#Confinement

[facebook-refugee]

I worked for Bung as a manager for awhile. If this gets enough notes I will tell you folks the plot of the final containment episode.

EDIT: It's released on my page

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[kuuyandere]

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[simply-sammm]

Dibujo atrasado por el 14 de febrero, además, hace poco busqué la serie para ver si finalmente había salido el episodio 8 o había algo nuevo solo para enterarme de todo el quilombo de Lord Bung :(

[basementstalker]

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[whumpandothercomfort]

Whumpee who's been recently released from months or even years of claustrophobic confinement. Physically there are consequences like terrible muscle atrophy, a loss of range of motion, chronic pain from having been kept in such a cramped position for so long...

Mentally and emotionally, it's even worse. They no longer feel safe when not confined. Waking up in a soft bed and reaching out to find no bars, stone, or walls makes them panic. They can't orient themselves in space. Unexpected touch is a sensory nightmare. They keep seeking out places that feel secure, which means places that feel familiar. Caretaker keeps finding them curled up inside the dryer or pressed under the bottom shelf of the linen closet/pantry.

Caretaker is trying to teach them independence again and is worried sick about enabling this. Whumpee asks to be chained to their bed to sleep so when they wake, they know they're "where they're supposed to be."

Caretaker refuses. But they do find a small compromise -- Whumpee will settle down immediately and start breathing easier if buried under about seven weighted blankets.

[marejadilla]

Mary Carroll, "Self Portrait with Memory", 2022, acrylic. B. 1979 West Virginia.

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James Turrell, Soft Cell, 1992

[metalatias5]

AU Summary for my SCP/Confinement AU (SCP AU)

This is SCP-51302 aka SCP Simon

He's used by the Foundation as a living crash test dummy because he's an anomaly with regenerative immortality and thus will simply respawn any time he dies.

I won't like, this AU is extremely heavily inspired by Lord Bung's Confinement series, I just looked at Connor and Dr. Powers and needed them to be Simon and Betty...

This, of course, means that Betty, or Dr. Grof, in this AU is Simon's psychologist and girlfriend who goes above and beyond to try and make him feel better, even when that means trying to rid him of his immortality to make him "normal".

The remaining cast of Adventure Time in this AU are either another SCP, staff of the Foundation or in some cases both.

Finn is an SCP who can summon swords.

And Jake, well, he's Jake, of course he's an SCP too.

Finn's mom, Dr. Minerva Campbell, is one of the scientists at the Foundation.

Dr. Bonnibel Bubblegum is both an SCP and a scientist working at the Foundation.

Marceline is an SCP for being both half-demon and a vampire (though she wasn't raised by Simon in this AU so she's quite a bit more dangerous).

The Ice Crown is an SCP object, one of many that Simon has tested.

Finn's dad, Martin Mertens, is a former D-Class who managed to survive long enough to convince the Foundation to keep him around as part of the cleaning personal.

[scp035sdiscordkitten]

how I imagine Connor from Confinement n DV from Detective Void rn, knowing both of their channels have been deleted/privated also anybody else see the leaked footage from ep8? man I feel so bad for the connor character I loved him sm but now he's like,, ruined

[facebook-refugee]

I don't think anyone is gonna care, but I'd like to state my role in confinement before I share what I know.

TLDR: I started off making and running merch and started trying to fix other issues they had. I have a business background so was easy for me. Bung rejected my proposals and to get help so I left.

I volunteered my services and went on to take the role of merch. I've made everything from plushes, pins, a tarot deck, everything for the show. But it was going slow so I volunteered to step up with the discord mods.

I made proposals on how to payback for patreon, begged Bung to get medical help, dealt with our partner companies for merch, made mock up shorts with another animator, proposed streams to raise money. I had to soothe a paranoid addict into trying to complete some art every day. In the end, I made one big presentation on how to fix everything. It was turned down. So I left.

I'm not proud to say it, but I would come back and make offers again. While it was the most stressed I was, I loved everything I did to help the channel when I worked there.

[the-anon-scp-confessions]

I THINK SOME OF YOU GUYS KNOW WHO I AM BUT WHO CARES. ANYBODY HERE STILL FW CONFINEMENT, TALES FROM THE FOUNDATION OR DETECTIVE VOID??? pls yall i need 2 yap abt them

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[rodwacker85]

do scp confinement fans exist

[dramainsv]

Since Bung is deleting their channel, my friend decided to archive all the (important) SCP Confinement videos onto a Google Drive Folder

I'm only uploading this in behalf because they don't want their name associated with Confinement so go nuts. (you can reupload these)

[basementstalker]

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[lamaenthel]

Solitary Confinement

[read on ao3][Febuwhump prompt: Solitary Confinement]

After being captured alongside General Kenobi by the Seppies, Cody holds out hope that rescue will arrive in time.

Characters: CC-2224|Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano Word count: 1575

The cell is damp and near-freezing. With Cody's vision robbed by whatever contraption they'd bolted over his eyes, his other senses have sharpened. He has to be careful not to breathe with his mouth open. The smell of rot and open sewage had him gagging when they first dragged him into the stronghold. He's gotten used to it. Mostly. It's only gotten stronger in the last few days.

Soft tapping from the other side of the room is the only point of contact he has with General Kenobi.

"Take heart, Cody. The beacon was launched before we were captured. I don't expect we'll be here long." General Kenobi gives him one last encouraging smile from the floor, his wrists chained above his head, before the clankers bring out the drill and start attaching the metal blinder to his temples. "This should be entertaining at least, my dear."

Their chains give them just enough leeway to stand, though if they do it more than a few times an hour they're shocked into unconsciousness. It happens if they speak, too, which seems idiotic as the Seppies would have a better chance of overhearing something than extracting it. He marks the days by torture sessions; by his best estimate, there's a full rotation between visits. The chains hum and go warm with promised electricity. The door opens and one of them is dragged out of their cell for uncountable minutes to be interrogated.

Cody much prefers being strapped down to the table over his General. At least he knows what's going on when a droid asks him for GAR secrets in a monotone buzz, right before the needles go into his neck and what feels like acid fills his veins. Its agony, but they'd started training him to withstand torture at five. At least when they're torturing him he can breathe.

The waiting is the worst. Those dreadful seconds when metal footsteps approach them and he doesn't know who they'll choose are worse than anything they can inject him with. General Kenobi has no such training, just his strength of will, and while it's indomitable, Cody knows it will give out eventually.

Maybe that's why they haven't taken him for three days. Kenobi taps on his chains every few minutes so Cody knows he's still alive, but he can't hear the reassuring sound of his Jedi breathing over his heart's own drumbeat pounding in his ears. There's nothing else to hear in the gluttonous, bloated silence.

He's dehydrated. Water wasn't provided—deemed unnecessary when every day the droids held his head under a steady stream of it until he passed out—but they haven't been fed since they arrived. Not food, anyway, just leathery balls of surprisingly sweet jelly during their torture sessions. They get angry when he chews them, so he keeps doing it, figuring it's the right call. His stomach cramps violently, squeezing acid up into his throat and eroding delicate tissue. His body is starting to cannibalize itself. Every torture session leaves him weaker, but it doesn't matter. He will survive, force his heart to keep pumping blood even when every other bit of him wastes away, because that's what he was made for. He's a Marshall Commander to a High General, not some wet-behind-his-ears shiny who's never known a night without Kamino's thunder. He knows how to withstand any torture, no matter how brutal.

Kenobi taps again. Cody taps back. It's all they can manage. It's enough to keep going.

Take heart, Cody.

He will. He'll let them rip him up from the inside out if that's what it takes, but he will not lose hope. Not if his General still needs him.

He feels the hum of electricity in his teeth right before his chains warm and come alive again. He steels himself. Any moment the door will open. They'll drag him off again to ask the same questions that he won't answer, flay him like a nerf left to rot in the sun, then throw him back in his cell once they deem it to be another wasted day.

The door doesn't open. Instead, the chains go cold. Cody frowns; that's never happened before. The floor vibrates, and he's thrown violently to the side with the force of an explosion somewhere below them. The rushing roar of blood in his ears intensifies. "General Kenobi?" he whispers, taking a chance that their captors are occupied with whatever the hell that was. He can't speak properly anyway. Between the screaming and the stomach acid, his voice is virtually gone. "Can you hear me, General?"

Kenobi taps again, unwilling to risk it. Cody accidentally sucks a deep breath in, gagging from the stench of rot. It's all he can do to not vomit, even though he doesn't have anything to bring up except acid. He ignores the burning in his throat. DC-17 carbine fire echos through the vents, a song as reassuring as a mother's lullaby to a clone trooper. "They're here, General," he says, adrenaline jumpstarting his weak heart. "We did it." We survived.

Kenobi taps again.

Waiting for his brothers to find them is more painful than anything their captors have put him through. He can hear boots thumping, blaster fire getting closer, the hum of a swinging lightsaber. He twitches in his chains, weak muscles begging to join the fight. Who came, the 212th? Undoubtedly they'd come in some capacity, but he would hazard a guess that there's a fair amount of blue mixed in the golden orange. Skywalker never was one to sit on his hands and wait patiently where General Kenobi was concerned.

"Just hang on, General. They're almost here." Cody licks lips that taste like sour old iron. First thing he's going to do after seeing to his General and getting debriefed is grab the bottle of tihaar he confiscated from Wooley. There aren't many perks of being in command, but if he had to make a list then sampling the contraband for “safety reasons” would definitely be near the top.

The blaster fire gets closer, along with the subsonic buzz of a lit saber. Cody fidgets in his cross-legged sit, his legs on fire and cramped from being bent for days, barely able to contain himself. The door beeps and slides open. Cold air that smells like corpses is sucked into the room, shocking him. He hears a single, sharp inhale, high-pitched and young. "Cody?" a trembling voice asks after a few pregnant seconds.

"Commander Tano," Cody rasps. The words scrape his throat like rusty sheet metal.

The sound of her footsteps scuff across the floor. "Oh, Force, what is this?" She touches the metal band that the droids had bolted into his skull. He jerks in his chains as a lightning bolt of sharp pain zaps through his temples, accidentally smacking his head against the wall as he does. "It's okay. Don't move, everything is going to be fine." Her commlink beeps. "Rex, cell 117. I found them. I need a medic here, now." Her voice shakes. “E-Everything is going to be okay.”

"General?" Cody tries to clear his throat, tastes blood instead. "It's alright, General, we can talk now. The chains are turned off."

Kenobi taps.

"Don't… don't let Anakin up here." Cody's blood freezes. A soft, trembling hand runs across his brow, mindful of the bolts this time. "We tracked the beacon." Her voice cracks. "We came… we came as fast as we could."

Cody leans into her soft touch, for her comfort as much as his. She's always been so sensitive. "I'm alright, Commander. Go check on General Kenobi."

He hears a humming fwoom. She cuts his chains with her lightsaber, rubbing his bloodless hands briskly like he'd been out in the cold once they're free. "It's going to be okay, Cody," she says again. She's crying.

"General, please say something," Cody says hoarsely. The stench of rotten flesh is so overpowering that he can taste it. "Obi-Wan?" Why hasn't he said anything? Why hasn't he greeted Ahsoka? When did the tapping stop?

The tapping resumes; relief floods his system. "Get off of him!" Her lightsaber ignites, swings, and a wet chitinous thump follows a moment later. "I'm sorry." Ahsoka whispers it over and over again until the words slur together.

Cody reaches up to the metal blinder and starts turning the bolts that keep it attached to his skull with numb fingers. The screws take forever to twist out of his swollen, infected skin, but he doesn't stop even when Ahsoka grabs his wrists and begs him to. He shoves the sobbing girl away and rips the blinder off with an agonizing scream.

It takes a few seconds for his vision to adjust. Even in the near pitch-black his eyes hurt. General Kenobi sits cross-legged exactly where Cody had seen him last. He's still chained to the wall, mottled hands cuffed above his hanging head. A pile of something shiny and wet glistens in his lap.

Cody creeps closer on his hands and knees, unable to trust his weak eyes. His hands slip in the slick blackness that covers that side of the room. The smell of rot and sewage is almost unbearable. Cody reaches out a quivering hand, confirms with a touch what his eyes refuse to see.

The bisected insect that's been eating its way through the General's guts taps weakly on the floor one last time before finally dying with a hiss.

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