INTERNAL CCTV RECORDING
[[size 85%]]O5 MEETING CHAMBER B
[The primary entrance double-doors swing open as O5-4 hesitantly walks into the chamber. O5-9, O5-12, O5-6, O5-5, O5-10 and O5-7 are present; some are sitting on their meeting chairs, some are standing up; all are facing in disparate directions.]
[O5-4 stops for a moment, before stumbling towards an empty swivel chair and sitting upon it.]
O5-4: Hey. What’s the meeting about? Didn’t see any extra info about it, like, listed, anywhere. And where’s One?
O5-9: Couldn’t make it.
O5-4: Right. Matter of fact, where’s everyone else? I was told everyone was coming down here today.
O5-6: Just be quiet. This is important.
[O5-12’s hands slide off her face as she looks across the circular meeting table toward O5-4. It is apparent that she has been crying.]
O5-12: Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. I can’t believe this.
O5-4: Hm?
O5-5: Hah. Didn’t get the memo, eh?
O5-9: Gosh. I don’t think he did.
O5-4: Oh. Sorry. Busy day.
O5-6: Yeah? Incredible. Absolutely stellar. Ethan, do the honors.
[The room is silent, save for several sniffles and the sound of tissue paper being removed from a tissue box. O5-6 glances at O5-10, who appears to be sweating profusely. O5-10 blows his nose into a tissue, and slowly rises from his seat.]
O5-10: Oh right. Yeah. The- what was it? The Surrealistics- Department? Yeah they- uh, found something today.
O5-4: Uh-huh? What’d they find?
O5-10: The hieroglyphs. The hieroglyphs, Hugh. In the sky.
[Silence. An air conditioner whirs.]
O5-4: I’m not sure I follow.
O5-10: The Foundation! It’s fucking over. It’s over as we know it. They found those gosh darn hieroglyphs. At night. In the night sky. Somewhere in uh- I think they said Aquarius? That sorta direction. They’re saying some crazy stuff, Hugh. They’re saying it’s time to pack up shop. We’ve gotta leave it all behind, Hugh.
O5-4: I’m really not sure I understand the situati—
O5-5: Yeah I bet you fucking don’t, you pile of shit. You never do. You never understand.
O5-12: You never understand, Four.
O5-6: Look, Four. This is a dire situation. We’ve talked to all the experts about this, y’know. These are people who really know their stuff. They’re all talking about ending the Foundation. It’s really the best solution to this problem .
O5-4: You’re saying they found- they found hieroglyphs? In the night sky?
O5-5: Yes.
O5-4: The Surrealistics Department did this?
O5-9: Yes.
O5-4: And these hieroglyphs— they say we have to shut down— the Foundation?
All: Yes.
O5-4: Well shit.
[O5-1 bursts into the room, breathing heavily. His business suit is heavily tarnished.]
O5-1: I’m late. My apologies. Twelve said there was a meeting here- something about an astronomical anomaly?
[O5-12 erupts into tears, swiftly followed by O5-6 and O5-9. All other overseers assume the foetal position and begin screaming into their clothing.]
[END LOG]
Per consensus decision of the Surrealistics Department, the SCP Foundation is to be dissolved immediately. It’s really for our own good.