Entrance to caverns as filmed in Incident 3512/A

Exploration Logs - Incident 3512/A

Recording source: Body-cameras of Agent Cooper and Agent Rey

Location: Uncharted cavern system beneath Barcelona, Spain

Date: 20 July 2016 - recording commences 1:07am local time

Both agents' body-cams are set for low-light conditions. The agents walk slowly down a narrow spiral staircase made from smooth stone. Agent Cooper's flashlight illuminates the stairs below. Agent Rey is following.

<echoing footsteps>

Agent Cooper: Okay, we're probably about eighty feet below the rail tunnel now.

Agent Rey: How far down do these bastard stairs go?

Agent Cooper: No idea.

Agent Rey: Surely we could continue this investigation back at the club?

Agent Cooper: I'm not sure what you were doing counts as investigation.

Agent Rey: Ah, you Americans don't know how to live your lives.

Agent Cooper: I've reached the bottom. You don't have much further.

Agent Cooper stands in a low room, shining her flashlight between three tunnel entrances. Agent Rey walks forward to join her.

Agent Rey: Thank God. So which passage do we take?

Agent Cooper's camera picks up a movement some way down the left-hand tunnel. The agents do not appear to notice.

Agent Cooper: I say the centre. Smoothest floor, makes sense it's used the most.

Agent Rey: You're the boss. They all look equally dark and unpleasant to -

Agent Cooper: Sh! Did you hear something?

Agent Rey: Nothing. Maybe the trains?

Agent Cooper: I don't think so - it's too late for that. And it sounded… different. Let's get going. But quietly.

The agents proceed into the tunnel, walking for approximately 12 minutes along a gradual downward slope. The walls and ceiling are also slanted slightly inwards, gradually reducing the size of the tunnel.

Agent Cooper: Looks like a chamber up ahead.

Agent Rey: About time!

The agents emerge into a larger room. Passages continue ahead and to the left, and stone steps lead up to a hole in the ceiling. The walls and ceiling are elaborately carved into abstract organic shapes. The agents separate, looking at the chamber walls.

Agent Rey: It looks like they're melted.

Agent Cooper: I think that's decoration.

Agent Rey: <Looking up the steps> This place must be enormous. You think we're under the Basilica right now?

Agent Cooper: Could be - aah!

Agent Rey: Cooper! You okay?

Agent Rey runs across to Agent Cooper, who is standing by an alcove in the right-hand wall.

Agent Rey: D‎éu n'hi do!

Agent Cooper: God, what is that?

There is a small shape in the alcove. The camera moves closer, revealing a tight bundle of amputated human fingers, pointing outwards.

Agent Rey: Who are these people?

Agent Cooper: It's your city. Okay, let's keep going.

Agent Rey draws his service weapon. Both agents move cautiously into the tunnel opposite the entrance. A dark, viscous substance covers the upper third of the tunnel, shining in the torchlight and occasionally forming large droplets that splatter on the floor.

Agent Rey: What is that shit?

Agent Cooper: Try not to get it on you. We'll take samples on the way back.

The tunnel curves, changing direction regularly, including several steep descents. The agents continue walking for approximately 15 minutes. A whirring mechanical sound slowly becomes audible.

Agent Rey: Can you feel that? The air feels warmer.

Agent Cooper: Another chamber ahead - looks larger.

Agent Rey: Eugh. What is that smell?

Agent Cooper: Oh - that's awful.

The agents emerge into a large natural cavern. Its total size is not clear - the flashlight beams do not reach its far side. Stalactites hang from the roof, and have been carved with shapes including orchids, barnacles and rows of human teeth. The mechanical noise is louder.

The agents walk slowly across the cave floor, scanning with their torches.

Agent Rey: <muffled> The fuck is that?

Agent Cooper: <gagging noises>

The agents reach the banks of a wide, slow-moving river. The surface is pallid and gelatinous, churning with the sluggish current. Downstream, the river flows into a low tunnel.

Agent Rey: A goddamn river of fat. Look at it - it's like it's alive.

Agent Cooper: Congealed lard and grease - must be thousands of gallons. That's where the smell is coming from, and the heat - I bet it's oily underneath that top layer.

Agent Rey: Hey, look - on the other side!

The flashlights shine across the river, revealing three industrial-sized book printing machines. Each is operating noisily, although no electrical connection is evident.

Agent Cooper: One guess as to what they're printing.

Agent Rey: There's no way across. And no exits.

Agent Cooper: That river is flowing somewhere.

Agent Rey: Go into that tiny tunnel? No way. Get the Mole Rats in this shit.

Agent Rey walks across to the other side of the cave, flashlight beam waving.

Agent Cooper: Okay, okay. Let me get some samples, and then we can go back and try some other passages.

Agent Rey turns.

Agent Rey: Look, you can be a neula if you want to, but I -

Agent Rey freezes in place, flashlight pointed at the ceiling.

Agent Cooper: Rey?

Agent Rey: <whispering> Above you. Slowly.

Agent Cooper: What? What is it?

Agent Cooper leans back, and the camera tilts upwards. On the ceiling is an SCP-3512-1 instance approximately 3.5m across, with a central mass 1.5m in diameter. The instance has limbs composed of human spines. Four of these limbs are clinging to a stalactite directly above Agent Cooper, with the others reaching downwards. Agent Cooper raises her service weapon.

Agent Rey: Fuck, it's huge.

Agent Cooper: It's smiling at me. Why is it smiling at me?

Agent Rey: Cooper, what are you - Cooper!

The SCP-3512-1 instance drops from the roof towards Agent Cooper. Agent Cooper fires several shots, appearing to strike the limbs of the instance without effect. The central mass of the SCP-3512-1 instance lands directly on top of Agent Cooper, and her body camera is obscured by a white substance.

Agent Rey's camera films the SCP-3512-1 instance moving towards the river, with Agent Cooper embedded in its central mass. Agent Cooper struggles briefly, and her body then goes limp.

Agent Rey: Vés a la merda.

The SCP-3512-1 instance jumps into the river of fat, dragging Agent Cooper with it.

Agent Rey's body-camera is switched off, and does not reactivate.

Agent Cooper's body-camera remains obscured, but records the wet, sucking noises of the underground river.

20 minutes pass.

Suddenly, the body-camera is no longer obscured, and refocuses to show a very large domed chamber, dimly lit. The river drops from the upper wall of one side of the chamber in a waterfall of curdled fat, and faint splattering sounds can be heard. The microphone also picks up laboured breathing, but no speech.

The view turns to show the opposite side of the dome. This contains an expansive fresco, depicting the Virgin Mary, pregnant, chained to a star-shaped rack by her ankles, wrists and neck. At the base of the figure's throat, a pipe protrudes from the fresco, emitting dark smoke that drifts slowly downwards.

The camera leans forward. The floor of the chamber is partially obscured by smoke, but movement is visible beneath. Moving lower, the camera reveals many hundreds of small SCP-3512-1 instances, in constant motion around and over each other.

Agent Cooper: <indistinct> Hello? Anyone?

Agent Cooper's body-camera rises and moves at a swift walk across the chamber. The movement stirs up the smoke, allowing a clearer view of the chamber floor. There is a human figure lying face-down on the floor, around 30 metres from the camera.

Agent Cooper: <louder> Hello? Who's there?

The SCP-3512-1 instances on the floor are avoiding the prone figure, leaving a circle of empty flagstones around it. As the camera approaches, the figure turns. It is Agent Cooper.

Agent Cooper: <giggling> Wow, that was intense. But I could dance some more, you know? Woo! <screaming>

Agent Cooper looks up and ceases screaming. She smiles, twisting the ends of her hair with her fingers.

Agent Cooper: Hey, wait a second. What's your name, handsome?

The figure wearing the body-camera reaches towards Agent Cooper. Its hand is covered in raw cuts across the palm and wrist. Seven additional fingers protrude from the wounds. All fingers appear to be mobile.

The hand pushes Agent Cooper's hair back from her face, caressing her cheek.

Unidentified: <heavy, ragged breathing>

Agent Cooper: Aw, you're funny and sweet.

Agent Cooper nuzzles her face against the figure's hand, briefly sucking on one of the additional fingers.

Agent Cooper: <laughing> Hey baby, come here.

Agent Cooper reaches up toward the figure. She removes the combat vest containing the body-camera, and places it on the floor of the chamber. The camera is obscured by SCP-3512-1 instances crawling over the vest, and by the thick smoke.

The camera records the scratching and skittering noises of the SCP-3512-1 instances. In the background, indistinct grunting sounds can be heard. These continue for a period of approximately seven minutes, and then cease.

Two minutes later, there is a sharp scream and the distant sound of an object landing heavily. The movement of the SCP-3512-1 instances intensifies, becoming frenzied. The camera rises as the combat vest is picked up. It is abruptly thrown downwards, falling through the smoke into a pit in the floor of the chamber.

The camera falls approximately twenty metres, landing on what appears to be a number of human corpses piled in the centre of the pit. Light conditions are very low, and the camera's view is obscured by a female face in the early stages of putrefaction. It remains able to record sound.

Agent Cooper: <calling out> Baby, don't go.

A heavy scraping noise is heard from above, and the light grows dimmer.

Agent Cooper: Baby, I hurt my leg. Stay with me?

Several other female voices can be heard calling out from within the pit. The camera's view becomes completely dark.

Over the next 28 hours, the camera records the sounds of at least eight female voices. Vocalisations consist primarily of laughter, screaming and indistinct speech. There is no increase in light levels.

Agent Cooper is heard clearly only once, when she approaches the camera's position after approximately 20 hours.

Agent Cooper: I'm hungry. <giggling>

The camera's position is disturbed slightly, and then settles.

At around 26 hours, a deep grinding sound reverberates from below the camera's position. It continues for four minutes, during which the voices in the pit fall silent. The camera records for a further 2 hours in darkness before its batteries expire.