Experiment Log of: Professor K. P. Crow, regarding SCP-158 in use for the "Olympia Project".
Date: 29-11-2008
Pre-Experiment Note
I've gathered up several D-Class personnel, having interviewed and evaluated them all, and picked those with personalities and characteristics that I like, or would be useful. Some are male, others are female, as I believe a soul transcends the flesh it is interred in.
But the purpose of this experiment, is to test the "extra" capabilities of the device, those spoken upon in the heavily damaged sections of the book. I've pored over them incessantly, trying to glean as much information as possible from it, but the instructions I managed to get were sketchy at best, and downright unhelpful at worst.
But that will not deter me. I'm a researcher! Trial and error are my middle names!

Experiment-01

I withdrew the first subject's soul. Try as I might, I was unable to do anything extra to it, but then again, there was such a small window of time for me to utilize it and try everything. But on the bright side I managed to reverse the process. While that had been done before, no one has discovered the sequence needed to activate, operating on blind luck. This is the first thing I'll concentrate on.

Experiment-05

Hah! I've done it! It wasn't that hard.

Experiment-06

You know, I've noticed that there's a small period in the middle of the operation where the process pauses, as if it's waiting for further commands. I think that's when the further inputs can be made. I'll have to start checking.

Experiment-07

I've been removing and re-implanting the same soul into the same test subject, mainly as a form of experimentation with the controls, but also as practice. Oddly enough, there doesn't seem to be any sort of side effects regarding the subject's health. One would think there would be, considering what I'm doing to her… Regardless, I've been probing around that pause with the controls, and I think I almost have it.

Experiment-08

I made it begin the movements of something else entirely before it paused again and resumed its original course. I almost have it…

Experiment-11

I got it! It completely stopped during the pause, and a completely new set of options appeared on the monitor, being things like "split", "merge", "remove aspects", "add aspects" and "combine aspects". From this I can only deduce that the device is capable of internally storing and modifying these souls for use on other subjects. This is exactly what I was looking for!
Date: 30-11-2008

Experiment-12

The aspects that the machine talks about are difficult to define properly. They're all notated by a single word each, often something obscure from various religious texts. I've had to pore over the holy books of at least four major religions and six minor ones, just to understand what the hell the machine is trying to tell me, and even then, I'm still not entirely sure I understand. As far as I know it, most of these "aspects" are facets of the person's personality, and their general basic behavior, as well as things like willpower, understanding, conscience, creativity, empathy, and drive. This… may take some time to truly figure out.

Experiment-37

This is taking much, much longer than I had originally anticipated. So far I've discovered that the device itself can store up to ten different souls and their composite aspects, and modify them internally. Finding out exactly what each aspect corresponds with is difficult to say the least. I'm having to modify each subject slightly, then send them out for a complete psychological evaluation to try and discern what exactly I did. Then I have to repeat the process several more times just to make sure. It's tiring to say the least, but on the upside, at least I'm becoming more proficient at the device.

Experiment-42

This is getting ridiculous. This has sucked up most of the time in my day, and I'm near falling asleep here. There has to be a different way to monitor or measure the changes in these people's souls. I'm going to try and get onto R&D and see if they can find some sort of way of reverse engineering some part of this device, something to make this run just that little bit smoother, something to help us understand it more. I know how to operate it, but I'm shooting in the dark here. I'm like a child with a piano, I know which keys make which sounds, but I can't play a song to save my life. I'll try again tomorrow. Maybe the morn will bring with it new ideas.
Date: 01/12/2008

Experiment-57

I had thought I had grasped an idea of the limits of this device, but I was proven wrong. I had assumed the machine was at fault, being too complicated for its own good. Now I realize my mistake. It's not the machine, it's the very nature of a human soul. There's no true way to express something like that in mere words, although this machine tries desperately to do that. That said, it will take me some time to be able to use this device competently enough to do what I am hoping to do. I'll have to study the things I have seen and recorded to the very limit of my abilities.
Date: 02/12/2008

Experiment-80

I've left the device alone for the moment, electing to study my notes than raise more questions interacting with the device. I've recorded over four hundred different words in regards to the aspects, with an almost unlimited number of combinations capable therein. Seems apt of course, considering the complexity of the human condition. But should I master this device, the possibilities could be endless. But such a thing does not seem to be anywhere in sight. It may take months, even years, simply to grasp this device, let alone do what I have suggested.
I plan to do it in days.
Date: 03/12/2008

Experiment-93

Still no real progress. At most, I've gotten a single soul that is a composite of all I've learned, but it's something that I can't quite describe. When interred into a host, it's highly interesting, but when I send it in for a psyche test, the results basically go out the window. We can't get a valid result, which in and of itself is impossible.

Experiment-95

I've been modifying this composite soul, which I'll dub Subject Zero for the time being, and every time I do so, I get the feeling there's more to this than meets the eye. It seems to be more aware of its surroundings, more knowledgeable than its host should allow, displaying an intellect that would outstrip most researchers in this place many time over. Possibly even me…

Experiment-107

My god… This is unprecedented. The reason why the evaluations were so inconclusive, why Zero seemed so knowledgeable, why it seemed to be able to see another world around it, they all make sense now.
Subject Zero, by some fluke of chance, or by my meddling with this machine, somehow, simultaneously exists on this plane of existence and several others. I have created an entity that exists beyond the scope of human interaction, a consciousness that can see, and hear, and feel, and think outside of this realm. It is aware of what I have been doing, and it appreciates me having created it. It is, in a sense, immortal. Even if its physical host is destroyed, it is capable of continuing to survive beyond that, only slightly limited in this level of existence.
It revealed the truth to me, and I have asked it to answer my questions for the evaluation honestly. It agreed.

Experiment-110

Zero would make an excellent candidate for my assistant. It respects and admires me for its creation, much a child would an endearing father figure. I have assured it that it would be treated well, and that I will give it a host to the best of my ability to create. All that it asks of me is that it is given a name other than Zero. A name. Not a number.
I told it to give itself a name, to christen itself whatever it so wishes. It told me it would have to think about it.
End of Session
Notes: The composite soul has been accepted as a component for the "Olympia Project"


Interviewed: Dr. A. Clef, SCP number pending.
Interviewer: Dr. ████████ Kondraki.
Foreword: This interview took place 24 hours after the Site 17 incident.
<Begin Log, ██-██-████, ████:██:██>
Kondraki: Clef.
Clef: Kondraki.
[long silence]
Clef: How's the leg?
Kondraki: I'll be fine. How are the face, the eyes, the ears, and the entire body?
Clef: They gave me a few minutes with the pendant. Enough to heal me, not enough to turn me into The Blob.
Kondraki: Shame that. It might actually improve your personality.
Clef: I've missed you too.
[long silence]
Clef: How is the girl?
Kondraki: Comatose. Gears knocked her out on site, after she did the thing with the Dragon. They decided it was better if she stayed that way. They have her locked up in a room lined with telekill.
Clef: Who do they have assigned to watch her?
Kondraki: Valdason.
Clef: That poor girl.
Kondraki: Funny, coming from the one who tried to kill her.
Clef: I wasn't talking about the SCP.
[long silence]
Kondraki: So, why did you do it?
Clef: You've read the report, haven't you? It was a mistake on my part. I thought that I could help contain her by…
Kondraki: Bullshit.
Clef: Pardon me?
Kondraki: Bull. Shit. According to the report, you're an absolute moron who screwed up so badly that he caused a major site-wide incident. But if I know you, you're not a moron. You're a sadistic, evil, and conniving bastard, but you're not stupid.
Clef: I never knew you cared.
Kondraki: Cut the crap, Clef. What were you really after?
Clef: I have no idea what you're talking about, Konny, dear.
Kondraki: [raising voice] It's all too convenient. A partial voice log from your PDA that cuts out just as Lilith manages to order you to tell the truth? An emergency call that summons two other Foundation researchers onto the scene? A major security breach that causes every single SCP at that base to leave their containment cells? Massive casualties, including at least 2 SCPs, one of which we had high hopes for, one of which YOU personally vouched for?
Clef: Do you watch cartoons, Kondraki? You should check out this show called Gargoyles, I think you'd like it…
Kondraki: [shouting] What the hell were you trying to do? Were you trying to kill someone? Get in contact with someone? Make them put the girl to sleep?
Clef: [manic laughter] Goddamn it, the Stones were right, it really is the nature of my game that's puzzling you, isn't it!
Kondraki: … what?
Clef: Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name.
Kondraki: … bullshit. You're lying. You always lie.
Clef: Yes, I do… always lie, don't I? One might even call me the father of lies, considering all the lying I do. Funny that.
Kondraki: … women hate you.
Clef: Of course they do. Considering that little incident with the apple tree, I'm not surprised they still harbor some lingering resentment. It was all for the best, though…
Kondraki: [speaking faster] Lilith knew you. She said you loved her. You said you never stopped loving her…
Clef: She was too good for that simpering fool. Untamed, strong, and wild, a true woman, not that whiny little submissive slut Eve. Of course, that milquetoast asshole preferred the one who'd lie quietly and take it, not the one who'd show him a…
Kondraki: [faster and louder] The wood nymph . . you convinced her to flower…
Clef: Apple blossoms, if you looked closely enough.
Kondraki: And Sigurrós?
Clef: Also known as the Alpha and Omega, the Great I AM… I'm still not sure what she's doing incarnating again. I mean, it basically means Heaven is empty right now, and my people are going to be storming the gates any time now.
Kondraki: My god…
Clef: … is currently lying in a coma in a hospital bed nearby, yes. Helpless. Alone… completely vulnerable.
[long silence]
Clef: [manic laughter] Oh Jesus Christ, you're actually buying this bullshit, aren't you?
Kondraki: … what?
Clef: Oh god, the look on your face, it's priceless! It's better than when I told Gears that Alice had hacked my optics and convinced me to get rid of the competition! He nearly put that little monster through an MRI to check for infection in her brain before he figured out I was bullshitting him… but hell, that frigid bastard's got no emotions at all, that's not nearly as fucking hilarious as you!
Kondraki: … YOU LYING SONOVABITCH!
Clef: [manic laughter, strangled] And here's the really fucked up part, Kondraki… what if I'm lying right now? What if I did just tell you the truth before, and what you primitive apes call Heaven is currently laying wide open, ready to be stormed by my followers? What if you die, and your soul crosses the Boundary, and you find those damn artemicite gates covered with the bloody wings of the Elohim nailed to the walls? And what if I'm there, ready to lead you to your eternal reward? And what if I've got ███, and I'm showing her all the things that you'll never [DATA EXPUNGED]?
Kondraki: You BASTARD! I'll kill you!
Clef: You'll never un-think it, Konny! It'll always be back there in the back of your head, nagging, nagging, tickling you, spinning around in an unending spiral…
Kondraki: [Inarticulate scream of rage.]
[It is determined that this is the point where Dr. Clef accidentally fell out of his chair and struck his head nine times against the corner of the desk, fracturing his skull and snapping his neck between the second and third vertebrae.]
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Dr. Clef remains in intensive care, paralyzed from the neck down. Dr. Kondraki has been cleared of all responsibility regarding the incident.


Written by Danteson
The spell book has been revoked by the Foundation. It's not like she'll use it much anymore. - Dr. Wright.
Chapter One: The Foundation and You!
Now, your job as a witch is to do whatever the nice folks at The Foundation tell you to do. Even if they ask you to do something, and you don't want to do it, you must, or else you may not get your witching license when you grow up! You don't want that to happen, do you?
Another important rule is that you must never ask any questions about any of the other witches or wizards you may see. They might have different powers than you, but don't worry, that's perfectly normal. If The Foundation tells you that they are safe, then you are allowed to be friends with them. Yay!
Chapter Two: How to Cast Your First Spell
Casting spells is easy! Just say the magic words out loud, and imagine the spell happening in front of your very eyes! Always make sure you say the words firmly, correctly, and most importantly, confidently. You will be turning your hair purple before you even know it!
One very important rule that all witches must follow, is that you must never, ever, ever, try and cast a spell that is not listed for you in this book. This is a very serious crime in the witching community, and it could even be punished by burning at the stake! Oh no!
Chapter Three: Safe Spelling!
(Writing in this book is cheating, you cheater!)
Chromus:
Tap an object with your finger, say Chromus, and it will turn any color you want!
Aquafier:
Point and say Aquafier, and your finger will shoot out water like a squirt gun! How fun!
Duco:
If you drag your finger along something and say Duco, then you will make a magic mark, like a magic marker! Don't draw on the walls with this however.
Estus:
Hold a cup in your hands and say Estus, and your drink will be nice and hot, just for you. You can make your own hot chocolate any time.
Nutrimens:
Just hold out your hand and say Nutrimens (be careful, this is a hard word!), and your favorite kind of food will pop up in your hands.
Tergo:
Don't like taking baths? Just use Tergo. It will get you squeaky clean in moments.
Quiesco:
Are you having trouble sleeping? Just whisper Quiesco to your pillow, and you will sleep like a baby.
Mortus:
Only to be used with the permission of a Foundation member! By pointing at the picture of a person and speaking this spell, you cause the pictured person or creature to die. Oh no!
[DATA EXPUNGED]


Re: Internal Affairs Incident between Drs. "Alto" Clef and ████████ Kondraki, ██-██-████.

This report is CLOSED. Any further edits must be approved by an O-5 level authority, except for basic grammatical and spelling corrections. Any further information about this incident should be placed in a supplemental report.
This report compiled by:
01:12 - Dr. Clef/SL█
01:15 - Dr. Kondraki/SL3
04:37 - Kain Pathos Crow/SL4
04:38 - Dr. Gears/SL█
1:19 - Far2/SL█
1:20 - Bijhan/SL█
1:21 - Dr. Bright/SL█
[DATA CORRUPT]

Synopsis
On ██-██-████, Dr. A. Clef made the following recommendation on the log re: SCP-239

My analysis of the situation has led me to the conclusion that SCP-239 is an unacceptable containment and security risk. Although several proposals have been made re: using her for containing other SCPs, the example of SCP-953 and others must serve as a stark reminder of the risks of overestimating the Foundation's ability to control SCPs with reality-altering powers.
I would therefore like to make the following proposal: a dagger will be constructed of SCP-148, capable of penetrating SCP-239's otherwise invincible skin. This weapon will be used to terminate SCP-239 while she is asleep and her powers are neutralized. Because of the danger of SCP-239 awakening and resisting termination, it is my recommendation that the selected operative carry SCP-668 as well, in order to minimize complications.
One of the dangers of this procedure is the possibility that SCP-239 will awaken and perceive the operative as a friend or "good person," thus changing reality to match. It is for this reason that I would like to volunteer to carry out the procedure personally. A review of my personnel file should indicate that my [DATA EXPUNGED] should allow me to carry out the operation even after a reality shift of this nature.
- Clef

Unfortunately, Dr. Clef made the error of transmitting his proposal en clair instead of through secured channels. Knowledge of his plan of action reached several staff members at Site-17. As documented under Incident Report 239-A, SCP-239 had formed bonds with several staff members at Site-17. Whether motivated by ordinary sympathy or, as Clef predicted, due to SCP-239's reality-altering abilities causing those on site to be perceived as friends, several staff members were motivated to take action to prevent Dr. Clef from carrying out his proposed plan of action: in particular, Dr. ████████ Kondraki.
Evidence relating to the resulting incident is, unfortunately, incomplete and unclear at best. Efforts are currently underway to piece together the events that occurred through personal logs, official records, and post-incident interviews.

Surveillance Log x92███, Date █-██-████
23:02 - Dr. Kondraki departs living quarters
█-██-████
00:03 - Access to SCP-408 containment unit authorized by Dr. Kondraki
00:05 - Dr. Kondraki enters containment
05:13 - Dr. Kondraki exits containment

Personal log of Dr. A. Clef, SL█
I, A█████ H████ C███, being of sound mind and body, hereby declare that the actions I am about to take are mine and mine alone, and that I am not acting on the orders of any outside body or official Foundation representative. I also declare that I am a liar. Which part of my prior statement is a lie I will leave for the historians and you post-incident investigators to puzzle over. Perhaps I was lying that I am a liar. There's an infinite feedback loop to crash your brains.
I believe that I have tipped my hand too far, and the time to act is now. If my suspicions are confirmed, and the staff of Site-17 have been compromised, it is only a matter of time before someone there informs 239 of my plan of action. After that, it's impossible to tell what may result. My unique character flaws may help to protect me from any resulting reality shifts, but a CK-Class restructuring is still a CK-Class restructuring. All things considered, I like the world as it is.
I have constructed several weapons out of telekill alloy in the short time I had to prepare: they should provide me with a variety of kill options at varying ranges. Incidentally, I am disappointed in the other members of the Foundation at their lack of initiative: knowing of a highly dangerous Keter-class SCP's vulnerability, they nonetheless refused to neutralize it. Perhaps this is a result of the SCP's reality-altering powers, or perhaps it is simple sentimentality towards a dangerous weapon that takes the form of a small child. Probably the latter. My "colleagues" do have a distressing tendency to show unwarranted leniency towards highly destructive humanoid Keter-class SCPs.
Hypothesis: if an enemy wished to destroy the Foundation, all they would need is ten nuclear weapons in the kiloton range, disguised as Girl Scouts.
Unfortunately, I was unsuccessful in securing the Genovese Blade before leaving Site-19, which means that I will be unable to use it to bypass base security. However, my outside contacts have provided me with a variety of technological surrogates which may suffice. In addition, my personal digital assistant has been linked to my ocular and aural implants. In the event of a mission abort or failure, all data regarding this mission shall be immediately transmitted to the GOC, all O5-level Foundation personnel, the FBI's Unusual Incidents Unit, and ███. In the event of personal life sign termination, the Clef unit at the GOC (Treble) is to execute Procedure Pizzicato (Planetary Sterilization).
By the way, I'd like to remind everyone reading this log at Post-Incident Investigation (Hi there, Mel!) that I am a liar and there is no Clef unit at the GOC, no Procedure Pizzicato, and no data dump to be carried out in the event of my death. Probably not. Maybe. There's a good chance of it.
Arrival in ten minutes. Mission begins.

Surveillance Log x92███, Date █-██-█████-██-████
4:45 VTOL 505 arrives at landing pad 7.
4:46 Six (6) Site-17 security agents arrive on-scene.
4:47 Dr. Clef is ordered to exit VTOL 505 and lay down on the ground with his hands on his head. Dr. Clef complies.
4:48 Unknown event. Four (4) security agents temporarily stunned by effects. Remaining two (2) rendered unconscious. Dr. Clef is observed drawing a pistol from his lab coat and firing twelve (12) tranquilizer darts, giving each agent a double-dose of [DATA EXPUNGED].
4:52 Further resistance from Site-17 Security Personnel.
5:02 Resistance neutralized.
5:10 Dr. Clef enters Site-17.

Surveilance Log x92███, Date █-██-████
05:11 Several Level 1 security personnel arrive at Site-17 main entrance.
05:13 Security personnel neutralized by [DATA EXPUNGED].
05:17 Noted change in surroundings, several signs altered, hallway B-7 intersection becomes dead end.
06:02 Large flash of light erupts from hallway B-7.

Personal log of Dr. A. Clef, SL█
It's worse than I thought.
The reality shifts have already started to occur. The walls have shifted, everything's not where it should be. My Site-17 map is completely useless. All I can do is follow the signs and hope they lead me to the right place.
Damn, what the hell is going on here? I could have sworn that was a doorway a moment ago…
Wait a minute.
[Sound of a hand slapping against metal]
Butterflies? [Manic laughter] Konny, you magnificent bastard! I've read your…
[Another male voice is heard saying, "Smile you sonovabitch!"]
[DATA CORRUPT]

Surveilance Log x92███, Date █-██-████
06:04 SCP-408 briefly spotted, before reconfiguration. Dr. Clef identified, Site-17 security alerted.
06:06 Dr. Kondraki spotted, accompanied by 3 other Dr. Kondraki. Subject appears to be holding highly modified camera.
FEED UNAVAILABLE
06:10 Security teams dispatched to containment unit of SCP-239.
FEED AVAILABLE
06:20 Dr. Kondraki neutralized, Dr. Clef leaves hallway B-7

Personal log of Dr. A. Clef, SL█
Konny, you clever, clever bastard! Talked to 408, did you? Convinced them to help you… or did the damn bugs volunteer to do it on their own? No matter, you win this round. Clipped me pretty good, huh? Well, now you're dead… at least, one of you is, I think. Two bullets in the heart, one in the head, you'd think that would be enough, but no, you just had to keep coming, didn't you? Made me get up close and use the knife, didn't you?
Why did you do it, Konny? Are you working for her, now? Did she call you her snuggle-lumpkin, and turn you into her pet? Or are you just doing this because she looks like a little girl, and your damnable genes that tell you that children are to be loved and protected are firing ten thousand fold? It's not a child, Konny, it's a monster, the worst kind of monster, one that hides in plain sight, makes you love it before it butchers you alive.
Whatever you had in that damn flashbulb took out my eyes. I'm thinking second degree burns on my face and forearms, and my retinas are fried to hell. That's fine, they'll grow back. Until then, I can't see a damn thing, but my ocular implants still work. I can still finish the mission.
I just need some help. And I think I know where to find it.

6:25 Site-17 Security Team Bravo ceases to exist.
6:30 Site-17 Security Team Bravo re-emerges, wearing full-plate armor, carrying heaters and arming swords.
6:35 Site-17 Security Team Bravo engages Dr. Clef in hallway B-9.
6:36 Site-17 Security Team Bravo neutralized.
6:37 Dr. Clef ceases movement.
6:38 Dr. Clef proceeds to containment facility for SCP-091-ARC.
6:45 Containment Breach. Biohazard Level 4 Alert. Site-17 goes into Biohazard Lockdown. Automated alert goes out to all other SCP Foundation bases, requesting assistance. Kain Pathos Crow and Dr. Gears respond.

7:01 Hall B7 secure, no movement detected.
7:12 Movement detected, SCP-408 uncloaks. Dr. Kondraki is wounded.
7:25 SCP-408 departs.
7:26 Dr. Kondraki operating cam.
.
..
…
FEED UNAVAILABLE

Personal log of Dr. A. Clef, SL█
I talked with Siddhartha Gautama once. He told me that the world is an illusion. That nothing that exists is real. You've driven it home for me.
Damn butterflies all over the place. Nothing is real, nothing exists. All is illusion. I walk down a hallway and it turns into a dead end, which explodes into a shower of light. None of the signs lead where they should. None of the walls point where they should go. For all I know, you've gotten the little monster out of the facility already.
Except for one very interesting fact.
Have you ever wondered why women instinctively recoil from me, Konny? Have you ever wondered why I was able to get into 91's pen and let her out, or why 166 and I get along so well? Have you ever wondered why I never talk to 105?
If you knew who I was, you'd understand.
But then, if you bastards knew who I was, I'd be another specimen in your collection. Another number to catalogue and store and contain.
Because that's what you do, right? You catalogue, store, and contain, and watch and watch and watch. Never act. Never move. Never take the initiative.
Even when death is staring you straight in the face.
But I can act, Konny. I can always act. That's why your silly little game can't stop me. Why your silly little butterflies and illusions and parlor tricks will never suffice. Because Gautama was wrong. Not everything is an illusion, and not all illusions are indistinguishable from reality.
For instance, what will happen when I release an elemental spirit of wood from its containment? Well, of course, the entire facility will go into biohazard lockdown. No one gets out. So that little monster is going to be trapped in here with me. No way for you quislings to let her out into the world to destroy us all. Perhaps you think that's all I'm going for.
Here's a little hint, buddy. It's not.
No one's ever seen what Ninety-One looks like when she flowers, or fruits.
I'm about to show them.

7:30 Dr. Kondraki focuses image on Hallway F-19, current location of Dr. Clef
7:35 Dr. Clef is seen embracing SCP-091-ARC. Immediate infection occurs.
7:36 Infection now spreads across 90% of Dr. Clef's body.
7:38 Flowers are seen emerging from Dr. Clef's extremities.
7:39 Flowers begin to exude an unknown pheremone.
7:43 Local swarm of SCP-408 begins to lose cohesion.
FEED UNAVAILABLE

Audio Log s17███-████ Date: █-██-████
<unknown>: [Static]…need assi…P-091-ARC containment bree…
<Operator ██████>: Kondraki, is that you? What the hell is going on down there, they're talking about a full lockdown!
<Dr. Kondraki>: Doct…extremely aggresive…warn Cog an…send help…
<Operator ██████>: Dr. Gears? I just got a report that he and Kain are on the way here, don't worry.
<Dr. Kondraki>: [Pained] ….got it all….wrong…
<Operator ██████>: Doc? Doc?! [indistinct, shouting to someone in background]
[DATA CORRUPT]

Interview Log x████, Date: ██-█-████
<O5-█>: As the first person to become involved in this incident, let's start with your involvement that night.
<Dr. Kondraki>: I had been tending to SCP-408 that night, making sure maintenance kept the feeders filled properly. It was 408 who alerted me.
<O5-█>: How did SCP-408 know about the situation outside?
<Dr. Kondraki>: Hell if I know, and it wouldn't tell me at the time. What mattered, however, was stopping Dr. Clef from causing any more havoc.
<O5-█>: If I recall, you weren't very successful.
<Dr. Kondraki>: No, but then again what could I do? I had a camera and a flock of butterflies. And this wasn't much of a photo shoot.
<O5-█>: What about SCP-239?
<Dr. Kondraki>: What about her?
<O5-█>: The assumption of Dr. Clef is that you were manipulated into protecting her.
<Dr. Kondraki>: It certainly became the focus of my actions once I figured out his plan, which the idiot had revealed to anyone who cared to look.
<O5-█>: Was it true then?
<Dr. Kondraki>: That I did it all to protect SCP-239?
<O5-█>: That you did it because she wanted you to.
<Dr. Kondraki>: To be honest, with the way that girl works, can I even be certain of my intent? The idea that she used me like that, it scares me.
<O5-█>: It scares you that she can control you?
<Dr. Kondraki>: No, it scares me because if she did, I'll have to kill her myself.
<O5-█>: One more thing, did you know about [DATA EXPUNGED]
<Dr. Kondraki>: [Laughs] I don't think anyone doubted she would get caught up in this.

7:46 Entirety of SCP-408's swarm now in disarray.
7:50 SCP-091-ARC has breached containment, Dr. Clef seen leaving containment.
7:53 Humanoid figure seen emerging from cloud of confused 408.
7:57 SCP-408 reverts to basic state, retreats. SCP-336 identified.
8:01 Dr. Clef and SCP-336 seen conversing.
8:03 SCP-336 removes voice modulator.
FEED UNAVAILABLE

Audio Log s17███-████ Date: █-██-████
<Clef>: … you.
<SCP-336>: … me.
<Clef>: … Why are you here?
<SCP-336>: To stop you.
<Clef>: [At this point. Dr. Clef reverted to an unknown language. Foundation linguists have analyzed the content of this audio file, and believe it to be a variant of ancient Sumerian.]
<SCP-336>: [Responds in a similar dialect]
<Clef>: … so there is no other way, then?
<SCP-336>: None. Your motivations may be pure, but your methods are too extreme.
<Clef>: I never stopped loving you, you know.
<SCP-336>: I know.
[DATA EXPUNGED] [It is at this point that SCP-336 removed her voice modulator and began to speak. For the safety of listeners, this portion of the recording was automatically redacted from the record.]
<Clef>: [Cries of pain]
<SCP-336>: Your dedication is remarkable, but you have…
[Shots fired]

FEED AVAILABLE
8:05 Target tracking reacquired. Dr. Clef is seen reloading a handgun, leaning against a wall and clearly shaken. Blood is seen running down from both ears, apparently self-inflicted injuries to both eardrums. A nearby mirror appears to have been shattered with three 9mm rounds. SCP-336 is no longer visible.
8:06 Dr. Clef slumps against the wall and slides down to the ground, appearing to weep. Flowering growths on his body wither and die.
8:08 SCP-408 regains cohesion and begins to swarm around Dr. Clef. Visual contact lost.

Personal log of Dr. A. Clef, SL█
This is [DATA EXPUNGED] previously known as Dr. Clef. I am not making this statement out of my own free will, but under compulsion from the First Wife. Despite my efforts, I was not able to remove my own hearing before a partial command was spoken by SCP-336. I'm not sure what she meant to order me to do, but all I remember hearing are the words, "Tell me the truth."
This is the truth.
… the truth…
[low, manic laughter, breaking into raucous peals]
THE TRUTH!
[Sound of breaking electronics. It is determined that Dr. Clef's PDA was shattered at this point in time.]

Interview Log x████, Date: ██-█-████
<O5-█>: At what point did you become involved in the incident?
<Dr. Gears>: I was doing work with Professor Kain on SCP-244. We had determined that several sections could be retrofitted to be modular. We were working on a new crystal-powered cannon module when site command gave us the order to respond.
<O5-█>: Did you have any prior knowledge of what was going on?
<Dr. Gears>: Somewhat. We had heard an alarm go off, but no “black alert” breach warning, so we had continued work. More, I worked while Professor Kain was providing feedback. The P.A. system came on in the lab, and site command said Dr. Clef was attempting to terminate SCP-239 without approval, and had caused several containment breaches, in addition to harming other personnel, notably Dr. Kondraki. We were to attempt to contain Dr. Clef until site security could respond.
<O5-█>: Did you find that odd?
<Dr. Gears>: What?
<O5-█>: That you were being asked to stop a hostile action.
<Dr. Gears>: No. Dr. Clef's actions were…unexpected, but I have been called to do many things outside my area of expertise since joining the Foundation.
<O5-█>: What did you do after you received orders?
<Dr. Gears>: Professor Kain entered SCP-244 and stated that he was going to assist Dr. Kondraki. The new module was still attached, and the professor expressed anticipation in regards to using the cannon to disable Dr. Clef. I advised caution; however Professor Kain was already leaving, and may not have heard me.
<O5-█>: You didn't go with him?
<Dr. Gears>: I doubt I would have been able to render much help. Professor Kain is a brilliant man, in the body of a dog, in a large mechanical combat device derived from several SCP. I am a human being with no combat training, and severely limited emotional response. I responded in the way I felt would do the most good.
<O5-█>: And how was that?
<Dr. Gears>: I went to speak with SCP-239.

<Note: audio recoding system damaged, no audio available>
8:12 Dr. Gears leaves testing area shortly after Kain.
8:20 Dr. Gears gains access to the containment area of SCP-239.
8:21 SCP-239 embraces Dr. Gears, who squats down to be face-to-face with SCP-239. Dr. Gears and SCP-239 appear to converse for several minutes, SCP-239 nodding several times.
8:25 Dr. Gears stands and gestures to the door while speaking. SCP-239 collects her “spell book” and takes his hand. SCP-239 has a very stoic expression, but continues to speak as they leave the containment area.
8:27 Dr. Gears stops and collects a book from a office. It appears to be a Chinese dictionary. Dr. Gears gestures to it and to the “spell book” while speaking to SCP-239. SCP-239 smiles and speaks, then takes Dr. Gears' hand, leading him towards the area of the Dr. Clef incident.
FEED UNAVAILABLE

8:21 Kain Pathos Crow enters the incident area.
8:25 Crow discovers Dr. Kondraki.
8:26 The pair converse for several moments.
8:29 A large syringe emerges from the side of SCP-244 and injects an unknown substance into Dr. Kondraki's left arm.
8:32 One of SCP-244's arms reach inside its cockpit and remove a large pitcher of alcohol, handing it to Dr. Kondraki, despite him visibly refusing.
8:35 Crow speaks to Kondraki, then leaves area.

Personal log of Kain Pathos Crow
Hmmm… The walker is performing admirably, although this should be a good test of its combat abilities, as I've never had the chance to test it in an actually red alert situation. (the Section 24 Incident doesn't count because no one can remember what actually happened, and there wasn't enough left to properly identify)
Still, this is a no kill situation. I like Clef. Maybe I can talk to him. I just need to be wary. Don't want to be caught unawares. Not again. Not like last time.

8:40 Crow enters lockdown area, breaching Containment Door 12 with an unknown explosive projectile in the process.
8:41 SCP-122-D stands in Crow's way and begins barking and growling, baring its fangs.
8:42 Crow walks past SCP-122-D, ignoring it completely.
8:43 SCP-122-D reacts badly to this, attempting to attack Crow and SCP-244. SCP-244 reacts defensively, batting SCP-122-D out of the way.
8:44 SCP-122-D continues to attempt to assault Crow, and is continually warded away by SCP-244 with little effort.
8:47 SCP-244 reacts suddenly, blasting SCP-122-D with what appears to be the newly installed "Crystal Module" and is transformed into solid crystal.
8:48 Crow examines the remains of SCP-122-D, then continues on his way.

Personal log of Kain Pathos Crow
Huh…
Bastard had it coming. Nobody liked that mutt anyway. Make a nice lawn ornament though…

Taken from the Post-Incident Report
… did not realize until after the incident that SCP-547's file had been corrupted by SCP-732, turning an otherwise ordinary pyro-kinetic into an apparent five-elemental abomination. Despite popular conception, the presence of l337-speek is not a positive indicator for SCP-732, which i@#$ awesome in every way and really likes Highlande@$% which is wh@#$ wears a black trench coat and carries a katana, but the sudd@#$ presence of Mary-Sue esque elements unnecessary for conversion of the object, which i@#$onna get to date SCP-105 because she loves me so much@#$
Addition PIR-01: Damn it, someone get me an antivirus program in here@#$why can't you tell i'm not electronic@#$@ …

8:49 SCP-547 leaves confinement as emergency containment procedures fail, proceeds down Hallway G-7.
8:40 Dr. Clef, surrounded by a cloud of SCP-408, proceeds down hallway G-7.
8:41 SCP-547 encounters Dr. Clef.
8:42 SCP-547 engages Dr. Clef. Temperature in Hallway G-7 rises to 500 degrees Fahrenheit, igniting all paper and cloth in the area.
8:43 Smoke fills corridor. Dr. Clef disappears from sight due to density of smoke.
8:44 SCP-547 disappears from sight.
8:45 Shots fired.
8:57 Dr. Clef emerges from smoke cloud, with what appear to be second and third-degree burns over 50% of his body.
9:20 Smoke clears. SCP-547-D seen slumped against the wall, having taken between three and four bullet wounds to the head and upper torso. Subsequent autopsy will reveal that the unusual organ in his chest was shattered by the final round, killing him. (Death was confirmed at 11:27 pm, after the incident was concluded)

3:15 Dr. Bright, currently in the body of SCP-963-D143, an elderly African American female, arrives on site, bearing an ordinary satchel.
3:20 Dr. Bright is taken into custody. Dr. Bright is questioned as to his arrival at a Site whose SCPs he is incapable of interacting with, per his restrictions. The Doctor appears confused, and seems not to understand why he came here.
3:25 Upon examination, it was determined that the satchel contained several SCPs, including SCP-018 and SCP-776. Further questioning reveals the Dr. does not remember gathering these SCPs, nor traveling to Site-17. Dr. Bright is remanded into custody until further orders arrive.
9:15 Dr. Bright stands up in his cell, stating simply, "This is why I was brought here." For unknown reasons, guards on his cell not only allow him to leave, but provide him with the satchel as well.
9:25 Dr. Bright confronts Dr. Clef, with the satchel already open in front of him. There is a discussion between the two, with Dr. Bright holding his hand inside of the satchel.
9:32 Dr. Clef fires one shot into Dr. Bright's head, killing his host body instantly. Dr. Bright dies with a smile on his face, for reasons unknown.

Interview Log x████, Date: ██-█-████
<O5-█>: Dr. Bright, do you have any further idea as to why you ended up at Site-17?
Dr. Bright shakes his head in the negative.
<O5-█>: Are you aware of how you managed to bypass the security measures on the SCPs you collected?
Dr. Bright indicates a negatory.
<O5-█>:Can you please explain the conversation that occurred between yourself and Dr. Clef?
<Dr. Bright>: Oook. Ook eek, ok ook.
<O5-█>:This is ridiculous. I am well aware of the pranks you scientists choose to play upon each other, but this one was undertaken at a poor time. Interrogation of Dr. Bright will continue once he has been returned to a human body.

9:33 Dr. Clef reloads his handgun, "looking" down at the dead body of Dr. Bright. Camera notes an expression of confusion on his face.
9:34 Dr. Clef reaches into the satchel, takes hold of SCP-776.
9:35 Dr. Clef throws SCP-776 against the wall. SCP-776 comes up 3. Water begins to issue forth.
9:36 Dr. Clef rolls SCP-776 a second time. SCP-776 comes up 3 again. Water issues forth at a greater rate of flow.
9:37 Dr. Clef retrieves SCP-776, appears to mutter, "Work, damn it." Rolls a third time. SCP-776 comes up 2. Hallway G-8 quickly becomes frozen in place, cutting Sector 7 of Site-17 off from the rest of the site. Ice will continue to issue from SCP-776 for the next five minutes at a rate of approximately 1000 cubic centimeters every minute.
9:38 Dr. Clef leaves hallway G-8, moving towards the current location of Dr. Gears and SCP-239.
9:39 SCP-018 breaches temporary containment system.

9:31 Dr. Kondraki wakes up, having passed out once injected with unknown liquid by SCP-244.
9:33 Gets up, leg wound seemingly healed, and exits hallway B-7.
9:36 Dr. Kondraki enters living quarters. SCP-408 seen waiting outside.
9:39 Dr. Kondraki still in room, heat signature detected leaving area.
9:43 Dr. Kondraki spotted with SCP-239 and Dr. Gears, now carrying tripod of unknown make and model.
9:44 The two doctors converse, with Dr. Kondraki gesturing to SCP-239 several times.
9:48 Dr. Clef appears.
9:50 Dr. Kondraki engages Dr. Clef.

Investigation Log x77█, Date ██-█-████
The second of the two contraband items that Dr. Kondraki had on his person during the incident happened to be contained within an extra-long tripod. When unscrewed and detached from the main apparatus, the mono-pod of the device acted as a sheath for a straight blade saber of exceptional quality. The make and composition of the blade is still under investigation, but unlike SCP-515-ARC, this one doesn't require SCP classification. At first, a connection to SCP-108 had been presumed, due to the skill with which Dr. Kondraki wielded the blade, but further investigation has revealed that he has more than a simple passing interest in fencing. Details are recorded in Personnel Log cV████.

Partial log, recovered from file-d████.
<Dr. Kondraki>: It's over, Clef! I've got the drop on you this time!
<Dr. Clef>: [Gunshots] Why…do you persist in protecting that monster?!
<Dr. Kondraki>: Because, Dr. Clef, things are never quite so black and white.
<Sound of a metallic clattering sound. It is believed that this is the point where Dr. Clef ran out of ammunition and switched to his backup weapon SCP-1023-ARC >
<Dr. Clef>: [Blades clash] You're the one that's color blind, Konny!
<Dr. Kondraki>: Where the hell were you keeping that thing this whole time, anyway?
[DATA CORRUPT]

Addendum: To the anonymous employee who took the Site-17 surveillance camera footage of Drs. Clef and Kondraki having a swordfight, set it to the "Highlander" theme song, and posted it to the company intraweb with the title, "There Can Be Only One": We will find out who you are, and when we do, you'll be missed greatly.
P.S. Whose smart idea was it to allow SCP-076 to view the footage?
-O5-█

Interview Log x████, Date: ██-█-████
(forward to 00:42:18)
<O5-██>: Gears, god damn it, what did you say to her?
<Dr. Gears>: Sir, I do not understand your current agitation. The video record is in excellent condition, and the audio in question is 88% complete. You are already aware of what was said, and its effect. I don't…
<O5-██>: Don't. Don't you dare try to pull that with me. I know you Gears, and the logical bullshit you pull with everyone else will NOT work on me. I've seen your file, I've reviewed the event, so DON'T treat me like a goddamn moron. Now you answer me, and you answer me now, what did you SAY?!
<Dr. Gears>: (silence)
<O5-██>: Gears, what you did could potentially bring down the whole Foundation. What's more, you broke the goddamn SCP! What the hell were you thinking? She can do ANYTHING Gears. We want to keep her from experimenting, and you do this! You heartless freak, I swear if…
<Dr. Gears>: I understand your frustration, but I do not view it as warranted. I caused the breach of SCP for 239; however I did so in a way allowing for the re-instatement of SCP. I did not just tell her to do what I asked, thereby calling into question the current “Witch-child” control strategy. I used what resources I had available to extend the control strategy, and affect the end of hostilities initiated by Dr. Clef. SCP-239 remains unaware of the full extent of her abilities, only that they may be augmented by “Over Counsel Wizards” and their “emergency spell books”.
<O5-██>: …what the hell are you talking about?
<Dr. Gears>: Dr. Clef had been attacked by the Great Darkness, a mass of formless evil that reached into our world. It had taken over Dr. Clef, and left only a few witches and wizards with any magic left. I, as an Over Council Wizard, was dispatched, along with the swordsman Kondraki, to subdue Clef and drive the evil from him. Working together, SCP-239 and I would be able to use an Emergency Spell book, which can only be used by two wizards at the same time, and only when the Great Darkness is around.
<O5-██>: …And she believed you?
<Dr. Gears>: Sir, with all due respect, she's eight. Her only question was if she would be allowed to learn to sword-fight as well.
<O5-██>: This is insane… you could have gotten everyone killed! What “emergency spells” did you have her do?
<Dr. Gears>: We started small, with the most basic spell that everyone learns first.
<O5-██>: …which is?
<Dr. Gears>: Magic Missile.

Partial log, recovered from file-d████.
<Dr. Kondraki>: Damn it, Clef, stop this! I don't really want to kill you!
<Dr. Clef>: I… don't want to kill you either… don't want to kill anyone…
<Dr. Kondraki>: What the hell are you talking about? You just murdered two people! Look at yourself!
<Dr. Clef>: Had no choice… had to do it… she can change reality, Konny, she can make the world change just like that…
<Dr. Kondraki>: She's contained! What we're doing works!
<Dr. Clef>: No, it doesn't. It already failed… on me…
<Dr. Kondraki>: … Clef, what the hell are you talking about?
Sudden shout. A female voice can be heard shouting something like, "I cast Magic Missile!" There is a sudden sound of breaking metal, and a scream, then a loud roar.
[DATA CORRUPT]

9:51 Running swordfight to Site-17 Atrium.
9:52 Words exchanged. See Audio Log.
9:55 Dr. Clef observed locking blades with Dr. Kondraki. Dr. Kondraki appears confused.
9:56 Dr. Gears and SCP-239 arrive from eastern entrance. SCP-239 raises her hand, appears to emit a high-energy plasma bolt. SCP-1023 broken. Dr. Clef retreats.
9:57 Kain Pathos Crow breaks through ice barrier. SCP-239 and Dr. Gears hold up books. Dr. Gears points a stirring rod at Dr. Clef, SCP-239 does the same using her "witch's wand."
9:58 Dr. Clef appears to be in pain.
9:59 Dr. Clef suddenly arches his back and screams. Black light issues forth from his mouth and eyes. Dr. Gears appears shocked. SCP-239 appears unfazed. Kain Pathos Crow arrives from western entrance.
10:00 Dr. Clef collapses. Black light turns into a fifty-foot dragon, breaking through the roof of the atrium and causing severe collateral damage to the surrounding facility.

Partial log, recovered from file-d████.
<Unidentifiable male voice> HOLY F—KING SH-T!!!!!!!!!!!!

10:01 Dr. Kondraki appears to be stunned by the events in motion. Kain seen firing crystalline objects from SCP-244.
10:03 SCP-244 has no effect on the Dragon. Dr. Gears takes SCP-239 by the hand, begins to run down Hallway C-12.
10:05 Dr. Kondraki comes to his senses, and recovers the immobile Dr. Clef before running as well. SCP-408 covers his escape.
10:07 The dragon causes further damage to surrounding structures, releases a breath of [DATA EXPUNGED] into hallway.
10:10 Kain catches the dragon's attention, begins to engage the beast.
FEED LOST

Partial Audio log extract from SCP-244's on board recorder
A deafening roaring sound can be heard, followed by sounds of falling masonry
<Kain Pathos Crow>: WELL F—K ME!
Sounds of rapid gunfire
<Kain Pathos Crow>: Alright! Let's see how you like this one you damn bucket of guts!
Sounds of several explosions, which are promptly drowned out by a louder roar.
<Kain Pathos Crow>: … Bugger. That just seemed to piss it o-
Another roar cuts off Kain Pathos Crow, followed by several more explosions, gunfire, and barking

10:08: Dr. Gears and SCP-239 run into the site's strong room. Dr. Gears closes the outer door, but does not engage the blast door. SCP-239 is seen to be panting heavily, bent over with her hands on her knees.
10:09: Dr. Gears speaks to SCP-239, gesturing to the “spell book”. SCP-239 smiles and opens the book, flipping rapidly through the pages.
10:11: SCP-239 picks up the book, and runs over to Dr. Gears, pointing at a page and speaking rapidly. Dr. Gears nods, then gestures to a wall of emergency supplies while speaking.
10:12: SCP-239 appears to search the supplies, speaking and pointing at things. Dr. Gears moves behind SCP-239 and removes a syringe from his lab coat. Dr. Gears injects the syringe into SCP-239 near the neck. SCP-239 appears to shout, then slumps to the ground. Dr. Gears picks up SCP-239, places an emergency blanket over her, and exits the strong room.

Excerpt of post-Event 239-B psychological evaluation of Dr. Gears
Dr. ████████: Was it difficult to do?
Dr. Gears: What?
Dr. ████████: Inject a child with chemicals, knowing it would induce a coma.
Dr. Gears: The action itself was relatively simple. I have performed many injections in the past, and have developed an aptitude for it.
Dr. ████████: You know that's not what I meant.
Dr. Gears: If other options had presented themselves, I would have pursued them. None did. The incident had gotten out of control, and SCP-239 may have accidently caused additional danger if she continued to use her power. I took action to protect myself, SCP-239, and the Foundation.
Dr. ████████: You sound like you're trying to justify it to yourself.
Dr. Gears: It is not an action I would wish to repeat if given other options.
Dr. ████████: What did you say to her, when you picked her up? The video shows you said something in her ear.
Dr. Gears: I don't think that has any bearing on these proceedings.
Dr. ████████: I feel that it does.
Dr. Gears: …I told her goodnight, and sweet dreams.

Excerpt from Audio Log, Observation Room for SCP-239
██-██-████, ████:██:██, 3 Weeks Before Incident.
[BACK]
<Dr. █████> Hey, Cleffie, what's up?
<Dr. Clef> Nothing much, just dropping by to check up on Coldplay.
<Dr. █████> Coldplay?
<Dr. Clef> 547. He's petitioning to be allowed into Omega 7. Good kid, but too young. I came by to convince him to wait a few years, since he and I seem to get along pretty good. How is our little H███████ G██████?
<Dr. █████> Her name is Sigurrós.
<Dr. Clef> I know, just joking.
<Dr. █████> She's doing all right. We've managed to implant the witch suggestion pretty deeply into her psyche. The number of out-of-control incidents is down to 5% of what it used to be. And she likes her witch hat and wands, too. Spends a lot of time sorting them out, giving them names, experimenting on which ones work best with which "spells." All bull, but we encourage it. It keeps her busy but…
<Dr. Clef> … but?
<Dr. █████> Well, she's been experimenting with "unsanctioned spells." We told her very sternly not to do it, but she tries anyway, when she thinks we aren't looking. We haven't told her about the cameras yet, so we try not to, but we're worried she might have another incident.
<Dr. Clef> Hmmm. Maybe I can help.
<Dr. █████> How so?
<Dr. Clef> Well, if she's not going to listen to dear old Professor █████ and the other Wizard School teachers, maybe she'll listen to Grand Arbiter Clef, the very scary and very stern Wizard Magistrate from the Grand High Wizard Council, sent to discipline a very naughty Student Witch who's been breaking the rules.
<Dr. █████> Think that'll work?
<Dr. Clef> Well, you guys aren't going to do it. You like her too much. And hell, it's okay if she hates me, I'm never at Site-17. I'll be the bad cop, no problem.
<Dr. █████> I'm still not sure.
<Dr. Clef> Would you rather wait until a huge incident occurs and O5 orders a termination?
<Dr. █████> True. If you think you can, go for it.
<Dr. Clef> Trust me, when it comes to scaring women, I'm an expert.
<Dr. █████> [laughter] No argument there.
<Dr. Clef> Want me to do it now?
<Dr. █████> Nah. She's watching "Sleeping Beauty" with Iris right now. Let's wait until they're done first.
<Dr. Clef> "Sleeping Beauty?" Ever tell you I used to have a huge crush on Maleficent when I was a kid?
<Dr. █████> You're shitting me.
<Dr. Clef> Hell yeah, hot sorceress babe who can turn into a huge dragon? How sexy is that?
<Dr. █████> I'm starting to see why you scare women.
[MORE]

From the Diary of Subject SCP-239, discovered shortly after Incident 239-B
Date: [3 days before Incident]
Dear Diary,
I did a bad thing today. I was in the garden, and I saw a dead bird and there was a nest of little chicks above it, and they were all crying for their mommy and I used the Vita spell to bring the bird back to life.
I didn't mean to break the rules, but Grand High Wizard Clef told me that if I broke them again, he would banish me to the Netherworld for a hundred years. I'm afraid of Grand High Wizard Clef. He's so scary.
I hope he doesn't find out. I don't want to die :(

Found in the "Deleted Files" folder of Dr. A. Clef's email account, dated 48 hours before incident.
TO: ALL SCP PERSONNEL
FROM: Dr. A. Clef, Site-19
SUBJECT: STOP ME
To all personnel: secure SCP-239 immediately, and put Site-17 into high alert. You need to stop me, or someone is going to die.
About twenty-four hours ago, I was filled with the sudden compulsion to kill SCP-239. It started as a simple thought, but the obsession is growing stronger. I have reason to believe that my plan may have failed. Damn… I should have known she would misconstrue my talk about "severe punishments." Kids are smarter than that, but dumber too… damn it! Stupid of me! How could I be so blind?
wait, what am I doing? Why am I trying to get you to stop me? That little monster she's too dangerous to live. She broke the rules, now she has to die.
Can't do it offhand, need to do this by the book make a proposal first, that's the ticket. Telekill alloy weapon, that should be able to
[EMAIL ENDS]

10:10 Camera cycles over to Hallway H8
10:12 Entire hallway taken over by aggressive plant life. SCP-091-ARC spotted.
10:14 SCP-336 seen emerging from nearby room, dusting herself off.
10:17 SCP-336 approaches SCP-091-ARC. The two converse for several minutes.
10:23 SCP-091-ARC returns to its containment area, SCP-336 reseals the door.
10:24 Hallway H8's plant growth begins to quickly subside and retreat back into SCP-091-ARC's containment.
10:26 SCP-336 trades more words with SCP-091-ARC through the door.
10:28 SCP-336 exits Hallway H8, towards her own containment.

Audio Log c█████-█ Date █-██-████
<SCP-336>: I see that the troubled doctor involved you in this. Poor dear.
<SCP-091-ARC>: [Appears annoyed, angered at SCP-336's presence. ]
<SCP-336>: You can't still blame me for that. You know what happened. You know what he meant to me.
<SCP-091-ARC>: <Unintelligible>
<SCP-336>: What a shame, keeping you locked up here…
<SCP-091-ARC>: <Unintelligible>
<SCP-336>: It's not over yet. These men exist in such a small scope, and we are ever so patient, aren't we my dear?
<SCP-091-ARC>: [Seems to smile]<Unintelligible>
<SCP-336>: I'm sure he misses you too.

Partial Audio log extract from SCP-244's on board recorder
<Kain Pathos Crow>: Damn damn damn DAMN! Nothing's WORKING! Everything I throw at this… thing, it just shrugs off.
unidentified background noise
<Kain Pathos Crow>: [ Kain growls ] I realise the damn thing is the product of some child's imagination, but doesn't the hero always win in these things? I mean, there's always a knight in shining armour with… a sword!? A sword!

10:20 After engaging the creature multiple times, with no success, Kain Pathos Crow activates a previously unknown attachment of SCP-244, a sword of light emitting from the left upper arm, then engages the dragon once more.
10:24 Despite its initial resistance to the item, Crow is successful in harming the creature, severing a large portion of its tail.
10:30 Crow manages to directly impale the creature mid torso, then decapitate it. Life signs cease.

Partial Audio log extract from SCP-244's on board recorder
<Kain Pathos Crow>: I wonder if anyone will mind if I eat that…

Post-Incident Report 239-B: Long-Term Ramifications (Selected Excerpts)
Item 17: The collateral damage from the incident has caused 45% of Site-17's facilities to become unusable without heavy repair.
Proposal: All humanoid SCPs housed at Site-17 of Safe classification are to be moved to other Foundation facilities for temporary housing. All Keter-Class SCPs housed at Site-17 are to be moved to more stable containment facilities on site. Euclid-Class SCPs may be relocated or terminated, on a case-by-case basis.
Priority: Gamma
Item 22: 80% of Site-17's security staff were incapacitated during the incident. 30% of those incapacitated will require lengthy hospital stays.
Proposal: Security staff from other Foundation facilities will be temporarily transferred to Site-17 on a temporary basis. Site-17 to be temporarily downsized until more security staff can be recruited.
Priority: Eta
Item 97: SCP-239 has demonstrated uncontrollable Keter-level capabilities, indirectly causing the deaths of several SCPs, Foundation personnel, and the destruction of a large portion of Site-17.
Proposal: SCP-239 to remain in a medically induced coma for the time being. Dr. Erica Valdason will supervise the patient.
Priority: Beta
Item 102: Several Foundation personnel went over and beyond the call of duty during this incident, at great personal risks to their own health and well-being.
Proposal: For their ingenuity, bravery, and personal sacrifice, the Foundation will award citations of honor to Drs. Bright, Gears, and Kondraki, and to Administrator Kain Pathos Crow.
Priority: Epsilon
Item 138: Dr. A. Clef's actions during this incident directly caused the deaths of several SCPs, Foundation personnel, and the destruction of a large portion of Site-17. In addition, Dr. Clef has demonstrated several non-standard interactions with female SCPs (namely, SCPs 091-ARC, 166, and 336).
Proposal: In light of these facts, and Dr. Clef's own words during the incident, Dr. Alto Clef is to be classified as a Euclid-class humanoid SCP and secured at Site-17. SCP Number and Containment Procedures will be assigned at a later date.
Priority: Alpha

Supplemental Reports
Supplemental Report 239-B-77, Possible links between incident and ORIA
Supplemental Report 239-B-192, Post-incident interview, Dr. A. Clef

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Able paced towards the towering monstrosity casually, nonchalant in his motions, swaggering and grinning as he did so. A massive two-handed claymore was held in place over one of his shoulders, the whirring gears and saws that covered its surfaced trundling away noisily, while the many small blades that made up its jagged edge slowly slid across the rim contentedly, purring like a cat. The beast in front of him was a monolith in the sparse landscape, a monument of destruction, the waves of hatred and anger radiating off of its frame palpable, rivaling even Able's lust for bloodshed.
It simply stood there, a mass of heavily plated carapace and flesh, small black eyes in its mammoth skull like holes into the void, resting malevolently above thick serrated fangs, slick with drool. Even as he approached it, it was steadily changing, its tissue warping, the plates and armour growing thicker, mounds of muscle and sinew and bone sliding over each other incessantly, all in a bid to reform into something that would better stand this coming assailant.
Truly, this was a Godhead of annihilation, a being that embodied the primal destruction of existence. He could hardly contain his glee. After all this time, after the wait of centuries, he would actually meet a being that could surpass his capacity for violence. Maybe.
He walked until he was mere feet from its colossal form, and, after a moment to savour this wondrous anticipation that he was feeling, he spoke up.
“I have heard tales of creatures like you. Glorious beasts of scale and flesh, talon and fang, a prowess in battle even greater than the immense intellect hiding behind those bestial eyes. They said your kind once ruled the Earth from enormous stockpiles of treasure, killing and eating all who displeased you. But you were knocked from your throne, one by one, by the great warriors who walk this world no longer, until there were no more, and you became but mere myth,” he whispered breathlessly.
“Even I had thought you to be nothing but fairy tales, but yet, here you stand before me, a living dragon…”
There was a rumble from the beast, and its mouth began to move, cracking open slowly, as a statue come suddenly to life.
“Pathetic…” It grumbled, its voice thick and heavy, like a mountain collapsing into itself a thousand times over.
“A dragon? You simple little pile of rot. You understand nothing, as I would expect of a well-trained lapdog”
At this, Able's expression darkened, and the sound of the sword on his shoulder began to pick up as the blades twirled ever so faster.
“….What?” he said slowly, in a low voice that spoke of rage barely contained.
“That is what you are, is it not? A trained and broke mutt, bound with a collar and all,” it murmured, gesturing slightly towards the thick metal choker around his shoulders and neck.
“I chose this,” he replied stiffly, his face contorted into scowl.
“Whether you chose it or not, you are still a dog of those things. The only difference being that you eat from their hands, rather than a bowl,” it sneered, the expression almost visible on its inhuman face.
Able's face twitched, and he tightened his grip on the handle of his weapon, the revolving blades now turning at a considerable speed, protesting with a dull screech.
“At least I can choose my fate,” he roared angrily, launching his sword with a downwards swing at the beast's head like the almighty wrath of some obscene god.
But….
The creature responded in a way Able had never before seen in all his millennia of fighting.
It head butted the weapon. The top of its skull and shell shattered into bulky fragments, its eyes bulging as the inside of its cranium was pulverised. One of its eyes burst with a wet pop, and torrents of thick, viscous fluid gushed from its mouth, chunks of meat and tissue pouring forth like a fountain of blood and gore.
But in head butting the blade, Able was thrown off balance by the force of it, recoiling from the attack automatically, leaving his stomach wide open. In that split second of defencelessness, his sight was filled with the gargantuan fist of the monster, a boulder sized bulk of bony plate, ploughing into his entire torso, smashing into him with the force of a hurricane and knocking his sword from his hands. He was flung over ten metres away like a rag doll, demolishing innumerable obstacles in his way. His body skidded heavily against the ground, shredding the cloth and skin from his back, until he finally came to an abrupt stop, half embedded in a large boulder.
He hung there limply, streams of blood pouring from his eyes, nose, mouth and ears, his face slack in a stunned expression of amazement.
And then he laughed. He laughed long and hard, smiling and baring his pointed teeth in a bloody smirk that made it appear that he had just finished a gruesome meal.
He spoke up in a language long dead, but the meaning of the words he said were unmistakable. He was issuing a challenge.
But to his surprise, the lizard looked like it was having some kind of seizure. It was repeatedly sucking air in heavily through its nostrils, puffing itself up even bigger than it was normally, and consuming the viscera soaked dirt quickly, its huge claws scrabbling away at the ground, and stuffing clumps of it into its toothy maw.
And then something amazing happened. The wound, which had warped the creature's skull into a shape reminiscent of an overripe tomato, began to undo itself, the beast's head shifting back into its regular shape, the broken plates buckling and falling off to be consumed once more, and revealing a shiny wet carapace formed under the old, even thicker than the last.
“Fate? What would you understand of Fate? Fate is life, and you… You and all of this is death,” the creature bellowed, beginning to charge towards him.
At this, Able chuckled.
“Well, I can't argue with that,” he replied gleefully, pulling an enormous mace out of the shadows of his ragged cloak, its handle well over six feet in length, its head nothing more than a mass of whirling spikes, screaming obscenely as they spun in an intricate pattern of death.
The beast lumbered towards him quickly, its mighty footsteps causing the earth to shake, clods of dirt torn up in its wake, bearing down on him with the force and inevitability of an avalanche.
Able pulled back, standing sideways, moving his arms back behind him and grinding his feet into the ground. He turned towards the impending disaster, swinging his weapon idly with a seasoned flair.
And then, the beast was upon him, and he swung, time seeming to stop as his weapon once more collided with the creature's head. There was a deafening crunch as its head was crushed again, splattered into pieces, its spine impacting, the monster becoming visibly shorter as the unstoppable force propelling it met with the immovable force colliding with it.
The sheer amount of chaos generated by those two immense forces meeting launched the reptile several dozen meters away, spinning like an errant missile, lumps of it flying off as it sailed through the air. It hit the earth with a boom, bits and pieces of its frame dotting the landscape around the impact crater like raindrops during spring showers.
Able cracked his neck, ignoring the blood streaming down the thick gash in his leg, or the three along his chest, gained when his opponent slashed at him as he swung. Instead, he discarded the now bent and still mace behind him with an uncaring toss, popped his shoulders back into place with a jerky, awkward shrug, and started to reset his shattered elbow.
The creature pushed itself up, eating everything around it, growing heavier, thicker and more rocklike in appearance. It shook off the excess blood from its form like a dog, droplets of the thick dark liquid spattering the earth around it, and began to clump out of the crater.
It lumbered over the lip of the fissure it had created, only to be greeted with a large chakram shredding into its flesh, the ring digging in as the exterior saw blades spun and forced it ever deeper into the wound. Several more followed suit, flying from Able's hands as he drew them out of the shadows, running towards his opponent.
He threw himself into the air, unleashing a monstrous axe from the folds of his cloak, and hammering down onto his opponent like a bomb.
It shrugged off the attack as a horse does a gnat, trying to swat Able with its huge clawed hands. He dodged and weaved around its sailing fists, planting drill like daggers into its thick hide, leaving them to rip and tear into its flesh. Whenever an attack would come close to landing on him, he would pull himself aside using an embedded knife close at hand.
Still, the creature showed no sign of slowing its attacks, or even that it felt any pain at all. It was single-minded in its assault, with only one objective in its sight.
KILL.
Suddenly, a stray claw caught Able across the shoulder, causing him to stumble. He was rewarded for this action with another crushing fist to the gut, pinning him solidly to the ground. The beast lifted its other claw to deal the finishing blow, an executioner's axe raised for its unsightly purpose, then descending in a flash of light and shadow.
It raised its hand again to crush whatever remained of Able, but was mildly surprised to find that its arm suddenly ended at the elbow, a river of molten blood flowing freely from the wound.
The other arm quickly followed suit, snipped off at the joint by a gigantic mechanical pair of scissors held by Able, the inner blades spinning feverishly, fresh gore spraying from their moving teeth.
The monster attempted to consume the fallen limbs and replace what it had lost, only to meet the bladed boot of Able, kicking it directly in the bottom of the jaw and knocking it onto its back.
Able fell onto the prone creature like a jackal onto its prey, laying into the creature with an animalistic ferocity, screaming incoherently in his berserker blood rage. He kept pounding on the beast with his weapons, pulling out a fresh one each time another got too deeply lodged to pull out, or broken from the sheer strain.
Eventually, he pulled back, his breathing heavy, drenched completely in vile smelling crimson liquid, a bloody, hellish apparition. He watched it still struggle to breath, its body still trying to reform itself.
And that was when he saw it. A pulse emitted from the creature, a shockwave that forced aside the very fabric of reality, the world warping around the beast as a shock of electricity quickly ran across its mutilated body.
But whatever it was, he did not care. It expected no quarter, and he would give it none.
It looked at him weakly, blatant disgust and hatred still as strong, still as clear as it had always been. He pulled a last long sword out of his shredded cloak, and intended to deliver the final blow.
The beast bared its fangs, and shot up as his sword descended. His blade buried itself in the roof of the creatures mouth, travelling straight through its brain and out the top of its head, the blades still spinning as they ripped through the pulsing grey matter.
Still the monster lived, its toothy maw wrapped around Able's arm. It eyed him smugly, and gently, almost reverently, bit directly through his arm, ivory teeth effortlessly slicing through muscle and bone to meet together with a light click.
Able staggered back in surprise, and the creature reared back, head butting him in the skull with a piercing crack, knocking him onto his ass. It gave him a final cold look, and opened its mouth to consume him.
Before its jaws closed around him, Able grabbed the sword still embedded in its head, grasping the hilt from inside its mouth. As the beasts mouth closed around him, he forced it down with all of his strength, slicing the beast clean in two.
But its motions, once set in action, could not be stopped. Its teeth cleaved his upper torso in two, freeing his remaining arm and head to flop lifelessly on the ground.
With his final moments of consciousness, Able thought he could hear a strange whistling sound, like something falling from a great height.
Then… only darkness.
Time passed as a dreamless sleep, and Able awoke to find himself whole and anew, back in his tomb. He moved jerkily, forcing open the coffin that held him, pushing aside the chains hurriedly in a bid to get out of that bitter cold.
It took him several minutes to unlock the stone door that blocked his escape, all the time pawing at the frosty ground with his boots, his breath crystallizing in front of him.
When he finally did emerge, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had never liked the cold, being more a man for heat and warmth.
Still, he reasoned to himself, that was most likely the best fight he had had in ages. There should be a feast to celebrate, with all of his team. Now where had they put that strange "pizza" box?


Personal Log of "Iceberg"
[NOTE: Dates and some sensitive information removed by Central Records. Original documentation available upon approval.]

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Morning
I finally got a promotion. At least, I think it's a promotion. Only a lab assistant, but I'll have access to more SCPs than before (though, I've heard the rumors about some of the Keter class SCPs). And I've heard Dr. Gears is rather respected in this field. Well, I guess I'll just have to see how today turns out. I've heard dying on the first day on these sort of things rarely happens.
Evening
I spent most of the day compiling information. Everything we have has to be put into a digital format and sent down to Central Records. Dr. Gears himself was ok, though seemed to always keep things very professional. I wonder if he's always like that. Today was mostly compiling notes and reports by Dr. Gears. I found a lot of what was documented interesting, but the actual work of putting it on the computer was incredibly dull. And it turns out it's most of my work for the next few days. Oh joy. And I don't think I got a pay raise. I'm starting to wonder just what the Foundation means when they say "promotion."

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Morning
Morning was rather uneventful. Breakfast was about the same as always. More work with compiling papers today. Dr. Gears seems to be taking my nickname rather well. Most high-ups just call me Dr. ████.
Evening
Like I thought, more paper work. Seems I'll be heading to a containment site, recording data on SCP-882. One of what we'll be looking at is how long it takes people around it to start hearing things. Grinding and clicking. So basically we'll see how long until it makes people go crazy. Well, that's pleasant. But guess it's what needs to be done.
SCP-076 caused another incident. Great. Working with us or not, it's never been too nice having an immortal super powered psychopath on base. At supper Carl, or SCP-530, tried to get some of my food. Had to push him away. Don't want to get reprimanded, not to mention I've heard how bad it smells.

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Morning
Had to get up early today. We had to leave early for the flight to the containment area. I've been busy all week, so I just now got time to write. I should probably get some more sleep soon. It wouldn't be good to be tired when we get there.
Scratch that. It definitely wouldn't be good. We just got word SCP-882 breached containment. Despite this, we're still going on.
Evening
Why oh why did I accept this new job? Not only do we keep going towards a containment breach, when we get there it's freezing, snow everywhere. Admittedly, I've never had much problem with cold weather. But because of this storm, we're stuck here for two whole weeks. It's nearly enough to make you wish you were back working on some of those small time SCPs. On the bright side, the situation is contained. For the moment. I suppose I'm just gonna have to learn to deal with this if I'm going to stay with the Foundation. I'm not sure I have a choice.
Once we got there, Dr. Gears had me immediately begin setting up camp. Or as he put it, "the central observation post." It turns out our new job is to watch the inside of the sealed off area, study group dynamic when under extreme stress. It's not really my area of expertise, but I guess that's why Dr. Gears is in charge here. Setting up the monitoring devices, I finally got a good look at it. SCP-882, that is. For now it's still partially covered in rust, but it's begun to move. With all those gears on it, I guess they sent the right doctor for the job.

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Morning
Oh dear God. This morning, D-882/1 (what wonderful names we give) walked straight into it. SCP-882 that is. Just sort of sleepwalking, going down the hall. We have no way to talk to them, so there wasn't anything I could do besides watch and record. And hear him scream. When the beast has its fill of metal, it doth in its endless gluttony hunger after blood, flesh and bone. Maybe I should have tried going into writing. The others in there have been pretty vocal about wanting out. Without anyone coming in for a while, and how fast D-882/1 went, it doesn't seem too likely. I can handle it, I know I can. Doesn't make it any prettier.
Evening
I've been spending some of my spare time working on project ideas. I've got a nearly complete list of tests for SCP-914. I'm also going to give Dr. Gears an idea I have about feeding SCP-682 some of SCP-236. Maybe followed by a loud bang to startle them after a while, like a grenade. A couple others I threw around in my head. It's been helpful really, just focusing on science.
We're down to emergency rations. Doesn't taste too good, but apparently pound for pound it has more nutrients than you'll get from about anything else. Besides what's inside the containment area, it's been kind of boring really.

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Morning
We finally got a new supply drop. It slammed right into Agent ████'s jeep. Bad for him, but his outburst was kind of funny. We could use some more stuff to laugh at. One guy's got frostbite already, another subject went off the deep end and "self-terminated". The rest are running low on food. Not a cheery week. I've still got a bit more equipment to set up, so that should prove a healthy distraction for, oh, another hour.
Evening
After dealing with equipment and supplies, it was back to more watching. It's clear they are all being affected, and by quite a bit. You can tell from the way they walk around. Not only that but they're all adding to SCP-882, throwing in metal to make it lower the mental noise. While the camp is far away from where it is being contained, I'm still glad to get the SCP-148 lined work area. Thank God we found that stuff, it's quite useful from what I've read. Anyway, Dr. Gears and myself are the only ones who really work in this area, so Dr. Gears has asked me to keep an eye on the rest of the team in case the range of 882 grows larger than the local researchers say it will. They seem fine for now, though when the supplies came in I noticed ███████ took some pills that are for headaches. But hey, I'm sure it's fine. Jobs like this will give you headaches sometimes.

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Morning
Damn it. 882 has a longer range then we thought, it got everyone. Everyone but me and Gears, thanks to the shielded testing area. We had to barricade ourselves in. Not much time to write, just want a possible last entry. And- dang it, they took out the heating system. As if I wasn't cold enough already. Honestly, ever since the incident, it's just been a pa
Evening
Gah, so little time to write. They don't give up, and the damn weather is stopping us from getting a Team down here. Man, these guys are really starting to piss me off. I need a gun. Maybe I'll get a personal one when we get back. Something nice.

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Yes, I know. It's been a while since I could write an entry. Apparently a few broken bones will keep you in medical for a while. I don't see how having the psych doctor keep coming in and talk with me helps though. After the evaluation is done. I mean, Glass is an ok guy, I guess, but really? How many psych tests do you really need?
Anyways, once they let me out, first thing first. Most of the equipment made it out, so lucky me, guess who has to process all the data? Did not know the camera was rolling when I beat the guy's face in. Huh. Or even earlier, when I cocktailed him to get him on the ground. Molotov cocktails, what can't they do?
Also met some guy. Kondraki, something like that. Photographer, mainly. But he also got some research work. Kind of nuts, plenty of nasty rumors too. Jackass gave me his paperwork for the weekend.
Speaking of paperwork, already have lots of it. These people really need to learn to go digital. Luckily, I've nearly got Gear's signature down, which will save time. Since I won't have to go ask for it every time. I should probably learn to copy a few others too, speed things up a bit.
Let's see. Dangit, who oversees paychecks?


Personal Log of Dr.Gears
[NOTE: Dates and some sensitive information removed by Central Records. Original documentation available upon approval.]

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Woke up early, due to the sound of explosion. A new Agent entered the containment area of SCP-236, and accidentally stepped on a unit. The resulting explosion almost set off a chain reaction, but was contained successfully. Unknown if Agent survived, but doubtful. Was approached by Dr. █████ in the hall shortly after leaving my dormitory, in regards to a new subject being introduced to SCP-212. I am to supervise and document the proceedings, which will take place tomorrow. The last subject exposed did not survive, and expired in such a way as to require lockdown of the test area. It is hoped the current exposure will not repeat this outcome.
Spent most of the morning preparing documents for transfer to Central Records. We are currently updating our database to an all-digital format. Concerns have been raised due to the sheer volume of data. Anyone could accidentally gain access to sensitive documents, copy them, and cause a security breach. This possibility is remote, but with my own work taking several weeks to compile thus far, I feel it could be valid.
Lunch was eventful. Several members of Zeta-9 had returned from a mission, and proceeded to state their superiority to several other teams present in R-4 lunchroom, most notably Phi-1, who they stated “keep their pansy little asses hidden in the base, while we do all the damn Deep work!”. A sizable altercation broke out, which was separated by Agent Dorlin. After his exposure SCP-212, he has shown remarkable aptitude with his improvements, notably the “scythe-arms”. The rest of the lunch period was uneventful, with the exception of SCP-529 stealing a piece of ham from my plate. Reported it to Site Security, who told me “don't worry about it, she does that sometimes.”
Afternoon devoted to SCP review. Meeting scheduled for tomorrow with SCP-172. Have received information that a new assistant will be assigned to me within the week, the old one having been removed from active service due to exposure to SCP-008. The assistance will be helpful, as the massive amount of compiling and updating is starting to affect my other duties.

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Morning uneventful, despite brief lockdown due to a false alarm. Met with new lab assistant after entering office. "Iceberg" is a newly-appointed assistant, and seems somewhat eager to prove himself. Assigned several stacks of reports to be compiled and sent to Central Records to him. I dislike handing off work, but I can not do both jobs at once. Received word that the subject set to be exposed to SCP-212 has failed a drug screening, and will have to be postponed.
Met with SCP-172. “He” seemed very pleased today, and presented me with a blueprint for a non-lethal handgun. Explained that it uses a sequence of chimes and air pulses, controlled by a central mainspring and “timing drum” to emit a series of tones and vibrations, causing instant loss of balance, partial blindness, and vomiting. Requested SCP-172 to create a prototype, to which he replied “Yes comrade, consider it already done.” SCP-172 appears to be working on a new module as well. Inquired as to its function, to which SCP-172 responded: “Your Agents seem lazy, comrade. I will show them the proper way to drill and exercise.” Will inquire with Site Supervision, about whether or not this should be allowed. Remainder of meeting uneventful, SCP-172 commenting several times that he “felt tired”. Appeared to be “winding down” and returned to storage compartment after meeting conclusion.
Ate lunch in office. Iceberg appears to have made a great deal of headway in the reports. I think I'll take him to assist with testing SCP-882. We lack documentation as to the exact time required for SCP-882 to regain animation, and the time needed to manifest the “grinding” in subjects. It appears Iceberg has yet to encounter high-security SCP. This will be a valuable learning experience for him. We will be flying to the containment site at the end of the week.
Minor security breech in the evening. SCP-076 exited containment area with extreme force, causing several injuries. Members of security were talking outside of SCP-076s containment area. SCP-076 misheard a comment, and took offense. Situation resolved, and a new blast door has been ordered. Staff has been reminded not to remain in SCP containment areas when not actively working.

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Long flight to the containment area. On our approach, was informed that a security breech had occurred. Agents moving SCP-882 to the testing area had an accident, causing SCP-882 to leave its secured transportation tank and strike a large metal blast door. SCP-882 immediately bonded with the door, and the entire area has been locked down. Eight Agents and several members of staff were sealed in with SCP-882.
Landed in the evening, with snow starting to fall. Informed that a storm is coming, and we will be unable to leave for two weeks. Containment area was mostly unsealed, with the exception of several areas near the site of the accident. Lockdown is being maintained for the area until the full extent of the SCP-882 “infection” is contained. All areas connecting to the accident site have been disconnected from the main containment facility via explosives. It appears that several rooms and halls were “infected” before physical separation could be achieved. SCP-882 “spread” via wiring and other metallic devices. Two Agents, Dr. █████, and three D-Class personnel are still sealed in the affected areas.
Command has informed me that testing will continue as planned, with a new focus on the group dynamic when under extreme stress. Security cameras appear to be unaffected by the infection, and observation has begun. Assigned my assistant to the set-up of a central observation post with several CCTV and other monitoring devices. He has been very quiet. Several of those sealed in with SCP-882 appear very upset. SCP-882 is now only 26% covered in rust, and has started to make small, jerky movements.

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The first 24 hours of exposure to SCP-882 have yielded a great deal of data. Auditory effects begin after 18 hours of exposure, varying by one to two hours depending on proximity to SCP-882. The closer a subject is, the quicker the effect. SCP-882 has started converting the door to which it is attached into more gears and cogs, current projections putting full conversion at 56 hours. Other metallic objects connected to the door have not yet begun to covert. SCP-882 is operating normally, no rust visible anywhere on any observable surface, and all components moving in ways consistent to their construction. As has been documented, no form of power is visible, and nothing can be detected to account for SCP-882s continued operation.
One D-Class has died. All personnel isolated with SCP-882 have started to report hearing “noises”; however D-882/1 appears to have been more drastically affected. D-882/1 was observed to have spent long periods of time staring at SCP-882, attempting several times to touch it before being stopped by Agent P█████ and Agent D██. The staffs have created a dormitory in the isolated area, comprised of the break room and two adjoining offices. Two-way communication with the isolated staff is not possible, the PA system being damaged during the isolation procedure, but those isolated have been very vocal. Many requests have been made, most pertaining to time of rescue. D-882/1 was notably more quiet then the rest of staff, and seemed to have become extremely withdrawn.
D-882/1 left the sleeping area at 4:46 a.m., walking out of the “living quarters” and into the area containing SCP-882. D-882/1 stared at SCP-882, and then put his hand into the main mass of SCP-882. Iceberg, who was observing at the time, said D-882/1 appeared to be “sleepwalking”. D-882/1 was immediately drawn into the main mass, screaming and attempting to remove himself from SCP-882. D-882/1 was completely drawn into the main mass in fourteen seconds. The other isolated staff quickly awoke and ran to SCP-882, after hearing D-882/1 screaming. Both the remaining D-Class and Dr.█████ became notably upset, D-882/2 vomiting and fainting after seeing SCP-882. Both Agents advanced on the observation cameras, asking repeatedly to be removed and showing a high degree of anger. D-882/2 and D-882/3 have also shown a strong dislike for Dr.█████.
Today has been uneventful. The storm has come in, and we are unable to leave our current research area. My assistant was visibly upset by the actions of D-882/1, and requested an early observation rotation. The wind is very strong, and some observational equipment has been compromised, but no vital systems as of yet. The containment site command has informed me that we may lose the audio feed to the isolated section in the next few days, due to damage done during separation.
The current site is still in an emergency situation, and the remaining facilities are somewhat cramped. My assistant and I have our research area, and one room for sleeping/eating. Rations are limited to Foundation Emergency Nutrition Rations until we can receive a supply drop, which may be some time. Iceberg has been withdrawn since the incident with SCP-882 and D-882/1. His performance has not been impaired, but he appears distracted at times.

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Received an emergency supply drop today, in the middle of a break in the storm. Weather reports show that this storm will continue for several more days, and no drop will be possible after this short lull. The drop missed its mark by only a few yards, and all the supplies were still intact, but Agent ████ was visibly upset when he was told that the container had impacted with his jeep.
Unloading went quickly, and Iceberg assisted in installing much needed lab equipment. The storm began to pick up shortly before we finished unloading, and it appears a member of site staff has contracted frostbite in his hands and face. Amputation of the fingers may be needed. The additional medical and food supplies are a welcome boost, and many staff have shown a great deal of pleasure about moving off emergency rations.
Subjects in the containment area have started to show signs of auditory hallucination. This appears to manifest after 32 hours of exposure to SCP-882. Agent P█████ has committed suicide. He used his service pistol to shoot himself through the temple last night. The remaining subjects were visibly upset by this, D-882-2 appearing to go into mild shock. Food supplies appear to be running low as well, however due to emergency protocols we are unable to re-supply the subjects at this time. Agent D██ is extremely upset, and has spent several hours speaking to the cameras, mostly insults, threats, and sobbing. Agent D██ has also tried several times to destroy the cameras, but has been unsuccessful.
Dr.█████ appears to be the most affected by SCP-882 and its auditory effect. He has already placed several metal objects on SCP-882 affected areas, lessening what he calls “that horrible screeching and grinding”. These actions have angered the other subjects, who have instructed him “not to make things worse”. This appears to run counter to action, as every subject in the containment area has, at some point over the last 24 hours, added metal to SCP-882. At the current rate, all metal in the containment area will be consumed and converted by SCP-882 within 48 hours.
The storm has grown, and is now strong enough to cause some outside walls to creak and vibrate. I have expressed concern over the broadcast range of SCP-882, but local staff state that the effect is proportional to its size, and that we are still well out of range. My assistant and I currently work in an area lined with SCP-148, but the rest of staff may run the risk of exposure. I've asked Iceberg to monitor staff, and note any aberrant behavior.

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Unable to make complete log entry. Broadcast range of SCP-882 drastically underrated. Several security breaches, with multiple members of site staff exposed to SCP-882. Dr.█████ appears to have gone insane. Several members of site staff and security killed by Dr.█████ and other members of staff exposed to SCP-882. Iceberg and I have barricaded ourselves in our shielded testing area. Foundation contacted, and Emergency Response Teams have been dispatched, but there is no set arrival time due to weather conditions.
Several sections of the site have been damaged, and the heating system appears to be failing. SCP-882 has been allowed to breach emergency containment. Several subjects exposed to SCP-882 are attempting to gain access to our testing area. Temperature is steadily dropping.

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Extraction from site was made at ████ hours, approximately six days after distress beacon was issued to The Foundation in regards to the second security breach by SCP-882. Delay in response due to severe weather conditions. Currently in-route to Site ██ for debriefing.
Response team found the entire site compromised, and a majority of the staff dead due to exposure to freezing temperatures, exposure to SCP-882, or murder. Remaining staff recovered and placed in quarantine with minimal injury. SCP-882 cut back to standard containment parameters, with the resulting metal disposed of quickly. Reconstruction of containment area will commence after judicial review and inquest into both containment failure incidents.
Iceberg provided a great deal of the physical force needed to repel SCP-882 affected staff during the security break down. He has shown an aptitude for improvised hand-to-hand combat weapons, as well as hand-held explosives and incendiary devices, primarily “flash-bang” grenades and Molotov cocktails. The event appears to have altered his personality, observable in the excessive use of force against affected staff, far exceeding the amount needed in some cases. He has suffered several broken bones, frostbite in hands and feet, and may have had very mild SCP-882 exposure. He is being remanded to Medical for evaluation, then to Dr. Glass for psychological evaluation.
I have suffered minimal physical damage, limited to moderate to severe frostbite in the hands and face. I am also being remanded for medical and psychological evaluation. After being cleared by medical staff, Iceberg will begin processing the data gathered from SCP-882, while I gather information on the status of current research projects.
In light of the events of the containment breach, I plan to file a request for SCP-172 regarding a personal protection device.