 Item number SCP-354 Object Class Keter Special Containment Procedures Due to SCP-354's immobile nature, Area 354 has been built around it. Area 354 houses forces and D-Class personnel, prepared to deal with threats emerging from SCP-354, as well as researchers studying SCP-354 and its properties. For their own safety, no on-site personnel are to approach SCP-354 at any time. Direct interaction with SCP-354 is permitted only for the purpose of research to eliminate SCP-354 and must be approved by O5 personnel. Area 354 was constructed to contain and neutralize any and all further threats emerging from SCP-354. At the heart of Area 354, a 20-foot wall of concrete reinforced with ██ has been constructed around SCP-354 to prevent emerging entities from escaping into the area at large. Ice-speed motion detection cameras are placed atop the wall looking down into the pool, and armed guards can easily shoot down into the enclosure from catwalks placed above the pool. Description SCP-354 is a pool of red liquid discovered in Northern Canada. The liquid is of a consistency similar to that of human blood, hence the colloquial name Bloodpond, but is not of a biological nature. The pool does not have definite banks. It still mixes with the liquid until, at a certain point, there is more soil than liquid, and the ground is mostly solid. The liquid becomes denser as one descends deeper into the pool. If the pool has a bottom, it is yet to be reached. Periodically, entities emerge from the pool in an attempt to escape from the enclosure. Thus far, nearly all creatures emerging from SCP-354 have been extremely hostile and highly dangerous. SCP-354 is believed to have been first discovered in ██████ by survivors of a plane crash who encountered SCP-354 by chance. SCP-354 had developed until a local urban legend long before Foundation personnel arrived to deal with the threat. After locating the source of the legend, SCP personnel set up Watchtation Epsilon-38 to monitor the pool, and to deter future travelers from finding it. SCP-354 was classified as Euclid until its properties were further discovered. At ██████, an unidentified entity emerged from SCP-354. Contact with Watchtation Epsilon-38 was lost. All task force ██████ was dispatched to deal with the entity and were eventually successful. All personnel at Watchtation Epsilon-38 were found dead. Area-354 was subsequently constructed to contain SCP-354. Document 354-1-A Partial log of entities to have emerged from SCP-354 prior to Event-354-20 SCP-354-1 Original entity which destroyed Watchtation Epsilon-38 resembled a giant bat, neutralized by mobile task force SCP-354-2. Bear-sized mammalian creature covered in razor-sharp spines resembled an echidna was virtually bulletproof, but was unable to escape the enclosure surrounding the pool. Neutralized via napalm SCP-354-3 Black metallic spear, capable of levitation, emitted concentrated levels of radiation and precisely directed beams, sufficient to instantly cripple and later result in death. One area ahead, Dr. ██████ struck SCP-354-3 with a sledgehammer, disabling it. SCP-354-3 then self-detonated, causing minor structural damage and severely wounding Dr. ██████. Dr. ██████ made a full recovery and has been commended for its bravery. SCP-354-4 Humanoid reptilian creature, approximately 4.6 meters or 15 foot tall, escaped both the walled enclosure and area 354 altogether. Gunfire caused very little physical harm and was highly ineffective. Mobile Task Force Omega-7 Pandora's box was dispatched and was successful in neutralizing the creature. SCP-354-5 SCP-354-6 Appeared to be a human male of Indian descent. As the enclosure around the pool had not yet been fully repaired, SCP-354-6 would immediately shot before it had a chance to escape. Area ahead, Dr. ████ has expressed his displeasure in the rash execution of SCP-354-6, which testing revealed to be identical to an average human being. SCP-354-14 Majority of creature's body remained well beneath the surface of the pool. Five octopus-like tentacles were seen emerging from the pool and reached up over the enclosure. Several D-class personnel were grabbed by the tentacles and pulled back beneath the surface of the pool. After receiving massive damage from gunfire, SCP-354-14 retreated back into the pool and disappeared. No personnel taken by the creature were recovered. SCP-354-15 Feline creature composed of a blue-hued crystalline structure, later revealed to be ice, was able to jump above the walled enclosure and was agile enough to dodge most gunfire, was actively hostile and mauled any personnel that engaged it. Subject engaged SCP-354-16 upon its emergence from the pool and was terminated into fight. SCP-354-16 Feline creature composed of a dark red-black stone, later revealed to be partially solidified magma. Gunfire proved mostly ineffective against its hide, was not hostile of the personnel and did not attempt to escape the walled enclosure until being engaged by SCP-354-15. Successfully terminated SCP-354-15 and grew less active at its body cold. After fully solidifying and having remained motionless sent, Subject was moved to Dr. ████'s office for aesthetic purposes. SCP-354-18 Metallic humanoid machine described by several D-class personnel as a Terminator. Subject possessed a cloaking device rendering it invisible to human eyes. Subject was highly adept at combat and killed nearly 90% of area 354's guard personnel as it rampaged through the facility. Approximately 60 minutes after emerging from the pool, Subject ceased function and powered down. Subject was dismantled and its power cell was disposed of. Subjects remains are under study. Note from area head Dr. ████, that's thrice now that we've had to fall back on Pandora's box to deal with stuff coming out of SCP-354. Abel can't complain though, you can tell he enjoyed fighting SCP-354-11, maybe we should set up some kind of hotline to MTF Omega-7. Subjects remain 354-3, log of exploratory mission 354-Alpha. See log for details. Note from area head Dr. ████, it has been 22 months since the last entity emerged from the pool. Before this, the longest period of time between emergencies was 8 months. I suspect this means one of two things, either the red pool has died or powered down, or whatever the correct term for it is, or it is charging up or something big to come through. O5 believes the former is the most likely explanation, and has recalled 30% of our total personnel and cut 25% of our funding. While I can only hope to dare correct, if the latter situation is true, we're soon to face some terrible monstrosity, and we won't have anywhere near the force necessary to deal with it. I worry for all of our safety. Document 354-4, event log 354-20. In the morning of, the entire staff of area 354 evacuated the facility. However, the staff also shut down power to the area, and took a number of supplies and vehicles from the facility, indicating that the evacuation had not been done due to emergency. All task force Theta-12 was dispatched to investigate the cause of the evacuation, and, if possible, make contact with area staff. However, before MTF Theta-12 can make contact with Area 354, or its evacuees, the area's on-site warhead was detonated, resulting in the destruction of the entire facility and the deaths of ████████ MTF Theta-12 was ordered to make contact with the evacuated personnel, and, in the event of hostility, was given clearance to terminate any uncooperative personnel. A large convoy of vehicles taken from Area 354 was spotted heading southward from Area 354 at high speed. Final audio logs from MTF Theta-12 indicate that the convoy was made up of Area 354 staff, and that the previous chain of command had broken down in its entirety, with armed D-class personnel and research personnel firing upon MTF Theta-12. MTF Theta-12 was annihilated, and no further contact with the former personnel of Area 354 has been made since. Document 354-5 Following the total destruction of Area 354, the Red Pool Containment Site was constructed in its place. Big maps of the new facility can be found in ██████ and ██████, unlike the previous facility, which was focused on research and neutralization of entities emerging from SCP-354. The new facility is devoted entirely to the containment of SCP-354, and entities which may emerge from it, as well as any unforeseen forces which it may create directly. This is due largely to the advisement of the new site head ██████, who believes that the events of Log 354-20 were the result of a psychic or mental attack generated by SCP-354 itself. Document 354-6 Interview regarding ████ Is it alright if I record this? Yes, go ahead. Good, good. So let's start at the beginning. What happened at the Red Pool Containment Site? Looking back now, it seems strange that nobody ever suggested draining the pool. When Dr. ██████ came up with it, it seemed like such a good idea at the time. Exactly what about the idea was so appealing. It was a way out. That SCP injury. I've read what it says, it's a joke. It makes it seem like we have the pool under control. I take it you do not. There's a half meter slab of reinforced concrete in place over the pool, and yet every time some beast tries to come through, somehow it manages to get loose into the building. People die, every single time. I've seen ██████ a man's own intestines. Can you imagine what that looks like, old man? So to you, and of course to the other people stationed at the Red Pool Containment Site as well, draining the pool seemed like a fine solution to the suffering caused by SCP-354. Chairscrapes as Agent ██████ stands up. Suffering? That thing doesn't just ██████, please, sit down. This is going on record. Pause, Agent ██████ sits. So, O5 approved the draining of SCP-354, and then what happened? They evacuated the non-essential personnel to a location a couple kilometers away, leaving just basic defense crew and the people who'd run the equipment, mostly D-class, plus a few agents that keep things going. And you were among those agents? Yes. How did they go about draining the pool? Tech guys brought in this big pump thing with all these hoses. We were trapped in the slab, but have you ever had a dream where it seemed so real, but you knew you were dreaming, and it felt like you had to wake up to escape from it? I can't say I have. Yes, you have. We all have. That's what it felt like when they put the hose in to try to drain it. Everything stopped being real. It was like we had to escape right now. And you were the only one feeling this sensation? No. Everyone had it at the same time. It came from the fucking pool. Please, lower your voice. What happened when they activated the pump? We never did. We couldn't. It wouldn't let us. What wouldn't let you? The pool! Please, I ask you to lower your voice. Up until now it's been content just throwing monsters at us. It's been playing. But now we haven't locked up, and we just tried to execute it. Now it's angry. Guards, please restrain, Agent. My buddy measured his banked ones and compared them to the photos from his first discovery. You know what he found? Agent- Guards, it's growing. The pool is growing. It gets bigger and stronger every day. And now we've made it angry. Get your hands off! Sedate him. We'll continue this in the morning, if he's lucid by then anyway. Exploratory mission 354-Alpha Personal log of Dr. Our expedition to explore SCP-354, that gaping wound in the middle of Canada, has finally been accepted. The R&D boys have come up with what can only be described as a submarine with a drill on it. We know that the pool gets denser as you go down, so we suspect that at some point we won't be sinking so much as digging, hence the huge mining device built onto it. It's not hydrodynamic at all, but we're not really going swimming here. My gut tells me that there's something on the other side of the red pool, and just like digging down, up to China, all we have to do is dig down, up to it. Personal log of Dr. had a nice long debate with O5 over who's allowed to come. I wanted MTF Omega-7 to come with us for protection, or at least SCP-076, but they wouldn't allow it. Despite the massive damages he continues to cause, they still see him as too valuable to risk losing. Not that he isn't, you know, immortal or anything. Maybe they just didn't have the guts to ask him to go exploring. Akler, that ass, wanted us to take SCP with us, but I wouldn't allow it. The file says SCP was just born before he came through, so he'd be useless as a guide. He might be of some use as a security, but that's mostly cancelled out by the fact that he's ████████. He'd probably just ████████████ anyway. The final crew complement apart from myself consists of three agents, two D-class personnel, one geologist, and some guy from R&D who's going to pilot the ship. I already forgot all their names. Exploratory Team 354-Alpha, ET-354-A, Mission Log, Day 1 Rotten sort of day to begin a mission. Ever has it that last night there was a total containment breach in some area or other. Then it turns out that there's no coffee allowed anywhere inside of Area 354 for some reason or another, and the whole mission almost ended in disaster when it turns out that they almost forgot to load the extra fuel on board. Who the fuck is running the show around here? Anyway, we're now underway. For a while there, I had a definite feeling of going downward, but now we're dropping much more slowly. Marty, that's the R&D guy's name, says we're seeking out a rate of 10 meters an hour. Apparently at this depth, the red pole is pretty damn dense. ET-354-A, Mission Log, Day 2 Nothing of interest happened, but I learned everyone's names. We have Marty, our pilot, Agent Swanson, Agent Turquoise, Agent 86, Dr. J. MacArthur, Chris Simmons and Leroy Tucker, whoop-dee frickin'-doo. ET-354-A, Mission Log, Day 3 At about 4.30 am, gravity suddenly changed direction. Boy, that was a fun way to wake up. We're now rising, rather than sinking, which means we're more than halfway there. ET-354-A, Mission Log, Day 4 We've reached the surface. Through the portholes it's mostly dark, which means it's night. We can't go out yet because for all we know, the atmosphere could be hydrochloric acid. We've got a shitload of sensors outside of the ship analyzing a bunch of stuff. Whether the air is breathable, what kind of airborne bacteria we have to deal with, and simple stuff like temperature. We'll know in 8 hours whether it's safe for human life out there. ET-354-A, Mission Log, Day 5 Turns out the air is totally safe, except it's been night for… going on 28 hours now. What's going on? ET-354-A, Mission Log, Day 6 Don finally came. The sun was huge and red. I'm a biologist, but I know enough about astronomy to know that we're orbiting a totally different star. Is this a different time, a different place, or a different dimension? Leroy guessed that we're in another plane of existence, and I think he's probably closest. The pool on this side is way bigger, more like a large pond, or maybe a small lake. The banks are more defined than on our side as well. We took an inflatable raft to the shore, Marty and Simmons stayed behind, and headed north. The ground here, or at least around the pool, is almost totally devoid of plant life. The only green we saw was a sort of fuzzy moss growing on the ground that looked more like a kind of mold. The ground is grayish tan dirt, that's like a mixture of sand and flour. The garter said it was some mineral or another, but I forgot what he called it. I half expected all of our electronics to not work out here, but that wasn't the first thing to fail. After about two hours of hiking across flat boring ground, the compass suddenly changed direction. Now it points to what we had previously thought to be east. Evidently this planet's magnetics is that even a planet don't work the same way ours do. Not wanting the risk getting lost, we immediately made a 180 and headed back to the ship. I could have sworn that the trip back was less than half as long as the trip out. Tomorrow we'll work out a way of navigation that doesn't rely on the compass being sane. ET-354-A Mission Log, Day 7 Lousy night's sleep. The sun never went down. By my calculations, the day night cycle here seems to last about forty-three and a half hours as opposed to twenty-four hours back home. That's going the takes I'm getting used to. We agreed on a system of navigation. Firstly, we're going to travel only in a straight line to make sure that we can get back to the ship by simply turning around and heading in the other direction. Once we encounter some kind of unnavigable jungle, we should be fine. Secondly, Marty's ready to radio, beacon, thing. I don't really remember his explanation, but if we're anywhere within 800 miles, his little gizmo will be able to tell us exactly which direction to go and get back, and how far. ET-354-A Mission Log, Day 9 We set out a few hours before the sun was scheduled to rise, but when we got to the shore, we found that green moss stuff was everywhere. It had grown in mass significantly. My guess is the stuff shrivels up in the sun during the day and expands at night to suck in nutrients or something. We decided we didn't want to walk through it, so we went back and waited for sunrise. Sun came up and we set out again. The moss stuff was back to its smaller state. It just occurred to me that there's been no wind at all in this place. The result is dead silence. I'm not ashamed to admit that the overall emptiness of this place is pretty scary. We found an area where none of the moss stuff were a few hundred feet around and decided to camp for the night. The sun is still up, but it's time for us humans to sleep, so I'm calling it night. ET-354-A Mission Log, Day 10 Sometime in the night, which was really daytime, fuck, this is going to get confusing. We were all woken by some kind of roar. You remember what the T-Rex sounded like in an old movie Jurassic Park? It sounded a lot like that, big and reptilian. It was so loud that I was certain whatever was making it couldn't be more than twenty feet away, but when we all got out of our tents, we didn't see anything. The whole area is so flat that we'd see any sort of animal within a half mile or so, but there was nothing, fucking scary. We packed up camp and continued on. After a while, we stopped seeing the moss stuff, maybe it only grows around the red pool, and the ground became rockier. In the distance, the land seems to grow more hilly. I think I see trees. ET-354-A Mission Log, Day 11 The bare ground has ended. Now we're walking across the vast field of beautiful green grass. It almost looks like a well-mown lawn. The grass seemed ordinary enough until turquoise tripped over a rock and arose to find its hands covered with several dozen bloody pinpricks. Apparently, the tip of a blade of this grass is incredibly sharp and easily punctures skin. It's no threat to our foundation-issued boots, but we must all be careful not to fall on it. We came to a tiny stream, really no more than a trickle. Swanson suggested we could refill our canteens, but Leroy and MacArthur wanted to check the water for something or other first. MacArthur took out some equipment, and after a few minutes announced that it was not water, but liquid carbon dioxide. CO2 is usually at gas at this temperature, and it's never a liquid. The laws of physics don't seem to be working right. ET-354-A Mission Log, Day 14 Haven't had time to record anything for a few days. We made it to an area sparsely populated by trees. The grass there was withered and brown, and not sharp enough to pierce the skin anymore. The trees were ordinary, looked like birch, but the leaves were wrong. At some point we lost Swanson. This place is so quiet that none of us really feel comfortable talking, so we have no idea when we lost him. There was a good eight-hour window where he could have gone missing. We called to him, but none of us wanted to split up to look for him. During the night, a tree fell on 86's tent. He wasn't hurt, and none of the gear was damaged, although the tent got mangled beyond repair. 86 swears that the tree had it been that close when he pitched the thing, and none of us can tell what caused the fall. The trunk just snapped. We all agreed not to pitch our tents anywhere near a tree from now on. The next day, which was really nighttime, we heard the same roar from a few days ago. It sounded exactly the same as before, and again we have no idea what made the sound, and none of us can even agree which direction it came from. Then it started to rain. We all pitched our tents for the night. This time, a whole lot closer together than we had before. The nearest tree is about 300 feet away. MacArthur confirmed that it was actual rain and not more CO2 bullshit, and we set up the funnel thing to refill our canteens. Leroy donated his tent to Agent 86, and I offered to share mine, since it's a little bigger than the other guys. I asked Leroy what he did to wind up at the D-Class. He said he raped a couple of people. I think he might have been trying to freak me out, but who knows. Anyway, he's one of the most well-behaved D-Classes I've ever met, so I don't think he's going to, say, assault me in my sleep. ET-354A Mission Log, Day 17 Good God, the rain has finally stopped. Everything is soaking wet, including us, except for the ground. After that much water, you'd expect it to be muddy as all hell, but the ground beneath the grass is barely damp at all. Perhaps the plants absorb moisture from the ground more efficiently than the ones back home. We're setting out again. Perhaps the rain awakened some animal life. Gen Log, Day 25 What seemed to be a huge cliff in the distance turned out to be an artificially constructed wall. It's made of solid rusty iron, and it stands maybe 50 feet high. To the left and to the right, it goes on further than the eye can see. I can't imagine how thick it is. We have no way around it. We'll have to go over it or through it. We made camp for the night. We'll work out what to do in the morning. ET-354A Mission Log, Day 26 Leroy jury rigged some kind of blowtorch thing with our equipment. I swear this guy is fucking MacGyver. We cut a hole in the iron wall big enough for us to go through. We cut a hole in the iron wall big enough for us to go through. It turns out it's only about a quarter of an inch thick, but there's another wall behind it, with less than a foot between. Apparently this thing has multiple layers. Leroy cut through eight of them before we finally made it to the other side. The grass on this side is black. Not burnt or anything, it's just a different color. And finally there's some wind. I was getting tired of ██████, on occluded, that coming here was a mistake. We have to turn back. ET-354A Mission Log, Day 39 We passed through the second barrier, and were back to the weird place with the black grass. I half expected the whole Leroy cut through it to have sealed up or something, but it was still there. Thank God, or whoever runs the show in this world. I don't think MacArthur is going to make it through the night. He lost a lot of blood. ET-354A Mission Log, Day 40 We awoke to find that MacArthur had crossed. We didn't want to do it, but we had no choice but to terminate him. ET-365A Mission Log, Day 40 86 said that something back home might be able to help him, and he may have been right, but we couldn't afford to have him slow us down. We only have a few more days until ██████, A-48. We made it back to the ship with only an hour or two to spare. The first day they asked us was what the fuck had happened to Swanson, Turquoise, MacArthur, and ET-36. As if a few dead team members are our biggest problems right now. Marty has us underway, and we're definitely sinking. I just hope they don't ██████ end of log. This document was discovered in the Central Foundation database. No such mission to explore SCP-354 has yet been suggested or approved. No records of any personnel mentioned in this log exist. This logged origin is unknown.