Mission Parameters: Investigate sites of interest and terminate all affected individuals.
Personnel: Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ("City Slickers")
Additional Information: The following is an audiovisual transcript of a staged raid on an apartment complex in downtown ████████. Members of MTF Pi-1 were equipped with standard deep-cover tactical wear, including low-profile Kevlar suits and suppression-integrated Maxim 9mm handguns. Agents were posted outside exit points from the apartment complex while Pi-1 infiltrated the interior.
[BEGIN LOG]
Alpha: Alright, mics on, everybody check in.
Bravo: Bravo here.
Foxtrot: Foxtrot, check.
Echo: Echo, checking in.
Command: Delta? Where's Delta?
Delta: Here, sorry. Setting up the camera. Should be coming live now.
Alpha: We're ready to go. Command, please confirm video feed.
Delta's visual broadcast activates, revealing a run-down urban alleyway leading to the back entrance of the complex. The building has multiple floors, the windows of each have been boarded up with plywood.
Command: Affirmative. You are clear to proceed.
Pi-1 is seen swiftly making their way to the door, treading through puddles and various detritus.
Alpha: Alright, we are approaching the entryway. Control, anything we should know about this place?
Command: Your guess is as good as ours.
Delta: Shit, door's locked.
Alpha: I told them they should have got us a dremmel. (sighs) Command, do we have permission to barge the door?
Command: That is not advised. It is very likely to draw attention.
Echo: Wait, I've got it, give me a second.
Delta: What are you-
Bravo: Aha, very good.
Command: Yes?
Alpha: Echo jimmied the lock with his ID badge. Crafty bugger.
Echo: There we are. Let's go.
Pi-1 quietly enters the building, revealing a dark hallway with four doors on either side. Shoulder mounted flashlights are activated as the power is seemingly shut off.
Alpha: Alright, we've entered the main hallway, I see the stairs up ahead. What is this place, two floors?
Bravo: Three.
Alpha: Should we choose a door?
Delta: Let's try this one on the left, I hear voices.
Audio feed picks up muffled vocalizations. After a few seconds, one of them is seen knocking on the door. The voices grow silent.
Echo: (quietly) You're just going to go up and knock like a gentleman? Real polite.
Bravo: Fuck you, Avery.
Alpha: I don't have time for this.
Alpha is seen twisting the handle and throwing the door open. Camera view is obscured while Pi-1 funnel into the room, although a scream is heard, cut short by several suppressed gunshots. View returns, two individuals lying on a broken coffee table. Syringes and wax bags litter the floor.
Alpha: That outta do it.
Bravo: What the fuck, man. No one said they were our targets! I feel like we would know.
Alpha: They've got the powder, though.
Foxtrot: Nah, see the stamps? That's heroin. And they've got candles. I heard these guys don't like light.
Echo: That was a risky move. Don't be an idiot.
Alpha: (sighs) Okay, let's keep moving then.
Silence for fifteen seconds as Pi-1 navigates back out into the hallway. Checking the next door over, it is determined to be unlocked but barricaded, and cannot be opened. The same result occurs with the next two. Delta goes to check the opposite side but stops in his tracks.
Delta: You guys hear that?
Muffled, unintelligible screaming can be heard in the distance.
Foxtrot: It's getting louder.
Yelling increases in volume over a period of ten seconds. Soon after, a lone figure is seen running down the stairs. Individual is heavily bandaged around the head and arms and does not acknowledge the existence of Pi-1.
Bravo: We have someone inbound.
Foxtrot: He looks hurt.
Alpha: What's your name?
No response is given, instead, the figure continues to scream and clutch their head.
Delta: What should we do? Look at those bandages. Are you alright?
The screaming ceases abruptly and a loud thump is heard, the figure falling unconscious.
Bravo: Well, that was something.
Command: What is your status?
Alpha: Uh, well, we had an affected individual here, but he just collapsed. He doesn't look dead. Major bandaging on his head, some blood soaked through. Delta is taking a closer look.
Delta: You guys might want to see this.
Echo: What is it?
Bravo: Oh god, what the hell.
Foxtrot: I'm going to be sick.
Delta pulls back the bandaging to reveal uneven stitches and metal pins that run in a circle around the individual's head. The wound is infected and continues to bleed.
Alpha: So, Command, this guy looks messed up. If I had to guess I'd say they tried to put their skull back together. Did a hasty job too, if you ask me.
Delta: Yeah, these sutures look loose-fuck!
The stitching appears to dislodge, the portion of skin and bone falling away, revealing an open hole into his cranial cavity.
Alpha: Fuck, that's awful. I can see inside his head.
Foxtrot: (gagging)
Alpha: What the-
Bravo: Where the fuck is his brain? Where the fuck is it?
Alpha: No, there's some left. Looks like they're missing about half of it. How on earth is this guy still alive?
Bravo: I think it's time we took this a little more seriously, fellas.
Alpha: Let's head up.
Silence for ten seconds, followed by echoing footsteps. Pi-1 is seen approaching the stairwell and ascending to the second floor landing.
Delta: Hold up.
Alpha: What is it?
Delta: Smell that?
Bravo: Smells like death.
Delta: Blood on the floor. Looks like it leads down the hall.
Alpha: I see it. Weapons ready, everyone.
Foxtrot: Smell is stronger. Ugh, my stomach.
Bravo: Don't be a baby. Watch your step.
Alpha: Alright. Looks like this door is open up here. Bravo, Foxtrot, you come with me. Delta, Echo, check the rest of these doors.
Echo: You got it.
Bravo: Quiet now.
Ambient background noise is picked up for the next thirty seconds. Delta and Echo are seen entering the apartment on the opposite side, revealing it to be empty.
Delta: Clear over here.
Alpha: Okay. Foxtrot, check the bedroom. Bravo, cover the bathroom.
Bravo: Got it.
Foxtrot: We got bodies in here. Shit…
Alpha: More bandaged folk. Are they dead?
Foxtrot: Looks like it. Let me check for pulse.
Bravo: Bathroom is clear. Mirror is smashed though.
Foxtrot: Still alive, shallow breathing though, probably comatose-
A scream is heard, followed by a sharp whine emanating from Foxtrot's microphone.
Foxtrot: You son of a-
Alpha: Get out of the way!
Foxtrot: Fuck, get them off me, ah-
Affected individuals continue screaming, some gurgling is heard. Alpha is heard firing rounds into the figures, although they do not seem deterred.
SCP-3335-1: Be free with us.
Coughing and sputtering is heard. Delta and Echo rush into the room, the camera revealing Foxtrot underneath two SCP-3335-1 instances, who are pinning him down. Both have the same extensive bandaging.
Bravo: Jesus fuck, this guy is strong!
Foxtrot: (incomprehensible vocalizations)
Delta: What the hell is it doing-
Foxtrot: Shoot them again!
Struggle, gunfire, then quiet. Foxtrot is heard panting.
Bravo: You alright?
Command: Alpha? What happened?
Alpha: Drugheads, came to life without warning. They were all over Foxy here. Damn things were bleeding everywhere. It pinned him down.
Foxtrot: (gagging) It bled in my mouth.
Alpha: What?
Foxtrot: The fucking thing wrung out its wounds in my mouth! Look at the wrists.
Delta: Fuck.
The bandages on the arms of one of the individuals are seen torn away, fresh blood seeping out of deep lacerations on the wrists.
Alpha: Command, please be advised that Foxtrot may have had contact with the chemical agent in question. Likelihood of contamination unknown.
Command: Understood, we are suggesting evac for Foxtrot, followed by standard decontamination procedures.
Foxtrot: No, I'm okay, I'm okay. Let's keep going.
Alpha: You sure about this?
Foxtrot: Yeah.
Alpha: Alright. We will continue for now. Let's terminate the rest of these half-brains.
Bravo: Right.
The team moves out into the hallway again, checking the rest of the doors on the floor and revealing them to be empty, aside from one with three unconscious individuals. Several water bottles are littered around them, filled with what appears to be blood.
Alpha: Damn. At least these will be easy. Keep your distance though.
After termination, the bottles are recovered for analysis. Pi-1 proceeds back to the stairway and climbs to the third floor.
Bravo: I think I know where the smell is coming from, guys.
The third floor landing comes into view, the remains of several individuals piled in the far corner. All appear to have undergone the same head trauma, with varying degrees of repair. Foxtrot is heard vomiting off camera.
Echo: Jesus mate, sensitive stomach much?
Foxtrot: Can't help it, all I can taste is junkie blood.
Echo: Fair point.
Alpha: Have some water, you'll be fine.
Foxtrot: Fuck! Did you see that?
Camera wheels around to show Foxtrot staring back at the stairwell.
Delta: What? What was it?
Foxtrot: Someone was behind us.
Alpha: Alright, stay alert. Bravo, go ahead and check the stairs. The rest of you, let's start trying doors.
Bravo: You got it, cap.
Pi-1 is seen attempting access to the apartments, but the first three are barricaded.
Bravo: Stairwell clear. Must have run off.
Alpha: Alright no problem, let's try this one-
A scream is heard coming from the far end of the hall, followed by some dampened vocalizations.
Alpha: New plan. Let's go.
The team silently makes their way to the door, which turns out to be locked.
Alpha: Echo, get this lock here.
Echo: Yeah, yeah.
After a moment, Echo bypasses the lock and pushes the door open.
Echo: Oh my god.
Camera comes into the view of the doorway, revealing the floor to be littered with SCP-3335-1 instances, at least twenty. All appear unconscious or dead. Blood coats the floor. In the corner, two individuals are hooked up to makeshift IV tubes that were apparently used to siphon off blood into buckets.
Alpha: What the hell is this? Some sort of hive?
Delta: Jesus. Let's fucking torch this place and get out of here.
Alpha: That's starting to sound like a good idea. Let's finish up, I don't think there is much more to learn here.
Sounds of movement are heard coming from another room in the apartment. Alpha gestures towards it, he and Foxtrot slowly making their way around the bodies and into the bedroom. Alpha is seen crossing the threshold and disappearing out of view. The camera reveals a lone instance of SCP-3335-1 convulsing on the floor.
Alpha: (sighs) Alright. (quietly) Let's douse this place.
Bravo is seen producing a small container of accelerant from his pack. He starts to pour it on the floor but stops when sounds of struggle are heard. Delta's camera spins to see Echo being restrained from behind, his gun now being held to his head. Instance of SCP-3335-1 is seen, this time without bandaging. He is seen smiling and appears more lucid than the others. The rest of Pi-1 raises their weapons.
SCP-3335-1: Everybody just calm the fuck down. Nice and easy.
Alpha: Let him go!
SCP-3335-1: Nuh-uh. He's my security deposit. Now you guys are going to leave or I'm going to paint the walls with his blood.
Alpha: What do you want? Who are you?
Alpha: What happened to their brains?
SCP-3335-1: (laughs) Everything is already in motion. You'll join them one day.
Delta: We aren't leaving without him.
SCP-3335-1: Then you've made a mistake.
Instance smiles as the bodies laying around him start to stir.
Alpha: Shit, take them down!
Bravo is seen firing at the bodies, some of which appear unfazed. One figure, a young woman, stands in front of Alpha. He fires a round, which strikes her in the head. Figure appears to stagger, and then rights herself, a clean hole perforating her head and exiting the back side as pinkish-red cerebral fluid runs down her face. She adjusts her bandages to account for the new wound and lunges at Alpha. Delta appears to be attacked from behind, the camera being knocked off his shoulder and hitting the ground, cutting the feed for approximately one minute. Audio broadcasting still works fine.
Delta: (muffled scream)
Bravo: Get him, get him.
More gunfire, followed by the sound of falling bodies.
Echo: Please, I-
Foxtrot: Fuck, fuck, fuck-
Bravo: You can't-
Video feed is reestablished, the camera now laying on its side. Delta is seen laying on the ground, surrounded by bodies. Another instance of SCP-3335-1 is seen producing a water bottle filled with blood. She unscrews the cap and pours it on Delta's face. Alpha and Bravo are not seen, although background noise suggests they are in another room. Foxtrot is still pointing his handgun at the instance with Echo.
SCP-3335-1: Go ahead, shoot me. Don't you have a train to catch, though?
Foxtrot: Excuse me?
Foxtrot briefly appears confused, swaying slightly. SCP-3335-1 laughs.
Foxtrot: What is this? Who is this?
SCP-3335-1: Your ride home. Join the family.
Foxtrot is suddenly aware of something else in the room, glancing over and down at the far corner, out of the cameras view.
Foxtrot: Is that-
SCP-3335-1: Yes. You hear them too, don't you? Singing. They are in harmony. They shed their flesh, uncoiled like a snake in molt. I guide them there. I'll take you there too. You just have to walk through the door.
Shaking, Foxtrot slowly lowers his gun and walks to the other side of the room. Reaching the far wall, he collapses and does not move.
SCP-3335-1: And for you-
SCP-3335-1 instance hits Echo over the head with the butt of the pistol, knocking him unconscious.
SCP-3335-1: I'll be back for you.
SCP-3335-1 is seen heading off camera. A shout can be heard followed by silence. Some time later, Alpha and Bravo are seen emerging into the camera's view, dragging the instance of SCP-3335-1 who appears to be unconscious.
Bravo: Shit! Foxtrot, you okay?
Alpha: He's breathing. Comatose. I think he's turning.
Bravo: Fuck, Delta is out too, covered in blood. Echo? Echo!
Echo is slowly seen coming to. They hoist him up and help him to his feet.
Alpha: Did they bleed on you?
Echo: N-No.
Alpha: Alright. Bravo, finish dousing this place and light it up. We're taking this guy with us, since he seems more willing to talk than the others.
Bravo: Outbound. Let's do this.
Bravo pours the rest of the accelerant, lighting a match.
Bravo: Burn in hell.
Tossing the match, Bravo turns and leaves as the fire starts to spread. Pi-1's egress is largely uneventful and the rest of the team members returned without incident. SCP-3335-1 was placed in a maximum security chamber while interrogation measures were implemented.
[END LOG]
Surveillance of the New York City area revealed a large abandoned textile factory that was being used by SCP-3335-1 instances as a nest. Upon termination of SCP-3335-1, autopsies confirm the removal of one side of the brain (hemispherectomy).
In addition, several unidentified hemispheres were recovered from the building, having been removed and carefully reconnected to one another in chains using an unknown but highly sophisticated procedure. Nerve endings in the brain stem were found to have been "rewired" to those of the others.
The reason for this is currently unknown.
