SCP Foundation

Date: 2019年08月25日

Interviewer: DEA Special Agent Kyle White

Interviewed: Milo Igorvich

Location: DEA field office, Nome Alaska.

[BEGIN LOG]

[Agent White and Milo Igorvich are sitting at a metal table; Mr. Igorvich is restrained to the chair via handcuffs.]

Agent White: Okay, Mr. Igorvich, let's get down to it. You're going to be charged with drug trafficking and conspiracy, I'm giving you this opportunity to allow us to help you.

[Igorvich remains silent.]

Agent White: Come on, Milo, we've got you and we got your dope, that's plenty enough to lock you up. Just tell us where you got the dope, who you're working for, and maybe we can work something out.

Igorvich: твоя мама дала это мне. (Your mother gave it to me.)

Agent White: In English Milo, stop fucking around.

Igorvich: если мой язык смущает тебя, я могу позволить тебе позаимствовать его. (If my tongue confuses you, I can let you borrow it.)

Agent White: We have two of your runners down in lockup, local boys, you should've known, they wouldn't stay quiet forever. Just tell me what you know about your boss… "Beelzebub", they called him.

Igorvich: Эти мальчики будут мертвы к концу дня, как и вы. (These boys will be dead by the end of the day, just like you.)

Agent White: I've had enough of this, you can talk to a translator in federal lockup, for all I care.

[As Agent White stands, Igorvich proceeds to bite down on his own tongue, severing it.]

Agent White: Jesus, fuck! [White runs to the door and opens it.] Get a bus down here– we got a code orange!

[Mr. Igorvich laughs as blood spills from his mouth.]

Agent White: Just what we ne– W-what the fuck is that?

[Mr. Igovich's tongue animates and sprouts leg-like appendages; similar to arachnid legs in structure and composed of muscle tissue and bone. Igorvich continues to laugh.]

Agent White: I sure as shit didn't sign up for–

[Cutting him off, the tongue lunges at Agent White landing on his face. The tongue pries open the Agent's jaw, which audibly breaks, before crawling into his mouth and down his throat. Agent White collapses to the ground.]

Milo Igorvich sits in silence for ten minutes.

[Two men enter the room, later confirmed to be Demetre Moro and Constantine Peplov, known members of GoI-0432.]

Moro: мы решили, что вам может понадобиться помощь. (We decided you might need help.)

[Peplov points to Agent White who is convulsing on the floor.]

Peplov: Кажется, он контролирует ситуацию. (He seems to be in control.)

[All three men laugh as a large chitinous organism rips through Agent White's chest. The organism then crawls to Mr. Igorvich and sits on his lap. Moro leans into the camera before gesturing with his middle finger. The video abruptly terminates.]

[END LOG]

Date: 2019年10月17日

Depicted: Agent Kyle Roads, Agent Philip Chandler

[BEGIN LOG]

Roads: Is that thing on?

[Agent Chandler motions with a "thumbs-up".]

Roads: Alright, so as far as we can tell, this is where the magic happens. [Roads spreads his arms.]

[The camera pans to show several conveyor belts with packages of SCP-5407. In the center of the room, a large pile of SCP-5407 can be seen; several shovels are stuck into it. Agent Roads walks to the mound before whistling.]

Roads: This has to be what? Two, maybe three tons of this shit? These guys weren't fucking around.

[Agent Roads turns to face the camera]

Roads: This is definitely where they're packaging the stuff, still no clue how they're making it.

Chandler: They could be producing it off-site and shipping th–

[A stream of SCP-5407 is falling behind Agent Roads.]

Roads: What is it?

[The camera pans up as Agent Chandler points towards the ceiling.]

Roads: Ho-ly Shit.

[A total of 200 human bodies are fused into a large fleshy sheet across the ceiling. Each body's stomach is fully distended and featuring a large slit. All internal digestive organs have been pulled from the bodies' mouths and fused to the space between each instance.]

Chandler: You don't think?

Roads: Yeah, I'm pretty sure tha–

[Several of the bodies' stomach orifices open and small streams of SCP-5407 fall from them.]

Roads: Yup, that answers that.

[The camera pans back to Agent Roads.]

Roads: We've managed to shut down their operation and seized their means of production.

Chandler: How do yo-

[Roads' radio crackles, interrupting Chandler.]

Radio: Can you two get up here, Borov's already killed three containment specs. He's not coming quietly, so it looks like we're doing this the hard way.

[The camera pans back to the ceiling and zooms in on a single body. The body's eyes open and the instance begins to struggle against the flesh fused to it. Tears are streaming from the body's eyes.]

Roads: Yeah, we're on the way. Send the containment boys down to sublevel two– we found, something.

[As the agents exit the room they are faced with Milo Igorvich crouching over a body. Igorvich stands and faces the Agents, blood and viscera fall from his mouth.]

Igorvich: о да, так много вкусных тюремщиков. (Oh yes, so many delicious Jailers.)

[Roads' radio crackles as he activates it.]

Roads: We ne–

[The sounds of breaking bones is heard as Igorvich's arm extends, grabbing Agent Roads by the throat. The arm rapidly detracts, leaving a gaping hole in the Agent's neck. Roads gurgles as he collapses to the ground.]

Igorvich: нужно звать на помощь, я скоро доберусь до ваших друзей. (No need to call for help, I will get to your friends soon enough.)

[Chandler fires four explosive rounds into Igorvich's abdomen, the detonation bisects him horizontally. Chandler rushes over to secure Agent Road's radio.]

Chandler: [Radio crackles.] I've got a man down on sublevel two, hostile enemies may still be lurking in the lower lev–

[Igorvich laughs as large arachnid-like appendages rip from his torso, lifting his upper half from the ground.]

Igorvich: потребуется больше, чтобы убить паука. (It will take much more to kill this spider.)

[Chandler fires six more rounds into Igorvich's head and chest; his headless remains crumble into a smoldering pile.]

Radio: Roads, Chandler, come in– We are sending a squad down, what's your status?

Chandler: Roads is dead and the hostile is down– On route to assist with Borov.

Radio: Negative. Borov has been contained. Wait at your location.

Chandler: Understood.

[END LOG]

Date: 2019年10月24日

Interrogator: Interrogation Specialist Frederick Night

Interrogee: POI-R606/1 - Mikkel Borov

R606/1: So, the flies start falling and the Jailors come calling? повезло мне. (Lucky me.)

Night: Yes, lucky you, let get this over with, Borov. How do we stop the withdrawals?

R606/1: [Snickering.] Well, that's pretty easy, they need the нектар. Or, you could just release me and I ensure you the withdrawals will stop.

Night: Oh? That does sound pretty simple. Unfortunately for you, that's not an option, Borov, and you know it.

R606/1: Here's what I know, Jailor: you have no choice in the matter. You think you've put a stop to this– but you've barely scratched the surface.

Night: Empty threats and misdirection isn't going to get you out of this cell. You might as well cut the shit.

R606/1: You really understand nothing, you think you hold all the cards, that you have things figured out? Laughable ignorance; but such is expected from the likes of the koljatmertä (Unclean).

Night: Then enlighten me, Borov, what's the big plan?

R606/1: You have a total of six people in this facility currently under the influence of my нектар, correct?

Night: How do–

[R606/1 snaps his fingers.]

R606/1: Why don't you see how many you have, now.

[Specialist Night's radio crackles.]

Security Officer: W-we've got a problem! The test subjects just, they just, they exploded. They're fucking everywhe– [the radio crackles as Night deactivates it.]

R606/1: I've earned the nickname "lord of the flies" for a reason, my friend. So, how about we talk about my release?

Night: You killing a few D-Class isn't getting you out of–

R606/1: No, no, you still aren't seeing the big picture. By my calculations, we have about 200,000 customers on the West Coast alone. Each one forever bound to me. So, how about we paint the streets red?

Night: Y-you wouldn't, that wou–

R606/1: You think this is bluff? So be it,

Night: No, no, no wait!

R606/1: Yes?

Night: What are your demands?

R606/1: As I said, release me– now.

Night: And what of your subordinates, you can't expect us–

R606/1: Keep them. I have no use for fools incapable of stopping the likes of you.

Night: I don't have the authority to make any deal with you. I'll have to speak to my supervisor.

R606/1: Better hurry, we wouldn't want any more fallen flies, would we?

[END LOG]