Date: 2019/10/17

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]