#notice from scp site command

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Notice From O5 Counsel:

The following personel are no longer permitted in any branch of the Foundation Libraries due to the incident on Monday: Dr. Clef, Dr. Bright.

The Counsel did not authorize testing on which non anomalous books could be used as weapons should the need arise. Especially not after Dr. Iceberg barely dodged the copy of "A Song of Ice and Fire" you two idiots threw at him from the fourth floor balcony. Besides, it's a standing order that you two are to stay 500 meters away from each other at all times.

Although... the look on Bright's face after he realized he dropped a rather heavy Stephen King novel on Cain by accident was priceless. Dr. Rights nearly choked on her croissant when the book flew back up and hit Bright in the face. Tell us, Jack... how are the paper cuts and black eye healing?

Just stay out of the library and away from each other, please? Thank you.

[cryptidko]

Pressuretober (late) Day 1 - Past

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Travis has had a past with a variety of different creatures and things... If anything Urbanshade was a breath of fresh air.

[D CLASS PERSONEL REPORT SHEET]

Assigned number: 22073

First name: Travis Lautaro

Last name: Tecoy Rodriguez

Date of birth (D/M/Y): 23/09/1997

Sex: Male

Height: 5'6

Former prison: ██████████, Concepción, Región del Bío Bío, Chile.

Has been given death penalty on (D/M/Y) : (N/A) 3 Life sentences and 20 years as per Chilean law.

For: 2 Parricide charges, 1 Premeditated homicide charge, 1 Premeditated Arson charge.

Hired by Foundation on (D/M/Y): 3/11/2016

Date of Termination (D/M/Y): TERMINATION ATTEMPTS SUSPENDED AS PER O5-█████ REQUEST.

Additional Notes:

Taken in originally by Chilean Branch SCP-Site 33, was moved to site 19 for further testing.

D-22073 exhibits anomalous healing properties, and similarities to SCP-███. As per request from various researchers [Refer to termination document 22073-log-██/██/2016] he is not to be classified as an SCP under O5-█████ command, testing will continue with D-22073 as the subject until further notice.

...I'm cringe, but I'm free.

[theyanderespecialist]

Jack's Wife (Headcanons) Yandere Jack Bright X Wife Reader  (SCP Foundation)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is where Jack Bright is yandere and he will be yandere for you as his wife. I will also have this in audio/video on YouTube! Please Enjoy this!]��

(Disclaimer: Artwork is Made By GavImp on Tumblr, all credit to her!) 

(Disclaimer 2: We do not support Admin Bright! Jack and Or his genderbent (Jackie) Bright Are more so their OWN STAND ALONE CHARACTER. Jack (Jackie) Bright is NO LONGER a self-insert of Admin Bright! We DO NOT Support Admin Bright, He is despicable! Separate the creation from the creator!) 

(Disclaimer 3: Dr. Jack Bright is NOT Yandere In canon! This is Just for Fun and Not To Be taken seriously at all! Simping For Fictional Characters is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, Remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!) 

-Headcanons With Yandere Dr. Jack Bright X Wife Reader- 

.Dr. Jack Bright is a chaotic man. 

.He also is very loyal to the foundation. 

.And he is loyal to his family. 

.These are three main facts about Jack. Another one is that he is in love with his wife. He is so in love that he is obsessed. 

.You, his darling wife. The love of his life, the woman he wants to bear his children. 

.Jack Bright was lucky enough to have you as his wife, for you to put up with his chaotic nature and to stand by his side. 

.Jack Bright's soul is tied to SCP 963, an amulet that anyone who touches has the soul gone and a copy of Jack Bright's soul remains in it unless removed in the first 30 days. After those 30 days, a permanent copy of Jack Bright's soul remains. 

.You were Immune to SCP 963. Abel to touch it without having your soul erased. 

.That is how you met Jack, you had an anomaly where you were your type of immortal and able to not be affected by some SCPs 

.Jack instantly felt you were someone that he could spend his life with. 

.Not only that, but when he had met your eyes he fell head over heels in love with you. 

.You were the perfect woman to be with him. Both of you were able to spend the rest of your time together. 

.Jack had stalked you and read your file, learning everything about you. 

.He was beyond obsessed with learning everything he could about you, and then he used the information to court you. 

.He loved to make you laugh and to tease you getting you flustered. 

.Seeing you give him a reaction of a blush, smile, and or laugh made his day. 

.When you had agreed to date him he was over the moon, then in a few years dating became marriage. 

.Everything seemed perfect for him and you. 

.Though Jack is still a yandere and even the best of yanderes have their toxic traits. 

.Anyone that dared hurt you ended up on keter duty and they did not make it out alive. 

.You also did start to notice that less and less people wanted to spend time with you. 

.Leaving you more time for yourself and your husband. 

.Jack told you it is probably because you are the site Commander's wife now. 

.He never gave you any reason not to trust him. 

.Jack cut out only a few people who could be around you, and even then he did not like you alone with them. 

.You never looked at another man or woman. Though he cannot help that one day you will leave him. 

.He has been so used to those he loves and those who were his family being taken away from him or leaving him. 

.So he has a deep fear this will happen to you. 

.Which makes him a very paranoid, protective, and clingy yandere. 

.He also likes to feed you and take care of you, loving when you get sick and he got to feed you, bathe you, and just look after you. 

.For him it made him feel like you needed him and just him. 

.Made you dependent on him, where all you need is your husband. 

.He was always pouty when you got better and would start to take care of yourself once more. 

.He is a very dotting, loving, and caring husband and yandere. 

.But we have to remember Jack Bright is a bit of a mad scientist. 

.So he has moments where his sanity is very unhinged. 

.Like a new researcher starts to hit on you, he would take sick pleasure in hurting them. 

.He also will sometimes go on rants to you that people are trying to steal you away from him. 

.That he knows this in his heart and that he is JUST TRYING TO keep you safe. 

.He has deep fears of losing you and this causes his mental health to be on the edge of sanity as a yandere of being stable and snapping. 

.He deals with rivals by giving them keter duty where they die or cutting them up with a chainsaw, slowly and painfully. 

.He has isolated you, where he has a firm hold on you and you do not even know it. 

.You have already accepted his love, but if you ever decide to leave him? Well, he loves taking care of you, he can take a leg or two and make the files say you terminated. 

.He is high enough up in the foundation where the foundation would not do anything to stop him. 

.YOU Help keep Jack Bright sane, so if you bring one or two legs fewer imprisoned by Jack Bright keeps Jack Bright Sane. Then That is for the greater good. 

.He can easily put you in containment as well since you are an anomaly. 

.That way you are trapped always and of Course Jack Bright will be your caregiver and or researcher. 

.This is all if you tried to leave him. 

.If you never leave him, you have nothing to worry about. 

.You and Jack will have a family and you and him will be happy together, forever, literally FOREVER! 

.Side note since he needs a new body every 30 days you always get a new physical lover that is Jack's new body. 

.So if imprisoned by him, you will never know what face your husband will have, if he is in a male body or female body. 

.It keeps you on edge, cause if you somehow did escape, you would NEVER know if your yandere husband was right there and you do not even realize it! 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my Sexy Muffins! 

[duckyfruitbat]

SCP 5000: Dread, Isolation, and Hopelessness

With Halloween being a month away, I thought I should cover some more spooky things, be it games, movies, themes, or anything that catches my fancy.

The SCP foundation needs no introduction, the monsters locked up within its archives are known even by people who don't follow SCP stories. The source archives conveying each story through a bureaucratic system gives the feeling of finding these stories yourself as you rummage through the filing cabinets finding each nondescript file with something fascinating hidden in each one. All with a stamp from a foundation that has sworn to protect humanity from the shadows. We all have our favorites here, everyone has heard of the sculpture, or the shy guy. My favorite however takes the very concept and goal of the foundation, and subverts it.

SCP 5000: Why?, is a suit of armor that was designed by the foundation that sits in a standard storage unit within site 22. It's not the suit itself that is of interest, but it's what was recorded by the suit that put it on the foundations radar.

In the files taken from the suit are logs from an alternate timeline following a foundation personnel named Pietro who is fleeing from the foundation after the O-5 council decided that it was time to destroy humanity in its entirety. To achieve this they released all of their most dangerous entities into cities, destroyed anything they had that could save humanity, and started experimenting on themselves to make themselves more efficient in this extermination.

Pietro only gets away because of the suit he slips himself into as his own site is getting cleaned out. It's an Absolute Exclusion Harness, a full suit of power armor designed by the foundation with a camouflage functionality as well as cutting edge life support system achieved with anomalous means. It can keep you alive for years, as well as letting you walk in front of someone without being noticed. Just like the one behind you right now. After leaving the site he makes his way to a safe house and learns about the state of the world outside. From here it's a who's who of the SCP universe, you see all the celebrities of the wiki engaging in bloody carnage. The shy guy, the builder bears, even SCP 682, are all out and doing whatever they want. It is revealed that the foundation sent out a global message revealing their initial purpose and their new plans to kill all humans. It is also revealed that in this change, any helpful SCP has been destroyed. This includes any contingency plan, like with the emergency cloning machine in Yellow Stone, as well as the underground London.

Eventually Pietro decides to come out of his base to find answers and survivors well into the extermination. He is confronted by a world that is getting more and more quiet as he goes. Only getting the occasional glance of human life but being quickly extinguished by foundation soldiers who are different somehow. They are expressionless except for the feeling of disgust for other humans, they also don't feel pain. Pietro runs into a line of soldiers being stabbed by their own commander, but they don't react expcept for one, who is executed on the spot.

At some point Pietro blacks out and finds himself in possession of a suitcase. In this suitcase he only knows that it's SCP 55, something that automatically wipes an observers memory of any image or knowledge of it. This includes written descriptions, the only thing known about it, is that it isn't round, and that is precisely the only thing Pietro knows about it. He also knows that he needs to bring it to another SCP, 579. From here things take a further downward turn.

As Pietro is walking, he only sees bodies, the only signs of life are from radio broadcasts. Only occasionally he finds people, he doesn't remove his harness but still sits with the people and listens to their stories. Here is where he gets information about interviews with foundation personnel who don't reveal much. It only lets him know that there are still sizable populations still out there.

He also starts opening the suitcase when he finds things too difficult. Every time he does this, time skips ahead and he's closer to SCP 579. He also eventually finds a certain foundation doctor who avoided whatever the rest of the foundation has done. It is here where he removes his helmet for the first time. It is here we learn the consequences of staying in the suit, and not sleeping or eating. The suit is keeping him alive, but now we have to question if he can even survive a normal life outside of it.

He continues to use SCP 55 as a fast forward button, but each time the world gets more dreary, and the silence is deafening. He eventually does make it to his destination, not much is revealed other than that foundation soldiers somehow gained the abilities of the sculpture. The weeping angel abilities of these new soldiers have clued them in to Pietro's presence and one of them manages to gash his leg on his way to 579's containment room. When he finally gets there and face to face with 579, the tone shifts one last time. Right before he recorded a log to anyone that would listen to find answers as to why this happened. In the end it seems that 579 told him as he was dying. The last log is a recording from Pietro simply saying, "Oh... so that's how it is." His body was discovered by foundation personnel in a different timeline that diverges years previously. Here Pietro is still alive, the suit is unknown, and all is well.

I love this story because it is what I think about when I think of horror. It is an isolating experience, full of dread and hopelessness, even with the path to a solution. This also shows how much power the foundation has and that yes, they could just decide to end the world. This is why the GOC don't trust them, this is why governments are cautious, this is why there are so many other organizations that despise them, including their allies. While serving in the dark they have discovered so many ways to destroy the world, and anyone wielding a power like that is not to be taken lightly.

[arithecreatorsstuff]

Notice From Dr. Glass

Whomever introduced SCP 076-2 to Grand Theft Auto 5...

The staff of the Psychology Department, his containment crew, the guards, Site Command, and honestly I myself, have two things to say on the subject.

First. Thank. You! We've been looking for a less... casualty inducing method of calming him down.

Second. Where in creation did this idea spring from, and why didnt we try it sooner ourselves?

[dzthenerd490]

File: The Secret World of Arrietty

SCP#: AIU

Code Name: The Borrowers

Object Class: Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-AIU are to be located and transported to Site-AA. Site-AA has been modified to be able to allow SCP-AIU instances to travel around freely and safely without the worry of being stepped on by normal staff. Under Protocol “Golden Egg”, by the Order of the Ethics Committee, as well as the Order of Site Director James; the Species of SCP-AIU are not allowed to go extinct.

As such any testing with SCP-AIU individuals are to be approved by the Site Director. It must also be approved by the SCP-AIU individuals under testing and a reward must be given afterwards. If the testing is sure to result in harm to the SCP-AIU individual, assistance staff, medical staff, and security are to be present to prevent this. SCP-AIU individuals are also to be present, trained in medical procedures, and given downsized medical equipment. Any testing with SCP-AIU that has guaranteed harm to the individual is to be rejected and banned immediately. If Foundation staff try to persist in going along with the fatal experiment they are to be demoted by two ranks or fired and by result amnestied from the Foundation. There will be no exceptions. 

Description: SCP-AIU is a Species of Interest: known as Borrowers, each individual is a biological human on all aspects but are only 3 to 5 inches tall. Somehow, they are much smaller to us but have the same biology and chemistry with no downgrading of intelligence, health, or lifespan. Granted they are naturally weaker due to their small size, but they make up for it with resourcefulness in using the items and junk around them. SCP-AIU are actually extremely imaginative builders using human trash and items to build themselves homes and tools they can use to defend themselves against hostile bugs and rats. 

What makes SCP-AIU so anomalous isn’t just their size but their resounding luck. Each SCP-AIU instance thinks outside the box, being able to utilize anything and can miraculously create great inventions from junk. They are also surprisingly durable, able to fend off large crows and bugs either by distractions, leading them into traps, or even fighting them off. They are also very smart knowing that to allow humans to know of their existence would certainly lead to many unwanted outcomes such as experimentation, being hunted, and even driven to extinction. 

The most unusual trait of an SCP-AIU individual is that when they talk they sound like a normal sized person. Furthermore, when a regular human talks back, they don’t damage the eardrums of the SCP-AIU individual. So long as they are a close distance to one another they can have decent conversations with one another without a risk of communication or audio harm what-so-ever. How this works is still not understood. 

SCP-AIU as a species was discovered in 2010 when an Agent living in [data expunged] a neighborhood of Tokyo, Japan noticed he was missing a lot of small items such as buttons, sugar cubes, pins, paper, and erasers. While investigating he quickly found three SCP-AIU instances, a family of three to be exact. There was the father Pod, the mother Homily, and the daughter Arrietty. 

He quickly contained the three and reported it to command, upon doing so the report was sent out to other sites so Administrative staff could discuss what to do. However this had the knock on effect of allowing other Staff members to notice they were missing tiny items as well both in their homes and at their offices. This led to the massive discovery of millions of SCP-AIU instances hidden all over the world, both in common homes, abandoned buildings, and even in the cracks of Foundation Sites. The Foundation was expecting a majority of the SCP-AIU instances to be scared or angry at the Foundation but instead they were overjoyed. 

A majority of the SCP-AIU instances thought they were the last of their kind so to find more so suddenly was considered a miracle. Instead a majority of them agreed that they should stay with the Foundation and asked for a way to build a city for themselves within one of the Sites. Naturally Site Director James volunteered her site as she was already accustomed to having her site models to better suit anomalies that already live there. This led to the greatest renovation of Site-AA to better accommodate the species of SCP-AIU. Now there are train systems that go along the walls and floors of the Hallways. Tiny shopping and food plazas have been built around the cafeterias and lunges so that Foundation staff can interact with certain SCP-AIU individuals during their break time. Some Foundation staff even wear specialized harnesses now to allow multiple SCP-AIU individuals to grapple onto them and hitch a ride.

In exchange for protection and accommodations certain SCP-AIU individuals or volunteers were given tasks to help provide for Site-AA. Some are cleaners who get rid of dust the regular janitors might not notice, electricians who can reach electrical areas that would take normal electrician's days to reach, and there are even researchers now that help make miniaturized versions of Foundation equipment and other essentials for their fellow SCP-AIU citizens. However, a more recent addition is Mobile Task Force Hestia-9 “Secret World Defense Force.”

MTF Hestia-9 is a combat force composed entirely of SCP-AIU individuals who are armed with miniaturized assault rifles, pistols, and batons. Their task is to go into filthier and yet to be cleaned areas of Site-AA and confirm the situation so Foundation staff can determine what must be done. They are also commonly entrusted to take out normal rats and bugs as well as ones possibly mutated by the various anomalies contained at Site-AA as those in particular are the most dangerous. They’ve made great efforts and have even prevented a number of Containment breaches at Site-AA. Overall, it was agreed that saving and recruiting the SCP-AIU species was the correct choice as Site-AA has never been safer and cleaner without them.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[o5-10]

O5-10 “Janus” Character Profile

Name: O5-10

Aliases: Janus, Ten, Emery Lavinia Jonaitis [pre-Overseer name], Salt Newport (née Mine) [former legal alias], Lee Henson [current legal alias]

Gender: Non Binary, Maverique, Amalgagender

Pronouns: Any, it/its only when it is in a bad way

Orientation: Queer Asexual, accepts the labels bi and pan but feels no strong draw to them

Departments: Recordkeeping, Petty Affairs, Internal Public Relations

Birth Date: August 13, 1874

Promotion Date: July 2, 1936

Site of Residence: Site 2513, occasionally Site 01

Appearance:

Ten has long, dark hair, with a greenish tinge and a not insignificant amount of graying. Their hair is typically pulled back in a chignon or bun, sometimes with shorter pieces in front. Their eyes are large, and deep brown, though the left is yellowed and bloodshot, and is typically covered with a gauze patch, or a heavier eye patch, depending on the situation. Standing at 6'5", they are already quite tall, but they add to this by wearing 5" heels. They are fairly muscular and generally imposing. They also consistently wear immaculate, though colorful, suits, with ties tied in intricate ways, and have perfectly done, equally colorful, makeup and manicures, often using bullet casings as nail caps. They have arachnodactyly and their hands are a bit scarred from prior lab work.

Personality:

Ten is generally quite aloof, and detached. They often go out of their way to maintain this detachment, even to the detriment of others. They can be quite severe, harsh, even, when they deem it necessary, and aren't known for being the most forgiving. Despite this, they make an effort to be approachable enough when someone needs to make a request. They are fairly responsive to such. When dealing with coworkers, in particular, they are quite petty, or at least can be. The Accountant is the main target of their petty digs, but he isn't unique in this at all. Ten has many strange ideas of what they "should" be, and try to abide by them flawlessly. They can't, as the standards they self-impose are unrealistic. Due to this, and workaholic tendencies, they're also prone to lashing out when put under too much stress.

History:

The person who would become Ten had been a researcher in chemistry, before [REDACTED], which prompted many changes, one of which was their drive to climb the ranks. They had been head of their department, when Command took notice of them, and they were promoted much higher than they had ever anticipated. From there, Ten was tasked with a variety of things, most of them to serve as the other half of Twelve's duties. They keep record logs of events, personnel files, and SCP files. They handle much of the scheduling and delegating of tasks to upper level staff. They also tend to monitor public chats. Unfortunately, despite working closely with him, they are in competition with Twelve. At some point, they invoked the ire of One, in particular, due to [REDACTED], a fact which only the two involved are aware of. This shook them deeply, and reinforced their drive to achieve perfection, and see their goals through.

In 1953, they submitted a proposal to alter the handling of reality benders on staff which passed. This is what they would consider their highest achievement. Some time after this, Ten decided to act as the face of O5, when necessary, and take the fall for mistakes made, despite not being asked to do so. This leads to an undue amount of stress, but they refuse to fold on this. They also founded the Petty Affairs department.

They have seen five of their colleagues get replaced since promotion.

Since 2018, they have been subject to two assassination attempts, one from the Chaos Insurgency that was detailed by O5-6 and one from Shūshū-In that was targeted at O5-12 where they got caught in the crossfire. The attempt from the Insurgency lead to many large transformations in many ways.

[possiblyhomer]

That's it, the idea's been stubbornly floating around my head for way too long so I'm putting it up here. So here it is, an Au of an au, where instead of crumbling to dust, Cain and Able gets to celebrate the family reunion with Omega 7 and Cybie.

The brothers still held onto one another even after their tears have already dried, only separating when a loud "pop" was heard, causing the men to jump, Able having already drawn out a blade. There wasn't anyone there besides them though...them and phantom hands holding what looked to be the source of the sound: a confetti blaster.

"Iris?!" Cain exclaimed. "What are you doing here?!"

A phantom hand wagged its finger as the other one retreated back with the blaster. "I'm not 'here' technically, I'm at 17! I just happen to have a photo of Able's cell still hanging around from the last time I visited the site!" She replied. "Anyways, hurry back to site 17 already! I called everyone as soon as the manly crying stopped. We're only missing you guys now, see ya!" The hand pulled away before Able was able(sorry) to comment on the crying part, leaving them alone again, but with more colorful papers on the previously clean floor.

~•~°~•~

When they eventually got back, the brothers were greeted with several more confetti blasts to the face courtesy of Iris and a few of the braver Omega-7 agents. After a brief greeting, Cain excused himself to run off somewhere, promising to be back quickly, leaving the Mobile Task Force behind.

"So, care to explain what all this is about?" Able crossed his arms and glared down at his teammates.

"It's a celebration for you and Cain reconciling. Iris' idea. We didn't know exactly when you guys would be done, so we weren't able to put up anything too fancy. We got the pizza box though!" A.A said, gesturing to the direction of the site's cafeteria.

"That's more than enough! But why here though? Wouldn't it be easier to just celebrate at 19? Those people guard that box like it's a holy treasure!"

"Simple, because Cybie can't leave site 17."

Able raised a brow. "Cybie?"

"Oh right! You don't know yet!" Iris grinned. "Guess this'll be the first time you meet your new niece then!"

As if on cue, Cain walked over to them with a cyborg child riding on his shoulders.

"Cybie, this is Able, he's my brother." The older man gestured to Able.

The little girl nodded and shyly turned the small tablet (that was connected to her arm by a cable) to face the warrior.

"Hello, Mr.Able, I'm SCP-191, or Cybie. I can't speak though, so I communicate through this." The interface read.

Able silently stared at the young girl and the space was immediately filled with anxiety(or was it anticipation?). Able happened to be one of the most violent...things the Foundation ever knew of, even a friendly handshake could end with your hand being crushed, so the thought of him being anywhere close to someone as physically fragile as Cybie left everyone worrying for the child...well, everyone except the person who should be worried the most, as Cain still held a smile even as Able started to approach them.

Most likely intimidated by the scary looking man with demonic looking tattoos, the cyborg child hid behind her tablet as Able got closer, squeezing her human eye shut when he stopped right in front of her.

"Hello, little lamb, I'm Able. Have my brother been treating you well?" The warrior smiled, patting the girl's head.

Everyone stared in shock at the unsusual softness Able was displaying. SCP-076-2, the bloodthirsty Keter who breaks jaws with nerf swords and wrists with foam balls. The commander of MFT Omega-7, who required his soldiers to torture live creatures until they're numb to it all. THAT was the person standing in front of them who was now letting Cybie ride on his shoulders as Cain talked to two researchers who apparently didn't know Omega-7 was coming. Noticing his teammates' looks of shock, Able raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"No offense, sir, but we're just a bit... surprised. It's not every day that we see you be this....well..." Agent Squire took a deep breath "...this soft." The ginger haired man bravely spoke.

Able narrowed his eyes at him as if he just said something stupid. "Tell me then, do you handle a sick lamb with the same force you'd use to butcher its mother? Plus..." The warrior grinned, if his arms weren't occupied with making sure Cybie doesn't accidentally fall off, they'd be crossed against his chest proudly. "I'm taller than Cain, so she's bound to like riding on my shoulders over him!"

"Oh."

Pandora's Box blinked, stared at Able, then at each other, and smiled, Billy and Iris audibly aw'ed.

~•~°~•~

The feast didn't last long, as Omega-7 soon realized that despite the polite and elegant way Cain held himself, the wanderer was just as big an eater as his brother.

"How did you guys even get all this authorized anyways?" Cain asked as the group was having dessert pudding.

"Simple, constant letters of request, sent by every individual one of us. Director Bright suggested the idea, actually, said something along the lines of 'they can't stop us all' and we thought why not?" Beatrice replied.

"Huh, that is certainly a strategy he'd come up with, though I can't say it's a very...bright idea."

"..."

"..."

"What was that? Why does Cain look so proud and why are the others looking so weird?" Able leaned over to whisper to Iris, who replied with a sigh.

"When he was first approved to be Cybie's guardian, Cain went around asking some of the staff members on how to be a good parental figure in the modern age and..."

"A few too many people jokingly told him that 'dad jokes' were an essential part, but he took that seriously and now nobody wants to tell him because he looked so genuinely proud." A.A chimed in.

"'Dad jokes' you say?"

"They're basically just bad puns. We really didn't expect him to be that gullible." Iris said.

"Oh wow." Able said, before bursting into laughter.

~•~°~•~

At the end of the day, after tucking Cybie into bed, Cain led his brother to his room/containment chamber.

"The Foundation's still pretty suspicious, so I'll have to check in every now and then. You're not that familiar with site 17 to my knowledge, so I'll be in the room across from yours if you need anything." Cain said as he opened the door to Able's temporary cell.

His younger brother only nodded and hummed, throwing himself onto the bed as soon as they were in.

"Yes, it's the same one mother used to sing, Cybie seems to prefer it in particular over other songs." Cain sat himself at the side of the bed. "Come on now brother, I know that you're tired, but you shouldn't wear your shoes to sleep like that." He patted him on the shoulder.

"Say brother, that lullaby you sang to the little lamb..."

Able grumbled, but obliged, sitting up to remove his footwear. That was also when the elder brother noticed an envelop that was previously hidden under the younger's weight, it was plain, but on it, in a familiar handwriting, were the words "To my dearest children" in a language lost to time long ago.

"Speaking of mother..." Cain quickly picked the envelope before it could be buried by Able lying down again and opened it, inside was a short letter written on an opaque plastic sheet. "It seems like we partially owe this reunion to her."

To my beloved sons,

I hope you enjoyed your reunion and the celebration, it took quite a while to convince the others to let it happen. I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you two, I miss you both so, so much, please forgive me. However, I can see that you have surrounded yourselves with wonderful people who cherish you just as much as you cherish them, I am hopeful that with them alongside you, the journey to heal old wounds and begin anew can start. It won't be easy and the scars will always be present, but you two are so strong, I just know you will be alright. As for myself, I will try my best to do whatever I can from where I am.

With love,

Your mother, Eve.

The room stayed quiet for some time after the letter was read before Able sighed.

"Even after all these years, mother hasn't changed at all. Still worrying over us, even though we're grown men already."

"I suppose. It is in a parent's nature to care and worry over their children even long after they've flown far from the nest."

"Heh, of course you'd know...night, brother." Able said, before shutting his eyes.

"...Good night to you too, brother." Cain replied as he turned the lights off and exited the room.

[scpsitethirtynine]

From the Desk of Lucifen Andrews

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!!Spoilers from the Site-39 Discord!!

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Okay, just so we can clear things up here, I've decided to add a supplemental about the whole Scarlet King thing.

It turns out that the Scarlet King I thought I knew was nothing but a memetic hazard wrapped within a story written by my superiors...and the real Scarlet King is in fact nothing like they said he was.

(Thankfully, I've been given authorization from the Ethics Committee to disseminate the following information, as everyone seeing this is of clearance to access this anyway.)

SCP-001-SK "The Scarlet King"

Declassified for All Personnel L3 and Higher

Containment Level: Dark

Danger Level: Notice

Object Class: Amida-Thaumiel**

(** this denotes a non-standard esoteric classification)

Standard Containment Procedure:

Under observation of O5-8 as a direct employee. No other containment is required (see below).

Description:

The Scarlet King has long been classified as a Confidential-Clearance, Keter level anomaly due to his Class 1 ZK-evident reality bending. However, his intentions have shifted gears and we have a broader perspective after some time studying the anomaly had passed. After its previous Safe classification change, the anomaly appeared on its own will after the creation of SK-JDG-001 (referred to as "Judge", see below) a few years later.

The Scarlet King has taken on the human form of Harris Arkham, and is now an Investigator for the Ethics Committee. He is a 6' --" humanoid with tan skin, golden eyes and long scarlet hair. He can typically be seen in his purple collared shirt, brown coat and heeled boots. He has a heavy-set body type (mostly muscular).

He had originally come to oversee Judge, one of our MTF commanders (and technically the one who kept my abilities in check), whom anyone at this point should know is technically his daughter.

There's a lot more, but I would still need Ethics Committee clearance to disseminate further.

[underfell-crystal]

Item #: SCP-4885

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Currently, it is only theorized that SCP-4885 is contained. To further elaborate, SCP-4885 is contained within an unknown Class-17 Containment Chamber in an unknown site. In the event that SCP-4885 breaches containment, Procedure Invenient Eum is to be enacted, which consists of the following procedures:

Thirty six Class-17 Containment Chambers are to be connected to an independent self-driving vehicle. At all times, 216 inactive Containment Chambers are to be readily available in case of sudden and unforeseen breach of SCP-4885's containment.

One D-Class subject of stable mental health is to be submitted into the vehicle, and driven into the system. A cryptographically secure pseudorandom number generator is to choose a random number between one and thirty-six, and the vehicle is to be transported to a Containment Chamber based on the number chosen.

Each Containment Chamber has a single digital monitor that is capable of outputting video at 720p resolution. Once a D-Class subject is transported to a random chamber, a message is to be sent to every monitor simultaneously. This message consists of the current location of SCP-4885, delivered via an implanted tracking device. The GPS is only accessible by Level 5 Personnel or SCP-4885 containment staff on a need to know basis.

After approximately two hours, each containment chamber is to be transported to a randomly designated Foundation site via self-driving trucks. The trucks are to be disguised as a packaging service in order to prevent suspicion. In the event an accident occurs during this stage, Procedure Invenient Eum is to be enacted again.

No personnel who are aware of SCP-4885's existence are to go within 100 meters of any Class-17 Containment Chamber. Several signs and warnings have been placed around each chamber, labeling it as a water treatment room, and that attempted access is punishable by immediate amnestication and loss of employment as decided by the Ethics Committee.

These warnings tell personnel to report to a nearby Automated Site Overseer of any leaks from the chamber, in which the person will be visually amnesticized by the Overseer, and Procedure Invenient Eum will be reenacted. For more information regarding the composition of Class-17 Containment Chambers, please consult Document 7631.00.

Currently, SCP-4885-1 instances that are located via far2.AIC are contained within Location i. The whereabouts of Location i is only known to far2.AIC. Currently, far2.AIC is connected to 80% of CCTV security cameras within the United States, and 40% of total CCTV security cameras on Earth.

SCP-4885-1 instances discovered by far2.AIC will have specialized Foundation carrier drones to be dispatched and attempt to grab the body, and carry it to Location i, using routes that minimize the chance of unwanted civilian interference. In the event that a civilian notices a drone and SCP-4885 breaches containment, the drone will send an "All Alert" message to SCP-4885's containment team, and Procedure Invenient Eum will be enacted.

In the event that Location i's whereabouts are discovered at large, the next personnel located within Document PAINT-THE-TOWN-YELLOW will establish the next Location i, and their immediate family will be notified of their death.

Description: SCP-4885 is an anomalous humanoid resembling the main character of the popular series of puzzle books "Where's Wally?" (known in the US as "Where's Waldo?"). This entails that SCP-4885 wears a horizontal red and white striped shirt, a red and white bobble hat, and jeans. However, a noticeable difference in appearance from the character is the entity's paler skin and the lack of eyes.

In the event that a subject knows of SCP-4885's current location at any given time1, SCP-4885 will move to the nearest wall and begin to "phase" into it. SCP-4885 will appear inside of the subject, and will reach up the esophagus and grab the subject's chin through their mouth.

SCP-4885 will then proceed to pull themselves through the subject, destroying their internal organs and their spine. Once this has occurred, a yellow liquid will exit the corpse's mouth and will cover the subject entirely, which causes it to become an SCP-4885-1 instance. SCP-4885 will remain in its current location, occasionally patrolling the area, until another person discovers its location once again.

However, if SCP-4885 is close enough to the subject when they discover its location, they will instead approach the subject, attempt to climb into the subject's mouth, enter their abdomen and exit their body through the subject's pelvis. During this time, SCP-4885 can easily dislocate/relocate any joint in its body, and its skin and muscles will gain the consistency of a malleable solid, allowing it to easily climb into and out of the subject.

SCP-4885-1 instances are anomalous corpses that were created by SCP-4885. The entire body of an SCP-4885-1 instance is covered in illustrations similar to those found in Where's Wally? books, with many different characters appearing on the instance's skin. These illustrations originate from the liquid that exits the corpses' mouth. Currently, no instances of the cartoon character "Wally" have been found on an SCP-4885-1 instance. These illustrations cannot be removed from the subject unless the skin it is placed on is removed.

If a subject knows the location of any given SCP-4885-1 instance, SCP-4885 will teleport itself to the subject and kill them in the exact same manner as if they discovered SCP-4885 itself. This will also transform them into an SCP-4885-1 instance.

SCP-4885 was discovered residing in [LOCATION REDACTED] within a small wooden house. Mobile Task Force Chi-19 ("Unrelenting Punishment") was sent to capture an entirely separate anomaly, and did not know of SCP-4885's existence.

Subjects: Amelia Merrick (M-1), James Klein (M-2), Kurt Stoll (M-3)

[BEGIN LOG]

M-1: Mic check.

M-2: Yup.

M-3: All good.

M-1: Equipment check.

M-2: Everything's working as intended.

M-3: Ditto.

M-1: Transcript number… 67. We are entering the house.

M-3: No one's talking to you Melly.

M-2: Oh, stop it. Now is not the time, Kurt.

M-3: Heh, right, sorry.

The group enters the house.

M-1: Initial descriptions of the object were a pair of black spectacles capable of killing the user, and covering their body in strange pictures from an unknown children's book.

M-3: It was obviously Where's Wa-

M-2: Kurt, stay professional.

M-3: I just want to bring some life into M-1's robotic speech.

M-1: I'm trying to keep my job, Kurt.

M-2: Ahem.

M-1: Sigh Right.

The group search the ground floor for the object, and begin to go upstairs. Scraping noises are heard below them, but the group does not notice this.

M-3: There's a picture on the wall.

M-1: Hmm?

M-3: Yeah, looks weird. Looks like crayon.

M-2: Take a picture.

M-3: Already on it.

him.png

The image taken by M-3.

M-2: Good. Think it has something to do with the anomaly?

M-3: Of course. It looks like Waldo.

M-1: Do any of you have an idea on where the object may be?

M-3: Er, I think it's in here.

M-1: Which room is this?

M-3: Um… Bathroom. There's a toilet and a… a shower, yeah. At least I think it's a shower.

The room is circular, with a normal porcelain toilet at the other side of the room. There is a small depression into the floor, leading to a small drain.

M-2: Strange… what kind of shower is this?

M-1: There is a modified sprinkler on the ceiling. There's a switch on one side of the room that, I assume, would activate the sprinkler. Seeing as this house has been abandoned for several years, I doubt it would work.

M-3 activates the switch. Water begins to come out of the sprinkler.

M-1: I stand corrected. Who is paying the water bill for this to work? Is it still hot?

M-3 touches the water, and immediately recoils in pain.

M-3: Gah… it's scalding.

M-1: Who is…

M-2: I have discovered the object. It was rested… uh, resting on the toilet.

M-2 is seen holding a pair of black circular glasses. The lens appear to be missing.

M-1: Good. You know the drill.

M-2 carefully examines the object, checking for fingerprints or any other traces of evidence. A small set of fingerprints are discovered on the temples of the glasses, which are revealed to be his own.

M-2: Yup, these are the ones. I'll put these in a baggie real quick.

M-2 produces a plastic bag from a small container around their waist, and places the glasses inside.

M-3: There's an inscription here. It's in… uh, [REDACTED].

M-1: Where?

M-3: Over here, on the wall.

The phrase "[REDACTED]" is seen on the wall in [REDACTED].

M-3: This was definitely not here when we first got here. Should we just leave it be and tell command about this, or?

M-2: It's most likely memetic. Here. let me translate it. I have training.

M-2 takes out a small Foundation-made translator, and inputs the phrase.

M-2: Huh, well never mind, doesn't appear to be memetic. It says… "The basement. The corpses from a child's book are in the basement. He is there too. Fr-. " And then it cuts off.

M-3: Hm. Take a picture and we'll send it ba-

M-2 begins to groan and hold their stomach.

M-3: Are you okay? What happened?

A set of fingers exit M-2's mouth, and grab their jaw. The hands push down, launching the jaw across the room. SCP-4885 exits M-2's body.

M-1: W-what the f-

Both M-1 and M-3 begin shooting at SCP-4885. The entity charges towards M-1 and shoves their fingers down their throat, and begin clawing into their mouth by unhinging their jaw.

M-3: Please, fuck, oh god. P-please, command. We're at [LOCATION REDACTED]. I repeat, [LOCATION REDACTED]. We need assistance, asap. Help. HE-

The audio is abruptly severed.

[END LOG]

When the transcript was received by a nearby site, the site almost immediately went into lockdown as SCP-4885 killed most of its personnel. The O5 Council enacted an emergency meeting, and Procedure Invenient Eum was created. Shortly after this, the procedure was enacted, and SCP-4885 was theorized to be contained. All information regarding SCP-4885's location of discovery was removed via an automatic algorithm, and SCP-4885's file was created.

You had this bitch on standby didn’t you

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Helpful Hints For New Hires: Or... The Bright List Exists For A Reason, Folks!

It has come to the attention of Site Command that there is some confusion among the new hires. The following are tips to help you avoid Keter Duty, Bright Duty, or worse... death.

The Foundation motto is not "Fuck War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death; we have 076-2, 106, 049, and 682!" It is "Secure, Contain, Protect." As in, to Secure continued employment and survival, Contain your stupidity and help Protect your fellow workers.

Anyone caught passing out "cups of orgasm" from 294 will be demoted to D-Class and used in 682 testing. It's on the Bright List for a reason.

Do not get between Clef, his cowboy hat, his ukulele collection, or his shotguns. Ask any surviving Chaos Insurgency agent who made this mistake.

If it's on the Bright List, don't. If it seems like it should be on the Bright List, don't.

Dr. Glass is not made of silica. That's the Sentient Prism you're thinking of.

It is ill advised to try to bribe Site Command for better assignments. That being said, the wheels of the Foundation turn on rivers of coffee. It's not a bribe if it's an essential resource.

Dr. Iceberg is starting to resent the number of people asking him to "make me a snow cone". He has no known cryomancy abilities. Try 343.

Dr. Rights and Dr. Bright are not to be left unsupervised during their shifts. Especially if together. No, Dr. Clef does not count.

No one is to lick the anomalies unless instructed to.

No one is to allow the anomalies to lick them.

There is no SCP Inquisition. There never was an SCP Inquisition. That's the Ethics Committee you're thinking of, and you do not want to deal with them.

Any "Site Spirit Day" ideas must be run by Site Command. Dr. Bright is not allowed to suggest "Spirit Day" ideas.

Whomever is roasting marshmallows on the Man on Fire, either share the s'mores or cut it out.

Playing "Patticake" with 049 is a death sentence. Stop telling D-Class that he likes it.

Trying to hug 076-2 is also a death sentence. What is wrong with you?

Hugging 999 is not only perfectly safe, it's encouraged. He loves hugs, and everybody loves the cute little goey blob of joy.

Also, hugging 073 is allowed, provided he's willing. And no one involved is wearing organic fabric.

Hugging 682 is right out. Seriously, D-9847, are you that eager to die?

No. More. 294. Plushie. Shenanigans! The last time someone moved either the Scorpion or Sub-Zero plushies the damn thing sulked for three days.

Site and Foundation Protocols exist for damn good reasons. Consider that before breaking them.

There is no need to stampede the Site Cafeteria on Pizza Day. There's more than enough to go around.

Despite his name and mechanical demeanor, Dr. Gears is in no way infected by the Clockwork Virus, nor a member of the Church of the Broken God. Nor is he an android. Or a Terminator. And Dr. Bright and Dr. Clef are to stop spreading these rumors.

"Talk like a Jedi Day" is not a thing. Nor will it ever be. And the next person who mentions "Talk Like a Pirate Day" will be used for MTF high caliber target practice.

Do not encourage Dr. Bright. It never ends well.

Do not encourage Dr. Clef in his prank war with Dr. Bright.

Do not let Dr. Clef within 200 meters of Dr. Bright without at least 2 MTF teams, a Site Commander, two straight jackets, a fire hose ready to go, and a very large net. Yes, you need all that. Best not to ask why.

When 076-2 or 682 breach, RUN. DO NOT ENGAGE THEM. Let MTF handle it.

Do not trust 035. Just... don't.

If you insist on bringing baked goods into the office, bring enough to share.

If it seems dangerous, it's extremely dangerous. If it seems safe, it's probably not. Item Classes are not power levels, just how hard it is to keep the item here. Remember and act accordingly.

[gowoshusoul]

Fanmade SCP: 6760; a friend in the shadows

Item #: SCP-6760

Object Class: 

Containment: Euclid Esoteric

Secondary: (No previous secondary) Thaumiel 

Disruption: Keneq Dark

Risk: Critical Notice 

Addendum-6760-3:

SCP-6760 has not shown any signs of aggression since the initial incident, when researcher ███████ unfortunately lost his life due to his own negligence. His aggression toward SCP-6760 was uncalled for and unprofessional. 

I understand the apprehension toward working with 6760, but through testing, experiments, and therapy, it has been successfully rehabilitated and shows unwavering loyalty to the Foundation. It remains hesitant to interact with any staff not associated with myself and my assistant. Caution and patience is encouraged when interacting with SCP-6760, though it has shown no aggression toward humans after the initial incident and has expressed a fascination with mankind. It’s for the best that 6760 is allowed to explore and observe Foundation staff, as knowledge of its surroundings keeps it from lashing out in its confusion. 

Many of you know, SCP-6760 was instrumental in securing site ██ after its disastrous containment breach. I’ve consulted with my colleagues and higher ups, and we came to the unanimous conclusion that 6760’s anomalous properties should be utilized in the case of future breaches.

I understand that this is a controversial decision, and I understand that 6760 could pose a threat to aggressive personnel. Think of it as a police dog: If you give him no reason to attack you, or me no reason to initiate an attack, you will not be harmed. Feel free to contact me with any concerns you feel need addressing, and we will work together to secure, contain, and protect.

- Dr. Andreas Fox

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6760 is allowed to roam the facility under the watch of Dr. Fox. The majority of the time, SCP-6760 can be found hiding in Dr. Fox’s shirt, and is allowed to be taken home with Dr. Fox since his residency had been modified into a secure site. SCP-6760 is allowed to be housed at one of two sites depending on its preference, the judgement of Dr. Fox, and Foundation discretion. 

Regardless of containment site, 6760 is to be provided with a five (5) by five (5) by two point five (2.5) meter glass enclosure. Glass is thirty (30) cm thick. SCP-6760 is to be kept in its enclosure when not being supervised. A one (1) by one (1) by one point five (1.5) meter table is to be placed in the center of both enclosures, with LED lights on for the duration of containment. 6760 is encouraged to hide from the light. When requested, 6760 is to be spoken to in a calm, non-threatening tone. Polite conversation has been shown to keep 6760 docile and happy.

In addition, different colored lights are to be utilized in SCP-6760’s containment. A description of colors and their effects will be provided below. 

Description: SCP-6760 was discovered at ████, ███ on  ██ / █ /  ████ after crashing down to Earth in the form of a meteor. Researchers initially found an empty crater that seemed to be slick with oil. Unprompted, researcher ███████ explored the creator. Upon stepping on the “oil”, it surrounded, taking a semi-humanoid form and consumed the researcher. It recoiled from high-intensity lights that were placed around the crater for observation. It lasted in this form for approximately thirty seconds before reducing itself to a quarter-sized sphere. SCP-6760 was then transported in a glass container illuminated by a flashlight to site  ██. It was later transported to site ██ when Dr. Fix showed interest in rehabilitating the item. 

SCP-6760 is an amorphous, black entity made of an unknown substance that calls itself Scorn. Staff are encouraged to call it by its preferred name, as addressing it with its item number results in negative reactions. Testing has come back inconclusive, and staff has since given up on trying to assess the item’s DNA. When put in a dark room, the item will expand to fill it and take on whatever shape it so desires. 6760 has the ability to inflict catastrophic damage on the facility, though it’s always insisted it’s “just stretching” when it expands. Though it can expand under light, the entity has expressed that it “burns too bad to move”. It spends the majority of its time under its table or with Dr. Fox, who has complete and total control over the entity. SCP-6760 has never denied a command from Dr. Fox, no matter how tedious, menial, or absurd the command is. It is capable of speaking rudimentary English, which is steadily improving with the help of Dr. Fox and his underling, ███████ █████. When given a command by Mr. █████, it hesitates and complains, but eventually obeys. These two are regarded to be the only people with complete control over 6760, though it’s been seen to obey other Foundation staff in dire circumstances. 

SCP-6760’s most common forms are:

- A vaguely humanoid shape of varying height, always measured to be over two (2) meters tall. Its features are indiscernible, though it always smiles at Foundation staff to show off its “pretty teeth”. When in a humanoid shape, the item condenses its matter to form a skeletal system. When it reverts to a simpler shape, it regurgitates its skeleton. All “bones” collected from SCP-6760 are to be collected and stored for testing. 

- An average, button down shirt. This form is most commonly taken when hiding under Dr. Fox’s shirt. If Dr. Fox removes his shirt, SCP-6760 will act as a temporary replacement, usually sticking its “head” out of the shirt pocket to communicate with Foundation staff. 

- A one eyed sphere, most commonly taken during containment when hiding under its provided table. It can be described as similar to a Beholder, a monster enemy in the tabletop game Dungeons and Dragons. 

- An amorphous blob identical to SCP-999. This form is only taken when the entities interact, though due to 999’s anomalous properties, SCP-6760 is almost always reduced to a giggling puddle. It takes approximately 15 minutes to return to its original shape on its own, and 5 minutes with Dr. Fox’s encouragement. 

Testing has shown that SCP-6760 has a wide range of reactions to different colored lights. Notable examples include:

- Sunlight causes an adverse reaction in the item, though it sustains no physical damage from being exposed to it. It’s less of a threat and more of an inconvenience to the item. 

- Any type of LED will result in the entity becoming slightly weakened. They cause the entity to struggle when taking shape. Notable LED variants are: 

Mixed: Multiple light sources of different colors will confuse and disorient the item. It reacts by hiding and crying out for Dr. Fox. Dr. Fox is the only staff member able to comfort the entity. 

Red: Any source of red light causes an intense and immediate negative reaction. The longer 6760 is exposed to red light, the more violent the entity becomes. It will do anything and everything possible to break the offending bulb, often resulting in burns that heal themselves when the entity is provided with ample shadow.

Green: Green lights energize and excite 6760. The item will act similarly to a puppy when exposed to green lights. Due to this, green lighting should be utilized when the item interacts with SCP-999.

Yellow/orange: Yellow and orange lights are mildly calming to the entity. It will still try to hide in shadows, though it has no adverse reactions to the light. Yellow and orange lights are to be used as a mild sedative, with a “high” similar to that of a low dose of Valium. It’s theorized that yellow and orange lights produce such a reaction because of 6760’s relationship with 999, but at this point in time there’s no way of knowing.

Blue: Blue LEDs cause the entity to almost instantaneously put the entity to sleep. SCP-6760 will find the nearest shady spot, fall asleep, and remain there until the light is either shut off or replaced with light of a different color. Attempts to wake the subject invariably fail.

Purple: Purple lights are SCP-6760’s favorite. The item has expressed that these lights are the gentlest on his skin. It frequently requests purple lighting at night, as it better helps the entity relax without outright sedating it.

Addendum-6760-1:

The following is an interview conducted by Dr. Fox after months of containment and speech therapy. It should be noted that SCP-6760 was not able to be understood and Dr. Fox provided a transcription once the interview concluded.

Interviewer: Dr. Andreas Fox, site ██

Interviewee: SCP-6760

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Dr. Fox: Scorn, I understand that you’re ready to talk about your retrieval?

SCP-6760: I don’t want to.

Dr. Fox: But will you? 

SCP-6760: [Item bows its head.]

Dr. Fox: You realize you killed a man, don’t you?

SCP-6760: [Item nods.]

Dr. Fox: Can I ask why you would do such a thing?

SCP-6760: [Item bears its teeth.] He stepped on me.

Dr. Fox: He hurt you?

SCP-6760: Ground his heel into me. Called me disgusting.

Dr. Fox: Did you know what that word meant at the time?

SCP-6760: No, but I understood his voice. I heard the hate. I feeled it under his foot.

Dr. Fox: The correct word is felt.

SCP-6760: [Item grumbles indecipherably.]

Dr. Fox: Apologies. I understand you’re still learning. [Dr. Fox consults his clipboard.] You could feel that he was disgusted with you. That’s what motivated you to kill him?

SCP-6760: Yes.

Dr. Fox: What would you do if that happened again? Would you kill another person for insulting you?

SCP-6760: [Item pauses for thirty seconds.] No.

Dr. Fox: Why not?

SCP-6760: You would be mad. Or sad. You would shine lights on me.

Dr. Fox: [He makes note of this.] What if there were no lights? If there would be no consequences, would you attack someone?

SCP-6760: No. You would be sad or mad.

Dr. Fox: I would be, but I’m glad to hear you won’t do it again. 

SCP-6760: I want to go home.

Dr. Fox: Back to your chamber?

SCP-6760: [Subject nods.] With the pretty lights.

Dr. Fox: Does that mean you’re done talking to me for the day?

SCP-6760: [Subject nods.]

Dr. Fox: I just have one more question. Do you feel remorse for what you did? Do you understand that word?

SCP-6760: [Subject refuses to move or speak.]

Dr. Fox: Alright, Scorn. I can escort you back to your chamber now.

Addendum-6760-2:

During the security breach at site ██, during which multiple euclid and keter items escaped their chambers, SCP-6760 was found scouring the halls and “absorbing” any and all personnel it found. No personnel retrieved by SCP-6760 were hurt in any way by the item. It proceeded to gather as many staff members it could find, including D-Class, and took them outside. It found a MTF vehicle to hide under until Dr. Fox requested its help. They reentered the facility, escorted by a MTF team, and SCP-6760 was able to neutralize multiple items. Items include: SCPs 173, 049, 372, 682, and multiple instances of 939. It attempted to apprehend SCP-096, but was ultimately unsuccessful. 

[az3422]

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PeppersGhost's Proposal, I guess.

K/O Failure Scenario Hub » SPC-001 » PeppersGhost's Proposal, I guess.

rating: +263+–X

You are now connected.

[13:04] Topic is "Fuck credentials, fuck passwords, fuck secrecy, fuck everything. Just, fuck in general. Fuck like it's the end of the world, because it is. Fuck me, please oh lord im so alone | Welcome! If you're still alive to read this, good luck finding someone to talk to."

[13:04] DrTsega: Hello? Anyone here?

[19:32] DrTsega: I'll take that as a no, then.

[22:48] DrTsega: I can't be the only one left.

[22:49] DrTsega: Hey Queg, are you still running?

[22:49] Queg: Hello, DrTsega. What can I do for you?

[22:49] DrTsega: thank god

[22:50] DrTsega: !backscroll 10

[22:50] Queg: [04:33] SgtYitay: I've looked through the entire building

[22:50] Queg: [04:33] SgtYitay: Everyone is dead

[22:50] Queg: [04:33] AgentCaleb: No shit

[22:50] Queg: [04:33] AgentCaleb: I know nobody uses this thing anyway but DAMN it's been EMPTY

[22:50] Queg: [04:34] AgentCaleb: You think it's just the two of us?

[22:50] Queg: [04:37] AgentCaleb: You still there

[22:50] Queg: [04:39] AgentCaleb: Saaarrrrge

[22:50] Queg: [04:50] SgtYitay has been disconnected (Ping timeout)

[22:50] Queg: [18:22] AgentCaleb: oooookay well i think im gonna call it quits then. If anyone sees this tell my husband I love him

[22:50] Queg: [18:22] AgentCaleb: lol jk i'll see that dogfaced whore in hell 👍🕶👍

[22:51] DrTsega: hmm

[22:52] DrTsega: !seen Agent Caleb

[22:52] Queg: AgentCaleb was last seen 8 days ago saying: lol jk i'll see that dogfaced whore in hell 👍🕶👍

[22:52] DrTsega: shit

[22:53] DrTsega: shitballs

[22:53] DrTsega: shitmonkeys

[22:55] DrTsega: shit the nail on the head

[22:55] DrTsega: okay

[11:16] DrTsega: Good morning. If anyone sees this just ping me, I'll stay around as long as I can.

[09:48] DrTsega: I'm still here

[14:26] DrTsega: !quote CaptSumner

[14:26] Queg: CaptSumner: I may be shitting out of my pee parts but FUCK YOU I will WALK IT OFF

[14:26] DrTsega: haha what

[14:27] DrTsega: Good times, good times.

[14:28] DrTsega: I wish Sumner wasn't lying dead in the bathroom

[14:29] DrTsega: or anywhere, for that matter

[14:33] DrTsega: but especially the bathroom

[08:01] DrTsega: I'm still here

[12:55] DrTsega: Man, if anyone sees this later I'm going to look really pitiful

[05:51] DrTsega: okay I can't sleep so I guess I might as well do this

[05:52] DrTsega: !settopic Check the backscroll. Look for "Start here"

[05:52] Topic is "Check the backscroll. Look for "Start here""

[05:52] DrTsega: Start here

[05:53] DrTsega: If you're still alive to read this, congratulations. You survived.

[05:54] DrTsega: You also have access to working internet and enough knowledge about shadow governments to visit a (previously) private communications channel, so, hey, good on you.

[05:55] DrTsega: As a reward for being such a cool and alive person, I'm going to tell you the story of how we ended the world.

[05:55] DrTsega: For context, though, you'll probably want to start by reading a certain document…

[05:56] DrTsega: Actually, you can probably just skim it. A lot of this won't make sense to you anyway, so who cares?

[05:57] DrTsega: Anyway. I'll go find the link. If memory serves, they declassified everything when they realized we were all gonna die.

[06:13] DrTsega: How are these servers even still up? Isn't that just the craziest thing

[08:22] DrTsega: Found it.

NOTICE FROM THE CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE COORDINATION

AND PROJECTS OPERATION COMMAND OFFICE

There is nothing new to report regarding SPC-001 at this time.

Test subject displaying the results of his exposure to SPC-001.

Project #: SPC-001

Selachian Pugnātorial Capabilities: Individuals enhanced with SPC-001 display a dramatic improvement in pugilistic prowess and have consistently proven capable of easily dispatching 90% of squaloid entities in simulations, even with no prior training. Furthermore, SPC-001 subjects have reported a radical elevation in coastal requiescence position retention, even when under assault from extragranular sedimentary weaponry.

Project Components: SPC-001 is a manmade chemical substance which augments the biological strength and dexterity of human beings. After initial exposure to SPC-001, subjects will undergo a steady increase in muscle mass over the following 72 hours, accompanied by heightened energy levels and adroit perception of their surroundings. Increased lung capacity and resistance to deep-sea hydrostatic pressure are common side effects.

Following the DREAD PORPOISE COMMUNION and the subsequent activation of the ALL HANDS ON DECK PROTOCOL, SPC agents embedded in the food industry began introducing discreet amounts of SPC-001 into numerous products intended for public consumption. Centre researchers have projected a full global saturation of SPC-001 to be achieved by the year ████. In the event that the DREAD PORPOISE COMMUNION ends before global saturation can be achieved, more aggressive means of SPC-001 dispersal may be undertaken to prevent a complete End-of-World K/O Failure Scenario.

Nascency Impetus: On May 16, ████, all observed selachian entities across the globe simultaneously demanifested, including those in SPC captivity. No selachian entities or evidence of the continued presence of selachian entities have been observed since. A Maximum State of Emergency was declared soon after by the Executive Pugilist Assembly and the phenomenon was codified as the DREAD PORPOISE COMMUNION. It is the belief of the Assembly that the selachians are congregating in preparation for the FINAL CONFLICT, an event foretold by Elder Pugilord Azmanititas in the Centre's original constitutional documents in 1451.

[08:23] DrTsega: Did you get all that?

[08:23] DrTsega: No? Okay, I'll break it down for you.

[08:26] DrTsega: I was part of a group known as the Selachian Punching Centre. An organization dedicated to fighting the menace that plagued our oceans. "We punch underwater so you can live on the land." That's what we used to say.

[08:27] DrTsega: I know what you're thinking.

[08:29] DrTsega: Yes. It was us keeping you safe the entire time. The Centre safeguarded mankind for centuries. Civilization as we knew it wouldn't have been possible if we weren't around. Our influence was unparalleled, extending to every level of every government, changing the course of world events, yet remaining a complete secret from everybody, which was really quite tricky.

Then, one day, the selachian menace disappeared. Our immediate reaction was one of disbelief, followed by euphoria, followed by raucous celebration. We danced. We drank ourselves stupid. We sang the songs of our forefathers. The orgies weren't officially sanctioned, of course, but boy howdy-doo were they tremendous.

Sadly, our revelry wasn't meant to last.

"DREAD PORPOISE COMMUNION", the Assembly called it. The prophesied gathering of every selachian, big or small. Every sharp, slimy, putrid horror that haunted our dreams, coming together in one place to bring about the end of all other life on our beautiful, green planet.

"But fear not," said our trusted Assembly. They told us that the human race would fight back. They said that when the selachians returned with their armies and squaloid murder-drones, we would be ready.

And they were right. We were ready. Thanks to SPC-001, we managed to get the entire human race fighting fit. At first people were alarmed when everyone started getting super ripped for no apparent reason, but then they realized it was awesome and the panic died down. Within a few months, every man, woman, and child was a lean, mean, punching machine. Even babies had abs you could wash your clothes on. It seemed like everything was going fine.

And that's how it went for the first couple of years: fine. Sure, boxing had to be outlawed once folks could punch with the same Newtonian force as your average car crash, and there were a few riots now and then over tank top shortages, but for the most part everything felt normal.

Year three, people started getting antsy. We had kept ourselves busy at the Centre by devising new weapons for selachian warfare, but every innovation felt hollow with a lack of anything to use them on. We grew listless. Surely the assault would begin any day, right?

Year four. There was an aura of dread hanging over the whole organization. I remember sitting in the Site-71 cafeteria, eating pickled cabbage and creamed corn salads with my comrades, when I finally heard someone ask aloud what we'd all wondered in the dark corners of our heads.

"What if they don't come back?"

It was Simmons who said that, of course. Of course. I kicked him in the face—a punch would have really hurt him—but the damage was done. It's a scary thought, losing your purpose in life. Faced with that kind of existential ennui, it's no wonder that everyone responded by flipping their shit. Hersberger screamed and started smearing her salad all over her face. Gertzler stabbed his fork tines into his cheek with no visible emotion. Bühler just broke down and cried until his tears turned to blood.

But Schwartzentruber was downright fuming. Started shouting all sorts of obscenities. Said he'd shove his fist down Simmons' throat and rip out his toenails from the inside. And Simmons was all defensive, "you all were thinking it" and that kind of stuff. The two kept going at it. We shouldn't have just sat there and watched, but no one thought fists would ever get involved. How could we have known?

I remember the entire cafeteria going silent. One moment, the two colleagues had been arguing. Next thing we knew, Schwartzentruber was wearing Simmons' face around his arm like a bracelet. Fist went straight through. Nobody knew what to say. Hersberger just picked the brain matter from her hair. There was no finishing our dinner after something like that.

We all tried to write it off as an isolated incident, an unhinged employee who forgot his own strength in a moment of pure emotion. That illusion was shattered when reports started coming in from the other sites. Similar incidents were happening all over the world, and within a few weeks it wasn't just limited to SPC personnel. These arms were made for punching, and that's just what they did.

As time went on, it became harder for us to fight the itch. Punching bags were laughable at that point, so instead we invented punching blocks out of a titanium-concrete composite. Even fashioned them into the shape of selachians to help take the pain away, but it still wasn’t enough. Whenever we came close to a cure, someone would end up atomizing the equipment with a flick of the wrist and we'd have to start over.

Eventually, one day I walked into the cafeteria and found the floor covered in what must have been two inches of blood. I thought maybe a pipe had burst until I saw Bühler sitting on a table in the corner. Guy was slathered in viscera from top to bottom, and he was wearing human heads around his arms like they were snap bracelets. I asked if he wanted to talk, but he didn't answer. He just stared at his fists and trembled. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was dead, hole in his beefy chest so big I coulda driven my Grampy's Volvo through it.

That was what broke me, I think. I had never seen someone self-pugilate before. I didn't know how many people were still alive in Site-71, but I knew that I would not perpetuate the carnage. I gathered some medical supplies from the surgical augmentations lab and tied a tourniquet around my burgeoning, well-defined bicep. Carefully, I injected myself with the nearest substance that resembled an anesthetic and bid my guns goodbye.

Screaming, writhing, I hacked off my arm using only a pair of rusty toenail clippers. Needless to say, I was dizzy from pain, blood loss, and the 5 CCs of green apple daiquiri I'd injected myself with, but somehow I managed to drag myself back to the cafeteria to cauterize my stump in the kitchen's oven. Barely clinging to consciousness, I set the oven to preheat, wrapped my stump in a tent of foil, and stuck it inside, turning regularly to promote an even cauter and applying a light baste to keep it moist.

When the bleeding stopped, I went back and repeated the process with my other arm. The second time was harder, I think. With no free hands remaining, I was forced to grip the toenail clippers with my teeth. I also ran out of baste. It was the most agonizing experience I could ever possibly fathom, but here I am. Alive. My cannonball deltoids still ripple with pugilistic vigor now and then, but the stubs are too short to be lethal.

And that's it. That's my story. That's how I ended up here, barricaded alone in an underground facility, typing on a keyboard with my tongue. I haven't been able to get in touch with any other Centre sites, and I can't leave the building. Every day I lose a little more hope. My personal hygiene has suffered, too—partly because I can't look at a pair of clippers without bursting into tears. My toenails are getting really long now. I'll probably have to use a pair of scissors or something. I could even use that electric carving knife I got for my birthday. Hell, I think there's a chainsaw in the supply closet. No shortage of options, really.

Even if I'm alive now, there's no telling how long that will last. Sometimes I hear people punching on the reinforced doors, desperate to break in and claim another victim to slake their drunken punchlust. Someday they may succeed. There's enough food left around to keep me going a while, though just for a while. I've kept my mind occupied and my spirits up by watching Dr. Cavender's Walking Dead box sets, but I can feel that post-Season-Six quality drop looming just around the corner.

Maybe this was their plan all along. Maybe they just left the planet, knowing full well we'd destroy ourselves. Maybe when the last human has passed their final breath, the selachians will return from wherever they went and feast on our tight, sculpted corpses. Or maybe they're happier where they are now. Maybe they're not coming back. I hope that's not the case. As much as it pains me to say it: I miss them.

I miss sharks.

[23:19] DrTsega: With all the squats I've been doing, I could probably pop their heads between my fucking thighs.

[23:20] DrTsega: pop 'em just like cherries. hell yeah

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By order of the Counsel, seconded by all of Site Command, SCP 035 is no longer trusted with glitter. In fact, the craft herpes is banned to all anomalies except 053, as she is too young to even think of pulling a stunt like that. No one is to give 035 glitter, he is denied access to the crafting cupboards, and anyone caught giving 035 glitter in any form is going right into D-Class orange. Let this week be the last adventure of "Disco Dong Dyo", ever!

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Addendum X-5 Part 1

Warning! The following is to only be seen by administrators and O5 council members. If you are not either, you must discard this tape at once! Failure to do so will lead to your immediate execution, there will be no exceptions!

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VIEWING OF ADDENDUM: X-1 APPROVED

The following is a recording of Agent Destev, Agent Destev is a population management field agent who is responsible for coordinating evacuations of large masses of people within the crowd. However, because of the spontaneous growth of SCP-ABB, Agent Destev was forced to focus solely on the safety of the survivors as well as her own survival. Agent Destev ended up being the only survivor.

Begin Recording

Agent Destev had walked into the convenience store; her mission was to wait for the signal before assisting with the evacuation of the civilians. However, Mobile Task Force Hermes-5: Second Responders, didn't give her an update on the situation. From what she could tell there was an anomalous breach of the military site at the top of the mountain, as such US military personnel and SCP Foundation agents within the military were sent to investigate. It wouldn't be the first time the U.S. government messed with anomalous properties they don't even remotely understand. She sighed in annoyance, if the U.S. military would just shut up and do what the Foundation told them then things would be easier for agents like her.

Destev then noticed three men dressed in military suits entered the store after her, all three of them looking nervous. Destev couldn't make out what they were muttering so instead she signaled them by stretching her arms in the air and using her left hand to show three fingers. Two of them looked at her like she was a weirdo while the one with the cap looked at her in shock and quickly tried avoiding eye contact. Destev just scoffed at them and continued observing them from a distance as well as everyone else. Her main job was to weed out the people who were quick to cause a panic and ruin the evacuation. Once she had a rundown of who to watch out for the evacuation team would come in and help her get the civilians out. However, that should have happened about five minutes ago yet none of the teams updated her, not even Command. Unfortunately, her orders were to wait for incoming teams to come in, so that was all she could do.

Suddenly several police cars and even a fire truck drove by with their sirens on, they were all driving on the same road leading to the mountain where the anomaly was. Now Destev was getting worried, neither the police nor fire department should be involved. Mobile Task Force Iota-10 should have been keeping a leash on them, so if they're up and about going headfirst into danger that means the Foundation lost control of the situation. Destev then noticed the military Police officer was talking to the three others in suits telling them that all leaves were canceled, meaning they were all stuck here. Destev could tell the MP knew something useful, so she quickly walked up to him to talk.

"Code! SCP-Echo-Tango-Sierra!" The MP stopped when he heard what she said, unfortunately all the civilians to the front of the convenience store heard them as well. However, Agent Destev was desperate, so she didn't care for the civilians noticing, she just wanted an update and now.

"I- I have nothing to report."

"You have nothing to report?!"

"I'm sorry ma'am." The MP tried to get past her to leave the convenience store, but Agent Destev quickly grabbed him by the arm.

"If I find out you're lying, I will kill you." Destev then released the MP, and he quickly left the store out of fear. Destev then walked past the three military suits and even elbowed one of them while passing them by. Destev didn't even bother noticing all of the people staring at her in fear, as far as any of them could tell she was just a regular woman, yet she just threatened an MP. However, that was not the end of the fear and confusion as sirens started going off. Like everyone else Destev was looking out the windows to see what was even going on. To add fear fuel to the fire Dan showed up running down from the road leading to the mountain and heading toward the convenience store.

"Something in the mist! Something in the mist took John Lee!" Ollie was quick to go over to Dan and help him catch his breath.

"Shut the door! Shut them now!"

"Dan calm down and catch your breath!"

"Please listen to me! Don't go outside! Something in the mist took John Lee."

"Screw that, I'm getting to my car."

"Mister no!" The idiot man then ran out of the convenience store to his car, Destev scoffed at him, she figured a hillbilly like him could have made her job harder. Destev was a Foundationist so outside of her fellow Foundation staff, she didn't value human life. As such, she thought of this as nothing more than a problem that fixed itself. However, she stopped smiling when she saw the mist coming in at an anomalous speed, and quickly covering everything. Soon the mist even covered the man and his car as he was only seconds from getting in. Nobody could see him anymore, but everyone could hear him screaming. The people closest to the door quickly shut them and back away from the entrance of the convenience store.

Then like that everything was quiet, the sirens stopped, and you couldn't even hear the screams anymore. Destev thought that was the end of it and turned on her mini radio hidden in her jacket to call the Foundation to update them on the situation. Before she could however an earthquake hit them hard and practically ruptured the convenience store instantly. Destev managed to stay still despite all the shaking and paid attention to the roof to keep herself from getting hit by falling debris. Destev saw some people get hit but thought nothing of it, she was just ready for the earthquake to be over.

Finally, the earthquake stopped, and everyone quickly picked themselves up to see what the damage was. Destev on the other hand was deeply annoyed that things ended up like this. She was just supposed to get a bunch of annoying civilians to safety but now things were completely out of control. Destev grunted as she got up and pushed aside any civilian in her way as she looked out the window, still nothing. She sighed again but then noticed the civilians she pushed looking at her in anger and/or disappointment. She just smirked at them, what are you fucking rodents going to do about it, she thought.

"Ugh, was that an earthquake?"

"I'm telling you! Those goddamn mills blew up!"

"Is everyone ok?"

"Everyone just stay put! Stay inside the store!"

"No, I can't do that. I have to get home to my kids!"

"Shut up!" Now everyone was looking at Agent Destev most in confusion but some in anger.

"No one is leaving! you leave, you die! Simple as that."

"No, you're not listening! Wanda is looking after little Victor, she's only Eight!" Suddenly the lady stopped talking when Destev walked right up to her and towered over her.

"No, you're not fucking listening, you're not leaving. Because if you do, you die, just like your dumbass kids." The lady looked at Destev horrified while Destev smirked at her.

"Haha, they're probably screaming for their mom right now while that anomalous mist outside is killing them as we speak. Too bad their dumbass mom had to run to the store to get some milk. The selfish old fuck." Destev always loved mocking civilians for their incompetence, but she wasn't smiling anymore when the lady slapped her across the face. Destev quickly recovered and glared at the lady in one second but punched her hard in the face the next. The punch was so strong that it broke the lady's nose and gave small fractures to her skull; she instantly fell to the ground and was knocked out.

People around Destev screamed in horror while she smiled at the knocked-out lady and looked at her now bloody fist in pride. It's not like rodent's deserve anything better, she thought to herself. but then she stopped smiling when two men got on her trying to hold her down. She was quickly enraged and grabbed one and threw him into one of the aisles and the other across towards a counter. One more guy tried to ambush her, but she quickly slapped him across the face making him spin in the air and fall down to the ground hard.

"Anyone else?! Huh?! I could do this all day you fucking rodents!" Destev then pulled out her pistol and pointed it out and pointed it at everyone, scaring them all to back off. Agent Destev knew the Ethics Committee would breathe down her neck if she kept this up but she also figured they would have bigger things to worry about. Destev just scoffed at the scared looking civilians and walked to the third aisle to sit in the middle while checking her gear.

Her hidden armor was still strapped on well, her gun was still working, and her medical storage bag was fine, and so was her radio. But she didn't check her radio as doing so right now would be a bad idea as doing so might attract unwanted attention. I mean I could just kill anyone who tries to mess with me, she thought to herself, but I don't want to have to go through the hassle.

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Hours had passed and everyone was trying to settle down and using supplies needed. Though unfortunately for everyone else Agent Destev was in aisle 3, so people had to go around her in order to get medical supplies. Amanda then walked into aisle 3 to get some aspirin for Billy. She looked at Destev only for a second when Destev glared back at her. The two of them remained silent for a little while but then Amanda spoke.

"Who are you? At least tell us that." Destev once again glared at Amanda with murderous anger.

"None of your fucking business bitch." Amanda then scoffed at her which actually surprised Destev to the point she raised an eyebrow.

"You know we're all on the same boat so the least you could do is-" Destev then got up, quickly walked up to Amanda and grabbed her by the throat.

"The least you could do is shut the fuck up and mind your damn business you fucking rodent!" Destev then lightly tossed Amanda back forcing her to take a few steps back. Amanda was filled with fear as she coughed and rubbed her now slightly bruised throat but after a second quickly walked away. Destev then went back to her sitting place and looked to her left to see the lady she punched earlier crying as two others were trying to patch her up and comfort her. The three of them then noticed Destev staring, she smiled mockingly at them and even blew a kiss. The lady cried harder, making Destev smile.

However, as time went on Destev was getting bored, she was mainly just hoping her radio would eventually pick up but it never did. So instead of sitting around she just decided to walk around and see what else was going on. She then saw David and some other men hanging around the back of the store leading to the storage unit. They all go in and Destev decides to follow them thinking that they will get involved with something interesting.

Destev makes sure to stay back just far enough so they don't either notice her or just don't bother to mention her at the very least. She saw how Jim and Myron were arguing with David about sending Norm outside. Destev smiled because one, it was funny for her to confirm once again how pathetic humans are and two, this was a good opportunity to see what was inside the mist. In other words, these guys were probably going to die but she didn't care so long as she was able to get some info on what exactly was the anomaly they were dealing with.

Then just like that the door started to open and under neither was just mist flowing there but nothing really abnormal. The guys were all joking around and smiling while David was genuinely annoyed by it all. However, Destev was actually shocked by this, she clearly heard that man screaming when the mist hit him, and Dan was clearly scared of something in the mist. She had to wonder, was it perhaps the mist itself that was dangerous, maybe if you stay in it for a certain period of time you die? Or perhaps there was a sort of "freshness" to the mist, and now that it's been around long enough it's no longer hazardous. However, before Destev could ponder anymore she saw a strange tentacle reaching out from the mist.

"Norm. Norm!"

"What the fuck?!" The tentacle quickly grabbed Norms leg and started pulling him forward so David ran up to help pull him back. Destev felt fear for the first time since her first few years joining the Foundation. She saw and heard of monsters like SCP-682, SCP-096, SCP-106, SCP-AAD, SCP-AAN and SCP-AAY but this had to be worse. Ollie quickly went over and helped Daivd out while Myron and Jim didn't do anything but back off in fear. Destev scoffed at them, typical rodents, she thought to herself, though it is surprising those two were so willing to help that kid. Destev just thought of it as a typical diamond among the ruff situation as she quickly ran up beside David and shot at the tentacle. However, this made things worse as the tentacle seemingly opened up and unleashed rows of sharp black teeth on its sides. With its teeth out it once again wrapped around Norms leg now not only pulling on him but digging into his leg making him scream in pain.

Destev normally enjoyed watching rodents like him suffer but right now was not the time to be relaxing or having fun. Especially as more tentacles kept showing up, so instead of helping Destev focused on shooting those tentacles hoping it was scary whatever they were attacked too back but it didn't do much. Then things got so much worse when a tentacle so large showed up, it was large enough to swallow a person whole. Destev was horrified but she still worked up the courage to shoot at the tentacle. However, upon doing so she ended up aggravated the tentacle and it unleashed both its teeth and mouth. It was getting ready to swallow up David and Norm, so Destev quickly grabbed David and pulled him away leaving Norm to be the only victim getting eaten by the giant tentacle. Afterwards Destev quickly let go of David and started shooting at the back end of the tentacle while Ollie was cutting up the front part with an axe, hoping in vain to save Norm.

"God damn it! We gotta close the door!"

"I'll turn on the Generator! You get the damn door closed." Destev went for the generator but one of the tentacles ended up grabbing her by the leg, so she quickly shot at it before it took her too. It opened up its teeth trying to bite her, but she quickly punched it making it back off out of pain and fear. She then ran for the generator and turned it on, then Ollie dropped the axe and used a broom stick to press the button.

Surprisingly as the door closed the tentacles quickly started retreating back into the mist, though the large tentacle was making the door harder to close. As the large tentacle struggled to retreat it ended up puking Norms skeleton on the floor. The sight of Norm's bones sent David into a blind rage, he quickly grabbed the axe and started swinging at it. He managed to cut it a few times and even cut off a small part of the top of the tentacle.

Finally, things were calmer now, though now that the nightmare was over David glared at Jim and Myron. Destev glared at them as well since they did nothing to help at all, she expected it but the fact that David and Ollie, two unremarkable humans, did help in stopping the tentacles made her hatred toward them higher than before.

"Hey... Hey look I'm sorry. But how was I supposed to know?"

"How were any of us supposed to know? You should have just assumed that whatever was in the mist was dangerous!" To David's surprise Destev was actually on his side.

"Hey, come on! As far as we could tell it was just a mist! How were we supposed to know it was bad?!"

"You fucking rodent! Didn't you hear that guy screaming earlier when he got to his car after the mist covered him?! Did you think he was just having fucking field day or some shit?!"

"Hey, don't go putting all of this shit on me! Besides! You're that bitch that punched that poor woman in the face and you threw those people in the fucking air like a juggler!"

"Yeah well at least I kept that dumb bitch from going out into the mist! You didn't exactly help that dumb brat from going out now did you?!"

"We- Well yeah but come on! How was I supposed to know what was in the mist! Come on, I'm not the bad guy here! I didn't even do anything!"

"Yeah, yeah, that's right... You didn't do shit!" David then ran over to Jim and punched him across the face. Destev made sure to cover her mouth to keep herself from laughing while David continued punching Jim. Though her fun was quickly ruined when Ollie stepped in to stop David.

"Graaah! His fucking blood is on me you prick!"

"Ugh! Argh! Look, I'm sorry, okay!"

"Come on man, we didn't pull his leg!"

"Yeah, I know he was a kid, of course he'd be stupid... What the hell is your excuse?!" Jim and Myron then walked out of the back leaving David, Ollie, and Destev alone.

"What should we do now?"

"Well, the engine stopped spewing fumes everywhere so whatever was clogging the exhaust pipe is gone. Which means it was probably those tentacle monsters." David and Ollie then noticed Destev as she was talking, Ollie seemed afraid of her while David looked at her with disappointment.

"Oh, so you're helping now, not throwing people around anymore?"

"Those assholes attacked me first. It was self-defense."

"What about that lady? Is a simple slap considered an attack to you? Enough to bash her face in like a crook?!" Ollie quickly got in-between them to stop the argument from escalating into violence again.

"Okay! Okay! Look, fighting amongst ourselves is only going to make things worse! Especially with those- those... Those THINGS out there. Look, we need to figure out what to do first!"

"... Should we leave the engine on?"

"No, we should shut it off."

"Yeah, I agree, the food will last even without it. Besides with all the noise it's making might draw that thing back, I'll uh- I'll go shut it off." Ollie then nervously walked past Destev and toward the engine but as he turned int off everything got dark. David then flashed a light on Ollie allowing him to come back safely.

"Okay, now what do we do? How do we tell everyone?"

"What?"

"Well, we need to tell everyone. This- whatever this is its too big, we can't hide it we have to tell everyone. That poor lady that was-" Ollie then looked at Destev who crossed her arms at him.

"Ahem, that lady nearly left earlier, what if she tries to leave again. What if she tries to convince others to go with her?"

"How could we even convince them? They won't believe us. Hell, I was here and even I don't believe it, what we saw was impossible. Those kinds of tentacles with those teeth and mouths, they don't exist and fuck... what the hell were they even attached too?" Destev then stepped forward to join in on the conversation.

"Unfortunately, I agree, even if we showed them evidence that might convince them to leave even more. Humans are stupid like that, no offense." David and Ollie then looked at Destev in confusion then at each other.

"Uh, who exactly are you?"

"Angela Destev, why?"

"You also threatened that Military Police Officer."

"I was scared, confused, and wanted answers, didn't we all?"

"You didn't look scared, you looked pissed."

"I always look like that, normally because I have to work with idiots." Ollie continued to look at Destev in confusion while David glared at her with skepticism.

"Ok look you can question me all you want but it's not going to get anyone anywhere so how about we focus on the issue at hand."

"... Sure." David, Ollie, and Destev then left the loading dock and entered the store again but upon doing so Amanda was there and saw the blood. Destev blocked their conversation out of her mind and instead tried to assess the situation. So far, they have confirmed that it's not the mist itself that was the anomaly but instead there were hostile anomalous beasts that wandered within the beasts. So far, they just saw tentacles with mouths and teeth on them. There are species of Squids who had teeth on their suction cups within their tentacles, so this was something similar to that. The main difference was that these tentacles were bigger, their teeth and mouths were more dangerous, and they were somehow able to survive on the surface. Whatever they were attacked to was either a giant Eldrige like squid or perhaps it was a monstrosity made up of hundreds of tentacles fused together. Destev just sighed in annoyance, there simply wasn't enough information. As if on cue David touched Destev's shoulder as he, Ollie, Jim, and Myron were ready to all talk.

"Hey, look I'm sorry about the kid, now I'm not making excuses, I really am sorry, it's my fault."

"Thanks but look, right now we need to figure out how we're going to tell everyone."

"Should we go with people we can trust first?"

"How about Mr. Norton?"

"That dirtbag? No way, he thinks he is better than everyone."

"Hey, that guys an important attorney back in New York, he could be on the bench one day. Someone like that can influence a lot of people. But uh, before we address that we gotta figure out how we're going to keep that thing from getting in here."

"What do you mean getting in, we shut the loading dock door."

"Well yeah but the entire front of the store is plate glass." The five of them stepped looked to the front of the store, it didn't take long for the fear to fill all of their hearts.

"Jesus Christ."

"With that big tentacle we saw, that thing could smash it all down like it's nothing. It wouldn't take long for it to get in and kill everyone."

"Fuck..." David quickly walked away and toward Mr. Norton and told him something that seemed to shock him. He then escorted Mr. Norton to the rest of them for confirmation.

"Ok here, these guys saw it too." Mr. Norton then turned to Myron in confusion.

"Uh yeah we did." Then to Jim.

"It's true tentacles." Then to Ollie.

"Yes, it's all true." Finally, to Agent Destev.

"I don't believe it ether but fuck its true, ate a person whole right in front of me, in front of all of us." Mr. Norton then seemed to be in deep thought as he was processing it all but then he looked at them with a calm and carefree expression.

"Fellas and uh ma'am. I have to say, I really don't understand the point of this joke or the fact that you actually thought I would buy it? I'm sorry, but I'm just not that stupid."

"No- no, no, no! That's not what this is. Look come back with us, there's blood, there's uh... a skeleton and a chunk of the tentacle I cut off-"

"No. I'm not going over there because we got real problems here and this pathetic attempt at a joke has gone on long enough."

"Mr. Norton, what possible reason could we have to-"

"Oh please! This is payback for the lawsuit I had against David and you're all backing him up." Agent Destev then stepped in front of Ollie while facing Mr. Norton in anger.

"Lawsuit? Are you fucking kidding me?! You think this is some joke made from your petty bullshit?! How fucking childish are you?!"

"I'm childish? This coming from the lady that punched that poor woman in the face! She has a concussion now because of you! All she did was slap you after YOU insulted her, yet apparently in your book that counts as a death sentence."

"Listen to me you moron you need to get your head out of your-"

"No, you listen to me, when this is over, I'm going to sue you for-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING RODENT!" Mr. Norton was shocked and tried to back away, but Agent Destev walked up to him and grabbed him by the shoulders. He started screaming at her to get off of him while trying to shake him off, but she proved to be so much stronger. Since things were escalating badly Ollie, David, and Myron quickly tried to rescue Mr. Norton by getting Agent Destev off of him. However even as they all worked together, she was able to keep her hold on Mr. Norton and was even getting ready to punch him in the face to shut him up.

"Angela knock it off! For fuck's sake this isn't helping!" Agent Destev was annoyed that David called her by her first name but she did respect him a little for his actions back at the loading dock so she listened and let Mr. Norton go.

"Argh! That's it! I'm suing all of you! This time you'll go to prison David!"

"What the hell is going on here?!"

"This woman attacked me! Just like she did with those people earlier." Destev and Mr. Brown looked at one another, Destev looked at him with indifference while Mr. Brown looked terrified despite being the owner of the store.

"Ah- Ahem! Now I le- let you off the hook before since we had more pressing matters but this- this is taking things WAY too far. Now listen, I can start writing down names and when the police finally get here, I'll-" Agent Destev then grabbed Mr. Brown's clipboard and pen and broke them both with ease and let them fall to the floor as she glared at him like he was an insect. He then stood there in silence and his fear only increased when Agent Destev smiled and started laughing afterwards.

"The cops? You think they're going to help you? They got bigger, BIGGER things to worry about." Mr. Brown was terrified but he wanted to try to maintain an image of power as the store manager.

"O- O- Okay now listen, even during a disastrous event like this one law and order need to be preserved lest we all turn into animals, s- so, all of you! I will have to write all your names and as for you Ollie, you could lose your job."

"You know what Bud, go ahead. But while you're at it shut the fuck up!" Mr. Brown and Agent Destev then looked at Ollie in shock, Ollie then looked at Destev as if to silently tell her that he's got it from here. Ollie was another human who earned Destev's respect due to how levelheaded he was, so she nodded and backed off, Ollie then sighed in relief and continued.

"Okay everyone! Can everyone come over here! We have something to tell you all and it especially concerns anyone who wants to leave."

"Why the hell should we listen to anything that bitch has to say." Everyone then turned to an angry man who was holding the lady Destev punched, she had bandages on her face. Destev just smirked at her which again made the lady tremble in fear.

"Okay! Okay! Listen I know you're all scared but please, if you really want to leave you need to listen to this first." Finally, everyone remained silent and after hugging and comforting his son David stepped forward to speak.

"Okay now this is going to sound crazy but there are things in the mist, and they are dangerous. Look earlier we tried to check out the engine for me, Ollie, Jim, Myron, and Norm. But uh, we needed to clear out the exhaust pipe and so Norm volunteered to go out into the mist and unclog it. But before he could, something came out from the mist and took him."

"What?"

"I don't know, all we saw was tentacles." There was a moment of silence among everyone before Mr. Norton and Mr. Brown started laughing.

"Haha, tentacles he says, tentacles from planet X. no it's all lies you know."

"It's absolute shit!"

"Of course, it is its absolute lunacy! If I had to guess, the tentacles are coming out of the beer cans!"

"No, they're telling the truth!" Everyone then turned to Dan Miller who had finally calmed down.

"There are monsters in the mist!"

"You saw them?"

"Well, no, but I saw something pull John lee into the mist. It happened too fast, but it definitely wasn't something of this world."

"Mr. Miller please, you're indulging these hooligans, these- these criminals, in a sick joke. Don't encourage them, you clearly were just in a terrible accident and-"

"Accident? What, like a car crash? No Mr. Norton, nothing like that. The car was already stopped when the mist was getting close then suddenly the ground shook like something extremely heavy fell. I ended up falling, so I didn't see what took John, but I did see him get lifted up into the mist and I heard him screaming. That's not all there were military soldiers too both inside and outside the mist. They were firing at something I couldn't see but they were clearly hitting it because I heard... something crying in pain and whatever it was it wasn't from this world." Mr. Norton then looked defeated but quickly noticed Destev smirking at him.

"What? You think we somehow got him into the joke too?"

"No, but I think he's confused, and your little joke is encouraging his delusion."

"It's not a delusion, Mr. Norton! I'm not insane! I know what I heard! It was real!"

"Alright! Alright! Enough! Look everyone, don't take our word for it, come with us to the Loading Dock and you see it all. Norms corpse and a chunk of the tentacle."

"Norms Corpse? You killed Norm?!"

"No, you idiot, it was the tentacle monster that did that! And once you see his corpse you know." Destev then glared at Mr. Brown again making him gulp in fear again, David sighed but led everyone who was willing to look to the back of the Loading dock. Mr. Norton scoffed and tried to walk away but Destev grabbed him by the collar of his shirt before he could leave.

"You're coming too."

"No, I am not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"No! Get your goddamn hands off of me! Help! Help!" Destev just had a bored expression on her face as she practically dragged Mr. Norton to the Loading Dock. Ollie, Jim, and Myron felt bad but didn't say anything to stop her. David was more annoyed but also secretly glad she was forcing Mr. Norton to see it all so that he didn't have to.

"What's the matter with you people! Someone help me!"

"Anyone who helps him gets a broken face! You can ask the stupid bitch what that's like." Everyone then immediately turned their heads from Mr. Norton, not that any of them were willing to help anyways. Destev smirked at first, but she was getting increasingly annoyed at Mr. Norton constantly yelling at her to let him go. Finally, they made it to the Loading dock and Destev made sure that Mr. Norton was one of the people in the front to see it all.

"There, look! Look you idiot!"

"You get your goddamn... oh god." Everyone was surrounding the skeleton of Norm; with their flashlights they could see all his bones and the chunks of flesh and blood still on them.

"What the hell..."

"Oh god..."

"Did you do this? Did you kill Norm?!"

"You honestly think we did this? How?"

"As much as it pains me to agree with a bitch like her, she's right." Agent Destev turned to the biker in anger, but he wasn't focused on her but instead crouched down to get a better look at the skeleton.

"Look at all of this, the skeleton is all that's left and there's still small chunks of flesh."

"It's probably just a Halloween prop! Maybe these people made it."

"Why would we do that?"

"I don't know but this... this just can't be real. Norm can't actually be dead."

"Sorry to say but the evidence is right in front of us, something chewed all the flesh off of him. The question is what?"

"That." Destev then pointed off to the shutter doors where everyone flashed their lights to see the bit of the tentacle from the monster. Everyone, while trying to avoid stepping on Norm's corpse, went over to the tentacle.

"What the hell is that?"

"Looks like a floaty." Everyone then looked at Mr. Brown with confusion, even Mr. Norton looked at him with skepticism.

"I- I mean what else could it be?"

"It's not a fucking floaty you dumb fuck... Mr. Norton. Why don't you tell us what it is."

"... Okay now you listen here-" Destev then pulled out a gun and pointed it right at Mr. Norton.

"You really think I won't?"

"... I don't know what it is but to say it's a piece of a monster is just... it's just insane." Then the Biker got a broom stick and poked the tentacle piece with it. Suddenly it came back to life and started thrashing around and even screeching in pain making everyone, except Destev, back off in fear. Then the tentacle just stopped moving and started melting into a black goo that was quickly disintegrating into nothing.

"Anybody still think we're lying? Or are you all blind as well as idiots?" Mr. Norton then backed off and walked away from the group as if he was in deep thought. Then he suddenly faced the group again.

"This... all of this... this is impossible you all know that right?" Before Destev could insult him again David stepped forward to talk to him.

"Yes, Brent, that's what we thought too but unfortunately it's here and-"

"No, no. You don't understand it's IMPOSSIBLE, in every conceivable way in our world. How are we going to tell everyone else? No one will believe us." Ollie then stepped forward to talk.

"H- Hey that's not entirely true I mean that's why we wanted to tell you first so that you could convince everyone else since you're a New York Attorney."

"Gentlemen I'm sorry but it wouldn't even matter if I was the president, I can't just tell everyone that... monsters are roaming around outside. Who would believe that? Hell, I didn't believe you."

"Well, I just assumed that was because you're an idiot." Mr. Norton raised his hand and was about to yell at Destev but David got in front of him and stopped things from escalating.

"Okay! Okay look! Brent your right, I did have a plot against you but that was this morning, when your tree landed on our house, I just wanted to borrow some insurance but this... this is much worse than anything any of us could be dealing with right now. So, we need to keep everyone in here and we need to keep those things out because believe me that little piece was a part of a much bigger monster." Suddenly the shutter doors started banging again forcing everyone to back off in fear. It went on for a minute or so then suddenly stopped.

"Yeah... much, MUCH bigger."

"Was... was that-?"

"Yeah, that was the monster."

"Alright let's get the hell out of here!" The eight of them then left the loading dock only to return to a crowd of people anxious for answers. Everyone immediately looked to Mr. Brown for answers, thankfully he managed to work up the courage to talk to everyone.

"It would seem that we do have a grave issue concerning this mist. For now, I would say it's best to remain in the store and not to go out."

"W- Wait! You can't honestly be saying you believe them?!"

"What about that woman?! You actually believe her?!"

"They're all obviously insane! Mr. Norton please! Tell us at least you don't believe him!" Mr. Norton noticed everyone looking at him, he then sighed and walked forward to address everyone.

"Alright everyone I know how it sounds and I don't expect you to believe me in saying this is somehow supernatural. But please listen to me when I say that the mist isn't safe, and we NEED to stay in here!"

"She threatened you, didn't she?" Everyone then turned to the woman that Destev punched earlier. She was pointing right at Destev which made her roll her eyes in annoyance.

"Just tell us if she did! Why are we even afraid of her? We outnumber her so we can overpower her! Then we can all leave!"

"No ma'am please she didn't threaten us. I am telling the truth when I say we need to stay here."

"I don't believe you!"

"I don't believe you either!"

"You people are full of shit!" Soon half of the people started yelling at them and calling each and every one of them liars. Destev just huffed in annoyance as they were all screaming and yelling like the insects, she always thought they were. This is why the Foundation is around, she thought to herself, to keep you dumb rodents from hurting yourselves.

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It took quite a while, but things finally managed to calm down and those that believed David and the others were helping to stack up dog food and other heavy bags to help reinforce the glass walls. The people who were originally on Mr. Norton's side were now staring at him in anger as he helped David and the others. However, everyone who was opposed to them were now silent as Mr. Brown and Mr. Norton who they stood behind before were now against them. 

"Open your eyes! Let the scales fall away! This has all been written in the revelations!" However, Mrs. Carmody was adamant on her idea that this was all a test of God, and she was meant to spread his message. 

"Mrs. Carmody, what exactly are you proposing?"

"That we all be prepared to meet our maker!"

"Be prepared to meet shit! This whole shit show is as far from God as the devil himself!"

"Yes! It's the devil's domain we are all in and we have damned ourselves to it! It was the devil's will that devoured that poor boy. Do you all still doubt that? Then go out! And say, how do you do?"

"Shut up lady! For god's sake you're scaring the children!"

"They should be scared! Their poor and innocent minds have been corrupted! All this talk of a modern god, or no god at all! There is one God, it is the god of Israelites, and he is a stern and vengeful God and we have been mocking him for far too long! And now he demands retribution in blood, it is time to declare yourself, pick sides between the saved and the damned, read the good book it calls for expiation, blood!"

"Oh fuck off lady! You really think a few blood sacrifices are just going to make all the monster's go away? That's just going to make them come more often! Man, how the fuck did dumb fuck Christians like you manage to survive for as long as you did?" Mrs. Carmody glared at Destev unafraid of her like the others. 

"You bitch, you don't know the power of faith because you would rather worship the devil!"

"The Devil doesn't exist and neither does God you dumb fuck, you fucking apes made that shit up so that you could trick one another into submission where the crafty ones always land on top! I mean why the fuck do you think there are so many iterations of Christianity or why the bible permits slaver or even allows men to sleep with the wives of other men? It's because MEN were the ones who wrote it, not God but stupid fucking men, and worst of all dumb whores like you bought into it."

"What did you just call me?! You bitch!" Mrs. Carmody then ran toward Agent Destev trying to hit her, but Destev just pushed her shoulder hard making her slide back away from Destev. Mrs. Carmady was shocked at what happened while Destev just smirked at her and mockingly gestured at her to come to Destev again. 

"The devil wears an angel's mask to deceive the unsuspecting."

"... What?" Agent Destev was now glaring at Mrs. Carmody with disappointment while she was pointing at Destev in horror.

"An angelic appearance can be the devil's clever charade! Do not be fooled by the angelic face, for within it lies the devil's treachery!"

"Oh fuck off lady! Are you really so brain dead that-"

"The lies! The lies of the Devil's treachery! Its Clever Charade will be the doom of us all! To poison our minds and make us believe that black is white, and wrong is right! We must declare ourselves the devoted children of God and-"

"You know what, fuck this!" Destev then stomped up to Mrs. Carmody and grabbed her bible, Destev then walked over to the store door while Mrs. Carmody chased after her and was scratching and punching her back.

"You bitch! Give me back my bible!" Destev just ignored both Mrs. Carmody's yelling and her punching her back, not that either were enough to hurt her anyways. Destev then went to the front of the store, opened the door, and threw the bible out into the parking lot. After Destev slammed the door shut she looked back to see Mrs. Carmody staring at where her bible was in fear. Destev smiled at her and leaned closer to her while glaring at Mrs. Carmody.

"Go get it, if god really is on your side, then you'll have no issue getting it. So go then and say how do you do while you're at it ya dumb cunt." Destev then walked off while Mrs. Carmody was still standing there in disbelief. 

"For the record I already know almost everyone in this store hates me, so I just want everyone to know that I really don't give a shit what you people think. You can go out of the store if you want but mark my words you will die and Mrs. Carmody's god or whatever god you believe in is not going to save you." As if on cue a gun shot was heard outside the store, grabbing everyone's attention. It sounded like it was coming from the street in front of the story just beyond the parking lot. Just as everyone started looking outside the store more gunshots could be heard then there were strange lights going off like explosions and lasers. It went on for a while and afterwards strange and ferocious monster roars could be heard as well. The shooting, explosions, and abnormal creature noises were getting louder and more frequent as time went on. 

Suddenly a car was seen falling from the sky and landing awfully close to the store, shocking everyone and making a few scream in terror. The explosions and shooting kept going for a little while longer but as time went on it got quieter and quieter. It was only after five minutes that it all stopped and there wasn't any more noise. The only noise that could be heard was monsters making angry and disgustingly loud noises until that couldn't be heard either. 

Everyone in the store remained in silence out of fear, none of them had been this afraid until the whole thing started. No one knew what to say, for all they knew that was the military out there and something completely unnatural just wiped them all out. Those sounds didn't come from anything on this earth, nor could something on earth throw a car like that so easily yet it happened right in front of them. Surprisingly the most terrifying part was the fact that they couldn't see anything, so they had no idea what made those sounds or what caused the shooting to stop. 

"H- Hey! I see something!" Everyone turned to a random customer who was pointing out in the distance.

"I see it, a person walking towards us!"

"Hey, I see it too! It's a person! Maybe they can tell us what's going on!" Soon everyone was looking in the mist and they could see a black silhouette of a person walking towards them. 

"Hey! Hey we're right here!" Someone started banging on the glass to get the person's attention, but David quickly ran to them to stop them.

"Stop! Stop it! What are you doing?!"

"I'm just trying to signal them. Let them know we're here, if their military can help us!"

"I really don't think that's what's going to happen." Everyone looked at Destev who had a bored expression as she pointed back toward the silhouette. Everyone looked again outside and were able to see the person now. They were military alright but his armor and close were black and he had the SCP Foundation logo on his helmet though only Destev recognized that. However, no one cared about that, what they did care about was how he was covered in his own blood. Everyone except Destev screamed at the sight of him, his guts were hanging out, his lower jaw was torn off, his skin was ripped and covered in blood, and his right arm and leg were mangled yet he was still walking toward the store. 

Everyone couldn't stop screaming he had to be dead at that point, yet he was still moving and getting closer to the store. He eventually reached the store and his body leaned toward the glass wall at the left end of the store. His guts spilled out making everyone scream again yet he was still breathing. He was also able to see everyone, since he knew he had an audience he quickly spread his message before he died. He quickly used his blood to start writing on the windows so that everyone could see it. It took a while before he was able to write "ARROWHEAD", though some people noticed he also was tapping on the window with his other hand, which unknown to them was morse code. Destev however knew exactly what he was saying in morse code but wasn't sure what to do with the information. 

The soldier, glad he at least got to spread the word before dying, decided to let his body fall apart and die. However, he then saw the three soldier men and was infuriated especially by the fact that they were okay. He started glaring at them and started slamming his fist on the glass. The people were confused on why he was so mad but more concerned at how he was starting to crack the glass. Destev then walked over to him and made sure that he could see her, he stopped as soon as he did. She nodded at him as if to tell him it's okay to rest now, he then closed his eyes and let his body fall to the ground.

Once he was dead Destev backed off and looked away from him, a single tear fell from her eye, but she quickly wiped it away. David and quite a few others saw this and was shocked but before anything else, Mrs. Carmody decided to start preaching again.

"Now do you all see? The modern sinners will be damned as the mist of the devil shall-" Destev just happened to be walking by Mrs. Carmody and so she punched her hard in the face as she walked by. Destev actually did hold back this time and only ended up breaking Mrs. Carmody's nose. She fell to the ground and everyone around them backed off and shrieked at the sight. 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID EVANGELIST BITCH! IT'S BECAUSE OF HUMANS LIKE YOU THAT I LOST FAITH IN HUMANITY, YOUR ALL JUST STUPID BUGS WAITING TO BE SQUASHED!" Destev then walked to the back of the store, not caring about the negative and awkward situation she left the rest of the store in.

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SCP-30145

SCP-30145 is based from the Anime and/or Manga Detective Conan  

This SCP Appears after the downfall of BO and with the Return of Shinichi. The whole DC plot is going on for a year and a half.  

This is For FUN oki, thx

SCP–30145: “The CONE”  

Item #: SCP-30145

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures:

Containment of SCP-30145 has been, complicated; due to its ability to teleport, our Agents cannot keep up with SCP-30145 even with the use of our latest tracking technology and there are no audio and visual recordings of SCP-30145 anywhere, even from the Foundation’s Satellite. SCP-30145 poses no immediate risks; it only appears in crime scenes and ‘assists’ Japan’s police force to solve the case. Even so, its ability to appear and disappear on a crime scene is still an anomaly that needed to be contained.

At one point, our Agents were lucky to be able to steal SCP-30145-A: a U-shaped pair of glasses; and bring it to the Foundation found at Site#, more details on the item and the incident reports on Addendum 30145.4.

For now, the Foundation issued that SCP-30145 to have a undercover observer in Japan’s Police Force to keep monitoring SCP-30145.

Description:

In appearance, SCP–30145 resembles a typical traffic cone with additional accessories: SCP-30145-A: a pair of U-shaped glasses and SCP-30145-B: a Red Bow Tie tied around the cone. The cone also weighs like an average 6-7 year old child. SCP-30145 it seems to be sentient and able to avoid our Agents with precision and skill.

Addendum 30145.1: Discovery

The traffic cone was first seen in a crime scene in Beika, Japan (the crime scene is in front of the famous Mouri Detective Agency where the “Sleeping Kogoro” lives). The crime scene went smoothly (too smoothly) where the famous detective unravels the tricks of the suspect and also the motive of the criminal; the suspect was arrested. After the case is closed, the cone disappears until it went on to appear again in various crime scenes that mostly covers Murder or Homicide.

Addendum 30145.2: Observation

During a crime scene, the Foundation’s undercover agent states that SCP-30145 is sentient and mobile by teleporting to specific spots of the crime scene, looking over something that potentially lead to a clue. The police officers at first were shocked to see SCP-30145 teleporting from one place to another. The police officers keep SCP-30145 to another room to avoid getting in the way of the case but fails and SCP-30145 continues to teleport back to the crime scene. One of the officers stated who carried SCP-30145 to another room that it weighted like a normal 7-8 year old.

Continuing to interact with SCP-30145 they lead to a Shaman to “bless” or “free” SCP-30145 from its paranormal activity but fails; the Shaman stated that SCP-30145 is not any sort of a demon and its only wishes to assist the officers.

After a few more attempts of banishing/containing SCP-30145 [see Addendum 30145.2.1] they have given up and let SCP-30145 to assist them with crime scenes as long as it does not appear unusual. After some time they felt SCP-30145’s [1] presence to be very familiar to a certain someone (the officers refuse to answer who is this certain person) and continues to solve the cases from the clues found by SCP-30145 and successfully solved them.

Addendum 30145.2.1: Banishing/Containment of SCP-30145

This is for fans to make any weird scenarios on how Japan’s First Division (Detective Conan AU) attempts to banish/contain SCP-30145. There is no need for a serious scenario, this section is for fun. I’ll also add something to this section if I think of something.  

Addendum 30145.3: Conan

Through various search, the Foundation found someone named Conan Edogawa, a 7 year old boy wearing the same two accessories of SCP-30145 and said to have helped the police force solve crimes a year and a half ago. The child was posed as “Sherlock’s Assistant”, the “Shinigami” / “Grim Reaper” (by Juzo Megure, police inspector of Division 1) and “Sleeping Kogoro’s Bag of Wisdom” (said by Kuroda Hyoue, the former Nagano Police First Division Chief).

Having a First grader to assist in a crime scene is unnerving but, it seems the police force trusted the child. The child is said to be in America living with his family but further search for the [2] Edogawa family had been unsuccessful.

Addendum 30145.4: SCP-30145-A, U-shaped Glasses

SCP-30145’s Accessories have additional features installed. SCP-30145-A: U-shaped Glasses, was actually a tracking/binocular glasses. When the glasses where used by one of our agents its tracking/binocular features operates well but after some time wearing it he stated that he felt paranoid where there was an [3] “Organization” hunting him.

Addendum 30145.4.2: Incident 1

SCP-30145-A was stolen by our Agent# and was able to bring it to the facility with ease. During its experimentation the agent felt paranoid wearing the glasses saying that someone or an Organization was on to him and his family. After stating this there was a sudden breach in the Site#. The PA stated that SCP-30145 has entered the facility and needed immediate action.

Our researchers and agents ramble to secure SCP-30145-A and ready to confront SCP-30145 but nothing came. An order came from another group needing of assistance lead the agents to move and when arrived they are confused that they are not in need of assistance. As they realize they’ve been fooled immediately went to SCP-30145-A’s containment and saw SCP-30145 already wearing it. Another thing they have noticed is that SCP-30145 was able to steal a communicator and apparently used SCP-30145-B as a Voice-modulating Bow Tie.

After SCP-30145 was seen by our Agents SCP-30145 states: [4] “Don’t be tricked by what you see now. Sometimes the things which seem unbelievable are the truth. Do not come after me if u want to live. I do not want anyone to get hurt. This is My Case!” and disappears leaving the communicator on the floor.

Addendum 30145.5: Red Bow Tie

During Addendum 30145.4.1: Incident 1, our agents was able to know what the second accessory of SCP-30145 is; a Voice-modulating Bow Tie. SCP-30145 used SCP-30145-B to fool and communicate our agents and warned them not to come after the SCP. SCP-30145-used the voice of the commander in charge of the group but when seen it used a voice of a young boy to warn them not to come after SCP-30145. Unfortunately there were no audio and visual recordings found during the incident that lead the researchers to think that SCP-30145 was able to control any tracking and recording technology but some doubt this for its is a traffic cone.

Footnotes:

As time went by the officers keep calling SCP-30145 “Conan-kun” as if the SCP-30145 is a child.

It appears that the found documentation of Conan Edogawa and Fumiko Edogawa [mother] are fake but there are evidences that people have seen these two people, though the Mother was only seen once by Conan’s caretaker Kogoro Mouri and Ran Mouri.

Agent# felt paranoid and saying things that he was being targeted by an Organization due to his meddling to them but after the incident Addendum 30145.4.2 Agent# have not interacted with any Organization that could target him and his family since the Foundation is guarding their safety.

There are theories that the child voice SCP-30145 used is the same voice as the child Conan. Other researchers speculated that the child turned into SCP-30145 and now helps Japan’s First Division to attain its goal to solve a case. Whatever that case is, we do not know.

Sources from Detective Conan:  

https://www.detectiveconanworld.com/wiki/Conan_Edogawa

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