Three SCP Foundation agents stand before a
large warehouse. Their mission is simple. Enter the building, find the observation unit
that has gone missing inside, recover the data from it, and leave. It should be easy. But the rundown structure they’re standing
in front of is no ordinary building. This… is SCP-015. The leader of the group, a large, muscled
man who goes by the codename of Agent Six, slides open a large door on the front of the
warehouse, and immediately the whole group is struck by a sight that makes them reconsider
just how easy this mission is going to be. In front of them is not a wide-open warehouse
floor but a cramped tunnel leading deeper into the building. The group has a job to do though, and so the
three head inside, Agent Two first, followed by Agent Lon, the data specialist, and finally
Agent Six, the expedition leader in the rear. As they enter the narrow hall of pipes, the
light from their flashlights plays off the floor, walls, and ceiling. Flashlights are one of the only items allowed
in SCP-015, and they reveal what the researchers had told them in their briefing, that many
of the pipes aren’t made of standard materials, but instead are all sorts of strange substances
like wood, glass, or even bone. The odd series of pipes have formed a twisting
tunnel leading deeper into the warehouse. The group must be careful since the floor
is uneven, with pipes occasionally sticking up out of the floor like tree roots, ready
to trip the unobservant. The three follow the corridors of pipes along
the path that they each had to memorize. As they come to branching paths, Agent Two
speaks the series of turns they must take aloud. Left. Left. Right. Left. Right. Right again. Straight. Right. And so on as they go deeper and deeper. They’d have to follow the directions exactly
if they hoped to reach the place where the Modular Robotic Vehicle should be. Left. Straight. Straight again. Right. Just a couple more turns and they’d reach
the point where the MRV had sent its last signal before going offline. As they walk though, they find that some of
the passageways are getting more difficult to pass. The pipes have closed in at certain points,
choking the already small tunnels down to mere crawlways. At one particularly narrow point where the
group must get down on their bellies and pull themselves along the ground. After Lon and Two exit the tight passage,
Agent Six suddenly calls out to the two agents ahead of him. “What is it, what’s wrong?” Two asks. “I’m stuck,” comes from the response
from Six. Lon and Two grab Six’s arms and begin pulling. With a loud grunt from all of them, Six finally
comes free. His pant leg is shredded from the thorny wood
that one of the pipes in the narrow tunnel is made from, but he’s free and they can
continue on. Finally, after what seemed like an hour of
walking, they finally find it. The Modular Robotic Vehicle that had been
sent in to investigate the current state of SCP-015. There’s something very strange about the
robot’s condition though. It looks like it has been speared right through
its primary observation unit. A smooth black pipe that appeared to be made
of dark fabric had pierced the vehicle right through its camera, but the lens didn’t
appear broken. Instead, it looked as if the pipe had somehow
connected with it, docking inside the lens housing as if the two parts were made for
each other. Other pipes had protruded from the floors
and walls as well, snaking into open spots on the vehicle, and lifting it up a foot off
the ground. They looked over the robot which was held
helpless in the air, its wheels slowly spinning as its internal battery ran down. The agents walked around the MRV examining
it, looking confused about the fate that had befallen it. Six suddenly broke the silence. “Well? What are you waiting for?” Lon wasn’t sure what to do though. As she got closer to the robot, she noticed
that a foul-smelling substance was dripping from the pipe that had merged with the camera. Her job was to remove the data from the MRV
but they also had strict orders not to damage anything in SCP-015. So what was she to do about the robot? Wasn’t it technically a part of SCP-015
now? She was worried if she removed the data cards
then SCP-015 might… well she didn’t know exactly. Six didn’t buy it though. The researchers may have told them that 015
“reacts” but he could see now that it’s just a bunch of weird pipes. Maybe it grows or moves a bit, but how would
it even know they were there? It hadn’t shown any signs of sentience,
let alone sapience. He wasn’t going to hang around in here any
longer than he had too though, and if Lon wouldn’t get on with it then he would. Six moves to the MRV and flips open the data
cover on its side. More of the fetid liquid pours out but he
ignores it. Lon and Two both look at each other, did the
other hear that too? It sounded like steam venting from somewhere
deep inside SCP-015. Six doesn’t seem to have heard it and begins
to remove the thin data cards from the MRV. With the data now recovered, he decides to
see if could free the vehicle from the pipes. It wasn’t necessarily a mission objective,
but why let good Foundation property go to waste when it’s right here in front of them? Six pulls first at the MRV, then the pipes
that were running into it, but he can’t get it to move, it’s completely stuck, seemingly
fused to the pipes. “Come on, we’ve got the data, let’s
get out of here,” Two says. But Six isn’t done trying. He sets his flashlight down and uses both
hands, pushing against the wall of pipes with his foot to gain additional leverage, when
suddenly there’s a creaking sound. “Ha! I think got it - “ But Six was mistaken. It wasn’t the sound of the MRV coming free
that he had heard, but the sound of the floor underneath him giving way. Six falls into the floor up to his armpits
and the other two agents rush to help him, but as they do they notice the glow and immediate
burst of heat coming from the hole. Thickly flowing molten glass begins to fill
the hole and Agent Six cries for help as they desperately try to pull him free. His cries turn into screams of desperation
as they each grab an arm and after a struggle, finally manage to free him and drag him from
the hole. Six is no longer screaming as he is pulled
free though, his eyes and mouth are locked wide in sheer panic. Lon is now the one who starts to scream as
she realizes that they have pulled only the top half of Agent Six from the hole the fiery
pit. The bottom half of his body is completely
gone, burned away by the heat of the liquid glass. There’s no time to be shocked though, because
pipes begin to hiss and ping all around them. A wooden pipe above Two and Lon suddenly bursts,
sending a cloud of dust flying into their faces. It’s powdered glass, and it starts to pour
out of the broken pipe, covering what’s left of Six completely. Two spits out a thick stream of blood, his
mouth shredded from the glass particles, as Lon desperately tries not to rub them deeper
into the cuts in her eyes. They both know they can’t stay here though. They have to run. The pipes are deafening as they move as quickly
as they can back the way they came. It sounds like a train is barreling through
the building. They’re surrounded by chaos. Boiling chemicals pour out of one pipe. Tiny slicing rose thorns spray out of another. They come to a crawlway that’s just a couple
feet wide, but it’s their only way forward and they have no choice but to enter. Two dives in and starts crawling. Lon is hesitant, but a blast of steam from
a pipe near her head convinces her she has no choice and she follows after him. Two wriggles through the narrow passage and
is surrounded by more sounds of pipes creaking all around him. Each one seems like it might burst and pour
who knows what deadly substance onto him. But he has to suppress his fear and keep moving
forward. Finally, he emerges into a wider hallway. He turns and looks back at the hole. Lon should have been right behind him, but
there’s no sign of her. He sticks his head back in and calls for her. There’s no response but he can hear her
still in there, somewhere in the dark, struggling. He has to help her. Two gets back into the passage and starts
crawling. She couldn’t have been that far behind him. Probably just around the next turn. But as he crawls around the bend there’s
nothing there, just another wall of pipes. The passage has been sealed up. It’s a dead end. He presses his ear to the wall and can hear
Lon screaming on the other side. He hits his flashlight against the pipes in
anger. The pipe shakes for a moment then bursts,
spraying out a black liquid that covers his hand. It’s some kind of corrosive acid and he
screams as it burns through his gloves to the flesh beneath. He quickly crawls backwards out of the narrow
tunnel and emerges back out into the wider passage. Two cradles his hand, trying not to look at
the exposed bone. “I’m sorry!” he cries as he runs through
the tunnel of pipes towards what he hopes is the exit. “I’ll get help! I’ll come back, I swear!” Lon can’t hear his promises though. She heard what she thought was a pipe burst
followed by Two’s cries, but she doesn’t know now if he’s dead or alive. She decides she has no choice but to go back
the way she came. Maybe there’s another way out, but after
moving just a few inches her feet touch a solid wall. She’s trapped in a space no bigger than
a coffin. She feels around but there’s nothing here
in the dark, nothing at all, just smooth, fuzzy, warm pipes. No wait, there is something, a gap in the
ceiling. But it’s just the open end of another pipe,
and now there’s something dripping out of it. Droplets of whatever the substance is land
on her face, and then a full stream of liquid pours out onto her. She coughs as it gets into her mouth but then
realizes that it’s sweet. It’s… honey. At least it wasn’t molten glass or deadly
acid. Maybe she could even survive for a time on
the liquid, until another expedition team came to rescue her. Her brief moment of hope is cut short when
she realizes that the pipe isn’t stopping, and that she’s already lying in an inch-deep
pool of honey. Lon beats on the walls and ceiling as the
honey continues to rise around her and screams for help. She tries to plug the pipe with her fingers
but it's no use, nothing can stop more and more of it from pouring out. The honey continues to rise around her, and
all she can do is scream and claw at the pipes that have created her tomb. She presses her lips to the ceiling in an
attempt to gain one last breath before the honey completely fills the space. Her final choking gasps are sickly and sweet
as the honey fills her lungs. Agent Two keeps running through the tunnel
of pipes. His hand no longer hurts at least, either
from the shock or from the fact that all the nerve endings had been burned away. The horrible sounds coming from the pipes
seemed to have stopped too. Maybe he really would make it out of this
alive. Lon might have found another way out too. There’s no telling how many routes through
this maze of pipes exist. He would probably exit the building to find
her outside waiting for him. Poor Agent Six though. He never had a chance after opening that cover
on the MRV. His thoughts are abruptly interrupted though
when his foot catches on an unseen pipe and he falls forward onto the floor. Or rather, he should have fallen on the floor. Instead, a pit opens up in the ground leading
to a steep, sloping floor of pipes. He screams and tries to stop himself, but
the slick liquid covering everything makes it impossible for him to slow his descent
and he begins to slide down the pipes. His dimming flashlight shows what seemed to
be an endless tunnel of pipes stretching down into the dark. The tube of pipes twisted this way and that,
slamming him into the walls on either side, tumbling him head over feet. And the descent never seemed to end. He screamed until his voice went hoarse, then
gave out entirely. He didn’t have any way to mark the passage
of time other than when his flashlight finally started to flicker and then dim before finally
dying. He slid down the endless tunnel of pipes for
what felt like days in the darkness, far deeper than they physically should have been able
to go. When the friction of the pipes began to tear
his skin away, it was almost welcome. At least there would finally be an end. Following the loss of the SCP-015 recovery
team, the data on the Modular Robotic Vehicle was deemed non-vital and no further expeditions
were authorized in order to try and recover it. SCP-015 is a mass of pipes, vents, boilers
and other various plumbing apparatus that have completely filled an otherwise non-descript
warehouse located in a major American city. Any time the warehouse is not being directly
observed, the pipes will begin to grow, filling nearly all of the available space in the building
but also trying to connect to other nearby structures through the sewer and other subterranean
infrastructure systems. The current best estimate of Foundation researchers
is that the building contains over 190 kilometers of pipes, which range from just 2.5 centimeters
to over 1 meter in diameter. While some of these pipes will look new, others
have the appearance of being rusted or damaged, with many showing signs of leaking. The pipes are made of a strange assortment
of materials as well including bone, wood, steel, pressed ash, human flesh, glass, and
granite. Oddly, no pipes composed of lead, PVC plastic,
copper, or any other material one would normally expect to be used for the production of pipes
have been found. But by far the strangest anomalous quality
of SCP-015 is that it appears to react to aggressors. Should the building detect that personnel
inside of it are carrying tools, or if they make any attempt to either damage or repair
any of its pipes, they will trigger an immediate reaction. Pipes near the offending subject will often
burst, spraying them with a variety of liquids that have included oil, mercury, rats, a species
of insect not yet identified, ground glass, seawater, entrails, and molten iron. More and more pipes will continue to burst
around the subject until they either retreat from SCP-015 or are killed. SCP-015 was discovered by the Foundation after
reports that pipes emanating from a warehouse had mysteriously started to connect to multiple
other nearby structures, with no obvious answer for how or why they had suddenly begun emerging
from the structure. The pipes were eventually able to be cut back
and are now solely within the warehouse once again, but the human cost of containing SCP-015
has been high, and so far eleven SCP personnel have been killed in their interactions with
the anomaly and an additional twenty are still missing. All of the missing are presumed to also be
dead, though there have been reports of banging and screaming coming from within the building
that may indicate they are still alive in some form. SCP-015 has been classified as Euclid, and
because the building itself is impossible to move, it has been effectively contained
on-site. The Foundation maintains a gap of at least
two meters around the warehouse, and no structures are allowed to be built that make contact
with the building’s outer walls. Should any protrusions from SCP-015 be detected,
the pipes are to be immediately capped and sealed. Internal exploration of SCP-015 is permitted
with approval from senior staff, but following numerous losses within the site, expedition
teams must consist of three members all of whom are equipped with safety lines and GPS
tracking. The teams are not allowed to bring any hand
or power tools with the building, nor are they to attempt any repairs or maintenance
of any kind while inside. There’s no need to enforce these rules though,
seeing as SCP-015 appears more than happy to terminate the offenders itself. The SCP Foundation contains many anomalous
locations though SCP-015 may just be one of the strangest. But decide for yourself by comparing it to
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