Three Thousand To One

FUCKIN EEL HAS GONE WEIRD!

DIVE DIVE DIVE!

"This is the submarine Eremita, broadcasting for the SCP Foundation on all frequencies. If anyone is able to receive this signal and is not aware of the situation, the full SCP-001 documentation has been made open access, and is being broadcast parallel to this message. Do not go outside at day or night without full body coverage, do not attempt to provide assistance to anyone who has been affected. If you have the means to provide assistance, we are currently positioned off the East coast of Delft Island in the Indian Ocean, requiring medical supplies. This message will now repeat…"

Captain
FirstMate
Enthusiastic
Specialist
D-Michael
D-Jared

FirstMate exits the communications deck.
Specialist asks about the lack of responses.
FirstMate says there hasn't been any.
Chat for a while about how buggered they are,
and how the captain is deteriorating.

Something happens to D-Michael, he's not responding.
while on a fishing trip.
Get back in the communications deck, Specialist takes
the mic, refers to D-Michael by his number.
FirstMate takes over, tries to contact Michael.
No dice.
Tries to contact D-Jared, who's also out there.
"I don't know, something grabbed him. Didn't look
like a shark."
"How big?"
"Very."

Dark shadow descends over the sub, not that you'd
be able to tell with the blacked out windows.
the captain exits the cockpit, grumbling.
"What is it, boss?" -Specialist
"I can feel it, coming in the air tonight. Oh Lord." -Captain McCaptainface

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