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O5-F SCP-001 SDL (3/3)

Revision 5/12 updated 1202 days ago

SCP-001, minutes after its activation. Photographer unknown.

Item #: SCP-001

Object Class: Apollyon

Special Containment Procedures: No changes submitted. Information collapsed.

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+Open attached file: Incident Report-001.1
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Access granted.

They've just been sitting out there this entire time, calling out to us, begging for us to come outside. The noise drew in more of them. There's this one mass that I'm sure must have a few dozen people and god-knows how many animals roiling around inside it. Screams and bleats and screeches and howls nonstop. Louder than all hell. The worst ones make this disgusting moaning - like they're actually enjoying it.

They're not going to leave so long as they know we're down here.

We managed to talk one of the D's into going out - see if he couldn't draw them away. He was surprisingly okay with the plan - all he asked for was a gun, and a single round. He made it out there and one got a hold of him, tried to get his mask off. He managed to work the pistol up beneath his chin in time, got it off. I figured he was lucky.

After he fell limp though, it kept working at his suit. Pried off the hood, poured itself inside. Began tearing it off of him from within.

He came back; started changing - dripping out of the suit and screaming and screaming and screaming.

They won't even let us die.

The Director has a plan. There's an escape tunnel hidden in his office. Tram under the Site will take us to a safe house - we should be able to start towards 19 from there.

Revision 8/12 updated 1200 days ago

SCP-001, minutes after its activation. Photographer unknown.

Item #: SCP-001

Object Class: Apollyon

Special Containment Procedures: No changes submitted. Information collapsed.

Description: No changes submitted. Information collapsed.

+Open attached file: Video File
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Access granted.

You see her for the first time. Dr. Igotta is seated where you are right now. She has a pained look, her eyes are bloodshot. A large, wet, red-black blotch has formed on her breast-pocket.

She draws a shuddering breath, parts her lips as if to speak, and stops herself. She bows her head, and cries silently. After a minute, she manages to choke out: