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from Site-19. Previously..
Jacob, Elise and Kira were attached to a research team stationed in the city of Unlondon. They
had the good fortune of being underground when the Sun melted the world they knew above.
Relentless though, the flesh soon found them and began sweeping across the city. While
the bobbies rallied and mounted a defence against the flesh, the trio fled to the houses
of Parliament. As Unlondon drowned in fire and the bobbies made their last stand, the
survivors found a ship to take them away from this fiery hell. A note inside promised them
safety and a pint if they could make it to the shores of Undublin.
Recording 7
Last night we passed by what I can only assume is an approximation of the Flemish coast.
There were these strange mechanical creatures arrayed along the shore. They all had a single
shining lens at the centre of their faces, and clockwork bodies. It's hard to describe,
and they were quite a way away, but they moved along the coast to follow us. Some were on
all fours, some were mostly upright, all were loping along without breaking line of sight
with the large lenses that made up their faces.
Elise and Kira were both fascinated. I have to wonder to myself what kind of horrors would
await us if we actually debarked onto that dark continent. Still, we're making good time,
though there's the problem of the ripples in the water a dozen or so meters back. Kira's
sure we're being followed, and I would tend to concur. But what's following us? I would've
sworn a few hours ago I spotted a single fleshy eyeball just break the surface, but by the
time I got Elise it was gone.
Kira thinks it's possible that there are other monsters in these waters, and maybe she's
right. We only speak in hushed whispers now, for fear of awakening something else. Elise
is possibly dealing with things the least well of all of us. Yesterday she just started
laughing. Kira and I tried to quiet her down but it didn't do any good. Eventually she
started to quietly cry, and that settled her down. I'm not sure what to do.
None of us are, to be honest.
Recording 8
Agent Hawkeswith has been making these audio logs for some sort of therapeutic purpose.
Sounds silly, but frankly he's the sanest of us all, so I'm going to give it a try.
My name is Agent Kira North, former head of security for the SCP-1678 project. I say former
because I'm pretty sure 1678 is either burned to cinders or drowning in melted flesh right
now. Either way, there's not much to go back to. Hawkeswith is trying to comfort Dr. Kapperson
right now, and I don't know how much longer she's gonna last.
Hawkeswith is a good sort, has a decent head on his shoulders. The man knows when to put
his nose to the grindstone and risk a little to gain a lot. Elise Kapperson is a mess.
She was on temporary assignment when the world ended, and five will get you ten that she's
involved romantically with Hawkeswith. He wouldn't admit to it, but I can see the way
he looks at her. So, we drag her along anyway. Hawkeswith is probably right about her, actually.
The number of living humans on earth is probably in the thousands at most, if the sun's gone
wrong, and we will need every man and woman we have to bring back civilization.
I tried to use the radio on board, but all I got out of it was silence. It's possible
we're not in range of anyone or anything yet, but it's still worth a try. I'll give it a
test every other hour or so. And we'll keep alert to any incoming messages. Or warnings.
Cause the other thing is that we're definitely being followed. I don't want to spook anyone
but I saw the creature under the water this morning. It's about twice the size of the
ship and moving at exactly our pace. This little steamer is just putting away, without
a care, but I guarantee you as soon as we get to where we're going, that thing is going
to make itself known. When that happens, I'll be ready. And I'll
make sure Hawkeswith is too. Hopefully Dr. Kapperson is below decks when that happens.
Recording 9
Kira and Elise are below decks right now. There's a palpable sense of dread that I haven't
felt since the night before the attack on the tent city. Elise says we ought to be in
visual range of the Irish coast soon, and it won't be long after that that we'll be
docked in Dublin. Or Undublin I guess? After the weird monsters I saw along the European
coast, I am a lot less confident in the safety of land down here. Where else are we going
to go, though? There's only enough canned food on board to last us another few days,
at most. I'm gonna go check on Elise. Kira's not exactly
the most caring person in the world.
Recording 10
Ahh! Allies! I see your boat on the horizon! Refugees of the great city of Unlondon! Come
now and see the fruits of my original labour!
This is Kira North, I would like to advise you that we are currently being followed by
an unknown entity.
That is a troubling notion, but not one I was unable to predict. A flare is being fired
from the docks, make speed in that direction, and pray.
Copy that, I see the flare. We will make our way to you.
Do not bother slowing down if you feel you're in danger. Crash if you must, and be prepared
to depart as soon as you do. Dublin Bay is prepared to receive you.
I copy that. We'll see you when we land.
Recording 11
The cause of the Republicans is just and grand, but there are greater threats to consider
now. Our illustrious city's creator is staying here for a time. I know. I know. We threw
him out on his ear when he opposed the unionization of the guard, but as much hate as we might
have for him, we owe him at least a small debt. Unlondon has fallen, and with it the
whole of Under-England is sure to follow. Under-Scotland may swiftly come under threat
as well, and we stand to lose much by holding to old grudges.
I know that hatred burns in the hearts of many of our citizens, but we are better than
he is. I know this. I know your true hearts are filled with love and understanding and
an urge to burn the monsters that have begun to attack even our city with ever hotter fire.
And we will. Undublin will not fall. We refuse to allow for that possibility.
Recording 12
My god. These people are not fucking around.
It wasn't a flesh creature chasing us after all. It was an amalgamation of clockwork creatures,
like the ones we saw on the beach in Flanders. They somehow joined together into a massive
approximation of a sea creature, and as soon as we got close to the docks, it rose up out
of the water like some grand mechanical Kraken. The first tentacle that rose from the water
was blown apart by cannon fire. And it didn't stop. We were fearful for our lives, but the
barrage was precisely aimed. The mechanical creature was bombarded and
fell apart quickly. In seconds there was no trace on the surface that it had ever existed
beyond a slick of oil.
We were able to slow down enough to not damage our ship, and when we hopped off the boat,
we were greeted by... I don't know how to describe it. Victorian era gentlemen? Faces
wrapped in bandages but they also wore very smart suits, cloaks, and top hats. And each
carried a massive cane or a stick as well. I suppose they're this place's equivalent
of the Bobbies, but they appear to be able to speak.
One asked me if I was alright, and directed us into the city. There are other people here!
Most appear to live in squalor, begging along the thoroughfare, but a few men and women
appear to be of some means, and walk along the roads, mostly ignoring the beggars. This
might change everything.
Elise has perked up considerably since we've landed. She's theorizing that Unlondon was
unfinished, while this place is much more complete. It certainly seems that way to me,
but she's the expert. Is it possible that we could live here?
Recording 13
Jacob lent me his recorder. I'm actually quite astonished at the battery life of the thing,
but I suppose this is to be expected from Foundation tech. Either way, I should introduce
myself. I'm Dr. Elise Kapperson. Former research assistant to the 1678 project heads, doctors
Mills and Hyatt.
I'm unsure of what part of the city we're in, but the cannon and gunfire is constant.
We're carrying our own weapons, but we've still been hurried into a Library across the
street from the Pub I have to assume was our destination. The guards are standing watch
just inside the door, prepared to defend the place. There are other civilians in here,
some seem entrenched into this underworld aesthetic, and I suspect they've either been
here a while or were made down here. But there are other survivors from above, besides just
us. This is astonishing.
I had imagined that once the sun went wrong the whole world was slated to die, but apparently,
I was incorrect. I haven't met any other Foundation personnel yet, but there's plenty of people
from Dublin. No one is sure about numbers, but it's suspected there might be more than
a few hundred survivors from above.
And another woman who I am less sure of. I've watched other survivors go up to her and thank
her profusely. I haven't been close enough to overhear anything yet, but I think Agent
North recognizes her. They're both keeping their distance from each other though.
The firefight outside appears to be dying down. They must be using something beyond
cannon and firearms if they're going to win this but we can't get a good look at any actual
fighting. I see lots of red glare coming in from the windows outside, but who knows.
Either way, I'm going to ask North about that weird woman.
Hey Jacob. Thank you for this. You alright? I'm doing fine. Thank you. Which button turns
this off?
Recording 14
I'm 90% sure that's Director Moose. Which means it's possible the Wanderer's library
is being used to evacuate people. I don't know if Moose recognizes me or not. It doesn't
matter though. At the end of the world it's expected for people to call on any help they
can get. Moose has contacts in the Library, and if they want to help save people then
here we are. I have to assume this library is some sort of nexus point, but that's also
not really any of my business. Not everyone here is from Dublin, so they didn't come from
directly above.
I have to wonder what's going on in the Library itself right now. That's above my pay-grade,
if we're being honest, but if they can open ways in and out, then maybe there are people
safe there too? How many extra-dimensional spaces are housing people far away from the
sun? Humanity is going to make it through this, one way or another. Diminished, but
standing, I think.
Recording 15
Undublin is safe again, for now. We left the library, and the whole refugee situation they've
got going on over there. It's probably for the best, resources being what they are. Then
we went over to the pub. There were glasses for all of us, even some of the guards were
there. Their bandages lowered to reveal a burnt red, cracked mouth to drink through.
I'm not 100% sure what's going on there, but they're all friendly enough and frighteningly
competent.
What the creator of Unlondon said to me just now has shaken me to my very core though.
And I don't know how to respond yet. North and Kapperson haven't spoken yet, but I want
to make sure this gets recorded. First, the creator of Unlondon isn't a person.
I don't know how to describe it, but the place where he should've been sitting was just a
starry hole in space. No matter what angle we looked at him, the edges had some sort
of skin. He moved like he had bones, but that's all. And he finished quite a few pints of
Guinness before finishing his request that we help him destroy the entire world.
His plan is madness and also may be one of the best things I've ever heard.
He wants to trigger a nuclear war. North knows a bit more than me, her clearance being higher
than mine, but when the creator mentioned SCP-1984, she seemed to know exactly what
he was talking about. Some Russian cold war relic that is ready to initiate nuclear Armageddon
at a moment's notice. The creator of this place seems to think that if we can gain access
to a British nuclear sub, we might be able to launch the missiles into Russian airspace,
triggering an all-out attack as a response.
If the flesh burns in fire, he said, what's better than fire everywhere all at once? I
hardly can disagree, but Elise was against it at first. She mentioned the nuclear winter,
how the sun would be blocked out for years. Then she stopped mid-sentence and we all realized
what that could mean.
And that's how a hole where a man should be, in a city that doesn't exist, in a world with
a broken sun just convinced us to trigger an end of the world scenario in order to stop
another end of the world from progressing.
Heavens help us, we're going topside today, the Foundation has a submarine moored in Dublin,
and we're gonna take it out and start looking around. Elise is going to stay behind and
help care for the refugees. I think I'll leave this recorder with her.
I'd hate to see it sink to the bottom of the ocean, after all. Someone oughta know what's
happened down here. So this is Agent Hawkeswith signing off, I guess.
People of Undublin! You have fought with the fervour expected from a people of such courage
and grace. The invaders are once again repelled, and at minimal losses. But not all is well
in Undublin. The entrance to the surface will be shortly closed, permanently. I know many
of you came through the stairway and expected family to follow. We have kept the stairway
open for as long as we could, but despite the efforts of our brave guard, it is impossible
to do so forever.
Given the stairway is clogged with burning screaming flesh monsters, I do not believe
there was much point in it remaining open. Your loved ones are the ones around you right
now, the rest have succumbed to the horrors above.
I apologize for the harshness of my tone and the news I must deliver. But I believe, wholeheartedly,
that we will survive this terror and come out alive on the other side. Even now a select
group of guards and other survivors are making a trip through the portal to the above world,
the last travellers to make the jump for some time. And they leave with a plan to bring
the fight to the enemy. I cannot tell you what this plan is, for who knows who else
might be listening, but know this: We will retake the surface. We will emerge into that
bright shining world full of vigour and resolve and with the sun restored. I swear it.
That is all for now, thank you my friends. And may God save Ireland.
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