#049 j

[hyperfixationsofthebagel]

everything's a joke to me

[scpaftermathau]

Regret

In his sparsely furnished cell, SCP 049, as the False Doctors called him, (although he was partial to Ms. Arachne's nickname, Corvus) was hunched over a metal dining table, working on his medical journal. He was fully engrossed in his writing, the monotonous scratching of his quill on the paper echoing off the plain concrete walls. He paid no mind to the False Doctor who stepped into the observation chamber, a glass-walled balcony on the side of the cell.

“SCP 049. We have news, courtesy of Dr Hamm.” He turned his head, anticipating the cruel words that always followed that sentence, as he sent an icy glare at the False Doctor, then resumed his work.

“No doubt you know of the containment breach that occurred yesterday.” He continued to pay little attention to their words, instead etching his notes into the sides of the margin.

“The corpse of SCP 049-J2 was found earlier this morning.” Corvus froze, pausing mid-writing, his hand giving the slightest of trembles. He forced himself to continue, his mind racing. Surely not. He reasoned with himself, Julie couldn’t possibly be…

His thoughts were interrupted by the False Doctor again, “It will be incinerated and the ashes disposed of at noon today.” Corvus checked his pocket watch discreetly, 9:45am, and stifled his shaking hand. “I have a scrap of its cloak, if you desire it?” He looked up, eyes widening at the familiar pale purple fabric. They were goading him, daring him to breach, to do something, anything.

He clenched his gloved hand into a fist, knowing exactly what they would do to his remaining descendant, Junior, or 049-J, if he showed even the slightest sign of care or affection towards him. He had done his very best to stay distant, and dare say cold, towards the two of them, but even that hadn’t saved 049-J2 from her fate. He hated to admit it, but despite his rough attitude towards them, he cared for both of them deeply.

It killed him, to know that Junior would have to deal with this alone, to realise that his younger sister, with whom he had grown alongside, was gone forever. He was painfully aware of how much Junior would hate him once he heard the news, but Corvus was struggling not to despise himself, for trusting the Foundation in the first place, for allowing them to create near-clones of himself, and for letting them be separated from him.

[rangertowerdefensesimulator]

scp fixation is back after years because of a youtube video ranking roblox scp games....wow...... y'all fw yaoi?

[zealthewhatever]

049 and Miss j have a chat

[doble-d-2]

[3mt10-0o0]

落書き

[bionicboxes]

Don't think I ever shared my updated 049(-J) fakemon.

[scp035sdiscordkitten]

I wanna see 049-j third wheeling, or just him worming his way into everything, like a CLOSE-UP MAGICIAN?

I like to imagine that SCP-049-J and SCP-053 are around the same age and are just the cutest BFFs. Doing arts and crafts with each other and wearing little friendship necklaces where one says "uni" and the other says "corn" and frolicking around whilst accidentally murdering people Also, I don't really imagine 049-J existing as 049s kid in my universe, but I do like the idea of them having a relationship. 049 is just more like "If I see this kid I'll make sure he doesn't get himself killed" instead of genuinely caring for -J like a child. And, in turn, -J thinks 049 is the coolest guy around when he kills people for the sake of "the cure"

[xdesiress]

Did you know some birds arc their wings when they feel threatened?

Some birds also get guns.

[prinx-quail]

The brainrot won. It's human scp time

Just a cute lil couple photo with your local gay people. Dyo DEFINITELY isn't sitting on the Doctor's lap to look taller no sir-ee

Also behold your local tough guy. He totally is NOT a supportive father of one and DOESN'T push his roomate's wheelchair when it runs out of battery. He has no heart and eats nails for breakfast.

Cute lil family photo time :) these people are rich enough to buy a country. (Dyo is off doing.... Whatever it is they do unsupervised and forgot to show up, hance was not included)

Man i love human scps you've got:

Body paint enthusiast and influencer that apparently was NOT joking about making neckbreaking asmr

Old ass war veteran with untreated ptsd

Homeless teenager (please dear gods someone be nice to this mans this beast wtf has the world done to this critter)

And an actual baby

Y'all thought you could escape the spankoflex a d Dr.Hamm/049 version of Jay lmao you were so incorrect and you will never escape them

[hyperfixationsofthebagel]

I loovve mossface

[scpaftermathau]

Motives pt.2

He lumbered down the concrete corridor, his scalpel clutched firmly in his hand. He read the signs at the otherwise unmarked doors of the Euclid Sector, 047, 048, 049. He stopped at the door of his father's room, reaching his free hand towards it, but he paused as he felt a pair of eyes watching him. He turned back around, and for just a moment, he could have sworn he had seen his sister, but he shook his head, don't be ridiculous, he growled internally, 049-J2 has been dead for months.

He stuck his fingers through the small gap of the ajar door and pulled it open forcefully. A small sense of satisfaction come over him when he saw his father jump at the noise, dropping his 'oh-so precious' notebook on the ground. 049-J stepped inside the room, "049. You know exactly why I am here."

049 met eyes with his son as he spoke, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

He stifled a growl, "The Pestilence, I want to be able to cure it."

His father sighed, shaking his head, "You know why you can't. You are not a true doctor, you never will be."

049-J bunched his fists, seething with fury, "But I am your son, surely that must mean something."

049 shook his head, speaking with a frigid tone as he kneeled to pick up his book, "You are no son of mine."

Something snapped inside of 049-J, and before he knew it, he had tackled his father to the ground, one hand around his neck and the other raising the scalpel high in the air. 049's eyes widened at the sight of the blade as he struggled to break free.

049-J counted how many times he stabbed his father, 4 straight into the chest and 2 in the neck. He stood up, surveying his bloody 'work'. He wiped the blood from his scalpel, a cruel sense of satisfaction washing over him, "And you, are no father of mine." He spat as he walked away from his father's corpse.

[rangertowerdefensesimulator]

or, alternatively. a doodle from the corner of my last canvas . i saw someone use an actual toddler leash recently . it amazed me . (and made me think that. yeah. 049 would use a toddler leash on 049-j.)

[aughhghnoww-my-femur]

035 doodles to try out a new brush

(featuring 049 and 049-j)

[doble-d-2]

[zealthewhatever]

SCP-049 and SCP-049-j try to cure the same patient