Per 
Thank you so much for doing this.
Site 108 is for safe and Euclid, and site 228 is for Keter
at that time, SCP-027 is Type-E
[begin by lengthly talking about the background of Site 108, it's uses, it's wide variety of containment cells, and its bizarre fascination with April 4th, 1994.
Site 108 has always had a complicated relationship with actual SCPs. There have never been more than 5 SCPs in the place at once all of them safe.
Most of the time, staff got stuck with pounds of paperwork, reading up on countless documents and other things that where much more interesting than their daily lives. Working in 108 was not unlike working in any other office, with the occasional anomaly thrown in. It was what almost everyone in the foundation wished their days were like; boring and mundane.
That is, except for that one day.
Site staff treated Aprilm4th like a Holiday. It was the one day that anything interesting had ever occurred at the site. The one time they got to get off their asses and actually do something. Staff shares countless stories of the day (each with varying degrees of legitimacy), they have a mini-museum artifacts, they even had a reenactment one time. All the staff seems to have an unhealthy fascination with the event, even though almost everyone who was actually there on that day was either dead, transferred or ammnestized. Only a couple dozen of the staff actually remember being there.
Officially, the foundations report on what they call Incident-027-A was as follows
Incident-027-A
Involved Personnel: 370
Fatalities: 7
Note: The Foundation first heard of SCP-027-01 from a construction crew (██████ ████ Industries), who were appraising the abandoned warehouse for possible renovations. At 9:07 AM, the ███████ Sanitation Department was called by the construction company, with reports of abnormally large amounts of rats, cockroaches, insects, spiders and other pests within the warehouse. The Sanitation department sent a team of 17 men to investigate, and began dousing the warehouse in low level pesticides, until SCP-027-01 emerged from a pile of worms and began attacking one of the workers, ripping off his mask and screaming that they "Must not hurt his brethren.". At 11:47 AM, the police and medical services where called by the Sanitation department about a mentally unstable homeless man living with feral animals. A foundation agent within the ███████ police department informed the foundation about the possible anomalous nature of the man, and upon further inspection by Agent ████ , a mobile task force was called in and the police where told to seal the building and prevent anyone from entering. Ammnestics where supplied to all those involved.
Timeline of events:1:45 A.M : Mobile Task Force Gamma Nine is sent into an abandoned warehouse ███████, ██
1:50 Gamma Nine makes contact with SCP-027-01, lying in a bed of small insects (later determined to be crickets, beetles, weevils and ants)
Nights where always the hardest for Ken.
For years he'd been stationed at the night watch for Site 545, watching as the cool crisp nights would slowly turn into morning. It wasn't a particularly bad life, but one that was not partilcurly fulfilling either. His job was to ensure no one got in, no one got out, and he was damn good at it.
Ken was a decent father; punishing when he had to be, but loving and kind to those he was close to. He could lose his temper easily, but couldn't stay mad for long, especially at his lovely with and two little boys. He wasn't home all the time, but the boys usually got to see him for a couple hours after school. He'd start his shift at 7:00 p.m. and leave twelve hours later. Ken would sleep for a couple hours, and wake up to Jackson and Alan coming home from school. He'd play with them and ask them how their day was, and always before he was ready to go back, he'd get a kiss from his wife and a hug from his kids, and Ken was out the door.
He'd watch the fence and patrol the inside with his three other partners, Fitzgerald, Cromley and a third officer with a last name Ken could never pronounce. Truth be told, he never really understood why he had to guard the outside, all the action seemed to occur on the inside of the tall, grey building. But that never stopped him from doing his job. Pay was good, why ask questions?
They where never told what that action was, as Ken was under the impression that it was a top secret military and that it would be treason to poke your head through the door and take a peak.
He never even saw any real action. Sure, he had a few nights when "d-class" tried to escape, but they never got anywhere far. He'd cringe hearing the shotguns fire on them, but he knew it was for the best. "They where rapists and murderers" Ken would say to himself, "They deserved it."
In fact, looking back on it, the only two nights that stuck out for Ken where the ones that got him in this goddamn mess in the first place.
The first was in April, of 1994. Ken thinks it was the 16th, but the foundation, as he later found out he was working for, refuse to tell him the exact date. It was a quiet, cool night. Ken and Fitzgerald found themsleves arguing with that mystery fourth guard again. The man was a full on socialist, and he would always argue with Ken about the latest political struggles. Around 2 in the mourning, without warning, four armed guards rush out of the building and inform the men that the gates are going to have to be opened. Ken had never had to do a gate opening this late in the night (most supply delivery occurred around 45 minutes before he would check in. Nevertheless, when a man with a gun tells you to open a gate, you open the gate.
Slowly, a few scientists started trickling out of the building, some walking while other practically sprinted, equal parts horror and excitement in the air. Ken didn't have enough time to comprehend what was even happening before the men with guns started yelling once again. "All personal step back! Get into organized lines by department! Dr. Hart will be coming to tell you all what to do! Silence Please!" The armed guards had a megaphone now, and the low sounds of a frenzy morphed into bregrudgined silence. Ken could hear a shrill siren coming from inside the building, not unlike a fire drill.
Soon after, a man who looked very much like he was in charge stepped out into the parking lot. Taking the megaphone from the guards, the man began. "Good evening, everyone. Now, I know there is a lot of excitement here, but we need to ensure that we do this in an orderly and safe fashion. Now, I don't know much about this new anomaly, but all I know is it's dangerous."
A low gasp fluttered across the parking lot. The man continued. "Not Keter. We think. But regardless the MTF had no causualities, so don't dick around and we'll be fine."
"Now, this anomaly psychically attracts vermin like spiders, mosquitos, cockroaches, rats…"
One of the armed guards poked the doctor on the shoulder and pointed in ken's direction. He slaps his hand and immediately continues
"Basically all those things. Nothing that dangerous, we think the animals are non-anomalous, but they are feral, and a rat bite still hurts like hell. We estimate their about 5 minutes from here. They told me that no matter what you are expecting to see, it's gonna be worst. Guards, I need you to ready yourself to start shooting any animal that tries to attack you. Do not, and I repeat do not fire at the truck. Personal, we're gonna need to start tests as soon as possible, so we need a group collecting live and dead samples of any animals we can find." He pointed at a couple of men in white coats with a red line on the side. "Murphy and Bell, go make sure the emergency containment cell is open. I need any entomologists, zoologists and veterinarians to grab as many people as they need and go back inside and start figuring out what the hell is going on. Be sure to run the general expirements only. Figure out if the bugs are amonlous or not, as quickly as you can. Everyone else, b-"
Before the doctor can finish his sentence, a u-haul swerves to the gate, honking it's horn. Ken opens the gate, later being chastised for not asking for proper identification, and the unusual sight of what must have been over a hundred rats running towards the now stopped vehicle.
, chasing the truck until it came to a stop. They where leaping onto the truck and trying to get into the haul. The director gets in a few last words before rushing back inside. Ken sees the man inside the car, sorounded with bugs
Following the truck is a literal flood of rats, cockroaches, insects, and other "creepy crawlies", as Cromley put it. Ken swore he saw one of the scientists faint. The silence enforced by the megaphone was instantly shattered, as the groups either ran from the truck or stared in disbelief. Some of the animals where running around the truck, but it was clear most of them where trying to get in. Ken saw rats crawling up the exhaust pipe, worms slithering under the hood. Bugs where being pushed off the window from wipers like heavy snow. One of the men in the car opened the door as an attempt to get out, instead letting in millions of bugs. Coughing, Ken closed the door.
Ken still isn't willing to admit it, but he vomited twice that night, once after seeing the truck pull in, and the next after seeing a trail of ticks crawling all over a fainted scientist. He pulled in three scientists into the opening booth and locked the doors, swarms of locusts all over the windows. He hears a voice on the monitor now, a much younger voice than the man with the megaphone, shaky and fearful.
Low-Level Containment Breach at opening. Full alert, this is not a drill. We need a HAZMAT team in Parking Area - A that can escort the subject to Containment Room B. I repeat, Containment Room B. Employees, do not leave shelter. I repeat, do not leave shelter.
The a thick fog of bugs clouded the outside. Ken and his companions waited, silently, excusing the sobbing, for something to do. The message was played on a loop and while it felt like hours, but Cromley said it hadn't been been more than twenty minutes.
Subject has been successfully contained. Pests are assumed non-anomlous but still feral. Employees, do not leave shelter. HAZMAT team will be delivering gas masks and protective clothing to all.
Slowly, light tricked through the insect stained glass, Ken started talking with the scietists he found himself captive with, demanding an explanation as to what they just went through.
"MTF Upsilon Alpha tracked down something in town. Some sort of rat monster is w-" before the doctor realized who she was saying this to. Ken lacked the creditianls to even know that thing existed, and here she was explaining it to him. "Aw fuck. We'll have to amnestize you later." she said with a frown.
Ken was too nervous to ask what she meant by that.
It wasn't util 9am when a man wearing a gas mask opened the door and let in a sizable swarm of flies. He threw a dozen gas masks at all of them, which Ken struggled to put on with the flies flying inches around his faces, before being stopped by the man. Struggling to talk threw the mask, the muffled voice said "Essiantal personal only. Anyone else, leave. We're dumping pesticides all over this place. " Ken and the other officers, swatting and struggling to breathe, quickly ran to the exit. After running as fast as he could to get away from the vermin, and after realizing his car was still in the parking lot, Ken walked the long walk home, itchy and tired.
Of course, Ken doesn't remember any of this, as about an hour after getting home, two foundation employees where sent to his house to amnestize Ken about the entire ordeal. Looking back on it now, Ken likes to think that if he truly knew what horrors went on that night, he would have quit.
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Kenneth French
People never change.
Don't you understand it? Don't you understand what you're doing? You throw millions of lives away but are diisgusted by life living back. You call these animals vermin simply because they will not leave. They think that you will not hurt on of your own. A mistake, on their part. You try your best to save a man from a situation you do not think he loves. You wish to free him from a prison you put him in.
