Second Exploration of SCP-3173
1/1/20██
Exploration Personnel: MTF W-8: “The Librarians”
Note: After Dr. █████ left the project, Dr. Nelson took over the oversight and exploration of SCP-3173. Next expedition is approximately one month later.
[Start Log]
W8-1: All right, this is a standard equipment check. Are you reading us, Doctor?
Dr. Nelson: Confirmed, I am receiving all 5 video feeds
W8-5: Cool. Let's find this “angry fart”.
Dr. Nelson: Please take this seriously, W8-5. We don’t know what 3173-1 is capable of.
W8-5: Hey, that's why we're here, isn't it?
W8-1: It is, so let's move. Oh, by the way — Happy New Year, Doctor.
Dr. Nelson: Thank you. Now, keep your eyes open. The D-Class who explored this prior to you claim that 3173-1 is difficult to see.
W8-5: We all read the mission briefing, Doc.
W8-1: Settle down, both of you. Come on, let's go.
W-8 passes through the barrier.
Dr. Nelson: W8-1, your team's weapons don't seem to be at the ready. Please confirm.
W8-1: Confirmed. I made the call. Bullets aren't going to do much against gaseous creatures, and I don't want anyone getting trigger happy at shadows, especially with this visibility.
W8-5: We've got standard intangible countermeasures packed, though. Just in case.
Dr. Nelson: Confirmed. Be careful out there.
W8-1: Roger that. Anyone got eyes yet?
W8-2: Nothing yet. This fog is thick. I'd estimate visibility at about 4 meters, tops.
W8-4: Thermal isn’t picking anything up either. Either it's ambient temperature, or it's not here.
Dr. Nelson: We have no reason to believe it left the area.
W8-3: What's 'the area'? Just inside the barrier? Because that's pretty big.
W8-5: And there's nothing special about this part of the jungle that I can see. If I was a gas monster, I'd want to stretch my legs some.
W8-1: They've got a point. Let's fan out.
13 minutes of extraneous dialogue and footage have been cut from the log
W8-4 walks up to a clearing in the forest. The area is a few meters wide and filled with tall grass. She stops suddenly on the edge of the clearing
W8-4: [quietly] Hey, Doc? I found your fart.
Dr. Nelson: Are you sure? I can’t make anything out.
W8-4: I'm sure. It's just like the D-Boy described it. Looks like the air above a fire.
W8-1: All right, Librarians — report to W8-4’s location, pronto.
W8-4: It’s in a clearing ahead of me. I don't think it knows we're here yet. Let's keep it that way for as long as we can.
W8-4’s camera picks up the clearing. No movement is visible, save for a brief shimmer in the air directly in the center, mostly obscured by the grass. The opposite end of the clearing is wholly obscured by fog. After roughly 2 minutes, the rest of W-8 arrives at W8-4’s location.
Dr. Nelson: I still don’t have a visual on 3173-1. I think it's the fog. Can you get closer without alerting it?
W8-4 moves begins to move towards 3173-1. Approximately 3 meters away, the fog disperses suddenly, presumably due to the influence of 3173-1, which can be briefly seen. It is amorphous, and can only be distinguished from the air around it by movement and a slight distortion effect. 3173-1 moves slowly towards W8-4, who retreats to regroup with the rest of W-8
W8-4: Shit! Here it comes!
W8-1: [quietly] Back away, Librarians. and get ready to run. [Calling out to 3173-1] Stay back! We don't want to hurt you, but we will defend ourselves!
3173-1 shows no sign of altered trajectory. As it continues to approach, W8-1 fires his rifle at the entity, which shoots downwards and disappears from the camera feed
W8-5: Ha! Looks like we scared that fart straight!
W8-1: Doctor, 3173-1 appears to have vanished into the shrubbery. We have lost visual.
Dr. Nelson: We know the entity is fairly slow. It has to still be nearby. Keep your eyes open.
W8-4: If it's in the grass, we've lost it. Can't see a dsmn thing between the fog and the foliage.
Dr. Nelson: Understood. Please continue pursuit regardless.
W8 continues to search the area in silence for approximately 10 minutes
W8-1: Yeah, It's gone, Dr. Nelson. It could be anywhere by now. Requesting permission to return to camp and start fresh tomorrow.
Dr. Nelson: [sigh] Granted, W8-1. You may return to camp for debriefing and review at your ready.
W-8 returns to the edge of the forest. As they get near the edge of the forest, W8-1 signals his team to stop.
W8-1: Wait. Wait, hold up, Librarians. I just thought of something.
W-8 halts.
Dr. Nelson: What’s the issue, Whiskey One?
W8-1: Gas can’t move outside of the barrier, right? And that creature, as far as we can tell, is made totally of gaseous matter.
Dr. Nelson: Correct.
W8-1: But the gas in our lungs isn't pushed out when we enter 3173. Or leave.
There is a slight pause before W8-4 suddenly begins sprinting for the barrier.
W8-1: Stop! Stop, or I'll shoot!
Dr. Nelson: What? What's going on? W8-1, report!
When W8-4 is approximately 3 meters from the barrier, W8-1 fires 4 rounds into her legs
Dr. Nelson: Was that gunfire? Someone report!
W8-1: The- the skip — 3173-1 vanished suddenly. I realized it might have gone into one of our lungs. Soon as I said that, Whiskey 4 took off running. Didn't stop when I warned her. Skip must have gotten her. If I hadn't fired, we'd have had a containment breach. [Pause] Look, Doc, maybe if you send a med team with hazmat suits, we can —
W8-1 is interrupted by the sound of W8-4 muttering. Her voice is notably slurred and distorted.
W8-4: So… close.
Dr. Nelson: Wait… that’s incredible! SCP-3173-1 is to capable of taking over the functions of a host through the respiratory system?
W8-1: I've got more important problems right now than gawking, Doctor! Hey! Don't move!
W8-4: So close.
W8-4 continues to crawl towards the barrier, despite her legs being disabled.
W8-1: Someone grab her!
W8-2: What if we get too close and it jumps to us instead?
W8-5: Damn it! Why the hell weren't we provided gas masks for this mission?
W8-1: There'll be time for a damn debriefing later! Hey! I said stop moving! This is your last warning before I open fire!
W8-4 continues to approach the barrier. At approximately 1.5 meters, W8-1 opens fire. W8-4 is struck twice in the head and terminated instantly. A short pause in radio chatter follows.
Dr. Nelson: You did what you had to do, W8-1. Now get out of there.
W8-3: I don’t think that’ll be easy. 3173-1 is still there. Just sitting over her corpse. Like it crawled out of her.
W8-1: Don’t let it near you. We don’t know how long it takes to— shit! Get back! Everyone, get back!
Dr. Nelson: W8-1, please report.
W8-1: The damn thing just disappeared! It's gone! I said get back, everyone!
W-8 complies, retreating further into the jungle from the location of W8-4’s corpse. There is radio silence for several seconds.
W8-2: Fuck. Do you think it’s still here?
W8-1: I'm sure of it. It could have already possessed one of us.
W8-5: I'm clear. Don’t think the skip touched me. And remember, it couldn't talk right when it was possessing W8-4, right? But I'm talking fine.
W8-3: So am I. So that makes all 4 of us. I'd say we're clear.
W8-5: We should move out before it does get one of us.
W8-1: No, I don’t trust that, I’m sure one of us is possessed. 3173-1 wouldn’t just vanish unless it had entered one of us, I’m certain. And Whiskey Four was talking more normally by — the end.
Dr. Nelson: I’m going to contact command, see what they can do.
W8-1: Yeah, you do that. Maybe if we're lucky — WAIT. Shit. Everyone, point your guns down, now.
W8-5: What? Why?
W8-1: It's only a matter of time before it realizes how to use them and opens fire. Everyone, guns —
W8-3: Hang on, that doesn't make any sense. How could 3173-1 learn how we function so fast? It spent minutes controlling Four, but still could barely speak. You think it's going to pick up marksmanship just like that?
Dr. Nelson: No, W8-1 has a point. It learned how to control W8-4’s motor functions in a matter of seconds.
W8-3: So what? That doesn't mean it's going to pick up what a gun is immediately, or how to impersonate one of us.
Dr. Nelson: It certainly seemed to pick up on what W8-1 was saying when it made a run for it earlier. And its speech functions were improving by the end. I’m sure it has some kind of ability to connect to the brain. The respiratory system sends oxygen into the blood and all over the body. It would only take a few moments to reach the brain with how high your heart rates are right now.
W8-1: It could even have access to our memories by now.
W8-3: This is all just speculation. Just because it managed to puppet Whiskey Four for a few minutes doesn't make it a damn mind reader! It may already have had language capabilities, not picked up any memories from her.
Dr. Nelson: Even so, we should err on the side of —
At this point in the feed, W8-5 raises his rifle towards W8-3.
W8-5: You could have at least made it less obvious, you flatulent fucker.
W8-1: Hey! I said everyone keep their damn rifles DOWN!
W8-5: Listen to her! That's exactly what the skip would say!
W8-3: You were the first one to say talking right meant we were clear! Maybe it's you!
W8-1: STAND DOWN, both of you! Think about what you're doing! If you shoot the wrong person, you're just helping the skip! We don’t know how this thing thinks. Our best move right now is to wait for command to send a hazmat squad or something and sort this out. So everyone lower your weapons.
W8-3 and -5 slowly comply.
W8-1: Good. Now let's get cozy and —
At this time, W8-2 quickly raises his rifle and shoots W8-5 in the forehead. He turns to shoot W8-1, who is able to raise his rifle to return fire. W8-1 and W8-3 fire a combined 12 rounds into W8-2, who expires immediately. Video analysis shows the distortion effect identified with with SCP-3173-1 rising from the corpse.
W8-3: Shit, I see it!
W8-1: Then it's not in either of us! Run! To the barrier, go!
The two remaining MTF units sprint towards the wall. As observed in the previous log, the entity is much slower than the two MTF, and fails to catch them before they breach the barrier. The remaining audio has been deemed irrelevant and cut to preserve MTF unit privacy.
In the aftermath of this mission, both remaining units were offered amnestics after standard debriefing. W8-3 accepted, but W8-1 declined, citing a wish to honor the memories of his squadmates, and has been transferred from MTF duty pending two weeks' bereavement leave. An inquest regarding personnel casualties has been opened.
[End Log]