Item #: SCP-8807
Level 4/8807
Object Class: NEUTRALIZED
Classified
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES
SCP-8807 is to be stored in the mortuary of Site-67. Access to the subject for research purposes and relevant research logs is to be requested from the Site-Director. (Denied; see: Appendix [8807-003]. - O5-4.)
DESCRIPTION
SCP-8807 designates the corpse of Theodore Frencoire, 179 centimeters in height, aged at 54, and of Caucasian descent. The subject displays severe radiation burns, especially around the eye area; cause of death has been identified to be radiation poisoning.
From records recovered at the site of recovery, the subject received anomalous properties after extensive human experimentation conducted by GoI-005 (”Chaos Insurgency”). Notes indicate that GoI-005 attempted to develop a ”living weapon” for utilization against the SCP Foundation and/or the public.
Bordeaux, France.
Theodore Frencoire went missing on 12/23/2024, in Bordeaux, France.
APPENDIX [8807-001] - HISTORY
On 04/22/2025, during an exploration of an installation of GoI-005, information on additional installations located in Europe was recovered.
Above ground portion of SCP-8807 recovery site.
On 05/15/2025, an installation in ████████, France, was discovered. Although the site was abandoned, SCP-8807 as well as additional research logs were recovered at the site.
APPENDIX [8807-002] - LOGS
The following is a transcript of research logs recovered at the site of recovery of SCP-8807. For a comprehensive list, contact your your facility’s DEEPWELL archive.
RESEARCH LOG 8807-001
[BEGIN RECORDING]
<Sounds of clicks of buttons of the recorder are audible. Low muttering is audible as well.>
KIERSON: Fucking hell…
<Sounds cease. Creaking of a chair is audible.>
KIERSON: Okay… (clears throat) Operative Dirk Kierson, reporting on—
<Loud closing of a door is audible in background.>
KIERSON: (shouts) I’m making a recording, asshole!
KIERSON: (pauses) Anyway… reporting on the subjects. All are in relatively good health, accounting for some bruises here and there. All of them are ready for the test trials.
<Silence.>
KIERSON: So… yeah…
<Silence.>
[END RECORDING]
RESEARCH LOG 8807-002
SUBJECT #: 1
S/A/H/W/E: Male/54/179/84/Caucasian
REPORT: Subject 1 has been responding well to treatment. Reports of migraines and limb stiffness occasionally are within acceptable parameters. Resistance is dealt with via mild electrocution. Have already spoken with higher-ups about inefficiency of method & potential loss of subject; have yet to receive reply.
First signs of development of preternatural capabilities; subject recoiled when operative Henderson entered his cell with a concealed taser. Was screaming and retreated into corner of the cell.
Obviously, this is progress. Recommend enactment of treatment for remaining 3 subjects.
Dirk Kierson
RESEARCH LOG 8807-003
[BEGIN RECORDING]
<Clicking of a lighter is audible, followed by an exhale.>
KIERSON: (exhales) Project SOUP’s been successful so far. Testing with Subject 1 will commence in two days, while Subject 2 already went through today.
<Silence. Inhale. Exhale.>
KIERSON: 2 burned his own eyes out; apparently shooting super-hot lasers out of your eyes isn’t good for your health. (chuckles weakly, trails off)
KIERSON: Subject 3 will be prepared tomorrow. Hope she fares better than 2.
<Silence. Long exhale. The stumping of a cigarette is heard close to the recorder.>
[END RECORDING]
RESEARCH LOG 8807-004
[BEGIN RECORDING]
<Subject 1 stands within a barren, stark white room. He is severely malnourished, with various bruises adorning his body.>
<In front of him are three boxes; one is made of wood, one is made of sediment, the last made out of a metallic material.>
<He is shivering, frantically looking around the room.>
<The intercom system crackles to life. Subject 1 tenses up and recoils from it.>
KIERSON: (via intercom) Subject 1, report on what’s in the left box.
SUBJECT 1: (weakly) P—please…
<In the adjoining observation room, Henderson pulls out his taser. Kierson motions for him to stand down.>
KIERSON: You are aware of what’ll happen if you disobey orders. Now, do as I said, Subject 1.
<Silence. Subject 1 begins to sob.>
<Eventually, he looks up from the floor at the left-most box.>
SUBJECT 1: (sobs) Key…
KIERSON: Now the center box.
SUBJECT 1: S—shoe…
KIERSON: The right-most one.
<Pause. Subject 1 appears to have difficulties with the task.>
KIERSON: Subject 1?
SUBJECT 1: I—I can’t see it… I can’t see it!
KIERSON: Are you sure!
SUBJECT 1: I—I can’t! I can’t!
<Subject 1 begins to hyperventilate.>
KIERSON: (to Henderson) Move him back to his cell.
<Henderson enters into the experimentation room. Subject 1 retreats into a far corner, crying and screaming incoherently.>
<Henderson pulls out his taser and incapacitates Subject 1 with it. Subject 1 immediately falls unconscious to the floor.>
[END RECORDING]
RESEARCH LOG 8807-004
[BEGIN RECORDING]
KIERSON: Last night’s batch of tests were a success. Subject couldn’t see through lead. Expected, given that regular radiation also can’t pierce through it.
KIERSON: As for Subjects 3 and 4… 3 was able to lift a small car. An entire car, stemmed on her shoulders. Then one of the men heard a crack. And she folded like a lawn chair. Took custodial three hours to…
<Silence.>
KIERSON: Subject 4, well, froze to death. Took off high into the air, and fell back down to the ground as a popsicle. (sighs)
KIERSON: Project’s been a curse so far. Barely any results. Desirable, at least. Hope our boy fares better than the rest of ’em.
[END RECORDING]
RESEARCH LOG 8807-005
[BEGIN RECORDING]
KIERSON: Henderson’s dead. Well, as good as dead. Radiation poisoning fucked him up.
KIERSON: Now, you don’t need some Ph.D or genius-level intellect to figure out what caused this. Subject 1’s been confined to a solitary cell, lead-lined. No one’s allowed in or out, except if you’re wearing a radiation suit. Won’t help for long, but at least the higher-uppies are trying to make it seem like they care for us.
KIERSON: New subjects just rolled in. Apparently the uppies wanna refine some previous procedures.
<Sound of lighter. Inhale, exhale.>
<Silence.>
KIERSON: (mutters) Fucking idiots…
[END RECORDING]
RESEARCH LOG 8807-006
[BEGIN RECORDING]
<Sounds of muffled gunshots are audible. Heavy breathing interperses the audio occasionally.>
KIERSON: They broke out… some of them.
<Clicks of a firearm is heard.>
KIERSON: Empty magazi—
<Loud creaking of metal is audible.>
[END RECORDING]
APPENDIX [8807-003]
SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL MEMO
From the office of O5-4
Internal Affairs
To whom this may concern,
After our recent discovery of SCP-8807, as well as the flurry of research logs that just so happened to be on the scene, many departments have requested access to the corpse; the records even more so.
A great flurry more have even suggested that we reverse-engineer what the Insurgency was up to — to better our own weapons research projects. To all of this, I say, no.
We will not lower our ethics for simple advancements in our research, even if said research would greatly benefit not only ourselves, but the rest of the world as a whole.
All proposals regarding this conversation topic have been, and will be, tentatively denied until further notice.
Secure. Contain. Protect.