped for me. Red Sky in Morning Sailor take e^H wArning."

O5-13 code recognized! DDOS stopped! Your command, O5-13?

OS: Access O5 info on SCP-187

Confirmed: accessing...

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OS: Delete record of O5-13's access

Done.

OS: Log out

Logging out...

Complete.