SCP-087-P

by Your Friendly Neighbor

First published 14th of March, 2012

[HIGHLY CLASSIFIED DATA]

[HIGHLY CLASSIFIED]

Subjects P-4001, P-0039, and P-0381 are going to be sent by themselves in the room SCP-087-P.

Subjects have reported seeing a stairwell and hallway, each hearing different sounds as they ascend down the unknown levels of the facility. Lights only extend so far before darkness encloses it.

Using ******* Magic, we are able to tap into their eyes and ears to see and hear what they do.

This is the three documents

SCP FOUNDATION

SECURE. CONTAIN. PROTECT.

EXPEDITION - 1 [P-4001]

P-4001 is a female Pegasus of average build. She is 34 years old and has no current health problems with breathing, mentality, or blood pressure. She will go into the 087 Facility alone with only a magical light source for personal company. Dr. ***** will lead her through with his voice. We protect her identity for obvious reasons.

The door shuts behind P-4001

"You are in the SCP-087 Facility. Please proceed and remain calm." Dr. ****** says

"It's... dark!" Replies P-4001

"Does your magic light source work properly?"

"Yeah... but it only extends a few feet in front of me."

"Thank you, please proceed."

P-4001 proceeds to walk down the first flight of stairs.

"I hear heavy breathing, Doc! What is this?" P-4001 says at a hurried whisper.

"Please Describe the sound." Dr. ****** says.

"It's deep and raspy, like a stallion. It makes me feel uneasy..."

"Thank you, please proceed. Remain calm"

P-4001 continues down the flights of stairs. No other sounds except her own can be heard.

"I'm hearing screaming, Doc! Somepony's in pain! They're screaming for help!" P-4001 shouts in fear.

"Thank you," Replies Dr. *******, "Please describe the sounds."

A faint whisper of some unknown dialog starts to speak.

"FUCK!" Screams P-4001, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!?"

"Please tell us what you see"

"I SEE SHADOWS! DAMMIT! SHADOWS OF CHILDREN!!" P-4001 shouts as she sits down on a step.

P-4001 buries her head into her hooves

"Can I go back up now!?"

"Sorry, you got enough food and water to last you 24 hours, you need to stay down and ascend. You've only made it to floor 4." Dr. ******* speaks over the magic-ear speaker.

"How many floors are there, Doc?"

"We're not sure. Please proceed and remain calm."

P-4001 ascends the flights of stairs 10 floors down to floor 14. P-4001 pauses.

"DOC! I'm hearing hoofsteps behind me! Doc!?" P-4001 shouts.

She begins to ascend the staircase at fast speeds, going down each flight.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" P-4001 says as she pants, "I almost fell down a hole! What in the name of Celestia is this!?"

[SCP PONY-READING CHART]

Blood Pressure: Average

Heart Rate: 120/minute

Respiratory Rate: 32/minute

[END]

"Please take a minute to rest, thank you." says Dr. ******

P-4001 sits on a step.

"I'm hearing laughing. Cold laughing... Oh Goddess, help me" P-4001 says.

"Your vitals are reading fine, please proceed." Dr. ****** says.

P-4001 proceeds down the flights of stairs. She pauses and begins to vomit.

"AG! SICK! MUTILATED PONY BODIES! THEY ARE CHILDREN DOC!!!" P-4001 yells in between gasps for air.

The ***** Magic-eye is not picking up any corpses.

"Please describe what you are seeing." says the Dr.

"Blood... Blood everywhere. On the walls, the stairs. Their faces are gone! THEIR FACES ARE GONE!! FUCK! FUCK! I HEAR HOOFSTEPS! THEY'RE COMING FOR ME!"

begins to rush down the stairs in a desperate attempt to outrun the sounds.

"HE'S RIGHT BEHIND ME!! [She looks behind her] FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!"

P-4001 trips and falls down a flight of stairs

"GAH! FUCK!" P-4001 yells, "HE'S GOING TO GET ME!"

"Y.... Soun... Cut..." [The ear-feed cuts off]

Looks beside her and sees the face of a filly. It's glowing in the dark.

[Eye-feed cuts off]

EXPEDITION - 2 [P-0039]

P-0039 is a 23 year old male Earth Pony. He is of average build. He has no previous psychological problems, even after experiencing SCP-**** and being the last to survive. He is outfitted with the same items as the last expedition. Eye-feed and Ear-feed is on. Subjects' identity has been protected for obvious reasons.

The iron door closes behind P-0039

"This is room SCP-087, please remain calm. Please tell me what you see." Dr. ***** says.

"I see a long hallway lined with bricks. Extremely dark." P-0039 says.

"Is your light working fine?"

"Yeah, but I can only see so far."

"Thank you, please proceed down this hallway."

Subject P-0039 starts to slowly walk down the long, dark hallway.

"This isn't so bad!" P-0039 says as he starts to gallop down the halls. "This is easy! This is not as- HOLY SHIT!!! I JUST... ****!?! IS THAT YOU!? DON'T WORRY! I'M COMING!"

P-0039 starts to dash down the halls.

"Sir! Slow down!" Dr. ***** insists.

"NO! I got to save my friend!" P-0039 yells as he speeds up down the hall.

Subject stops his pursuit as he comes to a dark room.

"No.... NO! It's not true! IT'S NOT TRUE! SHE'S DEAD! ***** IS DEAD!! FUCK!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME DOC!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!?"

No display of a dead body is show on the Eye-feed.

"We didn't send your friend down there, sir. Please tell use what you see." Dr. ***** says.

"I SEE MY DAMN FRIEND IN FRONT OF ME! DEAD! WHAT THE FUCK!?! [Pause] Oh... FUCK! Her face is gone! This isn't funny! THIS ISN'T FUCKING FUNNY!. I hear voices....."

"Please describe the voices."

"They are deep, raspy. Demonic in a way. Oh fuck me! THEY ARE GETTING CLOSER!"

"Calm down, your vitals are off the charts."

P-0039 sits down and buries his head into his hooves and begins to cry.

"My best friend. Dead. Her face. Gone...." He says. "Voices are getting closer... Telling me to end it all."

There is a long pause

"You're vitals are reading normal, please continue, sir." Dr. ****** says.

P-0039 starts to slowly walk down the dark halls, mumbling strange dialog

"I.... hear them... t-telling me to.... to... rip my face off." he says.

P-0039 starts to scrape his face on the wall, hard. In a few minutes, blood starts to show as he starts to scrape layers of his skin off onto the brick wall. His heart rate, blood pressure, and respiratory track begin to speed up. Voices close in and the eye-feed starts to die. The ear-feed gains a new level of sensitivity. A dark voice drones over.

"Your face is now mine, my little pony." [Pauses to let the sounds of the meat-on-wall heighten] "You've been strong."

The sounds from the ear-feed begin to die down and it soon shuts off.

[Eye-feed shuts off.]