Chapter 0: PROJECT: S23FS

(PROLOGUE)

MTF Reta-23 (Viper Tongue) secured the nearly 1,000-mile perimeter of Greece. The Scp Foundation forbids any authorized staff from approaching the region and will proceed with extreme caution while carrying out deadly activities. Project WATTS protected the territory in Greece. The SCP Foundation owns the subtly colored mountains. Any issues must be reported to the administrator for approval. Greece's mountain range; Mount Erymanthos; atmospheric and freezing temperatures; and the project's group of populated mountain regions: Watts, database, and reservation; S23FS is the Site 23 Facility Station code. 

Under the name Dr. Frederick William, a massive sinkhole was discovered in 1924. Within the gradually deeper sinkhole, the Foundation established stations and cataloged them. 

The sinkhole's lifespan is millions of years old. 

According to the information collected, there is a significant amount of EMP in the area. Within the structured hole width of 3.2 miles, the mountainous hole depth is anticipated to be 80,200 feet deep.

There is an unknown city in the monstrous hole, and the structure seems alien and out of this planet, reaching and showing 10,000 feet in circumference; the state of the unknown city was in thick ash, as the air is heavy. 

April 21, 1967, 9:33 PM

The Database: Geologist and seismologist Dr. Farwell James discovered artifacts in the abandoned pit. Civilizational technology was thought to be separate from society since it lacked magic and featured distinctive qualities dating back to ancient times. The artifacts were repeating objects constructed of materials with varying metal densities and shaped into figures. One of the finds was the symbolism of a devil biting on a cogwheel, one of the rare remnants discovered. Due to the limited oxygen in her tank, Dr. Farwell James photographed the enigmatic artifact.

Dr. Stephen Husk and Dr. Saner saw this weird thing in a photograph on January 3, 1970.

Four days later, Drs. Stephen and Saner returned to S23FS to prepare.

They are skeptical about the whereabouts and existence of this enigma artifact, which may be tied to the old city. They couldn't have covered much information regarding the former city because of the site's horrible atmospheric attributes. But things have changed recently. To preserve the place without harming the environment, SCP Foundation recruiters recycled the site's ambient gases and controlled them by blasting nitrogen compounds. 

Dr. Stephen, Dr. Saner, and the Mobile Task Force Squad 01 investigated the site on January 7, 1970, at 4:20 AM.

This is a recorded audio recording of Dr. Stephen and Dr. Saner.

"The findings were much more..." says Dr. Stephen. As usual, it's complicated. There appeared to be weird construction in the city center. "Damn, this is exhausting." 

Dr. Stephen, on the other hand, says, "Saner is studying the arbitrary scriptures written in the city, while... my butt and my man are still walking to the center to check out the structure."

"Hello, Stephen here!" says Dr. Stephen. We appear to have discovered some form of resentment about odd magic being related to the bizarre building. It's really beautiful. I discovered it first, so I'll call it Stephen. (*MTF 01: "That's not going to happen.") (*Chuckles*) 

"My job here is done; all I have to do is sample my foundations, and then we get our butts outta here, Stephen," says Dr. Saner. "How's your team doing?" 

Dr. Stephen, what are you doing? "(*Cough*) Its doing fine, Saner; we were just recruiting backup to take care of this structure; we just focus on our findings, alright?" 

Dr. Saner says, "Affirmative." 

"Oh sh*t, I must have found something," says Dr. Saner. (*scraping*) Oh God... There appears to be a path; I will provide you the coordinates (MTF: *Radio*)."

Dr. Stephen: "On it."

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Prior to 30 minutes later...

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Dr. Stephen, what are you doing?" "Saner, I don't see you anywhere; I'm at the locations that you provided me; are you sure this is the place?" Oh sh*t, what the fuck is that? *HOLD FIRE* (MTF). 

(*RAPID GUNSHOTS*) Dr. Stephen Stephen, I REPEAT, AN ANOMALY BREACHED THE SITE! I REPEAT (*HUFF*), (*HUFF*) CALL BACK. 

Doctor Stephen: (*WHIRING*) Oh fuck (*distant screams*), (*rapid FOOTSTEPS*) ABANDON THE MISSION, CLOSE THE FUCKING GATES! NOW. (*FOOTSTEPS*) I REPEAT 

The conversation has come to an end.

Friday, January 26, 2015

"Shit, I can't do this anymore, Doc." Dr. Igan exhaled fearfully, befuddling his arm and gripping his head. 

"Even if it's the will of Sacrificing our very friends, I can't bear the pain," Dr. Igan palmed his face, his harsh voice filled with pain. 

"I've been researching this location for years and can't seem to get the edge to go any further." Doc, doesn't this seem ridiculous?" Dr. Igan growled, both frustrated and heartbroken.

"Please, Dr. Igan, it's the matter of the subject that we are able to protect our citizens from this danger." Dr. Burg responded with regret. 

"You can say," Dr. Igan responded as he sat up in his office chair. All you want, Doc, but the foundation is disregarding this option; we might find a method to move the project forward; none of them are willing to." He crossed his arms and glanced at the ceiling, his back now against the wall, as he interrupted himself with frustration. 

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"That is one of the reasons we haven't been able to go subjectively any further in answering our questions in recent years." We can't go much farther in 'protecting our people' because of our ridiculous policies. I'm not sure what the future holds, doc; our study in the S23FS has yielded nothing in the previous 40 years since those scientists squandered their time. Dr. Igan grabbed the undisturbed orange files on his desk, tossed them into the trash bin, and got a cigar from the drawers, lighting it up with a sneer on his face, disregarding the years of worthlessness. 

"The project will be cancelled in 10...10 fucking years." Dr. Igan cast a peek out the window. His chilly, stale face was tinged with a bluish color. "Goodbye, Greece," he muttered, smoking his cigar till the smoke trailed out and vanished.

Dr. Igan retrieved his vehicle keys and a trenchcoat from his coat rack before greeting Dr. Burg at the entryway, arms crossed. 

"You know, once you leave Greece, the project will be solitary without your help." Dr.Burg stepped ahead of Dr.Igan.

Dr. Ian continued to ignore Dr. Burg's comments.

"How about that thing?" You have been studying for years." Dr. Burg spoke quickly and ramped up his walking speed. 

"You can't leave your study; that means a lot for the SCP Foundation and the people." Dr. Burg quickly signaled, following Dr. Igan through bends and corridors. 

"Yes, I can, Doc." Dr. Igan grunted back, coughing out the rising smoke while keeping the cigar in his mouth. 

"That's not true, Igan! I truly meant it. The SCP Foundation will provide you with agents if they discover reasons in those ten years before cancellation, but because the SCP Foundation is busy, the agents are sparse, but that doesn't always mean it's over." Dr. Burg is adamant. 

Dr. Igan halted his escape from the building. 

"SCP Foundation, supply?, ten years." Doc, you're a joke; please quit your foolishness. The SCP Foundation has many years and agents, but they are greedy and looking for 'NEW THINGS'; they're merely weary of old'stuff'; have they not tried anything new yet?" Dr. Igan responded calmly and amusingly. before exiting the building and smoking the smoky cigar. 

"IGAN, WE CAN NEGOTIATE EVEN FURTHER." Dr. Burg demanded answers. 

Dr. Igan could be seen in the distance, his body looking ahead, disregarding Dr. Burg before flipping off. 

'What's the matter with you, Igan?' yelled Dr. Burg as he pounded the ground.

The snow fell gently, coating the pathways and foundation. 

Dr. Igan climbed into the cold car seat, and to relieve his strain, he lit up his cigar from the snowy winter, inhaled one final cigarette, and put it down on the ashburn tray on the front inside of the car. He started his automobile, which roared to life. Igan took a quick glance through the windshield and said, "Fuck!" Snow had accumulated on his windshield. "Fuck you, winter!" He slammed open the automobile door and left the vehicle, biting his lower lip in wrath, to clear the windshield. 

However, he saw a buzz and heard a ringing in his pockets. He quickly took out his phone and received the call, thinking, "This better be worth his time." 

"Dr.Igan Someone I know can support us. 

"Well, I'm going to need more than just 'assistance' if you want to keep this project document going. What specifically can this individual provide us? We require specific remedies. and expertise to overcome the challenges we're facing. Igan went inside the car.

"Oh, I know he will do more than help Igan; he can solve all problems."

Dr. Igan scratched his chin. "Give me a name; we will start tomorrow at 6:00 a.m. sharp."

"Murphy Lawden, sir." 

Dr. Igan nodded approvingly. "Murphy Lawden, the renowned problem solver Let's hope he lives up to his reputation."