Exploratory log 4183-2 was recovered from the corpse of MTF Epsilon-9-11.
This audio log was found clutched in MTF Epsilon-9-11's right hand covered in tears and blood after emerging from SCP-093.
13/10/08 ET4183-2 LOG:
We left today. Seven of us, armed to the teeth with only one way of getting home. If we fuck this up, what the hell do we do? It's like we're fucking D-Class, why are we being sent here? Fuck if I know.
14/10/08 ET4183-2 LOG:
We set up camp today. The researchers on the other side told us this mission could be over instantly if we appeared somewhere heavily populated on Earth. Apparently we're somewhere in East-Asia, can't remember where though. Luckily for us, these big robot bastards usually stick to roads. I'm gonna kip now. I'll log whenever I can.
16/10/08 ET4183-2 LOG:
So we got briefed on our mission today. They're gonna guide us on the satellite and we have to somehow make our way to northern Russia. Northern fucking Russia. Apparently this place is mostly abandoned, but there's still human stuff here like planes and helicopters. We just have to find them. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention. Yesterday one of the tech guys took a sample of the air here, and apparently we're breathing carbon-dioxide. Not really sure how since it should kill us, but here we are.
21/10/08 ET4183-2 LOG:
Guess what we found today? A fucking helicopter! The tech guys are rigging it up with fuel and all that, the boys back home are going to guide us with the satellite and keep us informed on how many of those robot dicks are near us. We haven't seen any yet, and hopefully we never will. I forgot to mention, the way we're getting home is through ANOTHER SCP object. Who would've thought? That Red Sea… uh… Red Sea Object, 093. The commander is carrying a mirror in his bag with that thing in it. Apparently we're going to go through that to get back home. They cross tested 4183 and 093 a couple months back and apparently it works. Who would've known?
25/10/08 ET4183-2 LOG:
We've been travelling for days now. Apparently we're on the outskirts of Russia now, and we've only had to re-fuel a couple times. We've seen a few of those robots from up here. Fucking scary looking. We had a little laugh when we heard Eminem songs blasting up from down there, real funny. Not exactly sure why these robots have a good taste in music, but they do. No casualties and none missing. All is going well. We should be home for Christmas if we're lucky. Anyway, lights out now. We've set up a camp on top of a tall building. One of the techies rigged up a fire trap to the door. We're still gonna take turns keeping watch of course, just in case we get any 'visitors'.
31/10/08 ET4183-2 LOG:
Halloween now. So scary. This place has kind of been disappointing until now. Apparently at the end of each month, the sky changes colour. Not sure why, but we woke up to a blood red sky. Pretty cool looking to be honest. One of the tech guys snapped a picture and mentioned something about a desktop wallpaper. Crazy bastard. We encountered one of those robots yesterday. We were all kind of shook up, so I didn't have time to log. It didn't kill anyone, but it dislocated 08's right shoulder. We're thinking of sending him back, but we haven't been in contact with mission command for a couple days. We'll get in touch tomorrow I guess.
01/11/08 ET4183-2 LOG:
08's had it rough. He woke up this morning with not only a dislocated shoulder, but now his arms broken too. Not sure how, it must've happened in the night. Fucking weird. Anyway, we're gonna send him through 093 back home now. 09s gonna go with him just incase. That leaves just five of us now. Me, 12, two tech guys and the poor pilot from Epsilon-██. We'll see how things go tomorrow.
Note: MTF Epsilon-9-08 or MTF Epsilon-9-09 were never found or recovered. SCP-093 re-appeared in the mirror we originally had it stored in. We sent D-1998 through SCP-4183 and he appeared only 1km away from MTF Epsilon-9. It is unclear whether this was by pure coincidence, or SCP-4183 has anomalous effects yet to be discovered. MTF Epsilon-9's location was shared, and D-1998 transferred SCP-093 to them.
03/11/08 ET4183-2 LOG:
We had one hell of a wake up call, A D-Class came through carrying the Red Sea Object. Apparently the researchers over the other side sent him over here with it. We got ordered to terminate him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. The kid was only 19. We told command that we terminated him, but we just hid him on the chopper. We'll be fine.
After D-1998 returned to Site-4183 with SCP-093, he was immediately debriefed and terminated. Due to lack of resources and time, ET4183-2 was considered a lost cause and one final message was sent to MTF Epsilon-11 debriefing the circumstances. After this, ties were cut and MTF Epsilon-11 was deemed K.I.A.
04/11/08 ET4183-2 LOG:
That son of a fucking bitch! He killed everyone and took the chopper! It's all my fucking fault, I left him alive! He got out through SCP-093 I guess, the researchers on the other side cut me loose this morning. They thanked me for my service, and fucking left me. I'm alone. I'm all alone… Oh god…
MTF Epsilon-11 begins to audibly cry
I did everything they wanted… who cares if I left a little D-Class alive. This fucking foundation. I'll have to get home somehow, avenge my commander and show this fucking foundation what I'm made of. I'm keeping this log for the sake of my own sanity.
05/11/08 ET… who fucking cares.
I stocked up on ammo and weapons last night, I've got my plan. These big robot bastards… if they can appear in our world through the iPad thing, they must be the key, right? Surely if I dismantle one I can find some sort of clue… anything… I want to see my wife…
07/11/08:
I fucking did it! I found and killed one of those robot bastards! I'm dismantling it now, hopefully I find something other than weapons and music speakers this time. Oh yeah, rations ran out today. I guess I have to try my hand at hunting or farming… ha…
07/11/08-2:
A few hours have gone past and I finished. I fully dismantled the robot and guess what I found? Fucking nothing. Zero. That was my last chance. I'm gonna spend tomorrow trying to find a food source, anything. I don't care what, I need to eat to survive. I need to eat to see my… wife aga-
Audio suddenly cuts out.
10/11/08:
Sorry we haven't caught up recently… whoever is listening to this… I found a small town with shops and houses, and I raided all the food shops of tinned food and bottled water. The water tasted like shit, but I guess it will get me through the week. This place looks pretty identical to my home, so I came up with a plan… I'll go to Site-██b and find SCP-093. It's got to be there, right? Right?
21/11/08:
I found a Russian attack helicopter last week. I don't know what type it is because I'm a pureblood American, but all I know is it's armed to the teeth. I must've killed hundreds of those robots on my way here. I stopped at an airbase in what I can gather is England. If I'm right, then Site-██b is only about a week away. Please god, just let me have this.
24/11/08:
My fucking arm. It's broken. That fucking robot started giggling then it grabbed my arm and just snapped it in it's hand. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FU
Audio cuts out.
01/12/08:
I made it. I'm here. All I can see is green skies ahead, literally. But I'm here. I'm walking toward Gate A right as I'm logging this. This is it. I'm coming home.
The location of Site-██b was entrusted to MTF Epsilon-9 a long time ago, but subject MTF Epsilon-9-11 shows remarkable skill and co-ordination to be able to pinpoint and locate Site-██b without satellite assistance. This skill and consistent demonstration of complete mastery has lead the foundation to look into MTF Epsilon-9-11's past, possible SCP classification will be considered.
01/12/08-2:
I found it. I found the fucking mirror. I'm coming back.
MTF Epsilon-9-11 begins to cry loudly, and the sound of 'U Cant Touch This' slowly begins emanating from the audio log.
Oh fuck, that's what I was afraid of. I'll be home in a minu-
AAAAA-
MTF Epsilon-9-11 begins screaming loudly, most likely from pain.
NO I CA-
MTF Epsilon-9-11 falls into SCP-093 and reappears in Site-4183 through unknown means. MTF Epsilon-9-11 died three (3) seconds later due to blood loss. Subject was missing a leg and an arm, with a chunk of this neck removed.
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