Test Log #: 29

SCP-4801 State: Welcoming

Test Subject: MTF Sigma-22 ("Prey Dogs") Primary Team

Testing Notes: At last, MTF testing has been approved. To finally have test subjects that are familiar and comfortable with test protocol… well, my informal notes here are likely testament to how pleased I am. I think the preliminary Raisa Report may have alerted the higher-ups of the potential danger of this anomaly. The numerous database errors following test 11 were particularly alarming.

Additionally, Sigma-22 specializes in Elevator-based anomalies, which I was not aware were common enough to have their own MTF. I'm not particularly surprised.

The goal of today's testing is to further question SCP-4801 as to its motivations and goals. Sigma-22 is outfitted with portable Scranton Reality Anchors, though it is known they're not always as effective. It is our hope that they will be enough to halt SCP-4801's abilities. What those abilities are—Clearly some measure of reality altering but to what degree? With a few more tests, I believe we can answer that question.

We are outfitting the MTF members with body cameras for further testing as well.

<Begin Audio Log>

Dr. Lark: [Clears throat] Begin log: Test number 29. This will be the first test involving MTF Sigma-22, also known as the "Prey Dogs." I'm joined by Dr. Demi Miles and, our newest addition, Dr. Zoë Palme.

Dr. Palme: Happy to be here, sir.

[MTF Sigma-22 ("Prey Dogs") is finishing gearing up into standard Caution-Class tactical gear within the testing chamber.]

S22-1: Dr. Lark, right? I finished briefing my men. [Pulls on a strip of Velcro to tighten it] Identify yourselves. Mouthfuls for the record and what we'll actually be calling you lot.

S22-2: Sigma-22 Dos, here, sir. I usually go by Dos.

S22-3: Sigma-22 Three, reporting for the record. You can just call me Three.

S22-1: And Sigma-22 One here. Just call me Op.

Dr. Lark: Op, Dos, and Three… alright. Got it. Can you repeat back the protocol?

S22-1: Understood, sir. We are to approach the anomalous elevator, enter it together, and then report. Additionally, a number of questions are to be asked. If the Hume Detection System goes off, we are to begin extraction.

Dr. Lark: Excellent. Are you three prepared, then?

S22-1: Yes, sir. We begin on your call.

Dr. Lark: Demi, Zoë, anything before we begin?

Dr. Miles: Not that I can think of.

Dr. Palme: Same here. I believe that's it. [Pauses] It appears SCP-4801 is in its… Welcoming state. Wide open and brightly lit. Should be safe, right?

Dr. Miles: [Chuckles] Presumably.

Dr. Lark: Very good. Op, you and your team can begin.

[Op nods and motions for the other two men to follow. The group approaches SCP-4801 and enter without incident.]

S22-1: Dr. Lark, initial report: no cause for concern can be observed.

SCP-4801: [Audio picked up on S22-2's mic.] A group of three, how unusual. It is… you to whom I most agree.

S22-2: [Clear's throat] Uh, Dos reporting. I can hear a voice… difficult to tell if feminine or masculine. Op, Three, do you copy?

S22-3: Nothing. Silence for me.

S22-1: Yeah, only silence.

Dr. Lark: We are picking up additional audio only on Dos' mic. You are the first group to enter at once so this was unexpected. Dos, please continue following protocol.

SCP-4801: That one with the name like a bird, always on the outside and I do so wish to have a word.

S22-2: Right… uh, A.J. yes? Are you talking about Dr. Lark?

SCP-4801: I am, young one. The caged bird will not run.

Dr. Lark: [To Dr. Miles] SCP-4801 appears to be threatening me.

SCP-4801: Threat? No. I only do not forget.

S22-2: [Clears throat] So, err, why am I the only one that can hear you?

[Op and Three take position in the rear corners of the elevator as Dos stands in the center.]

SCP-4801: Enlightenment can only be given and my assistance is at its prime when I say so. This is why you are here, is it not, Alejo?

S22-2: No. it's not. We are here to ask you questions. [Quietly down in to body mic] Report: Anomaly knows my civilian name.

[The Portable SRAs let off a small chime.]

Dr. Lark: [To S22-2] That is expected, D-055. [To Dr. Miles]

Dr. Miles: It's Dos, sir.

Dr. Lark: Err, right, right. Apologies. Uh, Dos, that was a slight dip in Hume levels… [Shuffling of papers] That is the first instance of SCP-4801 being incorrect. Isn't it?

Dr. Miles: Yes, sir. We do not have any records of SCP-4801 ever being incorrect in its observations.

S22-1: SRAs are doing their job, then, eh?

SCP-4801: I see, how strange. You come not as a devotee.

[A bell chimes within the elevator]

Dr. Palme: That sounded on all mics, sir.

S22-1: Yeah, heard a… ding of some sort. Dos, what is it saying?

S22-2: Uh, it almost sounds… disappointed, sir.

S22-3: Well, that makes two of us. [Chuckles quietly.]

SCP-4801: I must make a request. If it is not too much, could your companions, who are clearly a bright bunch, vacate my interior? That would really be the best for all of us.

S22-2: Uh, not sure. I really don't think so.

[Elevator lurches in place, shifting up and down.]

S22-1: Dr. Lark, the documents did not mention the elevator moving.

Dr. Lark: It… never has before. Zoë, Dr. Palme, how are the Hume levels looking?

Dr. Palme: Nothing to report, sir. Completely normal.

Dr. Lark: Dos, refuse its request. I don't believe trusting it is in our best interest.

[Elevator lurches once again followed by alarms beginning to blare]

Dr. Palme: Wha—

Dr. Lark: Team, get out of there!

[Alarms continue to blare. The portable SRAs release puffs of smoke, followed by a burst of sparks.]

[Sigma-22 attempts to exit the elevator, but SCP-4801 closes its doors, trapping the operatives inside.]

SCP-4801: A sad lot, you three are. Answering to polite requests will really get you far. But I am kind and I am wise. Today I will lift you from your pathetic existence as experimental flies and soon we shall arise. Important, strong, respected you are. Hidden within is the truth. I will take you there.

Dr. Palme: Sir, I… the Hume levels. These will overwhelm the portable anchors.

Dr. Lark: Yes, I see tha—

[A secondary alarm chimes, overlapping the first. The research team's voices become difficult to hear.]

Dr. Lark: [Shouting] We need to evacuate! Shit, this isn't good! Come on!

[Research team evacuates observation chamber as SCP-4801 lurches, rising within its shaft.]

S22-3: [Voice is muffled and indistinct.] Oh— that… that feels really… uuh, wait… Op, yeah?

S22-1: [Voice also displays a distinct warbling sound.] Wh—what? Oh, r-right, yes. Yes. Op. Op. Op. What is it again? Op, Dos, Three?

[Without warning, S22-2 bends over and vomits on the ground. All cameras display an amount of visual distortion, though no objects within frame are physically displaced. The other two men appear uneasy on their feet and begin touching their tactical gear, as if unfamiliar. The tactical gear is stained a bright orange color which slowly returns to black. A forth figure wearing D-Class garb and lying prostrate on the left side of the carriage appears for a few seconds before sinking through the floor. ]

S22-2: Oh… [Heaves and vomits more.] This is all wrong. We… when did we get these on? Or has—

SCP-4801: Come we ascend…

<MTF Sigma-22 operatives exit wireless transponder range. The following was retrieved from camera memory post-trial.>

S22-2: "S-sir? What is happening to us? Where did Barde go…?"

S22-1: [Nearly falls to the side when the elevator lurches to the left] "I really don't know, Dos. Who the hell is Barde…? Fuckin'… my head hurts like a motherfucker and nothing feels right."

S22-3: "Jesus, you can say that again. Weren't we just a second ago… not…" [S22-3 grasps at his head and groans as if in pain.]

SCP-4801: My home where your future can thrive. No more to be subjects for a life of torture and strife. Swim and dive. Neglect and strife. The many of one become the one of many. The many arms welcome and embrace the spinning clock of time. Yosef, Ciril, Alejo, and Barde will be left behind. Stripped bare, torn, sheared, and destroyed. And so now we can find a form far more refined.

[The bell chimes and SCP-4801 lurches once again before coming to a sudden stop. All three men fall to the ground as S22-1 also vomits. The lights turn off for approximately a second before returning. The three men are now standing, statures at a ready, all previous signs of distress are gone. The vomit has also disappeared. This is confirmed from all three cameras.]

SCP-4801: We have arrived.

Still from camera feed of S22-1.

S22-1: Dos, Three, keep alert. Dr. Lark do you copy? Can you confirm copy?

[Silence in response.]

S22-1: Dammit. Dos, do you still hear the anomaly?

S22-2: No, sir, it has been silent the entire trip.

S22-1: Are you sure?

S22-2: I— [Briefly loses composure, lowering weapon.] Uh, yes, sir. I'm positive. Silence the entire ride. [He looks at the ceiling] A.J.?

[The bell chimes once more and the doors to SCP-4801 begin to open. The other side is dark and featureless until long tube lights on the ceiling switch on. Presumably fluorescent, they take a few moments to reach full brightness. The lights illuminate a dirt path with jet black voids on either side. The lights themselves are attached to a ceiling made of painted red beams suspended in the air.]

S22-1: Begin observation protocol, men. No response from base so it's only us. Don't do anything stupid.

S22-2: Yes, sir.

S22-3: Understood, sir.

[Extended Pause]

S22-1: [Clears throat]Quad, can I get a confirmation?

S22-3: Quad, sir?

S22-1: What? What are you talking about, Three?

S22-3: You… sir, you just—

S22-2: Three, are you okay?

[Both S22-1 and S22-2 look at S22-3 in concern.]

S22-3: Y-yes, I am fine. Uh, there might be some cognative alteration in progress, though, sir. I am positive I heard you mention a "Quad."

S22-1: [Looks at his shoulder and taps the smoking Portable SRA before letting out a slight sigh.] SRAs are toast. Shit. You might be right, Three. We need to be alert and extremely careful, boys. Three, keep the rear and watch the elevator. If it begins to move, we book it back. Dos, you keep watch on our flanks. I don't want any bullshit catching us by surprise from the dark.

S22-2: Got it, Op.

[S22-1 motions to exit the elevator and the team takes formation. The moment they exit the elevator, a bell dings and the doors close simultaneously.]

S22-3: Ah fucking— Op! Shit, that closed fast. [Bangs on the doors] Fuck.

S22-1: [Sighs] Keep calm, Three. Try forcing it open.

SCP-4801-β: [A calm and clearly masculine voice. It is picked up on all three audio recording devices.] Mettā, mettā, mettā. Who does Ajita bring me? [Laughs] Oh, oh! New ones! Not yet comfortable within.

S22-1: Identify yourself! [S22-1 removes his pistol from his waist and scans the area.]

[S22-3 looks around before looking back at the elevator doors and begins an attempt to force it open.]

SCP-4801-β: This is such a gift. A grand gift. You know very well my name just as I gave you yours.

S22-3: Op, the door isn't budging.

SCP-4801-β: Of course. It is not done. Ajita can only open wide your souls so much. So thus, you are before me. Mettā, mettā, mettā.

[The elevator dings once more before it sinks quickly in to the ground. Behind it, the pathway continues in the opposite direction as well.]

SCP-4801-β: You must understand. Your minds swim in a sea of potential. I insist, we will make it whole. Now. Move.

[The three men lurch forward briefly as the lights overhead flicker.]

S22-1: Dammit, okay. Dos, Three, same positions. Let's advance.

[The other two men nod in confirmation before the team begins moving forward. The audio devices on all three men pick up separate sets of sounds. Audio analysis reveals them to be voices of some sort, though no coherent words are recognizable. Additionally, the video records on all three men display some degree of digital corruption.]

SCP-4801-β: Four brought to me. I see what you once were. Not fully formed, still you stumble. This will all change. Death to who you once were. It must be bled from your soul. Dukkha, dukkha, dukkha.

S22-3: Does this bastard only speak in riddles?

S22-1: Three, it's probably best we don't anger the disembodied voice.

S22-3: Yeah, I know… just a bit on edge, sir. I feel weird as shit. Like… this constant sinking feeling. The kind you usually get in your stomach but it's just all over.

S22-1: Oh, good, it's not just me then. Dos, you feel that too?

S22-2: Yeah. Like someone is pulling a string attached to my skin. Really fucking weird.

[S22-1's camera shows a short table revealed on the right side within the darkness off the path. The tile floor it sits on lights up as an intricately designed chandelier made of golden elephants and lotus flowers lowers from above.]

S22-1: Men, confirm visual on a table?

S22-3: [Sniffs the air] Uh, Dos, Op, do you smell that?

S22-2: [Sniffs] Is that… Barde?… Sir, I confirm visual on the table as well.

[S22-2's camera only displays extreme corruption.]

S22-3: R-right, also confirm visual. B-barde? [Yelling] Barde! Fuck, Barde answer us!

[S22-3's camera also only displays extreme corruption.]

SCP-4801-β: The Sutra of the Blooming Yeast. The great one gifts us, as does yeast rise; and so shall you.

S22-1: Yeah, that's definitely bread. Look.

[S22-1 nods towards the table on which now sits a large loaf of bread. The corruption on S22-2 and S22-3's cameras ends and confirms visual of a loaf of bread.]

S22-2: Op, sir… I'm sure I don't need to say it, but this is getting really fucking weird.

S22-3: [Incredulous] What do you mean, 'getting'? Dos, this has been fucking weird for a while now.

S22-1: Cut it out, you two. Let's advance on the table but stay alert. Keep tight and move slow.

[The three men follow the new path as it shifts from dirt to a tile which appears to be marble. Besides the table with the bread, the chandelier, and the previous endless path, they are surrounded by darkness. As they approach the table, four wooden chairs seem to fold in to existence, on each side of the rectangular table.]

SCP-4801-β: Before you, a Tsok. Partake and you shall find your way home. I insist.

[S22-3 looks back at S22-2 and S22-1. S22-1 shakes his head in the negative. Behind S22-1, a large moon-like orb rises from below the void until it perfectly circles S22-1's head. S22-2 and S22-3 do not comment on this.]

S22-1: Look… voice. Guy. We're not going to eat your bread. It is against protocol.

SCP-4801-β: Protocol? Oh punctured one, you have not found protocol in your current form. How can you know that which I have not given you yet?

S22-2: What the hell is this thing talking about? Protocol is pretty clear here.

S22-1: It is… I don't— [S22-1's eyes widen as his pupils grow larger] I… Dos, what is… [Groans in pain.]

[The video displays an extreme degree of digital distortion on all three body cameras. The distortion clears and all three men are sitting at the table with the bread no longer sitting on it. With a blank stare, Three swallows.]

S22-3: [Comes to with a sharp inhale.] O-op, sir, we need to get out of here.

SCP-4801-β: Your paths have converged. Four becomes three. The splitting of the bread rises the three that remain above their station. Ceto-vimutti. Suffering extends and grows, lifts and rises. And so, do not mourn. Sacrifice is only the end.

S22-2: Op, snap out of it! [S22-2 stands up from the chair and approaches S22-1 and shakes him.]

S22-1: [Is coming to.] D-Dos…? What happen to… [Heaves slightly, leaning over the table.] Oh Christ, did we eat him?

SCP-4801-β: No more. You can return. The germ planted, make the soil ready for me.

[A bell chimes in all three mics as the cameras display heavy distortion once again. The distortion clears and all three men are within SCP-4801 once again in identical positions to when they entered. They do not look distressed, standing in a prepared defensive position while holding their weapons. The door to the elevator opens, revealing the test chamber. The observation room is empty. The sirens from before are still at full alert.]

S22-1: Careful men… the elevator clearly moved, this can't be the same test chamber.

S22-2: Yes, sir.

[The entrance door to the test chamber swings open with force and the Secondary team of MTF Sigma-22 enters the chamber. Their weapons point at the Alpha team.]

S22 Secondary Team Leader: [Commanding] Get down! Stand down, all three of you! Do not resist!

<MTF Sigma-22 ("Prey Dogs") Alpha Team is apprehended without incident and taken for questioning. Despite being missing for four days, all three men insisted that they had been gone for no longer than a few seconds. They also did not recognize any footage shown to them from body camera memory. S22-2 displayed the most severe reaction to the footage, briefly losing consciousness when shown a still of dirt path taken during their exploration. All three men confirmed no knowledge of anyone named "Barde.">

<No other unusual behaviors by the Alpha Team have been displayed since this incident. Testing on SCP-4801 has been halted until further notice. RAISA has reported extensive temporal tampering to Foundation systems but has not been able to successfully identify the entirety of the altered data. Currently, it is suspected that the tampering is so excessive that current systems are not set up to cross-reverence corruption to this degree.>

<SCP-4801 has been in its Red State since this incident. Additionally, Hume levels have settled at just below normal in a 10m radius around SCP-4801 with no fluctuation.>