#Scp 1111

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AFROFLUFF READING: SCP 1110-1119

[thedeskofaltoclef]

Hi desk!!

What’s ur fave scp :3

My Favorite SCP is SCP-1111 The White Dog.

[prinx-quail]

The past 9 days of that dang art challenge I-

Ok we got SCPs hanging out (scp 023, scp 1111 and scp 2952) with more SCPs, A meme(049 and 035), and a crossover (682 and 053) in that order.

[lilywily143]

Drew more scp's I love!

Mr. Pierrot

He is just trying his best to be a parent. But, he fails so hard...

The Startling Statue and The Peanut

I drew these guys from memory.

Someone to Watch Over Us

A guy to be there when you die and give comfort. Love him

The White Dog

Yes, the man is part of the scp anomoly that is the doggo. I haven't read the wiki of them. I just read the oversimplified comic. I want to read the story.

The Monster That Has Been Named

Ahhhhhhh this transforming cat! I love them!

Lord of Munchies

That little plushie is so cute and I love it and I think Dr. Alto Clef would enjoy a break from making assassinations!

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[pointy-doctors-stick]

worm on a string scps part two, babey! 

[yuni-tanuki]

@xxstormysunshinexxx AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIMSORRY

im very sorry for how late i made this! ^^;

[animatorweirdo]

Undying devotion

(Inspired by an scp - 1111 the white dog. This will have two more parts, so this is not a oneshot. Also gender neutral reader) 

Warnings; blood and a lethal injury, dying and also mentions of other people dying. 

Finrod x reader

Dying is a scary concept. Especially when you weren't able to live your life to the fullest, but nothing is more terrifying when someone or something won't allow you to have such a thing.

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You were letting out rapid breaths as you run through the woods. Your body was scattered with injuries and bruises. Your eyes were swollen with tears. Your right hand was holding on to your neck as you tried to navigate through the thick fog your eyes were unable to see through. Your fingers tried to keep the cut on your throat shut, but the blood had made your neck slippery and dressed in red. It was also burning from the inside, and you were coughing blood after blood, Tearful gasps escaped your mouth as you tried to get some air, your eyes burned with more tears. It hurts

You yelped when your foot caught onto something and made you fall. Your body slammed against the mossy roots of a tree, and the jolt caused all the bruises, and your neck sting with agonizing pain. You coughed blood like a river, and now the cut on your neck was wide open to the world. Whimpers left your mouth as your body twitched and your vision of the world slowly faded. You crawled to rest against the tree you fell on. You laid your head against your hands as you slowly suffocated on your blood. You sniffed one last time, knowing what was coming for you. There was no escape from it. Death was near.

Moments of your life flashed across your eyes, and then you shut your eyes. I'm sorry, Eric. I didn't make it.

You opened your eyes because you wished to see the fading world you lived in one last time, but then something caught your eye. A blurry figure of a canine with pure white fur appeared in your sight. It sent a jolt of horror into your heart.

"No! Please let me go!" You gasped out, reaching your hand toward it, but then you couldn't breathe. Your body began twitching. Your mouth was flowing with blood, and your mind was then clouded with fog. "Please..." The silent whisper left your mouth as you lost sight of everything.

It was now nothing but darkness.

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An elf with locks of gold yawned as he and his companion rode together on a single road. "I can't wait to get back home and take a nice warm bath," Finrod stated.  "What would you like to do when we get back home?" He looked at his companion. "I think I go back on checking those reports and deal with possible threats outside the city," His companion explained. "Edrahil, my friend, you should relax a bit. This trip to visit my sister was quite long, and we're barely at home yet," Finrod said. "My lord, even though; I wish to take time off, there are still a lot of things to do," Edrahil explained.  "Edrahil, you have done a good job for keeping Nargothrond safe. I think you should take some time off," Finrod smiled. "I feel flattered for your concern, but I rather continue protecting our city than letting its safety fall upon the hands of the sons of Feanor. I mean no offense, but I don't trust them that much," Edrahil stated. Finrod chuckled. "Well, Celegorm and Curufin can be obnoxious company," He said, he then noticed a village up ahead of their road. "How about we take a break at that village?" He asked. "If you wish, my lord," Edrahil said. The two continued forward to the village.

Finrod stroked his mare's neck as it drank water along with Edrahil's steed. A fond smile dressed his face as his animal companion refreshed itself. "Have you heard?" The dog got one of them again," His pointy ears perked up when he heard that from a couple of men passing by. "Who was the unlucky soul this time?" The other man asked. "I don't know, but from what I heard. The slaughter was brutal," His friend said before they walked out of Finrod's earshot. A dog killed someone?

His attention was caught by two ladies chatting at a nearby food stall. "I don't understand why they keep trying. If the dog doesn't want anyone near the body, then it should be left alone," The elderly lady stated. "But I heard the body moves and twitches like it's still alive," The younger one of the two spoke out. Still alive? A dog is protecting a dead body, and the body might be still alive?

"Hmm... interesting," Finrod said, thinking for himself. "Is something the matter, my lord?" Edrahil asked when he heard his lord mumble.  "I will be right back," Finrod left, approaching the two ladies. Edrahil watched in confusion.

"Hello there," Finrod caught the ladies' attention. "Sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear something about a dog and a half-dead person," He said. "You don't know?" The elderly lady questioned. "It has been like this for a couple of days already. I'm surprised you haven't heard about it," She said. "Well, could you please enlighten me, milady?" He asked with a pleasing smile.

The elderly lady scoffed, rolling her eyes. "A dead person is lying at the roots of a tree at the north side of the forest. No one knows where they came from, but we know that the dog will not allow anyone to approach it," She started. "The dog?" Finrod questioned. "Yes. A large dog with snow-white fur and eyes like blood," She explained. "Eyes like blood?" Finrod tilted his head. "The reddest eyes you have ever seen," She said. "I have seen it, and it was like looking at a creature more terrifying than an orc," She said with shudders. Finrod nodded, picturing the dog in his mind. White fur and red eyes. That's a rare color combination, but he can't imagine a harmless creature like a dog killing a man.

"People tried to approach the body for a proper burial, but then the dog turns aggressive and chases away everyone who dares to approach it. Some tried using force, but then they ended meeting their early grave," The elderly lady explained. "It already took five young men. Today it took the life of one of our elders because he thought he could tame it," She explained. "Hmm..." Finrod thought about it. The dog must be powerful if it's able to kill six people. But why is it protecting a deceased person?

"But what about the body?" He asked. "Some people are saying they have seen it moving and twitching, so no one is sure if the dead person is alive or dead," She explained.  "I haven't seen it, so I don't believe it, because how can you survive when your neck is split right open?!" She questioned. Split right open? Finrod burrowed his brows. So the person died by cutthroat, but they might be still alive? This piqued his curiosity even more.

"Anyway, it was nice chatting with you. If you want to go see it for yourself. Go to the northside of this village. You might find some people there," The elderly lady left with her friend. "Right, thank you for your time," Finrod gave them a polite smile before they left his sight. Edrahil has been listening by his side. "What do you think?" Finrod asked. "I honestly don't like the sound of it," Edrahil said. "Well, I'm curious. Let's go see this dog and the half-dead person," Finrod stated. "Is this wise? I'm not saying the lady was exaggerating, but it didn't sound so real?" Edrahil questioned. "I guess the only way to find out is to go and see it for ourselves," Finrod said, then walked toward the north side of the village. "Come on, my friend," He called out. Edrahil inhaled before shaking his head and following his lord with a bad feeling in his mind.

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SCP-1111 

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when ur a fuckging pubpy

[totallycorrectscpquotes]

106: Good morning, my fellow bastards of Monday!

1111-2: God won't let me die

106: That's the spirit!

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[alcremie-mogai-n-kin]

Scp-023 and scp-1111-1

I just really love dogs :D

~ʚ♡ɞ ; Honestly? Animal SCPs are super underrated!! ~ʚ♡ɞ ; Dog SCPs make brain go brrrrrr

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Maybe the dog from scp 1111?

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Thumbnail created for the video SCP-1111 - The White Dog from the #youtube channel, SCP Explained - Story & Animation. Take a look at the video at this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VT3RodUh7PU

[pointy-doctors-stick]

the white dog