| Exploration Video Log XXXX-1 Transcript
| Date: 1/██/20██
| Exploration team: D-6786 (F, 36)
| Subject: SCP-XXXX
| Mission: To acquire information on the alternate universe within SCP-XXXX
| Equipment: Chest mounted video camera, backpack
[BEGIN LOG]
Video camera is turned on and D-6786 initiates protocol XXXX-GT under the supervision of MTF Iota-87.
D-6786 is shown moving through tar as they enter SCP-XXXX. Footage goes static for ten seconds before cutting to D-6786 emerging from a black puddle surrounded by a large pile of rubble.
D-6786: (Falls onto their hands and knees and violently coughs) What… (takes deep breathe) the fuck.
D-6786 wipes their mouth and stands up. Footage shows a series of dilapidated high rise building as D-6786 climbs over the rubble.
D-6786: Dear god, camera you getting this? A whole city's been leveled!
D-6786 walks around the city gathering flyers and exploring the few partially destroyed buildings.
D-6786: (Walks into the remnants of a steakhouse) building number 5, steakhouse. What a budding scientist I've become. (Imitating Dr ████████) this structure is in complete disarray and has pools of black sludge around the fryers. (D-6786 chuckles) Oh ████████ you overly clinical prick.
D-6786 passes through an archway, gagging at the site of a black mold coating its surface.
D-6786: They should really send in some cleaners, fuck… what's that smell?
D-6786 sniffs the air, walking through various corridors seeming to follow the scent. They eventually arrive at a rotting wooden door.
D-6786: I guess I gotta walk through, there better be something worthwhile in here.
D-6786 kicks the door and the majority of it breaks apart. A light black, dust-like substance is released from the wood and D-6786 wafts it away as they enter the room.
D-6786 stands in place, silently observing a pair of seemingly deceased humanoids; an adult male and a female minor. Male appears to posses a revolver in his right hand and a slightly bloody note in his left. Both subjects appear to have a single bullet wound in the right side of their head.
D-6786: (Mumbles) What the…
The female humanoid suddenly animates, appearing take several deep breaths before emitting a light groaning sound.
D-6786: Oh shit she's alive!
D-6786 runs towards the pair of humanoids, crouching down to eye level with the female.
D-6786: (In a soft high pitched tone) Hey there buddy, it-it's gonna be okay.
D-6786 goes to pick up the humanoid, but upon noticing a black substance trickling from the humanoids wound, she steps back.
The humanoid's groans gradually become louder until its vocalizations become clear.
Female humanoid: What's… happening? Wh-Who's there? Da… Dad?
D-6786 hesitantly walks back towards the humanoids. D-6786 carefully takes the note from the male humanoid and reads it. D-6786 places it in her backpack and sighs.
D-6786: (Looks over at the female humanoid) Don't worry, this'll be over soon.
D-6786 removes the pistol from the male humanoids hand and crouches beside the female humanoid.
D-6786: There there… y-you don't have to suffer anymore.
Female humanoid raises their arm and grabs at the air as D-6786 places the barrel of the revolver on the female humanoid's temple. D-6786 is heard crying softly before pulling the trigger, resulting in the female humanoid's immediate expiry.
D-6786: (Places revolver in backpack and stands up) I think it's about time I leave.
D-6786 exits the building searching for a way to exit SCP-XXXX.
D-6786: Shit, how the hell was I meant to get out?
A loud, high pitched, gurgling scream is heard abruptly coming from one of the surrounding buildings. These screams quickly grow in number, eventually overwhelming the video's audio to the point D-6786 is inaudible (apart from their footsteps).
Two minutes pass before D-6786 locates the entry point of the alternate reality. D-6786 falls down the rubble and attempts to hide from their pursuers.
Footage shows multiple black humanoids, several of which appear to be fused with felines (cats), canines (dogs), and/or columba livia domestica (domestic pigeons) standing atop the rubble. Additionally, half of the subjects opened their torsos and expelled a black fluid that then proceeded to █████ ████ ██████████ █████████.
D-6786 becomes visibly distressed, and runs further down the rubble, eventually falling into the puddle of black liquid. D-6786 thrashes around frantically as they sink into the substance.
Video feed goes static for one minute, resuming after the camera is expelled from SCP-XXXX. Video feed shows the camera on the testing chamber floor surrounded by a translucent red fluid. Another minute passes, after which the camera begins to steadily rise and D-6786 is heard sharply inhaling.
[END LOG]
| Closing statement: D-6786 was detained without incident. Attempts to interview D-6786 were unsuccessful as they were unresponsive. D-6786 is to undergo psychological evaluation and see an on-site therapist until they are able to be interviewed.
| Exploration Video Log XXXX-2 Transcript
| Date: █/█/████
| Exploration Team: D-2223 (M, 27)
| Subject: SCP-XXXX
| Mission: To recover additional information on the alternate universe within SCP-XXXX.
| Equipment: Chest mounted video camera, backpack
[BEGIN LOG]
Video camera is turned on and D-2223 initiates protocol XXXX-GT under the supervision of MTF Iota-87.
Footage again shows the subject moving through tar before going static for ten seconds. Footage resumes, showing the subject emerging from a puddle of black fluid. This time, the subject entered a concrete room with a heavy duty iron door and three bared windows; presumably some sort of "doomsday shelter".
D-2223: What in the hell just happened? I've never felt so violated.
Subject paces around the room for thirty seconds before abruptly coming to a stop. Footage shows the rotting corpse of a person in MTF uniform with black liquid dripping from their oral cavity; causing the subject to vomit.
D-2223: Oh my god, that fucking stench. I've dealt with dead bodies before but this is something else.
Subject examines the body, although they do abstain from coming into contact with it.
Subject notices markings carved into the corpse's head.
D-2223: Holy…The fuck happened to you mate? (Reading the marking)… Adam 5, well that's fuckin' weird.
Subject notices a small USB by the corpse, hesitantly retrieving it and storing it in their backpack.
Subject walks around the room aimlessly for one minute before deciding to look through one of the windows.
D-2223: A… garden? Why the… what is that? (Mumbling) what the fuck.
Subject walks away, turning their attention on the iron door.
Subject examines the iron door, realizing it's unlocked, they attempt to open it. The resulting noise created by the door grinding against the floor causes several black humanoids to suddenly and violently slam themselves into the door.
The humanoid begin forcing the door to open inwards whilst making multiple unintelligible vocalizations. As the door opens one of the humanoids forces their arm through, D-2223 forces the door shut momentarily and cuts off the arm.
D-2223: Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK.
Subject hastily grabs a tissue sample and puts it into a vial.
D-2223: This shits so goddamn slimy. Where the hell is the-THERE.
Subject runs to their initial entry point and sinks into it, holding his middle finger up to the entities while doing so.
[END LOG]
| Closing statement: D-2223 was detained without incident. When an interview was attempted D-2223 was uncooperative with their only statement being "Fuck off.", subject was later terminated.
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