SCP Sandbox Wiki I

All personnel assigned to SCP-XXXX are advised to remain at least 10 meters away from SCP-XXXX-01. Any attempts to approach the primary hive structures has resulted in violent defensive measures by the entire collective, and often results in the intruder's death or maiming. This no-entry zone extends as a sphere around the primary hive structure. For this reason, any chamber that is to be designated as containment or storage of SCP-XXXX-01 is to have at least 10 meters clearance from the center of the primary hive structure.

The following is a list of robots currently cataloged by all staff assigned to SCP-XXXX:

• SCP-XXXX-02 consists of robots resembling the Western honey bee, capable of accelerating to a speed of 50 kilometers/hour. These robots are capable of lifting up to 2 kilograms, and are presumed to be SCP-XXXX's primary scouts;

• SCP-XXXX-03 are cuboidal robots that move on eight wheels, hidden underneath the body. These robots measure 10.5 x 10.5 x 8.25 centimeters, and move at a speed of 0.25 meters/second. It has been noted that other mobile instances of SCP-XXXX cluster around instances of SCP-XXXX-03, signifying the fact that SCP-XXXX-03 may act as extensions of control for the primary hive structure;

• SCP-XXXX-04 are ant-like robots that primarily reside within SCP-XXXX-01, SCP-XXXX-03 or SCP-XXXX-08, only emerging to repair external damage to the parent body. SCP-XXXX-04 measures 1.00 x 2.00 x 0.50 millimeters, and examination reveals SCP-XXXX-04 to be equipped with manipulator hands and a laser, presumably to weld pieces together;

• SCP-XXXX-05 are spider-like robots that move on eight legs, and that have a translucent plastic abdomen with a blue liquid contained inside. Observation of interaction of SCP-XXXX-05 and other mobile instances of SCP-XXXX indicate that XXXX-05 may act as a mobile repair unit for other mobile instances of SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX-05 measures a maximum of 7.25 x 4.75 x 2.00 centimeters, measured from the widest point at the abdomen and with the legs fully extended;

• SCP-XXXX-06 is a machine that resembles a brown crab. SCP-XXXX-06 measures 6.00 x 5.00 x 1.50 centimeters, is capable of moving up to a speed of 40 kilometers/hour, and can leap to a height in excess of 10 meters. SCP-XXXX-06 possesses two claws that are capable of generating a shearing/crushing force in excess of 7000 Newtons, two cutting lasers, and a hypodermic needle hidden in the abdominal regoin that administers a chemical similar to atropine. These robots appear to be designed as the hive's primary defense, capable of swarming up to several hundred individuals, and resisting forces that would damage or destroy other instances or structures of SCP-XXXX;

• SCP-XXXX-07 is designed like a satellite, and is either launched from one of the hive's attached structures or carried aloft by SCP-XXXX-02. When left alone, SCP-XXXX-07 maintains a relatively constant altitude of 50 meters above ground, and appears to act as a early-detection unit for the hive and its members. SCP-XXXX-07 is capable of tracking a desirable target for up to 1.5 kilometers away;

• SCP-XXXX-08 takes the shape of a turtle, and is only built if a structure is to be added within the primary hive group, or if a secondary hive is to be established. SCP-XXXX-08 does not have a fixed size, though the largest instances can measure up to 1.2 x 1.2 x 0.75 m in dimension, when a new hive is to be established. Whenever SCP-XXXX-08 is constructed, several instances of SCP-XXXX-06 will follow it, protecting SCP-XXXX-08 from harm. Any staff are to report to the chief containment officer if an instance of SCP-XXXX-08 is discovered, particularly if the instance is larger than 20 centimeters in either length or width.

Any new instances of machines generated by SCP-XXXX are to be reported to Dr. Derrecks or to Technician Xiao as soon as possible.

When the chamber doors finally closed, Technician Xiao proceeded to unlock the tabs keeping the lid on the box, and allowed the object in the case to stand and right itself. After a few clumsy movements, the object looked at him with its camera lens eyes, and proceeded to laugh.

"Here am I, the TERA-BRINGER OF DESPAIR!"

POST-EXPERIMENT LOG 1370-06
INTERVIEWER: Doctor A. Sze
INTERVIEWEE: Engineering Technician Xiao

Sze: So, what were you exactly hoping for from this experiment with 1370?

Xiao: At first, I wanted to observe 1370's movements and see if they can be replicated in a more controlled environment. However, as you can see, that… didn't go as planned…
Sze: Evidently not - what started as an orderly experiment devolved into a vitriol-filled, ridiculous insult competition. How did you get away with such a thing?

Technician Xiao produces a limb model from within his shop jacket. He lays it on the table in front of Dr. Sze, who looks at it with a confused face.

Xiao: I managed to get what I want, so I'm happy.

"I HAVE COME TO DESTROY YOU PATHETIC FOOLS!" Pesterbot began to move towards Technician Xiao, who had set up a video camera with a special jig, and was monitoring Pesterbot's movements.

As Pesterbot closed the distance between itself and Technician Xiao, it was finally stopped by Xiao himself placing the end of his cane against the advancing Pesterbot's head. The software was still recording Pesterbot's movements - he couldn't afford to have it fall over and ruin his experiment.

"Little pathetic machine," Xiao shouted. For a moment, his own mind went dead, until new words began to form in his head - words that he could never have said with a straight face in any other situation. "Do you know who I am?"

The machine stopped and looked up at him, its voltmeter smile otherwise destroying any sense of dread that the machine attempted to invoke. "Who are you to challenge me, moronic underling?! For I am THE HARBRINGER OF YOUR DEMISE!" Pesterbot raised it miniature clawed hand to attempt to swipe at the technician, only to stop when Xiao opened his mouth once more.

Xiao fought back a slight smile, then yelled, at the top of his lungs, "

ALL INFORMATION IN THIS DOCUMENT OBTAINED THROUGH THE ASSISTANCE OF TECH S. XIAO

INCIDENT LOG 828-A2
FILE REFERENCE NUMBER: 12-A7-233-2017
OPERATION CROSSBREAKER
FILE CLOSED: 01-07-2012
RAISA

"What do you mean I'm not going to be able to see my friends anymore?" Eric looked at his mother with moist eyes at the sudden and horrific news.

His mother could not help but begin to cry at her son's pain. "They have gone off to form their own church, my love." She put her arms around her son as he began to cry, his tears falling against her shoulder. "The Lord will protect them, I am sure…"

INTERVIEW LOG: 828-A2-01
INTERVIEWER: DR A. SZE
INTERVIEWEE: TECH S. XIAO
Pre-interview information: Technician S. Xiao was called upon to provide information relating to Incident 828-A2, in order to provide information critical to Operation Crossbreaker. Due to the history of this incident and Technician Xiao's close involvement with the information contained within, two guards were also present in the room. Technician Xiao was placed under a temporary security lockout throughout Operation Crossbreaker, and the lockout was lifted after Operation Crossbreaker was deemed a success.
BEGIN INTERVIEW LOG
Dr. Sze and Tech. Xiao sit down at the interview table. The guards take their positions at the doorway. Dr. Sze lays down a manila folder on the table, opens the folder, and hands over a few sheets to Tech. Xiao, beginning the interview.
Sze: The papers that I've set in front of you - do you remember these?
Xiao: I remember this one… my father received the notice back in '06, when that whole schism mess began.
Xiao: Why are you bringing this up? What and why do you want to know about this?
//At this point in time, Dr. Sze produces the executive report for SCP-828 from the folder, and hands this information to Tech. Xiao.
Sze: We have reason to believe that this SCP was involved with this incident, and that you may

At Site 19, accidents can and do happen, and this may result in an emergency. This can be a minor as a simple clogged toilet in the male's washroom, to a breach of a Keter-level SCP. Therefore, it is the responsibility of all employees at Site 19 to review safety and emergency procedures. All station supervisors will be equipped with emergency planning materials in the event of such an occurence.

Fire

In the event of fire, employees are to evacuate the immediate vicinity. Site 19 is equipped with automatic sensors to detect and extinguish fires - however, handheld fire extinguishers are available in the event of system malfunction or system failure.
In the event of a major fire, employees are to evacuate the entire section, if safe to do so. Employees should ensure that the doors behind them are closed - all doors at Site 19 are rated for 90 minutes to continual flame exposure. In the event of being trapped by smoke or flame, employees should proceed to the nearest safe zone and activate the emergency alarm - this will provide a signal for rescue crews to locate you.

Flooding

In the event of a flood, employees are to evacuate the level and proceed to higher levels.

An example of an autonomous machine located within one of SCP-XXXX's main levels

SCP-XXXX - Mechanical Curiosity

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: Due to the immobile nature of SCP-XXXX, Site-71 has been constructed in order to contain the SCP, and to provide a proper processing unit for any materials entering into SCP-XXXX, or any objects that SCP-XXXX may create. Any objects that are created must be inspected by containment staff. No personnel are to enter the core for any reason - all maintenance will be done by remote-control robot. Any objects transported out of Site-71 must be cleared by at least three Level-3 personnel. Activation of the complex is only permitted by the authorization of at least one O5 personnel.

In the event of automatic start-up, all personnel are to immediately evacuate from levels 6-12, while remaining out of the way of active machinery. Containment teams are to immediately report to the surface to receive any objects produced by the SCP.

Object Description:

SCP-XXXX is a large underground factory complex that is constructed primarily of brick, steel and glass. This factory is dedicated to the construction of 18th century goods. Inside the complex is a variety of machines that are clockwork-based; these make up part of a large factory construction line. Disassembly of the industrial machines reveal complex assemblies, including gear trains, unseen types of transmission, and large steel timing chains. Chemical testing of the machines reveals the components to be composed of mostly iron ( > 95%), with the remaining elements composing of traces of carbon, manganese, chromium, nickel and tungsten. No abnormal properties have been observed with the machine parts.

SCP-XXXX is divided into 12 levels, with each level connected by elevators and large transport tubes. Ladders, crawlways, stairwells and suspended catwalks allow for human access into the structure. All levels are connected by a large shaft which routes electricity, water, communication wires and pipes throughout the entire complex. Inside each level is a series of iron chain conveyor belts and tracks for autonomous machines to follow. The complex has been divided into what appears to be the following:

• The surface structure is designed for mass storage and preparation for transport. It also provides a point where raw materials can be sent to the raw materials level. Models to be produced are designated from the control room situated within the building;

• The first level is the finishing level, where paint is applied, joints are lubricated, and general function of produced items are passed through a quality control system. Any items observed to have failed the forge's automatic quality control is sent down a chute to the recycling level;

• Levels two through five are assembly levels - machines at these levels are dedicated to taking components and constructing assemblies from individual components. Level 2 is dedicated fully to completing the products, and is equipped with advanced robotic arms and assembly machines.

• Levels six and seven are dedicated to the creation of components. Machines at this level are designed to work with extremely hot material, including molten steel and molten brass. Small machines create dies for larger machines to use for object molds. Example machines at this level include slag stirrers, automatic temperature gauges, oxygen blasters and robotic flyers that scoop up samples of the molten metal for quality testing;

• Level eight is a recycling level - any refuse from the higher levels of the complex are sent to this level to be sorted and melted down, before being re-processed. Insect-like robots have been observed to take apart faulty objects and sort them into large bins. Automatic carts take the bins and dump them into a large blast furnace, with stirring machines and air injectors keeping the mass settled. Liquid is transported from this level by large bucket to the seventh level for further processing;

• Levels nine and ten are storage for raw ores and materials. Automated carts and arms can be seen transporting materials taken from the surface and transporting them to the elevators for melting down at the upper levels. Materials that have been located at this level include coal, iron ore, bauxite, silicon dioxide, copper ore, and unprocessed gemstones. Robots at this level sort out material brought down from the surface level, and deposit them into large piles according to their type;

• Level eleven is the power core of the facility - no robots have been observed at this level;

• Level twelve is the research and development workshops of the facility. Robots at this level can be seen developing designs and occasionally send a message via pneumatic tube to the surface for processing. As of this moment, all 65 machines at this level have been shut down, and have been accounted for.

Machines found at various levels include:

• Blast furnaces;
• Metal shears;
• Hydraulic presses;
• Sand blasting machines;
• Water jet cutting arms;
• Robotic arms;
• Large-scale mills and lathes;
• Oiling machines;
• Magnetic arms;
• Degaussing assemblies;
• Crucible cranes;
• Steam rollers;
• Metal planes;
• Vacuum pumps, and
• Stamping/engraving arms.

In addition to the machines found throughout the facility, various automatons have been observed to work throughout the facility. These machines (with the exception of the machines on level 12) are based off Babbage-style engines, and are charged periodically by connecting to electrified poles through the levels. Disassembly of a specimen reveals that the machine recharges through electrostatic contact with the poles, and retain the charge through a basic parallel plate capacitor. These automata are made of a similar alloy to the larger, stationary machines. Small automatons rely on fluid or cable-based computers for their instructions, while larger automatons use mechanical computers. The following is a list of observed robots and their functions:

• Water-blasting automatons to cool pieces from cutting operations;
• Automatons equipped with arc welders to periodically repair the steel supporting structure. These machines also house larger capacitors to store the necessary charge;
• Dozer-style machines to clean the level floors and deposit any debris towards a reprocessing tube;
• Maintenance automatons that replace and repair any damage to a machine;
• Automata equipped with insectile appendages sort out and disassemble faulty components;
• Centipede-like machines that move along the top of ingots, inspecting for impurities;
• Flying machines that have two rotary blades and are armed with claws. They transport parts to various levels, destroy obstructions or deter intruders (two staff have been injured by these sentries);
• Spider-like robots that maintain the integrity of the structure, and
• Snake-like robots that are used to inspect the interior of large assemblies and machines.

NOTE: SCP-XXXX is creating new robots in response to containment. All staff must refer to Addendum XXXX-03 for further instructions.

These lists are by no means exhaustive - research staff are still cataloguing machines and automatons that are discovered.

The core of SCP-XXXX is located at the second-lowest level of the complex, and is surrounded by blast doors constructed of a combination of lead plating, iron plating and cadmium plating. Inside the core structure is a reactor bank, composed of 18 glass cylinders arranged on a icosahedral steel object, that is attached by 3-meter thick poles to the floor and ceiling of the room. Pipes filled with a water-like fluid are connected to the suspended cylinders, and are believed to act as a cooling system. The radiation dosage at the core icosahedral structure has been measured in excess of 50 sieverts/hour, making human exploration of the reactor structure impossible. No components from the reactor structure have been disassembled up to this date. 30 complete skeletons have been found in this room - all have been assumed to have succumbed to radiation poisoning. No personnel are to approach this room for any reason unless authorized, and personnel are not to remain on this level for any longer than two hours - radiation dosimeter tags must be worn at all times to keep track of exposure time.

The lowest level of SCP-XXXX is composed of small workshops, which appear to have been used to model machines for the main lines, as well as provide models for the machines to produce. On this level, a storage unit has also been located, and completed models have been located in this storage unit. Objects include toys, weapons, personal vehicles, animals, implants, and, in one case, an artificial clockwork human head that could [REDACTED]. A list of items obtained from level twelve can be found in Addendum XXXX-01.

The robots from the lowest level are designed with insect-like appendages for manipulating machines and tools. The distinguishing feature of these robots is that, in the core of each robot, there appears to be a human brain. None of these robots have been disassembled as of this writing. It is assumed that the robots are sentient, but are designed to do nothing but to design. Attempts to communicate with these robots produces no response (See Addendum XXXX-02).

SCP-XXXX was discovered located in the Pacific Ocean, near the island of [REDACTED], in 1999. Archaeologists exploring the area accidentally came upon the surface building, and brought up some of the materials from the storage units. When the Foundation was alerted to the presence of the SCP, a research team was sent in to contain the object. Upon discovering the actual size of the object, it was decided that Site-71 would be set-up in order to experiment with and take advantage of the SCP.

Addendum XXXX-01: The following is an incomplete list of model prototypes that have been located within SCP-XXXX. Items that have been subjected to non-destructive and destructive testing will have notes attached:

Addendum XXXX-02: These robots are very interesting. They do not need much in the way of electricity, and yet perform to the same level of efficiency, if not greater than, today's modern robot technology. Various explorations into the facility reveal many more robots, that it would take me time to catalogue and examine them all. Further detailed lists of the mapped facility, machines, robots, created models and experiments will follow. - Dr. Xiao

Addendum XXXX-03: The factory complex, in apparent response to continual human exploration, has started constructing new automatons. Observed and captured specimens reveal a set of mechanical glass eyes, as well as a complex card-punching system that punches information similar to binary code onto a cardboard sheet. Automatons have been observed to be following Foundation personnel through the structure, and around the island site. Foundation staff is to remain aware of these robots, and are to immediately report to Dr. Xiao in the event of new automatons being observed.

Addendum XXXX-04: The following is a collection of photos taken from exploration into the structure:

A recovered engine taken from a damaged milling machine. The engine was replaced by maintenance robots two hours later.

Another engine recovered from a constructed steam engine.

An inspector robot that was taken to a testing chamber within Site-71. The robot did not resume normal operation until it was returned to its proper sublevel.

A collection of firearms produced by SCP-XXXX. No anomalous effects were observed from the handling and testing of these weapons.

Item #: SCP-2421-J

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: All new personnel are to be screened for any infection by SCP-2421-J using the Larkner Test, which entails undergoing rigorous review by senior members in a controlled environment for possible signs of infection. As infection with SCP-2421-J often occurs in conjunction with other diseases, treatment must begin as soon as possible. Personnel infected with SCP-2421-J are not permitted to handle any sensitive SCP material for a duration of 6 months. Personnel who are in advanced stages of infection will be terminated without delay.

MTF Zeta-7 ("Banhammers") are to constantly monitor all Foundation traffic, in order to detect for possible SCP-2421-J infection.

Object Description: SCP-2421-J is a syndrome that naturally occurs over the realm of the Internet. However, when new personnel are hired by the Foundation, SCP-2421-J will manifest in unique symptoms that warrant mentioning.

When a member infected with SCP-2421-J files a new article (referred to as 2421-2-J), the article itself will not follow standard Foundation format. Errors include:

• Non-standard titles;
• Gross spelling errors;
• Large blocks of redactions, often a symptom of co-infection with a virulent strain of SCP-1459-J;
• Gross grammatical errors;
• Bad links to any supporting documentation;
• Non-standard tags.

When the infected staff member is censured on their work, they will attempt to counteract any negative censure with a positive review. This is the hallmark sign of SCP-2421-J infection, and is to be considered by all staff as a level-1 outbreak.

Possible side effects of exposing non-infected staff members to SCP-2421-2-J include:

• A compulsion to edit the article heavily;
• Exponentially increased levels of anger;
• A desire to attack the infected member with a hammer.

When three or more SCP-2421-J infected personnel gather, the infection takes a different route, blending the personalities of the group together to form a [DATA EXPUNGED]. Such beings are capable of causing extreme damage to any facility at which they are stationed, and thus should be terminated with extreme prejudice. For this purpose, MTF Zeta-7 has been authorized to use low-yield tactical nuclear devices in the event of a combination event, as prescribed in protocol BAN-THAT-BITCH-01.

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is kept in a pressure-sealed steel crucible in a specially designed clean containment chamber in Site-71's Materials Research Wing. All handling of SCP-XXXX will be performed via robotic assistance. SCP-XXXX is to be kept moist at all times - for this reason, the containment chamber will mist the chamber with 10 L of water every hour. Any personnel who must enter SCP-XXXX's containment chamber are to wear Class-A protective gear, and are subject to class-G decontamination upon exit from the clean chamber. All air and water intake and exhaust will be passed through no less than 10 filter units able to filter out particles 120 nanometers in size. During transport, SCP-XXXX must never be transported via air.

Amendment XXXX-01: After Incident XXXX-01, any material that has been in contact with SCP-XXXX is to never enter the presence of a magnetic field more powerful than 1 Tesla.

Object Description: SCP-XXXX is a black fluid that takes the appearance of a carbon fiber torus when undisturbed. SCP-XXXX-1 is the nanoparticles that is suspended in water. Chemical composition of the fluid reveals a composition of 72% carbon, 12% silicon, 8% iridium, 5% osmium, 2% uranium, with the remainder consisting of 3 previously unseen molecular compounds formed between krypton, neptunium, francium and bismuth.

SCP-XXXX remains inert until attracted by a magnetic field, in which SCP-XXXX will begin to act like a ferrofluid. SCP-XXXX will slowly move along any surface by microscopic capillary action, taking at least 7 days to cover a 4 square meter surface. SCP-XXXX will adhere to a surface in a matter similar to mercury.

When SCP-XXXX has evaporated, SCP-XXXX-1 will deposit itself onto the surface, where it will bond with the surface on a molecular level and assume the properties of normal carbon fiber, with the added property of sensitivity to magnetism. Surfaces that SCP-XXXX-1 has attached itself to become hardened and are able to resist more damage than the parent surface.

When SCP-XXXX or SCP-XXXX-1 is exposed to a magnetic field, two properties can be observed:

• If the strength of the field is under 1 Tesla, SCP-XXXX will behave as a normal ferrofluid. SCP-XXXX-1 will attempt to make contact with the center of the field, which can result in objects being moved around, or parts breaking as the surfaces coated with SCP-XXXX-1 move towards the center of the field.
• If the strength of the field is over 1 Tesla, SCP-XXXX and SCP-XXXX-1 will undergo an unstable fusion reaction, where carbon chains will fuse together to release the chained elements to form a [DATA EXPUNGED] particle that decomposes, liberating a large amount of heat and energy. A 0.1 mL drop of SCP-XXXX was able to produce the force of a 250 lb aerial bomb.

SCP-XXXX was discovered after an incident that occurred at [REDACTED] on the date of 12/03/09, when a laboratory affiliated with Prometheus Labs was destroyed in a containment breach, resulting in the deaths of over ███ people, including 23 Foundation personnel who responded to the breach. A sample of SCP-XXXX was not retrieved until 16/01/12, when an unrelated test resulted in an explosion in ███████, Ontario, which resulted in the death of one person. A Foundation containment team retrieved a sample of SCP-XXXX, where it was categorized and is currently stored at Site-71.

Incident Report XXXX-01: On the date of January 16, 2012, Foundation intelligence agents were alerted to an unnatural explosion that occurred at the ███████ Robotics Group, located in ███████, Ontario. Witness statements that were gathered state that a test robot made with SCP-XXXX for plating spontaneously detonated, killing one technician and seriously injuring 42 other people. A Foundation retrieval team inadvertently caused a second detonation when SCP-XXXX was being moved, creating a smaller secondary blast that injured 5 retrieval agents. All agents have since recovered, and research into SCP-XXXX's molecular structure and properties when subjected to magnetic fields uncovered the anomalous effect. Containment Procedures have been updated.

Testing Log XXXX-02: The following is a test to determine the effects of SCP-XXXX on humans. Dr. Sze ran the experiments and recorded the results.

BEGIN TESTING LOG

**Test #1: Human Exposure Only

D-121455 was exposed to SCP-XXXX for the span of two weeks. When asked about their general condition, D-121455 stated that they felt fine, with a sore throat. Exploratory surgery reveals a thin layer of SCP-XXXX coating the musculature of D-121455's body. It was noted that the layer did not restrict muscle movement. D-121455 was killed by accident when the attendant surgeon accidentally pierced the SCP-XXXX lining with a drill, which resulted in penetration of D-121455's heart.

**Test #2: Human Exposure, Magnetic Exposure under 1 Tesla

D-522351 was exposed to SCP-XXXX for the span of two weeks. D-522351 was ordered to walk past a weak magnetic experiment set-up. Upon massing through the generated fields, D-522351 was noted to be struggling to pass through the set-up. Seven minutes into the test, layers of SCP-XXXX were seen being ripped from D-522351's skin, with muscle and fat attached, and connected itself to the point source of the magnetic field. D-522351 died from exsanguination, and the rest of D-522351's body attached itself to the magnetic field setup.
It can be noted that the field was slowly increased until dismemberment occurred at 0.73 T. At this point, the force of attraction pretty much ripped apart the D-class. — Dr. Sze

**Test #3: Human Exposure, Magnetic Exposure above 1 Tesla

Test #3 was deemed unethical by the Ethics committee, and Dr. Sze has been disciplined accordingly.

Addendum XXXX-03: The following document was retrieved from the package sent to ███████ Robotics Group, along with several documents including GOC paperwork. The following excerpt is from Prometheus Labs, the creator of SCP-XXXX:

… item CX-221 has been in development over the last few years in order to create a cheap and readily available carbon fiber supply to everyone, from the professional to hobbyists. Recent advances in Prometheus Labs' secret atomic manipulation technology has allowed us to create a new type of carbon nanoparticle - one that can be applied using readily available magnets, and that is easy to store when not in use! As Prometheus Labs continues to develop this new nanoparticle, we should be able to have a prototype ready for development within a few weeks!…

Included with this document is research files on the manipulation of carbon and other elements, as well as preliminary testing. Further studying into the attached documented is ongoing, to see if there is an effective way to control SCP-XXXX.

It's been a little while since I've last seen my kids.

That fucking dirtbag, Jerry… at least he got to rot in hell, without this pain. Should've shot him in the nuts instead of the head.

It's been three years since I've been sentenced. Two weeks ago, though, a man working for this so-called "Foundation" thingy asked me if I wanted to participate in some research study.
I asked him what I got in return, and he said after a month, I could be free. Of course, I would accept such an offer, anything to get me out of this piece-of-shit prison cell.

Whatever these scientist-douchebags injected me with, it's painful.

They watched behind glass windows as I bled out. I kept bleeding, but refused to die. Those men in their white jackets, continuing to watch over me.

Finally, the bleeding stopped. They allowed me to rest, at least for a short while, before they injected me with something else…

… when I woke up, I was already forced into a clear box, and above a shaft. Holy shit - that's one long drop down.

I heard a microphone asking me to "concentrate" on growing wings. How the fuck was I supposed to do that? Of course, I told them to go fuck themselves. They gave me 15 minutes, and I saw a timer start counting down from 15. I didn't know what would happen at 0, but I didn't want to find out.

I felt my body shake, as if something began to tear its way from my back. I thought for a short while about what they injected me with, and… maybe, I could grow wings.

With every last bit of my will, I forced my body to grow these "wings". It felt like an eternity, forcing these painful shards out of my back.

And they grew. Ugly, flesh-formed wings like a bat, but they're still wings. The timer was at 2 minutes.

I forced open the lid of the box. Thankfully, it wasn't reinforced or locked or anything.

I spread my wings, and began to fly. Almost fell down the first few flaps, but got the hang of this.

As I began to fly to the surface, I thought of my kids once more. I could go see them again!

I saw some scientists in their ugly orange suits and some military guys in black follow me. They can't catch me now!

I'm almost free! I'm almost-

EXCERPT: Post-Experiment Log 016-08

"D-11621 was infected with SCP-016 on ██/██/████, and managed to survive the near-total exsanguination. D-11621 was placed in an acrylic box suspended above a mine shaft, and was told to focus on growing wings, and given 15 minutes before the bomb detonated. At the two minute mark, it was observed that D-11621 finally grew out a fully-formed set of wings, similar to a bat. Using these wings, D-11621 was able to escape the mine shaft and fly above Testing Area-██. Subject was terminated by gunshot fired from a Mossberg 500 shotgun. Autopsy revealed the wings anchored to the shoulder blades, and the muscles also attached to the shoulder blades and collar bones. Genetic testing of D-11621 is underway, to determine if genetic makeup affects the outcome of 016 mutation. - Dr. S. Xiao

Below are excerpts from a journal belong to Engineering Officer Sadakado Xiao, shortly before his induction into the Foundation. All data is attached to EngO Xiao's personnel profile. For brevity, only pertinent sections of the journal are available in this document. The full collection of data is available upon request to any personnel with security clearance level 3 or higher - contact Personnel Director Bright.

Date: June 26, 2008

Getting a company started is a lot of hard work, that's for sure. I've been running to and fro today - so many people to talk to, so many phone calls, and so much paperwork! However, I know this will pay off.
Ritual is tomorrow. Three days until my birthday. I cannot wait.
Prov 11:12

Date: June 27, 2008

Officially an engineer. This ring is so shiny, but a bit sharp. The look of approval from my father's face as I put on my ring… I've finally done something that people said that I couldn't do.
Shared a few drinks with the guys - many of them are going to their master's, while a few are going here and there, to OPG or to General Dynamic, or to the military. There's this one guy who said that he's getting his doctorate with this company called the Soap from Corpses Products, Inc. I was never too much of a biology kind of guy, so I wished him the best of luck.
Can't wait to be with ████ - medical school must be extremely stressful for her.
Eph 6:14-17

Date: January 15, 2012

The TX-1 models are complete, and ready for prototyping! I am blessed to be working with some of the most productive and innovative men and women ever!
████ said yes! I am the happiest man on the face of the planet right now!
Got that package from the government today. I've been waiting for the modified carbon fiber material for the MX-4 prototypes. The package is stamped with "GOC" all over - assuming it means Government of Canada or something like that. Will be overseeing the testing tomorrow.

Examination of a surviving MX-4 prototype revealed the carbon fiber to be actually composed from [REDACTED], which was later cataloged as SCP-████. However, at the time of the shipment, the Foundation was unaware of this material. Intelligence revealed that the GOC developed the material after a breach occurred at an undisclosed Prometheus Labs branch on the date of 12/03/15, in which over ███ people were killed, including 23 Foundation personnel.

Date: January 16, 2012

The MX-4 testing was disastrous. The plates did something weird when they came into contact with water, and practically destroyed the interior of the testing chamber. Thankfully, the blast shields automatically dropped when the small explosions began. Poor Ray didn't make it out in time - I'm going to miss that bastard.
████ was so concerned when she heard about what happened. I told her that I was okay, and that nothing bad happened.
The fire department officials and the police officials were really nice and offered condolences. I really enjoy working within this community where they treat me and my company like true friends and neighbors. However, that one guy wearing a suit - he kept looking at me weirdly and writing notes. I'm assuming that he's from the government or something - they were really hoping on the MX-4 prototypes to work. I never saw him again - I was going to ask him a few questions.

Intelligence monitoring of the emergency frequencies alerted the Foundation to the incident. The surviving MX-4 prototype was recovered by an undercover retrieval team disguised as a York Region Police forensics team. Intelligence Agent █████ gathered the information about the incident, and forwarded his report to Director ██████████. Upon reviewing of the report, as well as record checks on Mr. Xiao himself, authorization was given to interview Mr. Xiao and offer him a contract with the Foundation.

Date: April 02, 2012

I was watching the blossoms bloom today over the company's pond, when one of my secretaries said that a man from Soaps from Corpses, Inc., wanted to see me. I was confused, wondering why a man from a soap company would want to visit a robotics company. Robots sure don't make comfortable soap appliers. Nevertheless, I went up to my office to meet him.
Once the door was shut, he handed me this manila folder. Inside it was a copy of the incident report from January, and attached papers that had things like 'Euclid', 'SCP' and 'containment', among other words. My mind thought very quickly about the shady person that was standing there months ago, writing this up. I asked him what this was about, and he said that the Foundation took interest in the work that my company did with robotics and wanted to offer a contract. I asked him about this, and he said that they were willing to supply me with all the raw materials and offered a high value contract, something that my company desperately needed after the MX-4 failure. I told him that I would get back to him by the end of the week, and he nodded, and left me a contact card.
I spend the whole night thinking about it. Lots of prayer, talk with a few of my colleagues and friends, and a lot of caffeine. By the time the dawn broke of the new day, I decided to say yes.

Date: April 03, 2012

I was about to call the man again, but my secretary said there was a package for me.
I opened the box, to find a bunch of books, a M1911 sidearm with two magazines, and a card. I looked at the card, and it had a picture of me. It said "Xiao, Sadakado Aleb," and it ad the words "Engineering Officer" below it. A slip of paper on the top said that a helicopter would arrive at Buttonville airport to pick me up for my induction into the Foundation. I told my secretary that I would be gone for a few days, and that I would keep in touch while I was gone. I left the office, and took a good portion of my engineering work with me.
Zeph 3:17

At this point, EngO Xiao was successfully inducted as part of Foundation staff. He is currently working with his company on project FD-003, while also manufacturing civilian and commercial robotics in order to maintain a veil of secrecy. Any personnel with security clearance level 3 or higher who would wish to view EngO Xiao's performance file are to contact Director A. Clef.

"Susan, you wouldn't."

"Yes, I would!" The youthful lady kept her icy-cold eyes glaring towards the man who's aiming an Armalite towards her.

24 hours ago, Sad was eating some of his fiance's lovely cooking in the gardens of Paris, when he was called in by his "employer" to deal with a minor "problem". Now, he's pointing a semi-automatic rifle at a girl that he once taught.

"Susan," he repeated, "Step away from the globe, and I promise to get you out of this in one piece." He had his finger beside the trigger, and was looking at her right in the eyes. He felt like shit - he didn't want to kill someone that he cared about. But he knew that the fate of the world was potentially at stake, and that he was the only one that could avert a potential XK-class event now. "Darling, it doesn't have to end this way."

The girl kept staring at him, while her frost-bitten hand hung over the glass globe that was the key to her plans. "You always say that, Sad!" She began to tear up, and choked on a few words. "You always kept saying that things don't have to end this way… what do you think this is? A fucking Disney movie?"

The man sighed. He felt like he was to blame. It didn't help that he was unable to see her walk through high school, that he wasn't able to remedy the damage that was caused ever since he was forced to leave home years ago. "Susan," he called out. He lowered his weapon slightly, to show that he didn't want to hurt her. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She smiled as her hand touched the globe. Without a second thought, the man lifted his firearm, aimed for her head, and felt for the trigger. He pulled.

POST-INCIDENT DEBRIEFING
March 16, 2012

In regards to the breach by the GOI known as "Are We Cool Yet?" of the Alaskan Site of [DATA EXPUNGED], a note of commendation has been given to Engineering Officer Sadakado Aleb Xiao, for his action in stopping the containment breach of SCP-804 and preventing a potential XK-class event from occurring. Nevertheless, security at [DATA EXPUNGED] is being handled by MTF Xi-11 until a new security detail can be raised. Upgrading of the security of the site is a critical item that will be dealt with immediately. - O5-1

Sad looked at the portrait of the face of the girl that he shot dead in Alaska. Today was her funeral, and everyone that he remembered in a life past surrounded him and her. He watched expressionlessly as they lowered her casket into the ground. He held his fiance's hand in his. She taught her at Sunday school years ago - he could never tell his love that he killed her favorite student. He watched the pained tears of her parents, and the misery that poured from their eyes as they buried their only child. He knew that he had to do what he needed to do, but he still hated himself on the inside.

As everyone else left, and the light summer rain began to pour over the countryside, he knelt down beside her grave plot, and took a metal rose out from his pocket. He was about to lay it down, when he felt a hand over his shoulder.

"Bad shit… having to kill folk you knew once. Know what.. might qualify you for a leave, if you-"

"Shut it, Eisenberg." Sad laid the metal rose down on her grave, and stood up to tip his hat off in a final salute. "I don't have the time to be mopey and shit." The rain hid the tears that slowly fell form his eyes. Sad thanked the Lord above for the rain that fell.

The other researcher looked at him, and nodded his head in condolences and out of respect. "Don't know about you, Xiao," he replied, "but I'm not eager to see how much of this bloody rain can my coat hold in.Let's go… besides, there's food at the funeral home."

The man smiled at Sad, and he smiled back. They walked back towards the funeral home, as he finally turned away from her for the last time.

Doctor Amy Sze walked past the mass groups of employees gathered at the cafeteria. For her, it would be another regular day of work - cut down the paperwork tree that grows on her desk, witness some operations, maybe watch the deaths of a D-class or two. Working in the Foundation for over 5 years, she thought she'd seen it all by now.

"That's it! I'm leaving!" The man stood up, grabbed his jacket, and slammed the apartment door on his way out.

"Daddy?" The 5 year old Amy stared aimlessly at the wooden door, while her mother broke down into sobbing beside her.

"Daddy…"

"Careful with the scalpel, Rikard." Amy pointed with her suited hand to a massive irregular bulge protruding from the D-class's stomach wall. "You see that red line? Cut right there, and then cauterize the vessel." She watched as the new researcher to the biohazardous research team steadily cut away at the tumor that was once D-61293's stomach. She smiled as the new guy lifted the separated tumor from its growth place and placed it in a vat of formalin.

"Excellent work, Rikard. Sew up the incision in the stomach wall, and let's patch 'im up and call it a day." She shut the lid on the vat, and placed the unit on a conveyor belt that would take it to the pathologists working two blocks away. She took enjoyment from treating people of their pain, even if she injected them with the organism that she would have to take out of them eventually. Working at the Foundation gave her a sense of purpose.

15 year old Amy held her elderly mother's hand as she slowly breathed. The cancer was eating her withered body, and the doctors could do nothing about it.

"You've always been a good, strong girl… don't let anyone take that away from you, my love." The elder Sze looked at her only child in her eyes, and smiled for the last time.

"I love you, Amy," she spoke, before closing her eyes. Amy couldn't hear herself crying over the flat, piercing tone of the ECG.

All afternoon, she continued to click away at her computer, trying to put together DNA sequences for some of the superviruses that the Foundation has recently acquired. She always wondered where the Foundation got such nasty ailments, but then thought to herself that she wasn't ready for the answer, and dropped that line of thought. She continued to work uninterrupted until her desk phone began to ring.

"Dr. Sze, please report to room D33 as soon as possible, thank you." The dry lady's tone was replaced with the dead line sound, and Amy put her phone back down before standing up. She really hated when people interrupted her from her work. She found herself most at-ease when working.

"Max, you're drunk!" Amy tried to push him away, but the much bigger guy pinned her to the wall.

"Oh, c'mon, babe," he replied with a slurred voice. "This will be fun, I promise."

//She screamed and struggled, and no-one came to her rescue that night…/

"… room D33, here it is." She looked at the conference chamber - it appeared empty, but she walked in anyways.

As soon as she walked in, the door sealed shut behind her, and the blinds automatically closed. Alarmed, she drew out her sidearm and crouched low near the door.

Within a few seconds, the lights turned back on, and she saw a few familiar faces. She saw a few familiar faces, including David Rosen from Tech. Research, Doctor Lucas Cave, Alec Brickner and Xiao from engineering. She saw that they set up a few drinks, and had a black forest cake set up on the board table.

"Amy," started Xiao, "you work way too hard. I knew you'd forget that today is your 34th birthday. Now, stop worrying for an hour, and enjoy." He lit a small candle on top of the cake, and stepped aside.

Amy smiled, and blew out that candle, wishing that the people that surrounded her now never left her side. In her whole life, she never had a real family until she joined the Foundation…

Amy placed the letter down on her nightstand, while she continued to pack her bags.

Working for a government project? Having her master's and her doctorate paid for? Working with the most advanced technology in the world? What more could she ask for?

She was mildly saddened that she would have to leave this apartment, which has been her home for many years…

… but, at this point, she had nothing left to lose. No friends, no parents, no job… she took her bags with her, and left her apartment.

Outside, a black towncar waited for her. As the attendant packed her bags into the storage compartment, she continued to read her orientation package.

If she could remember anything, she asked herself, she would rather remember this boring package, than the hell that she was forged through.

The towncar sped off into the distance, bringing her someplace new.

Researcher Harris finished the last pieces of his model, and set it down, as it walked away to join its fellows. For the last hour, he had been creating Lego Space Marines and assorted vehicles, and adding them into the large city that the staff of Site-19 have established using SCP-387. As the Marine joined ranks with the dozens of others that he made, he watched with a silent awe as the Marines began to interact with the city, before the emergency klaxons began to blare.

"God damn it," he thought, "another Keter breach." His colleagues and him all rushed out of the room, as the Lego citizens waved goodbye to their creators and friends. The Space Marines saluted Researcher Harris as he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Around the same time, Junior Researcher Jays was transporting the Play-Doh, designated as SCP-705, back to its containment chamber. As he was passing the break room, he too also responded to the emergency breach, and, in haste, dropped 705's container as he ran to his designated station.

As the container hit the floor, the lid popped off, and within minutes, a platoon of army men formed from the mass. Their platoon leader led them under the door, to see if they can find a spot to capture.

"Private, what do you see up ahead?" The clay sergeant awaited the returning scout as he ran back towards their temporary hiding spot.

"20 clicks to the east, a large city made from some sort of modular brick. 2 clicks ahead, a large, unattended supply depot. We can form our base from there, sergeant."

"Excellent. Good work, soldier." He gave the thumbs up to the platoon commander, who began to bark out orders as the band of soldiers proceeded to the repository of clay.

Jack was walking his dog down the western end of Main Brick street, and waved hello to all of his neighbors as he enjoyed the fresh scent of an afternoon walk. Rumors spread of new arrivals today, clad in large blue armor and carrying machine guns around. He wondered why anyone needed machine guns these days - it's not like there were any pesky imitation blocks around.

As he rounded the corner, he heard weird mechanical whirring off past the treeline. Perhaps the researchers were trying some sort of new thing with the electronic stuff, or perhaps it was the new arrivals with their fancy war machines. He knelt to the ground for a second when a giant non-Lego mecha burst from the treeline, spitting bullets and large-velocity shells.

Jack was caught in the strike and lay dismembered as the clay soldiers continued their sudden strike deeper into the city.

"Battle-brothers! Report!" The Marine sergeant looked upon his squad as they all stood resolute, the incandescent light shining off of their pauldrons. They were the Emperor's finest, and no man would ever-

Before the first marine could report his status, a stray clay bullet impacted the sergeant in the chestplate. He fell backwards, and the Marines immediately ran to cover their fallen superior from any other fire. Across the landing zone, other marines began to assemble under their squad leaders, while the company commander and his retinue began to convene on the sudden raid that they have been caught up in.

The sergeant lifted himself up, and, thank the Emperor, the bullet simply flattened upon hitting his blessed armor. Uttering his praises to the Emperor, he stood resolute as the company commander yelled for a swift counter-attack, and motioned for all the Marines to move forward and to deliver divine judgement upon the enemies of Mankind. The sergeant yelled for victory and for vengeance as he and his brothers moved forward, their bolters blazing as they moved towards the unrighteous.

"Man, that was one hell of a breach… glad those containment guys got that all handled." Researchers Harris and Jordans conversed and laughed as they proceeded back towards the break room to continue constructing their Lego creations and finishing up their lab reports.

As they entered the hallway to get to the break room, they saw Junior Researcher Jays running from the opposite end. He stopped as he first looked at the ground, and then towards the two researchers approaching him. He looked upon the container on the ground, and uttered a simple, "Oh shit," before facing the two researchers who came to him.

"Something wrong, Jays?" Jordans looked at the now flustered junior researcher before his ears tuned to a faint rumble emanating from the break room. He was about to tap Harris, when he turned and saw the same sight that was unfolding before their eyes.

"Holy shit," was the only thing that all three of them could manage to push from their mouths.

Marines took positions in the now ruined towers of downtown Main Brick street, while the Dreadnoughts provided cover for advancing tactical squads. Clay artillery shells whistled through the air while heavy bolter fire and Krak missiles smashed into opposing infantry lines. Around them, Lego minifigs were running to escape the cataclysm while police officers provided assistance to the Marines by using their cars as mobile cover and by shooting at the clay soldiers with their smaller, inferior weapons.

"FEEL THE HEAT OF THE EMPEROR'S FURY, HERETIC!" Battle Brother Zephyr aimed his flamer and ignited an advancing light infantry squad with his flamer, while their bullets bounced off of his helmet and pauldrons. He continued to steadily advance, setting flame to the enemy with his blessed promethium flamer, while his battle-brothers continued to fire their bolters from behind him and protect him.

As the Marines pushed forward, they heard a rather frightening sound rounding the corner - it appeared to be an enemy superheavy tank. "BANEBLADE!", yelled Zephyr, as he dived for cover while the vehicle's primary cannon launched a shot of clay into a business tower, sending minifigs falling to their demise or being crushed by the large pieces of debris that rained from above. Zephyr was buried underneath the rubble, but forced himself out, and began his burning inferno anew.

The clay superheavy continued to dispense destruction while the soldiers followed behind, with the lesser minifigs dropping their weapons and running. The Marines continued to hold their ground, firing whatever they could into the Lego tank, while being pummeled by the artillery cannons situated behind the trees.

Brother-Captain Adaris smashed away another soldier with his Thunder hammer, watching the energies send the soldier flying into pieces and splattering the nearby walls of the building. He swept the hammer around and managed to send a light clay vehicle onto its side, before bringing the hammer down to utterly destroy its occupants in the name of the Emperor. Before he could swing his hammer once more, he heard the sound of retro-rockets firing in the air, and knew that the time had come to destroy the heretics and bring glory and praise to the Emperor.

"BATTLE-BROTHERS! CHARGE FORWARD, AND SHOW THESE FOOLS THE POWER OF THE EMPEROR! GLORY BE TO HIS NAME!" Adaris charged the superheavy tank and destroyed its turret with a flying swing of his ancient hammer, while the Marines behind him yelled a loud cheer and followed, bolters and flamers blazing to exterminate. The dreadnoughts and Predators continued to blast away at the enemy emplacements, taking out the machine gun nests and the snipers that attempted to harass the charging Marines.

Behind the treeline, the clay artillery pieces continued to walk their rounds back, attempting to keep the Marines away from their established positions. An artillery spotter was about to aim at one of the Predators, when he looked up and was promptly crushed underneath the weight of a drop pod. Two more pods opened, and terminators began to pour out with their storm bolters blazing. A soldier attempted to toss a fragmentation grenade at the heavily armored figures, before being swept aside by a power fist. Chainfists tore through the enemy pillboxes and bunkers, and the terminators began to advance towards their brothers, trapping the clay soldiers in-between two moving walls of death. Behind the terminators, Stormravens dropped off the mighty Land Raiders, and continued their advance, unimpeded by the enemy's light bullets.

At the end of the day, with the last clay soldier executed, the Marines sounded their praise to the Emperor! Brother-Captain Adaris looked upon the carnage, while the apothecaries tended to the wounded and to the fallen marines and all of the civilians that assisted them in routing the malleable enemy. As he began to walk back towards their new base of operations, a child minifig ran up to him and grabbed the leg of his power armor.

"Who are you guys?", the child asked, with a sense of curiosity behind his painted black eyes. The Captain smiled, and told the child, "We are the Emperor's Finest, and today, we bring salvation to this hive." He continued to walk back, with the thunder hammer over his shoulders, and the child waved back at him.

In that child's mind, he though, "I want to be like him!"

"Let's never do that again," remarked Jays, as Jordans, Harris and him picked up the last pieces of clay and finally re-instated containment of 705. They left the Lego figurines on their own, as they could rebuild their city and take care of their injured. As Harris walked out of the breakroom, he saw his initially small Marine force laying down the foundations for a monastery, and, in a moment of sentimental value, saluted the Marines. The Brother-Captain saw him salute, and lifted up his hammer to return the gesture.