Chapter 1: The Watcher
Day One, the victim feels a presence. Nothing moves, yet the air is heavy, the silence deeper than normal. Sleep is uneasy. Objects seem out of place though untouched. Something is watching, but never seen.
Day Two, SCP-8893 lets itself be glimpsed. Standing behind a door, pressed into the dark corner of a child's room, its black rectangular eye locked onto its prey. It never moves when watched. It simply exists, waiting for recognition.
Day Three, the whispers begin. Not voices, but fragments - memories that do not belong to the listener. It touches. Small nudges at first, then harder shoves. Furniture shifts. Doors open wider than they were left. It is testing responses, observing fear.
Day Four, it moves. SCP-8893's four hind limbs carry it swiftly, its two front arms grasping, controlling, preventing escape. Its jaw, unseen before, splits open, revealing rows of jagged teeth. There is no time left. The victim is consumed, leaving no remains.
Chapter 2: The Lore
SCP-8893 is believed to be incomplete - a failed experiment scattered across time. It does not simply hunt; it gathers. Its whispers are pieces of minds it has taken, fractured thoughts spoken in forgotten voices.
Researchers fear it does not kill in the traditional sense. Victims disappear, but echoes of them remain - integrated into SCP-8893's speech, trapped in the broken consciousness it is assembling.
Sightings have been recorded for centuries. Sketches of its form appear in old journals, its presence described in dying words of those who vanished without a trace. If it is searching for something, what happens when it finds all it needs?
Chapter 3: Survival Guide
Day One and Two, ignore the sensation of being watched. SCP-8893 does not advance if unacknowledged.
Day Three, do not listen. If whispers begin, resist the urge to respond. Do not investigate movement. Secure doors, but know it will still enter when it is ready.
Day Four, do not fight. Struggling accelerates consumption. No defenses have worked. Escape is nearly impossible.
Chapter 4: The Body Structure
SCP-8893's anatomy is unnatural. It moves with four back legs, precise and controlled, allowing rapid travel through tight spaces. The front limbs exist for manipulation - pushing, grabbing, ensuring its prey cannot flee.
Its smooth, oval head lacks facial features except for its black rectangular eye. It does not blink, yet it always sees.
Its mouth remains hidden until needed - flesh splitting apart to reveal elongated, serrated teeth. It does not chew, does not tear. It devours in full.
Chapter 5: The Journal of John Hammond
Journal of John Hammond
Date: 1873
"It watches. It waits. It does not speak, and yet - I hear it."
"We were fools to think separation would stop it. The lakes held it apart, divided, ensuring it would never rebuild itself. But something went wrong. It knows. It understands its own failure. It searches, it hunts, and it will not stop until it has gathered every missing fragment."
"On the third night, I felt it. The shoves, the forced movement, the unnatural presence. And then - the fourth night. I fled before it could take me. But I see it still. In corners. In doorways. In the depths of mirrors where my reflection feels? wrong."
"If the pieces align, if the voice finally unites, there will be no more witnesses."
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SCP-8893 was never meant to be whole. The whispers grow stronger. The sightings more frequent.
And when it is complete - there will be nothing left but silence.
