SCP Foundation Santa Clause: SCP Foundation

By Fandom Books and Michael Schuerman

The adventure begins when Krampus, Santa's notorious counterpart known for his malevolent antics, escapes with a host of Christmas-themed entities. To counter this unprecedented crisis, the SCP Foundation enlists Santa and his team of adept elves for an urgent mission: to track down and contain these rogue entities before they wreak global havoc.

Each chapter of the novel unravels a new challenge and introduces a unique entity, heightening the suspense and intrigue. From the Yuletide Yeti, SCP-1950-Y, who brings an unseasonal blizzard to a sun-kissed paradise, to the sinister Cursed Carol Book, SCP-2000-S, which transforms beloved Christmas carols into ominous curses, Santa and his team are pushed to their limits. The stakes escalate when the Chaos Playbox, SCP-2025-E, unleashes turmoil within the heart of Santa's workshop, turning it into a battleground and testing the elves' mettle and resourcefulness.

"SCP Foundation Santa Clause" seamlessly blends the festive charm of Christmas with the intrigue of the SCP Foundation's secretive world. The novel explores themes of bravery, ingenuity, and the enduring power of the Christmas spirit amidst otherworldly dangers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fandom Books
• Release date: Nov 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223759379

Book preview

The Krampus Catastrophe

The SCP Foundation’s Containment Facility 19 was a fortress of the unknown, a place where the world's strangest and most dangerous anomalies were kept away from unsuspecting eyes. Tonight, however, the unspeakable happened. Deep within its bowels, where the most menacing entities were held, an eruption of chaos shattered the silence.

Agent Reynolds and Agent Brooks, seasoned operatives, hurried down the dimly lit corridor, their footsteps echoing ominously. The red emergency lights cast an eerie glow, painting their faces with an unsettling hue.

Status report! Reynolds barked into his radio, his voice a mix of authority and concern.

Static crackled before a tense voice replied, It's Krampus, sir. He's out. We've got multiple containment breaches. It's a mess!

Brooks swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously. Krampus? The Christmas demon?

Reynolds nodded grimly. The very same. And he's not alone. He's unleashed others... Christmas-themed entities, all of them dangerous.

They rounded a corner, coming face to face with the aftermath of Krampus' escape. The air was thick with a sense of dread, and the remnants of what once were agents lay strewn across the floor.

Brooks stumbled, gagging at the sight. How could this happen?

Reynolds, though shaken, maintained his composure. Krampus is cunning, more than any other entity we've contained. He waited, watched, and learned. And when the moment was right, he used his chains to break free.

Suddenly, a low, guttural laugh echoed through the halls. The agents tensed, their hands instinctively going to their sidearms. From the shadows emerged Krampus, his goat-like features twisted in a malevolent grin, chains rattling ominously around his wrists.

Ah, little agents of order, Krampus sneered, his voice a gravelly whisper. You thought you could cage the spirit of Yuletide retribution? Foolish!

Reynolds aimed his gun, his voice steady. Back to your cell, Krampus. This ends now.

Krampus laughed, a sound that chilled the bone. No, my dear agent. It's only just begun. I've waited centuries for this moment. To turn this joyful season into a nightmare. And with my fellow Christmas spirits unleashed, I shall turn this world into a winter of despair.

Brooks, fighting to keep his fear in check, stepped forward. You won't succeed. We will stop you.

Krampus tilted his head, regarding Brooks with a twisted amusement. Brave words for one so young. But tell me, agent, have you ever danced with nightmares on a cold winter's night?

With a swift motion, Krampus vanished into the shadows, his laughter lingering like a malevolent echo.

Reynolds turned to Brooks, his expression grim. We need to alert the higher-ups. This is beyond our pay grade.

As they hurried back, the facility's intercom crackled to life, the voice of the Director urgent and commanding.

All agents, be advised. Code Black. Krampus has escaped and released multiple SCP entities. Initiate Protocol Claus.

Brooks frowned. Protocol Claus? What's that?

Reynolds's face was a mask of seriousness as he loaded his weapon. It means we're calling in the big guns. We're recruiting Santa Claus.

The corridors of SCP Foundation's Facility 19, usually a bastion of controlled calm, were now a frenzy of movement and panic. Agents, clad in tactical gear, rushed past, their faces etched with a mix of fear and determination. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the sharp tang of electrical fires, the aftermath of Krampus' chaotic escape.

Agent Reynolds and Agent Brooks moved with purpose, their minds racing to keep up with the unfolding disaster. The facility, designed to be impenetrable, had been compromised, and the implications were terrifying.

Sir, what are these other Christmas-themed entities Krampus has released? Brooks asked as they navigated the maze of corridors.

Reynolds glanced at him, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. They're some of the most unpredictable SCPs we have. Each one tied to Christmas lore, but twisted, dangerous. Like SCP-1225-C, the Everlasting Christmas Tree. It traps people in a never-ending cycle of Christmas Day. Or SCP-1345-T, the Tinsel Terror, turning holiday decorations into deadly traps.

Brooks shuddered, imagining the havoc these entities could wreak. And Santa Claus? How can he help?

Reynolds led Brooks into a secure communication room, bustling with activity. Santa Claus is not just a myth, Brooks. He's SCP-2800, classified as Thaumiel. He's been an ally to the Foundation in the past. We believe he's the only one who can counteract Krampus' influence.

Brooks watched, fascinated, as Reynolds approached a high-tech communication setup. The agent's fingers danced over the keypad, inputting a secure code.

The screen flickered to life, revealing a command center where a stern-faced woman in a military uniform presided. Director Westfield, Reynolds greeted.

Agent Reynolds, Director Westfield acknowledged, her voice crisp. Report.

Krampus has escaped, ma'am. He's freed other SCP entities. We need to initiate Protocol Claus immediately.

Director Westfield's gaze was steely. Understood. Activate the protocol. Santa Claus is our best hope now. We cannot let Krampus spread chaos. This is a Code Black situation, Reynolds. Containment and control are our top priorities.

Yes, ma'am, Reynolds affirmed, his tone resolute.

Brooks watched as the screen displayed a map, blinking lights indicating the locations of the escaped entities. He couldn't help but wonder about the bizarre alliance between the SCP Foundation and Santa Claus.

As they left the communication room, the facility shook with a deep rumble. Somewhere, another entity was making its presence known. The two agents exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between them. They were in the eye of a supernatural storm, and time was not on their side.

Outside, the night sky was a canvas of stars, but the peace of the cosmos was a stark contrast to the turmoil unfolding below. Krampus, with his newfound freedom, was already weaving his dark magic, turning the festive season into a landscape of fear and chaos.

As Reynolds and Brooks prepared for the mission ahead, the Foundation braced itself. The battle to reclaim the entities and