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**Updated Special Containment Procedures:** SCP-9080 instances found traveling through any postal service shall be confiscated. The instances are to be cataloged, digitized, and stored in a secure box in the archive room of Site-96. Any online mention of SCP-9080 is to be taken down.

As SCP-9080 instances now frequently contain explicit instructions, warnings, or demands, personnel are strictly forbidden from attempting to comply with letters addressed to themselves beyond basic cataloging and archiving.

Efforts to establish communication with SCP-9080-1 are ongoing. Controlled trials in which select staff are permitted to receive and open SCP-9080 instances are currently under way.

**Updated Description:** SCP-9080 is the collective designation for a continuous series of handwritten letters that arrive without postmarks, stamps, or return addresses.[[footnote]] How SCP-9080 instances arrive through postal services while lacking these features is unknown. [[/footnote]] Letters are uniformly written with blue ballpoint ink on lined paper and wrapped in envelopes made of construction paper.

SCP-9080-1 is the designation for the theorized author and sender of the letters, which identifies itself as "Mom".

Previously, contents of the letters stated mundane predictions with limited language, which occurred at the predicted time included without fail. However, following the events of 08/22/20██, in which a recipient of an SCP-9080 instance lost their life in a fatal automobile accident as a consequence of the stated prediction[[footnote]] Letter declared that "Tonight at 7:30 PM, your hands will go numb." Recipient was noted to have carpal tunnel syndrome. [[/footnote]], instances began to display changes in content. Predictions are now accompanied by emotionally manipulative statements that mimic common parental rhetoric, with recurring themes of guilt, obedience, and inevitability. In addition, certain SCP-9080 instances have been observed to simply materialize within recipients' mail receptacles, rather than moving through local postal systems.

SCP-9080-1 now demonstrates awareness of attempts to "resist" predicted outcomes in advance, and addresses recipients in a manner suggesting personal familiarity. Instances continue to be signed as "Mom", though the salutation has expanded to include possessive language.[[footnote]] Such as SCP-9080-1 referring to the recipient as "my child". [[/footnote]]

**Addendum 9080.1:** Log of SCP-9080 Contents

[CONDENSED FOR BREVITY]

**Addendum 9080.2:** Log of SCP-9080 Contents Following 08/22/20██

|| Recipient || Contents[[footnote]] Translated when applicable. [[/footnote]] || Result ||
|| Thomas Fieldings (34, U.K. citizen) || "Sweetheart, don't wear those shoes tomorrow. You'll stumble anyway, just like when you were little." || Recipient avoided wearing shoes entirely the following day, remaining barefoot in his apartment. At 3:04 PM, recipient tripped over an electrical cord and suffered a fractured wrist. ||
|| Johnathan Marcess (25, U.S. citizen) || "Honey, at 8:15 PM, you're going to bleed. Don't be scared, it won't be much." || Recipient attempted to stay locked in his home, using padded gloves and protective clothing. At 8:15 PM, while preparing food, recipient took off gloves in frustration, and proceeded to prick his finger on the edge of a tin can. ||
|| Jr. Researcher Avery Harrell (22, Site-96) || "Darling, you'll have to apologize at 10:30 tonight. You never could keep quiet when you should, could you?" || Recipient attempted total silence for the evening, writing notes to communicate. At 10:30 PM, while restraining a distressed test subject, recipient exclaimed "I'm sorry!" when struck in the ribs. ||
|| Gerard Elverum (45, Norwegian citizen) || "Be careful, baby. Tonight on the road, that truck will fall over. I'm so sorry." || Recipient refrained from driving, missing a scheduled shift at his place of employment. At 9:12 PM, while watching television, an 18-wheel truck proceeded to crash into recipient's home, killing him. ||
|| Giacomo Cestone (63, Italian citizen) || "Tonight will have to be your last. You'll try to stop me, but I always know best. That's what moms are for." || Recipient set fire to the letter upon receiving it and avoided leaving his residence. At 11:56 PM, a fire began to spread across recipient's apartment complex, killing him in his sleep at 11:59 PM. ||
|| Kanami Suzuki (33, Japanese citizen) || "I'm so proud of you, darling. You'll finally rest tonight. Long, long rest." || Recipient contacted local police, refusing to sleep. Officers remained outside recipient's residence. At 2:13 AM, recipient fell asleep on her couch. A gas leak ignited due to faulty wiring, killing her instantly. ||
|| Michael Austin (21, U.S. citizen) || "Stop trying to fight me.[[footnote]] Recipient previously destroyed a letter stating that "At 7:30 PM, a bird will fly into your window", to which recipient attempted to shoot an incoming bird, who's corpse ultimately collided with his window regardless. This notes the first time that any person has received more than one SCP-9080 instance, and is also notable in that there is no explicit prediction within its contents. [[/footnote]] I know what's best. I always know what's best. That's what moms are for." || Recipient destroyed letter and refused to leave his residence inside of an apartment building. At 7:30 PM, a structural failure in the building’s stairwell caused multiple fatalities, excluding the recipient. ||
|| Michael Austin (21, U.S. citizen) || "Don't destroy this letter. It hurts me when you do things like that. You'll see I'm right, my son." || Recipient destroyed letter immediately and reported it to local authorities, residing inside of the waiting room of the station. At 7:30 PM, an armed gunman entered the building and caused multiple fatalities, including the recipient. ||

**Addendum 9080.3:** Incident Log

Following repeated incidents in which recipients attempted and failed to resist predictions, the Overseer Council authorized the formation of an experimental Mobile Task Force, Eta-96 ("Fate Fighters") in order to systematically oppose SCP-9080 predictions. The purpose of this initiative was to determine whether predictions can be subverted through direct, coordinated intervention, and to further observe SCP-9080-1's reactions when outcomes are challenged. Subsequently after intercepting letters and gathering their recipients for testing, the following incident occurred:

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**Date and Time:** September 1st, 20██, 09:00

**Location:** Site-96, Testing Wing

**Procedure:** Three SCP-9080 instances were intercepted prior to civilian delivery. Recipients to be brought to Site-96 and instructed to actively resist the letters' predictions under Foundation assistance and supervision. Extra personnel are to be stationed in order to prevent environmental coincidences.

**Participants:**

MTF Eta-96:
* Eta-96/Alpha ("Atropos")
* Eta-96/Bravo ("Lachesis")
* Eta-96/Charlie ("Clotho")

Researchers:
* Senior Researcher Dr. Andrew Jacobs
* Researcher Sunny Sato
* Researcher Carolyn Campbell

Civilians:
* Maria Santana, 32
* Rachel LeBlanc, 24
* Devon Gibson, 26
------
[BEGIN LOG]

//<Each civilian sits in individual chairs, each one meter away from each other. The remaining participants stand across from them.>//

**Jacobs:** Alright, let's begin. Remember, keep it controlled, and minimize doing anything that you don't have to do. The goal isn't to keep comfortable. The goal is to disprove this inevitability. Everyone clear?

**Atropos:** Crystal.

**Jacobs:** Starting now.

**Sato:** //<whispering>// Hey, pass me Santana's, I don't remember which one is which.

//<Campbell hands an SCP-9080 instance to Sato.>//

**Campbell:** Here you go.

**Sato:** Letter one. Recipient, Maria Santana. It says... "Tomorrow, at 11:41 AM, the coffee will spill on you. Don't pout, it'll wash right out." This was from yesterday.

**Jacobs:** Right. So, obvious variables. We remove coffee from the equation. No caffeine, no liquid in her possession until noon.

**Campbell:** What if we give her tea instead? Technicality check.

**Jacobs:** Don't tempt it. Regardless, we've got about three hours to just sit and observe.

//<Sato and Campbell seat themselves. During a conversation, at exactly 11:41 AM, Lachesis trips slightly while adjusting her rifle sling; her canteen bursts against the floor. The liquid splashes onto Santana's shoes.>//

**Lachesis:** ...This doesn't count, right?

**Sato:** Well, what did you have in there?

**Lachesis:** Red eye. It's a kind of coffee, I guess.

**Campbell:** Clock was exact, too.

**Jacobs:** I can't help but feel as though you should have informed us of this.

**Lachesis:** My apologies.

**Jacobs:** If the rest of you have any kind of canteens on you, please put them somewhere where they will not move for the time being.

//<Atropos and Clotho remove their canteens from their waistbands and place them onto a nearby table.>//

------

**Campbell:** Should we move these people into one of the rooms? Like, behind the glass?

**Jacobs:** Well, it would depend on if it was necessary for the specific case, but... I guess we ought to have for this one. Let's move on.

//<Campbell hands an SCP-9080 instance to LeBlanc.>//

**Campbell:** If you would like to read it.

**Jacobs:** What? What are you doing?

**Campbell:** We're gonna be amnesticizing these people anyway, right?

**LeBlanc:** Sorry, what?

**Jacobs:** Excuse her, ma'am. Go ahead and read. Fates, get the gurney, please.

//<Campbell walks into another hall and Atropos and Clotho grab a medical gurney from the corner of the room. LeBlanc's voice shakes as she reads.>//

**LeBlanc:** "You will scream today. 2:09 PM. Don't be afraid, baby, I'll be here." What the fuck?

**Jacobs:** Straightforward. If you're sedated, you can't scream. Campbell?

**Campbell:** Got it set up already.

**Atropos:** Alright, ma'am. Lay down on here, please.

**LeBlanc:** You're putting me to sleep?

**Jacobs:** It's safer this way. This is just a medical test.

//<LeBlanc hesitates, but proceeds to lay onto the gurney. All present, apart from Lachesis, Gibson, and Santana, walk into a fortified room with Campbell inside as LeBlanc is wheeled in. Campbell proceeds to attach monitoring equipment onto her.>//

**Campbell:** Okay ma'am, just hold tight for a while.

**LeBlanc:** A-Am I gonna be alright? I don't understand, what's going on?

**Campbell:** You're going to be just fine. Just a medical test.

**LeBlanc:** What about the letter? Who is that from? M-my mother's dead.

**Campbell:** Don't worry about it. We're going to figure it out.

//<LeBlanc lies with a worried expression as the rest of the room conversates off-topic. Eventually, Atropos's wrist watch begins to make a beeping noise.>//

**Atropos:** 2 o' clock.

**Jacobs:** Alright. Start the sedation.

**Campbell:** I would advise you to look away if you don't like needles, ma'am. This will only be a pinch, though...

//<LeBlanc gingerly looks away as Campbell takes her hand and establishes access with an IV needle, and administers propofol. After approximately 90 seconds, LeBlanc's eyelids remain shut and her vitals stabilize.>//

**Sato:** Let's back away. I don't want any of us tripping or something and falling on her. Anything can happen.

**Campbell:** Alright. This room shouldn't be falling apart, and I had some electricians check up on all the wiring. Installed some surge protectors as well.

**Jacobs:** Superb.

//<The participants back away from LeBlanc's gurney. Atropos checks his watch.>//

**Atropos:** 2:02.

**Sato:** Just babysitting a nap. Could be worse.

**Jacobs:** Make sure to keep your eyes on the monitors. Any spike in activity, I want logged instantly, please.

//<Minutes pass as the group patiently observe.>//

**Sato:** You know, I don't like the wording on this one.

**Jacobs:** Explain.

**Sato:** The "I'll be here, baby," thing. It's like, it's promising to watch the scream instead of just predicting. It's creepy.

**Campbell:** Maybe it's like a flex. Saying you can sedate her, gag her, but she'll scream anyway, and I'll hear it.

**Jacobs:** Stop speculating, please.

**Atropos:** 2:07 now.

//<Another silence follows. The only noise is the steady beep of the heart monitor. At 2:08:32, the EKG spikes sharply. Campbell leans forward, eyes narrowing.>//

**Campbell:** Elevated pulse. Something's happening. She should still be under.

//<At exactly 2:09:00 PM, LeBlanc's body convulses once. Her mouth tears open, and an ear-splitting scream bursts out, shrill and sustained. The monitors spike wildly. The scream lasts for three seconds before cutting off abruptly. LeBlanc's body slumps back, vitals returning to baseline.>//

**Campbell:** She... she should have still been out cold. Completely under. That dose should've lasted an hour.

**Jacobs:** Shouldn't the anesthetic have suppressed her vocal cords?

**Campbell:** Well, not... necessarily. But it couldn't have been voluntary, she had to have been under...

**Sato:** These are definitely not just chance anymore.

**Jacobs:** Campbell, keep monitoring her until she wakes up, please.

**Campbell:** Alright.

------

//<All present within the fortified room, apart from Campbell and LeBlanc, return to the lobby of the testing wing, where Lachesis and the two other civilians are seated. Sato retrieves an SCP-9080 instance off of a table and hands it to Gibson.>//

**Sato:** Go ahead.

**Gibson:** Do... Do I have to read this?

**Sato:** It'll provide context for what we're gonna have to do next, at least.

//<Gibson opens the letter with visible reluctance.>//

**Gibson:** "At 3:33 PM, you'll hurt yourself. It'll be your own fault, but it's okay. You don't always have to be perfect."

**Gibson:** ...No. I'm not doing anything. I'm not any sort of depression case or nothing. I'm just going to sit here.

**Jacobs:** That's exactly what we want. However, I believe it would be prudent to give you a sort of straitjacket or something similar...

**Clotho:** Mister, uh... Gibson, do you have any sort of medical disorder? Heart disease, et cetera.

**Gibson:** I have epilepsy. That... that could do it.

**Sato:** Great. Even if we tie him up, he's just going to have a seizure and hurt himself that way.

**Jacobs:** Be professional. Mr. Gibson, we'll be taking you to a padded room. We're going to minimize any chance of this possibly occurring.

**Gibson:** ...Alright. Is there still gonna be... a chance at all, or?

//<Jacobs stares blankly at Gibson.>//

**Jacobs:** Perhaps. Let's go.

//<Gibson is escorted carefully to the padded testing room. Atropos and Clotho flank him while Jacobs and Sato follow.>//

**Jacobs:** We'll secure you in the center. Any sharp or hard objects are removed, restraints will only prevent accidental movement, nothing more.

**Gibson:** So... I just sit? Nothing else?

**Sato:** Just like you said. We'll be on standby in case things get out of control.

//<Clotho applies a straitjacket to Gibson, who is seated in the center of the padded room in a chair bolted to the floor. Restraints are then applied around his torso and limbs lightly to prevent movement. Heart rate, EEG, and EMG sensors are attached.>//

**Jacobs:** Alright. We're starting the observation phase. Time?

**Atropos:** 3:25.

**Sato:** I don't know what you usually do, but any attempt to "fight" this isn't required. We're just gonna observe and stop you from getting hurt.

**Gibson:** Fine, fine...

//<Minutes pass. The room is silent except for the quiet beeping of the monitors and occasional shuffling. Sato inserts a mouthguard into Gibson's mouth as he fidgets slightly, trying to stay calm.>//

**Jacobs:** How's he doing?

**Clotho:** Pulse steady. EEG stable. Everything normal.

**Jacobs:** Good. Let's hope it stays that way.

//<At 3:32:20 PM, Gibson shifts his weight slightly. The sensors pick up a small spike in muscle tension. He sighs, visibly tense. At exactly 3:33:00 PM, the EMG spikes sharply. Despite the restraints, Gibson's body jerks violently. Heart rate jumps, EEG shows a burst of activity.>//

**Sato:** Seizure oncoming now.

**Jacobs:** Just wait.

//<Gibson's entire body attempts to thrash, but he is restrained firmly. His jaw clenches, but the mouthguard prevents him from biting his own teeth. His heart rate continues to rise, but at 3:33:39 PM, he thrashes once more, goes limp, and his mouthguard falls out. The monitors show stabilization to healthy rates within seconds.>//

**Jacobs:** Wait, this is good! Very good! There doesn't appear to be any visible harm, but let's run a ch--

**Gibson:** No! N-n...

//<The monitors begin to beep rapidly, and at 3:33:50 PM, Gibson screams in agony, fighting against the restraints. An unknown object begins to bulge through his straitjacket, as though being pushed out from within his chest cavity. A sealed white envelope pierces out from under the straitjacket, unstained and intact, despite its apparent point of origin. Gibson sits limp once more.>//

**Atropos:** Manifestation event. 3:33:58.

**Sato:** That came //from// him, right? We all saw that?

//<Clotho moves to retrieve the envelope.>//

**Jacobs:** Don't touch it yet!

//<Clotho stops, but squints at it.>//

**Clotho:** Sir, it says... "To: Andrew Jacobs, From: Mom".

**Jacobs:** Are you fucking serious?

//<Sato leaves the room, and quickly returns with medical forceps.>//

**Sato:** I don't think it's going to blow up. Should we retrieve it?

**Jacobs:** ...Yes. Bag it. Do //not// open it. Yet.

//<Sato hands the forceps to Atropos, who retrieves a clear bag from a pocket in his tactical vest. He grasps the envelope with the forceps and places it within.>//

**Sato:** But... if it's addressed to you, what's the point of not opening it? You know whatever's inside is gonna happen anyway.

**Jacobs:** The point is control. If it escalates further when we resist it, then--

//<Before Jacobs can finish, the containment satchel loudly begins to rustle. The envelope shifts inside, sliding against the plastic. The writing on the front visibly darkens, the strokes becoming heavier and fresher.>//

**Atropos:** Should I place this down?

**Jacobs:** Just, slowly put it down on the floor. Away from us.

//<As Atropos puts the envelope down, it ceases writhing. The envelope now reads, in the same handwriting but with bolder letters: "Dr. Andrew Jacobs. Read me now." The room falls silent, bar the beeping of monitors.>//

**Sato:** Are we waiting for it to grow legs?

**Jacobs:** We wait to see if it'll stabilize or continues on.

**Clotho:** Sir... with respect, it says "read me now."

**Jacobs:** Which is exactly why we don't. It's demanding, trying to dictate terms. We don't negotiate with anomalies throwing tantrums.

//<The satchel abruptly convulses once, sliding an inch across the padded floor on its own. Gibson lets out a hoarse groan as his vitals spike once more.>//

**Gibson:** Please... Make it... st--

//<Gibson loses control of his speech as he begins to seize. Campbell begins to speak over Atropos's handheld transceiver. Screaming is heard in the background.>//

**Campbell:** //<through transceiver>// Hey, uh, Miss LeBlanc woke up from the anesthesia fine, but, just now it looked like she went unconscious and started screaming again. Her vitals are spiking on these monitors and I have no idea what the fuck is going on.

**Sato:** I think you have to read this letter.

**Gibson:** HELP!

**Jacobs:** Give me that radio, damn it! Fates, hold him steady!

//<Atropos hands his transceiver to Jacobs, and goes to brace Gibson's chair while Clotho steadies his shoulders. The envelope inside the satchel begins to thrum audibly, the plastic rattling against the padded floor in rhythm with Gibson's convulsions.>//

**Sato:** You see the timing? It's synced to him...

**Jacobs:** Campbell, status on LeBlanc?

**Campbell:** //<through transceiver, shouting over screaming>// Monitors are redlining! I’ve already maxed the sedative dosage, it's not doing shit!

**Sato:** Andy. Enough stalling. Open the letter.

**Jacobs:** It's Dr. Jacobs. And that is not how we operate.

**Sato:** How much farther does it have to escalate?

**Jacobs:** Go get a sedative from Campbell so he stops thrashing.

**Sato:** B--

**Jacobs:** Go.

//<Sato leaves to retrieve a sedative injection. Gibson's convulsions worsen, his head snapping back against the chair's restraint. The envelope rattles louder on the floor.>//

**Clotho:** Sir, his vitals are spiking into critical ran--

**Jacobs:** I'm aware. Hold him steady until Sato returns.

//<Clotho tightens his grip. Over the beeping, Santana suddenly shrieks, clutching her chest and stumbling backward against her chair. Her scream cuts into frantic sobs, then back into a raw howl.>//

**Santana:** FUCKING-- HELP-- MEEEEEEEEE!

//<A muffled tearing noise echoes as a foreign object appears to bulge through her shirt, which then slides out from under, falling on the ground and revealing itself as a sealed red envelope.>//

**Lachesis:** Good God, it's another one!

**Atropos:** Manifestation event. 3:42:20.

**Jacobs:** Don't touch it. Nobody touch it!

//<The envelope jerks upward, slapping against Santana's leg. She tries to kick it away, but it adheres to the fabric of her pants like static cling. Her eyes go wide with terror as it begins to force itself open.>//

**Santana:** GET IT OFF ME! PLEASE—PLEASE—

**Jacobs:** Lachesis, restrain her! Keep her from tearing it open.

//<Lachesis grabs Santana by the wrists as the envelope unfurls. A folded sheet forces itself halfway out, words already visible in shaky script. Santana stares directly at the page, pupils dilated, and speaks calmly.>//

**Santana:** "At 3:44 PM, you will beg for your life. Nobody will listen. You will understand you were never meant to be saved."

**Jacobs:** Shut her up!

//<Santana begins to sob audibly before Lachesis covers her mouth. Sato enters the room.>//

**Sato:** Sorry I took so long, I had to restrain the LeBlanc lady. She's yelling things, and flailing, and... just... just read the fucking letter!

**Jacobs:** Enough! Administer that to Gibson here and say nothing more.

//<Sato moves to inject Gibson. The satchel containing Jacobs's envelope begins sliding across the floor again, scraping against the padding as though dragged by an unseen hand.>//

**Campbell:** //<through transceiver>// Jacobs! LeBlanc's tearing herself apart! Her restraints aren't holding, and the anesthesia's not registering—she's— WAIT! //<loud crash, unintelligible screaming>//

**Lachesis:** Sir, she keeps—thrashing--

//<Santana wrenches free of Lachesis's grip just long enough to scream.>//

**Santana:** PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

**Atropos:** ...3:44.

**Jacobs:** Just hold her down. Have you sedated Gibson?

//<Jacobs turns to witness Gibson continuing to convulse.>//

**Sato:** That dose could've dropped a horse...

**Atropos:** He's fighting harder, sir.

//<The containment bag convulses violently. The white envelope inside forces itself through the plastic, edges slicing clean through as if the bag were wet paper. The handwriting flashes brighter, strokes thick and wet, as though freshly scrawled in ink.>//

//<At 3:46, Gibson and Santana begin to scream. The red envelope updrafts, and although Lachesis swats it away, it adheres to Santana's face, sealing over her mouth and nose like wet paper. Her eyes bulge as her screams are strangled.>//

**Lachesis:** She's suffocating!

**Jacobs:** Don't touch it! Do not interfere until we understand the mechanism!

**Sato:** There's no mechanism! There's no fucking pattern! There is some //thing// doing this and the mechanism is that it's going to kill these people if you don't read the letter!

**Clothos:** Sir, Gibson’s oxygen is dropping! Forties—thirties—he-- he's flatlining! We need an order!

**Jacobs:** Keep doing what you're doing! Do not do anything else!

**Sato:** These people are gonna die in front of us for nothing!

**Campbell:** //<through transceiver>// Jacobs! LeBlanc's choking again—skin temperature's burning, I swear she's glowing—oh--

//<Static cuts in, Campbell’s voice drowned by a mechanical distortion, like a warped chorus of overlapping whispers. For a moment, the transmission carries only one intelligible phrase:>//

**Transceiver:** Read me now.

//<The white envelope writhes on the floor.>//

**Sato:** I'm opening it.

**Jacobs:** You'll stand down, Sato! That's an order!

**Sato:** And when we've got three corpses? Then what?

**Jacobs:** If you grab that fucking thing, **//I'll have you shot dead!//**

//<Jacobs takes a moment to look around, witnessing the writhing, dying bodies of the civilians, as the Task Force agents struggle to restrain them.>//

**Jacobs:** God damn it.

//<Jacobs runs forward, snatching the white envelope off of the floor with bare hands. As he removes the letter inside and begins to read, his scrunched angry face visibly drops and his eyes widen.>//

//<Jacobs lowers the letter, and as he does, Santana and Gibson exhale one last ragged scream, then cease moving. Both sit motionless, restraints creaking as their bodies go slack.>//

**Sato:** Oh, you son of a bitch.

**Atropos:** 3:48:12. Termination confirmed for both subjects.

**Lachesis:** Sir… what does it say?

//<Jacobs slowly folds the letter.>//

**Jacobs:** End the record.

[END LOG]
[[/div]]

[[div class="email"]]
**From:** O5-3 <o5-3@site01.scip.net>
**To:** Dr. Andrew Jacobs <ajacobs@site96.scip.net>
**CC:** O5-1 <o5-1@site01.scip.net>, O5-2 <o5-2@site01.scip.net>, and 10 others
**Subject:** Mandatory Appearance
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Dr. Jacobs,

The Ethics Committee and Overseer Council has reviewed preliminary accounts of the recent SCP-9080 incident log. Your refusal to comply with standard anomaly engagement under conditions of civilian duress is under question.

Three fatalities occurred under your direct supervision, despite repeated opportunities to intervene. Your after-action justification is considered insufficient and evasive.

You are hereby ordered to arrive to Site-96 at 0800 hours on September 3rd, so that you may be transported to and present yourself in person to the Council chamber at Site-01. You will provide:

* A complete reconstruction of your decision-making process.

* An explanation for the loss of all civilian subjects.

* A defense for your continued leadership over SCP-9080 research.

Failure to attend will result in your immediate removal from project oversight and possible reassignment pending disciplinary review.

No written response will be accepted. [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-9080/offset/2 This matter requires your presence.]

- Overseer Three
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