#scp 038

[agnol117]

Series I, Part VII

SCP-033 - The Missing Number

Another one that’s just kinda weird!

I really like when the name of the page sums up the skip as nicely as this one does. I also really like the idea that the number isn’t actively “harmful,” rather, it’s trying to integrate itself into a system that doesn’t really account (heh) for it. It’s a fun concept.

8/10

SCP-034 - Obsidian Ritual Knife

I find the implications of this much more terrifying than the report actually lets on. The ability to change into someone by cutting off a portion of their skin, and gaining their physical appearance and even their DNA absolutely terrifies me. It’s another one of those that I find deeply upsetting. Like the Pipe Nightmare.

9/10

SCP-035 - Possessive Mask

I feel like this one tries to do too much?

The basic concept is fine. I like the evil mask and the possession bits. Those are great. Everything past that, though, just feels like it’s trying too hard, to the point of becoming almost silly. It’s the opposite problem of over-redacting. Instead of there being too little information to be scary, there’s too much. Oh, the mask is super smart and tries to manipulate people into letting it escape! And it can use telepathy to do that even without a host! And it can make the walls bleed, and turn the entire cell into a concentrated zone of hate and despair that makes everyone who enters it want to kill themself!

It’s just too much.

2/10

SCP-036 - The Reincarnation Pilgrimage of the Yazidi (Kiras Guhorîn)

I’m not really sure what to make of this one, mostly because it doesn’t feel like an SCP. It’s not something that can be “secured” or “contained.” Rather, it’s a religious ritual that the Foundation just apparently helps adherents perform. Which…yeah. Giving this a null score, because it just fundamentally doesn’t feel like an SCP.

-/10

SCP-037 - Dwarf Star

Another one that’s just kinda weird. It’s a tiny star that somehow made its way to Earth, and because it’s literally tiny, it had to be hidden. There’s little else to really say about it.

4/10

SCP-038 - The Everything Tree

Major Dune vibes from this one, although I’m pretty sure I’ve just revealed how terrible my taste as a twenty-something was, because I’m pretty sure the Tleilaxu cloning farms are from the awful novels not by Herbert. Otherwise it’s just a fun sort of concept.

7/10

[sugersnow]

posting a meme for every scp every day, day "038"

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Newscapepro SCP Rewrite Season 2: The Everything Tree

“Ughhh…” Cory felt dizzy, more than that Cory felt like he had been hit in the head several hundred times. He groaned as he opened his eye and looked around the commons room, Triana, Hooper and Scott were unconscious on the couch, with Scott being covered in pretzel crumbs. Nikole was blacked out on the floor. Cory tried to remember what happened, but came up with mostly blanks; what he did know was that after being promoted (Which was all because of him, by the way) Alpha Strike had elected to throw a massive rager. Everyone got drunk, including.

“Hey Cory, you’re finally awake,” Lara walked into the common area as she held a sandwich and a glass of water in her hands.

“Wh- Lara how are you awake, that party was like… ugh…” Cory groaned.

Lara chuckled as she placed the things in her hands on a table next to Triana. “I’m a heavyweight for someone that weighs 80 pounds,”

“Makes sense,” Cory clutched his head. “Hopefully we don’t have anything to do today,”

“Don’t worry, we got a day off to ‘prepare for our promotion’” Lara made airquotes, putting on a goofy voice as she spoke. “They knew that we were gonna do something like this,”

Cory chuckled. “That’s good, I’m gonna take a na-”

“Could Private Cory please report to SCP-038’s Containment Chamber, please?”

Cory groaned at the PA System, Lara chuckled. “Womp womp,”

Cory paused for a minute before pointing at the system. “Hey, that’s Private First Class Cory!”

“Could Private First Class Cory please report to SCP-038’s Containment Chamber, please?”

“Hah, nice,”

---

“Ah, there you are Cory… you don’t look to good,” The man said, genuine concern evident in his voice as the Camera Faced Man entered the pretty regular containment room. All there was behind the glass was a pretty normal looking apple tree.

Cory chuckled a little. “Yeah, we had a crazy party cause we’re Alpha Strike now; I’m kind of a big deal,”

“You have the same authority you did when you were a Private,” Patience deadpanned.

Cory pouted, crossing his arms like a three year old. “Yeah, well… ugh, why did you even call me here?”

“Because, I have something to show you,” Patience led the man to the room with the tree, a healthy looking tree with some nice apples growing from it.

“Wow, a tree,” Cory popped his mouth. “Can I go eat now?”

Dr. Patience wordlessly tossed a piece of candy at the bark of the tree. Seconds after he did so the candy appeared on the leaves of the tree and dropped onto the ground.

“Oh my God!” Cory beamed. “Infinite candy tree!?”

“That’s right Cory, SCP-038 clones anything that… touches its bark,”

Cory instantly got on all fours and picked up the candy, shoving the entire thing, including the plastic wrapping into his mouth. “Augh!” He spat it out. “That sucks,”

“The Skip tends to downgrade the things it clones, yes,”

“Awww… no infinite candy,” Cory pouted as he got back up.

Dr. Patience chuckled. “Unfortunately, no, but there is another thing we can have infinite of,”

“What?” Cory said, still pouting to himself.

“He should be here right now!”

The door opened as if on cue, the lab door slid open and in walked Hooper, looking way better than he did conked out on the couch.

“There you are!” Patience exclaimed. “Now, put your hands on the bark of the tree,”

“I don’t gotta be told what do do, Doc,” Hooper chuckled. “I’ve done this before,”

Cory’s eyes widened as he saw Hooper tap the bark, another Hooper spawned from the tree; exactly the same minus the real Hooper’s signature chin mole.

“Woah, y-you guys clone Hoop?”

“All the time, Cory,” Hooper said as he touched the bark, an entire man began to grow from it.

“Yeah, The Foundation tends to clone him when they start running low on guards or MTF,” Patience explained. “Especially more experienced soldiers,”

“That… ugh that feels weird,” Cory’s shoulders shot up defensively, a chill going up his spine.

“Eh, a little,” Hooper shrugged. “I see it as a way for the Foundation to honour me for my service,”

“I guess,” Cory mumbled.

“Welp, I’ll be goin’ now; see y’all later,” Hooper said as he walked out of the room, the clone finished being grown and plopped to the floor.

Cory looked lost in both thought and shock for a moment. “So, is General Flooper a Clone?”

“Yeah! Though him and this Hooper Clone won’t last very long. Human clones tend to age rapidly,”

Just as he finished his sentence the Hooper Clone got up from the floor, smacking his lips and yawning as he woke up.

“Jeez, what happened?”

“You fell asleep, Private Doopler,” Patience said as he helped the clone get up. “You’re meant to be guarding the holding cell,”

“Yes sir! I’ll get to it right now!” The man saluted as he marched out of the room as fast as he had been birthed into this world.

“Does… does he know that he’s a clone?” Cory asked, genuine concern in his voice.

“Not at all!” Patience sounded just a bit too excited about that, then again his screechy voice made him sound excited about basically everything. “They all just think they woke up from a bad nap,”

“Oh, do you ever feel bad for them at all?” Cory asked. “Like, I feel kinda dirty knowing that he’s only gonna live for a couple weeks,”

“Kind of, we aren’t technically ending a life,” Patience shrugged. “But I can see why this would be seen as rather… immoral,”

“I guess…” Cory looked down, then looked back up as his mind drifted to something else. “Do you wanna test if Bricky can play Doom?”

“Cory, he has the exact movement capabilities of a person,” Dr. Paitence deadpanned. “Sure, Bricky get over here!”

The short brick man came out, so him and Cory elected to play Doom for the rest of the day.

[milkinawineglass]

Full transparency, I intended for the tree made of flesh to be the fake one. I knew of trees that could produce flesh (certain incidents of 038, The Everything Tree), but not made of flesh itself. I guess I should’ve known better, lol.

“toys that steal your memory” refers to 7081, For Memory’s Sake, though it would be more accurate to say that the toymaker steals your memory (unintentionally).

“hell is for horses” refers to 7441, i fucking hate horses, (yes, that’s the name of the scp) a phenomenon in which the suffering of horses directly correlates to heightened intelligence or knowledge.

[hop-per]

Everything that Everyone is Not Allowed to Do at the Foundation

(Open for additions with your own characters/other people’s characters)

1. Dr. Reed is not allowed to put SCP-513-1 in charge of any of her duties when she is absent.

2. SCP-513-1 is NOT to be referred to as:

- A handyman

- Handsome

- A creepy [EXPLETIVE REDACTED]

3. Dr. Reed may not introduce SCP-513 as “the instant cure for loneliness” to new personnel and attempt to release it from containment.

4. SCP-513 is not and never will be in any kind of “SCP Marching Band” because, even if that did exist, just…no.

5. Dr. Reed is not to convince anyone that SCP-513-1 is taking videos of them in the shower.

6. No matter how many times you may ask, Dr. Reed, we are not giving SCP-513-1 a name other than its designated item number.

- Or SCP-513.

- Or SCP-173.

- Or any other SCP.

7. Dr. Reed is not allowed to introduce SCP-513 to SCP-038 to “give -1 some new friends.”

8. Playing a recording of a bell ringing in a room full of personnel was never funny, not even if you say SCP-513-1 thinks so.

9. SCP-513-1 is not Dr. Reed’s “invisible friend.”

10. Dr. Reed and Dr. Bright are never to come in contact with each other.

- In fact, let’s just make sure they don’t know the other exists.

[phinnsyreads]

Item #: SCP-038

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-038 is to be watered twice per day via overhead mister. Should the mister break for any reason, attendants should water SCP-038 by hand until it has been fixed. Lighting is provided by computer-controlled lighting array. Attendants watering SCP-038 by hand and maintenance personnel fixing mister or lighting should wear hazmat suits to prevent accidental cloning.

Description: SCP-038 was found on an abandoned farm in █████████████, New York, in 19██. It was at first thought to be a common apple tree. However, upon closer inspection, it became apparent that SCP-038 was growing things other than apples and, in fact, other than fruit.

SCP-038 has the ability to clone any object that touches its bark. Objects begin growing almost instantaneously and reach maturity within a matter of minutes. A weight limit of 90.9 kg (200 lb) per object has been recorded. Objects that SCP-038 has thus far cloned include: apples, oranges, watermelons, eggplants, candy bars, snack foods (See Addendum #1), televisions, toasters, laptops, keys (See Addendum #2), chairs, wine, DVDs, CDs (See Addendum #3), cats, dogs, and people.

Human and animal cloning through SCP-038 is not recommended, as they appear to age quickly. The majority of these clones live, on average, two (2) weeks. After thorough examination of the deceased clones, it has been determined that they had begun to ferment before death.

Object is currently held on Site-23 and there are currently no plans to move it.

Addendum #1: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of items from the vending machines. (See Document #338-1)

Addendum #2: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of personal items. (See Document #338-1)

Addendum #3: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of movies and music. (See Document #338-1)

Addendum #4: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of cans of Miller, Budweiser, and Foster's. Dr. Klein has furthermore expressed customary disapproval of the quality of such cloned items. (See Document #338-1b)

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Document #338-1: "I would like to remind all personnel that SCP-038 is not, I repeat, not a toy. It should not be used for cloning car keys, movies, music, or items from the vending machines. If this behavior continues I will be forced to limit access to SCP-038. — Dr. Klein"

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Document #338-2: It has been noted that SCP-038 is able to clone SCP-500 — however, such pills only work 30% of the time, with chance of successful healing dropping as time since cloned increases. In 60% of the cases where the infection is permanent, symptoms of infection remain, though further infection is neutralized.

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SCP-038 Partial Testing Log - select experiments only For full test records and reports, contact affiliated researchers for authorization

Date: 11/08/████ Intent: Confirmation of mass limit: investigation into consequences of exceeding limit. Summary of test results: 400 pound steel ingot made contact with the outer bark of SCP-038. Chamber vacated as a precaution. Cloned ingot grew at typical speed, but growth halted abruptly short of completion. Examination of the end of the aborted facsimile revealed a rough texture superficially resembling miniature-scale tree bark. Item detached from SCP-038 as typical, and was subsequently found to weigh 90.91 kilograms, or almost precisely 200 pounds.

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Date: 11/08/████ Intent: Investigation into duplication of non-biological animate matter. Summary of test results: SCP-173, deemed a suitable test subject because of its lack of verifiable life processes, introduced into containment chamber by Class-D personnel. Contact made with the outer bark of SCP-038, and SCP-173 returned immediately to containment. SCP-173 facsimile began development at typical speed, beginning at point of contact. As consistent with previous results, growth halted at the 200-pound threshold, in this case terminating development after replication of the head, right arm, and partial upper torso. Class-D test subject was ordered to break eye contact with clone. When test subject eventually blinked, no movement was observed in cloned material. Extinguishing and reestablishment of containment chamber light supply revealed no apparent reaction from cloned material. Experiment concluded. During storage of cloned portion of SCP-173, it was observed that the partial facsimile was in fact making violent gestures, at a dramatically slower rate. Movement was shown to continue regardless of state of observation.

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[The voice of Dr. Klein was provided by @lapis-liberalis.]

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[nightwing-scp]

Lewis smiles internally at Doom's question. He remembers the times when he was being interviewed- the official questions were only the beginning. And probably the easiest part.

Meanwhile, Night pings the containment team for SCP-038, an apple tree that could grow and replicate anything- but its original purpose was apples, and that's exactly what it was going to be used for.

"They wouldn't be content anyways- the only ones they want me to kill, or "decommission" or whichever euphemism they choose to use next, are the ones that are impossible to contain and pose a risk to the Foundation or humanity. And I don't think any content being would fall under that description." Night interjects, from her spot in the corner.

Lewis opens a new document that doesn't go directly into her SCP file, and looks up at.. well, nothing. "Oh no, that's not the end, heh. That's just most of what will probably go into the official documentation- the bare necessities, basically."

"So, about the notebook- how exactly do you use it? Is it possible to kill someone with writing their description, or does it have to be their official, formal name? Can it kill in other ways besides just causing heart attacks? And can you gain the lifespan of non-humans when you kill them?"

"...you're not done yet," Night says with a small smirk, deciding to climb up on one of the ceiling beams and sit above them, legs dangling. "Also, what Shinigami do you know, what are they like? ..Shut up Lewis, I can ask questions too," she says, holding up a hand before Lewis had even opened his mouth to object. He had planned to though, not that he was ever going to admit that.

Night’s transcriptions don’t include her laugh, but they do include a note that she added saying insert suspicious sounding laugh (was probably on purpose.)

Lewis finds this interesting- according to Doom, it sounds to him like she was taking advantage of Night’s usage of the notebook on multiple anomalies that were otherwise (near) indestructible. Because if all the lifespans from the things Night’s killed were added to the Shinigami’s own lifespan, then she must be immortal several times over by now.

“So.. Night’s usage of the notebook is basically ‘feeding’ you, in a sense,” he asks, curiously. If this was the case, Ethics might be more inclined to approve anomalies for “decommissioning” using her notebook, as it would have the added bonus of keeping Doom’s ‘hunger’ at bay. Not that she would need to feed anymore if his theory about the anomaly lifespans was correct, anyways.

He decided to reserve further questions about the Shinigami as a whole, until they actually discover other ones, or their notebooks. If they didn’t, then for all the Foundation cared, it wasn’t their business.

“….Yes, actually, there’s around 8 billion humans, that’s how many. Anyways, that’s about all of the basic information done. Anything else Parker needed or…?” Lewis glances at Night, who shakes her head. He looks back at where Doom’s supposed to be, almost waiting to see if she had anything else to say.

[magnificent-monster-mandi]

SCP 038

SCP-038 was found on an abandoned farm in New York, 19██. It was at first thought to be a common apple tree. However, upon closer inspection, it became apparent that SCP-038 was growing things other than apples and, in fact, other than fruit.

SCP-038 has the ability to clone any object that touches its bark. Objects begin growing almost instantaneously and reach maturity within a matter of minutes. A weight limit of 90.9 kg (200 lb) per object has been previously recorded. Objects that SCP-038 has thus far cloned include: apples, oranges, watermelons, eggplants, candy bars, snack foods, televisions, toasters, laptops, keys, chairs, wine, DVDs, CDs, cats, dogs, and people.

Human and animal cloning through SCP-038 is not recommended, as they appear to age quickly. The majority of these clones live, on average, two weeks. After thorough examination of the deceased clones, it has been determined that they had begun to ferment before death.

Object is currently held on Site-23 and there are currently no plans to move it.

Addendum #1: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of items from the vending machines. (See Document #338-1)

Addendum #2: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of personal items.

Addendum #3: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of movies and music.

Addendum #4: Dr. Klein has requested that personnel discontinue the cloning of cans of Miller, Budweiser, and Foster's. Dr. Klein has furthermore expressed customary disapproval of the quality of such cloned items.

Document #338-1: "I would like to remind all personnel that SCP-038 is not, I repeat, not a toy. It should not be used for cloning car keys, movies, music, or items from the vending machines. If this behavior continues I will be forced to limit access to SCP-038.

- Dr. Klein"

Document #338-2: It has been noted that SCP-038 is able to clone SCP-500 — however, such pills only work 30% of the time, with chance of successful healing dropping as time since cloned increases. In 60% of the cases where the infection is permanent, symptoms of infection remain, though further infection is neutralized.

SCP-038 Partial Testing Log - select experiments only

For full test records and reports, contact affiliated researchers for authorization

Date: 11/08/████

Intent: Confirmation of mass limit: investigation into consequences of exceeding limit.

Summary of test results: 400 pound steel ingot made contact with the outer bark of SCP-038. Chamber vacated as a precaution. Cloned ingot grew at typical speed, but growth halted abruptly short of completion. Examination of the end of the aborted facsimile revealed a rough texture superficially resembling miniature-scale tree bark. Item detached from SCP-038 as typical, and was subsequently found to weigh 90.91 kilograms, or almost precisely 200 pounds.

Date: 11/08/████

Intent: Investigation into duplication of non-biological animate matter.

Summary of test results: SCP-173, deemed a suitable test subject because of its lack of verifiable life processes, introduced into containment chamber by Class-D personnel. Contact made with the outer bark of SCP-038, and SCP-173 returned immediately to containment. SCP-173 facsimile began development at typical speed, beginning at point of contact. As consistent with previous results, growth halted at the 200-pound threshold, in this case terminating development after replication of the head, right arm, and partial upper torso. Class-D test subject was ordered to break eye contact with clone. When test subject eventually blinked, no movement was observed in cloned material. Extinguishing and reestablishment of containment chamber light supply revealed no apparent reaction from cloned material. Experiment concluded. During storage of cloned portion of SCP-173, it was observed that the partial facsimile was in fact making violent gestures, at a dramatically slower rate. Movement was shown to continue regardless of state of observation.

Source: scp-wiki.net

[toonandcute0]

Bien gente después de ciertos problemas con mi pc, mis archivos y un viaje les traigo mas de los pocos dibujos que hice para el #SCPTOBER2022 nos vemos ya a fin de mes con los ultimos dibujos que haré para el scptober y espero tambien que con un proyecto especial, gracias por su paciencia y espero les guste. 

#SCPTOBER2022_09

SCP-040-JP Hay un gato

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#SCPTOBER2022_10

Agente Victor Penz

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#SCPTOBER2022_13

SCP-ZH-038  La modelo sin cara 

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[scpspider]

dear god

[trashyswitch]

Logan’s Trip to [REDACTED]

Chapter 3: Logan's Super Eventful Visit

Logan learns about an SCP known as the Voodoo Organ Transplant by none other, than Remus. So, Logan adds that to his list of SCP's to meet and visit.

Logan's choice of SCP's leads to a lot more fun and playfulness rather than serious moments.

Happy Tickletober everyone! Technically, I might be doing the Tickletober days super out of order and...not all of them will be done. So, why not have some fun this October? We kinda deserve some fun after the roller coaster we call 2020. So, I hope you enjoy! This is Tickletober Day 09: Ganged Up On! (AND YES THIS COUNTS BECAUSE IMAGINE THAT SCP DOING THAT TO YOU!)

Logan and Remus were in the imagination, reenacting a surgery scene similar to Surgery Simulator. Only this time, they didn’t have terrible video game mechanics to deal with. Logan was covering all the tools in sterilizing formula and stirring them around to ensure they’re clean.

“Okay. Scalpel.” Remus ordered.

“Marker.” Logan said, giving him a black marker.

Remus took a double take before groaning. “Does it really matter? This is just the imagination. We don’t need to do a perfectly pristine job.” Remus reminded him.

“We can get to the ‘fun’ quicker if we open him up properly. If you show me you can follow the proper instructions for starting a surgery, then I’ll let you do whatever you want with the body.” Logan bribed him.

Upon hearing the ultimate bribe of a lifetime, Remus immediately put his game face on and threw his mask onto his face. “HAND ME THE RULER.” Remus ordered in the most down to earth, replicated lawyer voice he could muster. Logan snickered to himself as he threw a stainless steel ruler into the bowl of formula before giving it to him. Remus very carefully made a straight, dotted line with the marker and gave it back to Logan. “Scalpel...Please.” Remus ordered.

Logan nodded and handed him the very item he asked for. “Scalpel.” Logan repeated.

Remus carefully cut the incision and handed the now bloody knife back to Logan carefully. “Wonderful! You did splendidly.” Logan reacted. “Now...Let all hell break loose!” Logan declared to Remus.

Remus didn’t waste a second. The moment the word ‘Hell’ was spoken, Remus had summoned a chainsaw! Remus revved up the chainsaw, and started dramatically cutting right into the small incision location. It didn’t even take a second for the tiny incision to become overcome with blades and for the entire body to explode with blood and guts absolutely everywhere. Logan covered himself up with his surgery gown while Remus happily allowed the blood to drench his face, chest, legs, and hair. Even his mustache was partly covered in blood! The entire imagination was covered in blood and guts!

Then, Remus pulled out a stapler. “Alright! Let’s staple him up, nurse!” Remus declared. Logan snorted and bursted out laughing! It was like watching a Looney Tunes show! Only, more bloodier! Plus, the entire body was in shreds! How is one supposed to use STAPLES to get this body back together?! It’s physically impossible! That was why Logan was laughing as much as he was.

“Man, that was fun! We should do this more often!” Remus reacted happily.

Logan smiled. “I’d love to! But it might have to wait until after I get back from the SCP Foundation.” Logan told him.

Remus gasped and practically tackled Logan to the ground while the imagination cleaned itself up. “TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT! Is it real?! Are you able to see the Class Keter SCP’s?! TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME!” Remus begged.

Logan giggled awkwardly and straightened his glasses. “Well...I’ve looked at mostly Object Class Safe SCP’s so far.” Logan explained. “I’m not allowed to visit the Keter classes yet because it’s dangerous.” Logan explained.

“Right, right. That makes sense.” Remus replied. “But have you seen SCP-2295 yet?” Remus asked.

Logan nodded. “Yup! He’s incredible! I’ve even given him sewing cloth!” Logan reacted.

Remus squealed. “YAY! What about SCP-897?” Remus asked.

Logan was taken back. “SCP-897? I’ve never heard of it.” Logan replied.

“OH! It’s a person that’s capable of teleporting other people’s organs into himself! The SCP is made up of so many different genetic DNA particles, and the craziest part?” Remus explained. Logan leaned in, clearly fascinated. “He doesn’t suffer from organ rejection in any way! He doesn’t suffer any sickness from organ rejection, let alone death!” Remus reacted.

Logan’s eyes widened. “No way…” Logan reacted.

“This is the 100% honest truth!” Remus told him. “You should consider visiting him! I think recently, SCP-897 had its brain replaced by an agent’s brain. And now, they’re mentally stable and placed as Object Class Safe!” Remus explained.

Logan lifted his eyebrows as he took notes on his arm. This would be a very fascinating SCP to look at…

[AT THE SCP FOUNDATION]

Logan placed his bag inside the usual bedroom cell, and unloaded what he didn’t need from his backpack. He kept the map, his gifts to the SCP’s, a flashlight, and a notebook and pen in his bag so he could take some notes on SCP-897. One of the first things Logan wanted to do was to visit SCP-2295 and give him a few accessories to sew onto itself. Logan followed the map directions as best he could, and quickly reached SCP-2295’s room. Logan, using the correct keycard he’d been given, opened the room door and walked in to see SCP-2295...working on an organ transplant?!

Logan gasped and attempted to close the door and leave the bear alone. But Logan managed to glance at the bear’s eager face as it ran up to him.

Logan reopened the door and waved. “Sorry to interrupt. I wanted to come visit.” Logan explained. But SCP-2295 didn’t seem to care about the unsterile circumstances. SCP-2295 happily pulled Logan over to the person and continued to work on the organ. Logan tilted his head as he observed the organ SCP-2295 was working on: It looked to be a super long tube, made of multiple different fabrics! Logan also looked at the incision, which looked to be a wide H shape across the middle of the belly.

Logan’s eyes widened when he connected the dots: SCP-2295 was making a small intestine!

Logan smiled as he pulled a few more long fabric sheets out of his backpack. SCP-2295 placed the fabric intestine down and waddled itself over to the fabric with glee! Eager to get more fabric to add to its collection, SCP-2295 grabbed some scissors and decided to spread out one of the fabric sheets and use it for the patient’s new small intestine.

“I see you chose an interesting time to see SCP-2295! This researcher has been suffering from complications related to severe Celiac Disease. 2295 must’ve noticed this almost right away because the moment she walked in, 2295 laid her down and put her to sleep.” Dr. ████ explained through the Walkie-Talkie.

Logan pulled his Walkie-Talkie out of his backpack and clicked the speaking button. “That’s incredible!” Logan reacted.

“Yeah! You’re gonna be able to see this bear in action!” Dr. ████ added.

Logan smiled as he put the Walkie-Talkie into his pocket for the time being and continued to watch SCP-2295 add artificial versions of Villi (millimetre-long yarn pieces) inside the new parts of the small intestine before closing it up to make a tube. Finally, SCP-2295 finished the super long small intestine and started replacing. While Logan held the incision open, SCP-2295 cut the end of the small intestine off of the beginning of the large intestine. With the two organs separated, SCP-2295 placed the fabric small interestine end onto the Large Intestine hole and sewed it on successfully. Then, SCP-2295 removed the entire small intestine, and put the new fabric intestine into the large space in the person’s belly spot. The positioning of the intestine looked almost perfectly replicated! How did this simple teddy bear, know how to do this so perfectly?!

After sewing the beginning of the small intestine to the Duodenum, SCP-2295 closed up the incision and covered it with gauze and tape. With the surgery finished, SCP-2295 clapped its bear hands happily and smiled at Logan excitedly!

“Yay! You did it!” Logan said excitedly. SCP-2295 jumped onto Logan’s lap, and hugged Logan as well. When the bear hugged Logan, SCP-2295 started listening to Logan’s heartbeat and replicated the heart beat with its hand. Gently, the bear hand started tapping Logan’s arm to the beat of his heart. Logan smiled and gave the bear a few scratches on the ear. The bear giggled and wiggled around happily and covered its face with Logan’s chest. So, Logan stopped tickling and hugged the bear eagerly. The bear returned the hug with a big smile and even blew Logan a kiss! Logan just about melted from that one.

Logan didn’t spend much longer with it after that. He delivered the SCP a bracelet and a necklace, and enjoyed the reaction for as long as he could. But Logan had to get going. He wanted to visit more SCP’s in a day, so that he could have more SCP’s to visit within the weeks. He wanted to make his hours count, which sadly meant shorter trips with the ones he knew. So, Logan got one last hug goodbye and left the SCP alone to tend to the treated researcher.

Logan’s next trip was going to be with SCP-038. Also known as, “L’Albero Del Tutto”. Whatever that meant, Logan couldn’t tell you. Though, he could say that L’albero sounded close to “Arbre”, meaning ‘tree’ in french. So, Logan assumed it may be a tree of some kind. Logan opened the door with the keycard and smiled as he stared at the SCP: He was right! It WAS a tree!

Logan walked up to the tree and reached his hand out eagerly. But suddenly, the Walkie-Talkie started vibrating in his pocket! Logan pulled it out and clicked the call button. “Hello?” Logan asked.

“I know you weren’t aware of this procedure beforehand, but I order you to put a hazmat suit on when interacting with SCP-038.” Dr. ████ ordered. Logan lifted an eyebrow and turned around to see a yellow hazmat suit hanging on a hanger. Logan sighed. “What will the consequences be if I don’t?” Logan asked just out of curiosity as he removed the suit from the hanger.

“SCP-038 is capable of cloning anything and everything that the bark comes in contact with. It has been known to grow different fruits, as well as candy bars, TV’s, a pair of keys, DVD’s, CD’s, full wine bottles, animals, and lastly: humans.” Dr. ████ explained. Logan’s eyes widened as he looked at the tree in a brand new light. “And that isn’t even everything on the list.” Dr. ████ added. Logan’s jaw dropped before pulling the yellow gloves on. With the suit now on himself, Logan put his Walkie-Talkie onto a ledge nearby and readied himself to approach the SCP. The SCP looked like it was supposed to be a regular apple tree. But weirdly enough, there were oranges and peaches growing alongside the apples! As he walked around, a couple other fruits had shown itself to Logan: a couple vines of grapes, and even a pineapple was growing on it! Not only that, but there were branches with peonies, daffodils, and…

A cherry blossom branch?!

Logan gasped and smiled as he saw a cherry blossom blooming right in front of him for the first time in his life. Logan knelt down and studied the look of the cherry blossom for a little while. It was beautifully grown, and looked very well-kept. Logan made sure to fight his instincts to touch the cherry blossom, for fear that he may ruin it or cause the tree to clone something on top of the cherry blossom. So, Logan enjoyed the view while it was there, before resuming to look around.

It was truly a pretty tree mixed with many types of plant DNA! Who knew that a multi ethical tree like this could exist! Finally, Logan admired another flower that seemed to blooming before him: a multi-layer petaled pink flower was blooming right in front of him! It looked like it might be a Proteas flower. Weren’t those from South Africa?! How did a South African exotic flower end up in the locked up containment building that was the SCP Foundation?!

Logan decided to place the question aside and instead, focus on maybe getting himself a fruit. He walked away and grabbed his Walkie-Talkie from the ledge. “Hey Dr. ████...Would I be allowed to grab a fruit for myself?” Logan asked.

“Oh! Wait...Really? You want to try a fruit from L’Albero Del Tutto?!” Dr. ████ reacted.

“Well...Yeah! I wanna try a peach if I can.” Logan explained.

“Alright. You can grab a fruit from the tree. Just make sure you don’t touch the bark. Okay?” Dr. ████ ordered.

“Roger.” Logan replied before putting the Walkie-Talkie onto the ledge again. Logan decided to go for a plump peach that wasn’t very far down from him. Logan reached his fingers up, and gently tugged the peach off of the tree. The peach seemed to come off pretty easily, and the branch bounced back gently when the peach released from the tree branch. Logan smiled at a job well done, and walked towards the exit.

When Logan got himself out of the room with his Walkie-Talkie and his peach, Logan took off the Hazmat suit and draped it over an office chair that was nearby. “Thank you, Dr. ████. That was unbelievable! The apple tree was growing a branch of cherry blossoms!” Logan reacted.

“Yeah, I found that out myself a few days ago.” Dr. ████ told him.

“Alright. I’m off to see SCP-4743.” Logan told the Doctor.

“Haha! You’re gonna love that SCP! Though, beware if your ears are sensitive to balloon squeaking sounds.” Dr. ████ encouraged.

Logan smiled. “Roger that.” Logan replied.

Logan used his map to find his way towards the door. He had to go up a couple flights, but he did end up finding it after about 15 minutes or so. Logan let his eyes fall onto the door with the label on the top that read “SCP-4743” on the frame. The nerd smiled for a moment as he pulled out his key card, and inserted it into the card slot. When the light flashed green, the door unlocked as Logan removed his keyard and pushed it into his shirt pocket. Logan opened up the door and was introduced to thousands upon thousands of balloons all in a few different clusters. Logan’s eyes widened and a big happy smile filled his face as he let the door close behind him. They were all kinds of different colors of balloons! They were pretty colors, bright colors, darker colors, and even super light pastel colors!

Logan put his hand up and awkwardly waved. “Hi!” Logan greeted.

Suddenly, a HUGE bundle of balloons came charging at him. Logan squeaked and cowered at first, but quickly uncurled himself when he felt himself being snuggled by 50 or more balloons all at once. Logan started to giggle and push them aside playfully, only for more balloons to come snuggle him! Not only that, but a big bunch of balloons started to lift Logan up with excitement! Logan squeaked in nervousness, but bursted out laughing as Logan was both snuggled and tickled by the dozens of balloons.

“Hohohow ahare yohohohou dohohoing thihihis?! Yohohou’re bahalloohohohons!” Logan asked.

A few of the balloons started rubbing at Logan’s feet, and a couple other balloons also went for Logan’s neck! Logan bursted out laughing even more and squirmed around in the silly touches. “HAHAHAHAHA! IHIHITS SOHOHO TIHIHICKLYYHYHYHYHY!” Logan reacted.

“Yeah, they tend to do that a lot.” The Walkie-Talkie speaker spoke. Noticing the Walkie-Talkie’s sound, a couple balloons seemed to grow pseudopods and grabbed the Walkie-Talkie out of his pocket. “Uh oh! SCP-4743, let go of the Walkie-Talkie! That’s an order!” Dr. ████ ordered through the Walkie-Talkie. The balloons ended up letting go of the Walkie-Talkie as they were ordered. But, the doctor should’ve thought about what he had said because the Walkie-Talkie ended up getting caught by another collection of balloons that floated a good 3 metres away from Logan. While the Walkie-Talkie was rendered useless, Logan’s whole body ended up getting overwhelmed by ticklish sensations from balloons of all things!

“EHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH!” Logan laughed his head off.

The balloons seemed to catch onto just how ticklish Logan was, because the tickling balloons quickly retreated to let the man breath. Logan’s laughter slowly turned into giggles as he curled into a little ball. With Logan all curled up and giddy, a bunch of the balloons started cuddling him. “Yohohou guys suhuhure ahare playfuhul.” Logan reacted with a bit of a giddiness still effecting him.

The balloons decided to raise Logan up more, and show him just what it’s like floating atop a bunch of balloons. Logan held onto a couple of the balloons in nervousness, but let them take him up despite the nervousness. The balloons lifted him up to the very high roof, and showed the man the look of all the colorful balloons at the bottom of the containment room. Logan smiled and allowed his legs to dangle off the edge of the balloons as he gazed upon the endless layers of colors. But quickly, Logan felt himself get pushed bit by bit off the edge of the floating balloons!

“Wait, WHAT?! NO! I DON’T WANNA JUMP! IT’S TOO FAR-” But Logan interrupted his protests with his own screams of fear. As Logan fell, the balloons blocked his falling path and caused them to collide with his middle and shoulders. Logan covered his eyes and braced for either a painful impact on the ground, or a balloon-popping tackle onto the balloon layers.

But to Logan’s surprise...there was no quick splat. There was no balloon popping sounds. All Logan could feel...was floating! Just floating! He felt light! He could even say he felt lighter than a balloon! It was nuts! Logan opened his eyes and let out a breath of relief when he realized the balloons were carrying him. It was incredible! The balloons actually managed to catch him! But HOW?! They’re regular balloons! Aren’t they?!

“Wow! That was unbelievable!” something spoke. Logan turned around, and smiled as his eyes fell upon the Walkie-Talkie that was stolen from him for that half an hour. Logan took back his Walkie-Talkie and clicked the speaking button. “That...was both breathtaking, and anxiety-inducing.” Logan told the person.

“Well, I assumed that. It was anxiety-inducing for me just WATCHING you!” Dr. ████ reacted. “But now that they’ve proved you can trust them...How do you feel?” Dr. ████ asked.

Logan looked to the security camera and gave it a big toothy smile. “I feel as light as a cloud.” Logan told him. “Look! I can kick my legs! That’s how high up I am!” Logan added, giggling as he swung his legs around underneath the heap of balloons.

The balloons must have heard Logan’s giggles in happiness, because the balloons quickly started smothering Logan’s body. Logan threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut as more laughter left his lungs. “COHOHOME OHOHOHON! WHYYHY AHAHAGAHAHAHAHAIN?!” Logan asked, wiggling around and falling backwards. As soon as Logan took on the laying position, the balloons smothered his body more and continued to tickle attack him with their pseudopods against his ticklish spots. “IHIHIHI’M TOHOHOHOO TIHIHICKLIHIHISH FOHOHOR THIHIHIHIHIS!” Logan yelled out loud.

But the moment a balloon’s pseudopod found Logan’s belly, it was all over. Logan started kicking his legs and cackling like a maniac. If the balloons were killing him, they were certainly reaching success!

But thankfully for the nerd, the balloons were not trying to kill him. They were simply trying to make the man laugh after a somewhat unnecessary anxiety peak. It was the entire balloon squad’s way of saying “I’m sorry Mr. Stranger with glasses for scaring you. I hope you can trust us now”.

And Logan didn’t mind being scared. That was now behind him. Now, Logan can focus on being tickled and cuddled by balloons while floating on them too.

[EVENTUALLY]

Logan removed the keycard from the slot and knocked on the door before opening it.

“Come in.” The person spoke. Logan nodded and walked in with his backpack on his body and a Walkie-Talkie in his body. “Hello. My name is Logan Sanders. I’m a regular visitor in the SCP Foundation, and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Logan greeted, holding out his hand. The SCP smiled and gave him a handshake. Logan sat down and started to unzip his backpack. “To start off, I would like to offer you a gift, if that’s okay with you.” Logan explained.

SCP-897 gasped and put their hands together. “I’d love a gift!” the SCP reacted happily. The SCP looked to have the face, voice and temperament of a woman, but Logan was not entirely sure if the SCP really was a woman, a man or non-binary.

But Logan focused on giving the SCP their gift first. Logan handed them a gift-wrapped box. The SCP happily took the wrapped box, ripped it open and opened the box’s lid. They gasped. “Awwww! It’s so CUTE!” SCP-897 reacted. Logan smiled and felt a bit of warmth in his heart from seeing such a genuine reaction. The gift was a large sized Beanie Boo penguin with big, glittery blue eyes. “I think I’m gonna name you...Tuxy!” The SCP decided eagerly. Logan giggled in genuine amusement. “What? It’s short for tuxedo. It looks like he’s wearing a tuxedo! Doesn’t it?” The SCP asked, turning the penguin to face Logan and bringing it closer so he can see.

Logan just laughed more and nodded. “Yehes! It does!” Logan replied.

The SCP smiled proudly. “Tuxy the Penguin.” The SCP announced before placing Tuxy on top of their bed. Logan smiled as she walked up to a record player. “Do you like music?” SCP-897 asked.

Logan nodded in reply. “Yes! I love music!” Logan replied. “Got any preferences?” Logan asked.

“Ooooh! How about some Frank Sinatra?” SCP-897 asked. Logan smiled and stood up as she put a record into the record player. Quickly, the song Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra started to play.

SCP-897 grabbed Logan’s hand and started swaying with the man. Logan swayed along with her, as Sinatra started to sing the lyrics. Logan and 897 spun around the room, and started dancing fast-paced as well. 897 smiled and giggled as Logan spun her around. “You’re a really good dancer! I’m impressed!” 897 told him.

“Thank you. You’re pretty good yourself.” Logan added.

The duo danced around within the containment room and showed off their swinging abilities. Logan was surprisingly really good at dancing, and even managed to dip the woman without any issue. Logan and 897 stayed like that for a moment as the song ended. Logan lifted an eyebrow as he realized something odd. “Huh...I don’t think I ever realized just how short this song is.” Logan reacted.

“You wanna move onto That’s Life?” SCP-897 asked.

Logan smiled. “I’d love to!” Logan replied.

With a switch of the record, the two were dancing yet again. Logan didn’t really get to learn about SCP-897’s ability to use transportation to transplant organs.

But, he did get to learn SCP-897’s lung capacity and their dancing abilities. And that was just as worth it.

[xhtns8192-blog]

SCP-038

[riotlain]

Slashers listening to you talk about SCPs

Poly Ghostface

Invested

“What happened to the guards?!!!????”

One eye open when they sleep

*Starts making references*

“Thats why youre built like SCP 3288”

Jason Vorhees

W- what??????

Horrified

THOSE EXIST??!

Please reassure him that they dont exist

Stays in the back of his mind

Now scared of letting you out in the forest for a bit

‘What if we see SCP 038??’ “Jason that one isnt really dangerous though-“

Can and will protect you from SCPs

even if they dont exist

Michael Myers

Ok??

Have you heard of SCP shut the fuck up-

Doesnt care that much

Depends on his mood

If hes in a good mood then sure he’ll listen to these stories

If hes in a bad mood he’ll walk away

Bubba Saywer

Also terrified

One eye open

It isnt real is it??

Still paranoid

Hug him

comfort him

Please

[finiffy]

(Direct sequel to this: https://finiffy.tumblr.com/post/663168404855963648/it-was-dark-in-the-tunnels-under-the-site-if but back with Fowl!)

Fowl continued to pace through the halls, hands on her gun. Shit, the D-Class were completely missing, and so was Yvels! Oh, she swore, the first D-Class she found would have her hands around their throat for taking Yvels.

Still, she tried to remain calm as best she could, taking in a few deep breaths. Stepping forward around the corner, she froze, and cocked her gun.

She could hear breathing from far down the hall, where the lights were out and she couldn't see anyone.

"Hello? Anyone there?" Someone from the halls said.

Yvels.... Yvels! Fowl almost jumped for joy, but then hesitated. Something felt.... off. Artificial. Like putting text into a text to speech program and playing it back. She continued to listen, hand on the trigger of her gun as she stepped back behind the corner, hoping she wasn't seen as she did a mental check of what scps were loose. Hmm, the standard fare.... 173, 072, 038... 682 on one of the lower levels if she wasn't wrong... what else?

Yvels (?) continued. "Hello? Fowl, is that you? Fowl? Fow-" the voice abruptly cut off into muffled screaming, as though someone was trying to cry for help with someone else's hand over their mouth. The screaming slowly died down, quietening as through the screamer had gradually lost consciousness.

Fowl's eyes widened as she realized two things. One, she already knew Yvels had been kidnapped by the D-Class personnel, but now she knew that they had gone this way, and that she was on the right track.

Two, the bad news.

She recalled the intercom alert earlier in the breach stating that there was at least one 939 on the loose, with one of them being right in front of her.

She had to get past it somehow and catch up with Yvels and the others. Fast. One other thing plagued her mind, however.

The site kept two 939s in containment. If this one was here....

Where was the other one?

Once again your writing is my favorite thing to see in my inbox

[aloeveraspeaks]

Student News #3

This is a very special broadcast because the story here is juicy. We had an anonymous source tell us what house Ko has been up to for the past day. They’re apparently doing crimes left and right, “illegal weapons, illegal pets and many more, but then we started expanding.” Said our source. They turned one of the dorms into a church, “a church of the orange slime” They have a shrine of VSCO Jay and Banana Jay wearing a pink thong. Recently they added a Clise shrine to “Balance our stupidity.” They have decided to make sacrifices for their shrines, choosing to kill “Bigots and Queerphobes as our human sacrifice.” They needed a place to operate but “The dorm is still too small.”

                So the group began an underground scheme, a basement where they keep all their sacrifices. The kitchen is also in the basement thanks to the fire incident. They then made a petting zoo with their illegal pets. One of their members claimed that they have SCP 131 and SCP 999. “And then we go crazy” our source claims, “until we’ve branded ourselves SCP-8479 The Ko House.” They wanted to give Clell a room but they forgot they already had a room. So, they realized they have “one collective brain cell.” So they steal some from science room 1… somehow.

                “We have a saying.” Claims out source, “’Jay stole out brain cell so now we are here’ and we aspire to take it back from jay by infiltrating the office and rummaging through everything.” They actually found the brain cell of two of their members then proceed to lose them. They also claim to have 2 more SCPs, 038 and the vending machine SCP. Because they needed to clone more brain cells and “we needed to have more bleaches.”

After that, they discovered the Lee house had stolen SCP 131 and waged war. From there they’ve had people try to raid their house and Mynnteck has “been infected by toaster SCP”. All I can say is that this story has been quite a wild ride.

                We’ll be back later with more news relating to the supposed brownie ring.