#task: 049

[hammerclamour]

Akage animation with SCP buddies bleh

[dzthenerd490]

File: Tommy Taffy

SCP#: AFJ

Code Name: Tommy Taffy is here to help ;-)

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AFJ has been contain at Site-AD, his body has been wrapped by the immortal never rotting skin of Mobile Task Force Tau-5 "Samsara" members including Dr. [data expunged]. Doing this has ensured that SCP-AFJ will never escape containment again. Testing has not and will never be approved due to fear of allowing SCP-AFJ to escape and attack more civilians. 

Description: SCP-AFJ is an anomalous humanoid seemingly of Caucasian ethnicity with short blond hair and blue eyes. Upon first sighting it is quite obvious that SCP-AFJ is made of plastic and has a handsome yet sinister face and smile. SCP-AFJ is immortal on all aspects, though his body can be destroyed it will always regenerate even form complete body incineration. SCP-AFJ has great strength able to lift a grown man with a single hand and can burst through hard wood doors with minimal effort. Bullets do nothing to SCP-AFJ, not even being able to slow him down, he is truly an unstoppable force. 

Furthermore SCP-AFJ has a "Schrodinger's cat" type of ability allowing him to disappear and reappear anywhere when not being seen. There are times where he can be at two places at once, though he is not able to copy himself beyond that. There is always only one SCP-AFJ in existence even when it seems like there is two. How this works is not well understood, theories have ranged from temporal abilities to simply hallucinations. Unfortunately, it is for this reason that testing is forbidden yet without testing we are unable to see how far this anomalous ability can go. A frustrating loop to say the least. 

SCP-AFJ for whatever reason regularly invades the suburban area of [data expunged] forcing families of the area to have him live with them and do whatever he says. SCP-AFJ often acts as a guide for the family and tells them to do whatever he thinks is necessary. If anyone disobeys him, they will be beaten or a family member of theirs will be beaten. Because SCP-AFJ is immortal he will always come back so no matter what the civilians do he WILL get what he wants or kill someone else first. SCP-AFJ is extremely sadistic seeming to only come to this suburban area to torment the locals especially their children, he very much enjoys telling them to do things and forcing them to obey through the fear of what he will do if they don't. 

SCP-AFJ was discovered in 1988 when a child called the police saying that a scary man named tommy was living in his house. The child quickly went silent and a strange, yet calm voice got on the phone telling the police everything was alright and that his son was just exaggerating. Before SCP-AFJ hung up the same child was heard screaming for a split second before the call ended. The Telecommunications Monitoring Office recorded the call and gave orders to the sherif to have all units investigating the incident to stand down. 

Foundation agents disguised as Police officers went to the area and investigated for anomalous activity. They immediately encountered SCP-AFJ thought were unable to contain him due to his anomalous effects. Please see Addendum X-40 for details.

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Addendum X-40

The following is a recorded encounter with SCP-AFJ as Foundation agents tried to get into one of the apartments of the suburbs where the anomaly occupied. 

Begin Recording

FA3: Hello? Is anyone in there?

Banging can be heard form agents knocking on the door. Soon the sound of the door opening can be heard. 

Civilians: Uh? Yes, can I help you?

FA4: Good evening, ma'am. We were wondering if you have a young boy here. We believe he had made call to our department for help.

Civilian: O- Oh! That, yes uh... Well, I do apologize but as the boy's father already said that was just a prank call.

FA3: That may be true, but it also may be true that your son is being abused by your husband.

FA4: Ma'am for your safety and the safety of your son we need to investigate the house. 

The woman looks at the two agents in confusion then to the neighbors in fear, one of the agents turn to look where she is looking and see's the door quickly close. It is believed it was SCP-AFJ threatening the woman to keep them out of the house. The agents are rightfully suspicious of this and call on their radio. 

FA3: ... I need an agent at that house over there.

Civilian: No! You can't go in there!

FA4: Why?

Civilian: Uh... I uh... Those are my neighbors and their very sick, please they don't need anyone bothering them right now. 

FA3: I'm going to have to insist we have that house investigated, in the meantime you need to let us in your house to investigate. 

Civilian: I uh... I know the law! Without a warrant you can't force your way in here!

FA4: Ma'am we have reason to believe your child is being abused if you refuse to let us in then we will arrest you. Then we'll have to come in while your child is scared, confused, and without his mother. Is that what you want?

FA3: You see ma'am we don't need a warrant when we have suspicious of a crime taking place and your being very suspicious. 

Civilian: ... Please... Please I am begging you, just go away.

FA4: Alright, that's it, cop play is over, get the fuck out of the way! 

Civilian: NO! 

The woman tried to slam the door, but Agent 4 pushed it open with his strength making her fall to the ground. Upon entering inside there was SCP-AFJ with an extremely furious frown on his face.

FA4: What the fuck?! Who the hell are you?

Civilian: Please! I'm sorry! I can make them go away! 

SCP-AFJ: No, you've done enough [data expunged], it's time for the man of the house to take care of business. But after I'm done, I'll need you to put a hot iron on your face. Okay?

FA4: Hey! I'm talking to you, asshole! Who the fu-

SCP-AFJ slapped Agent 4 so hard his head ripped off sending it flying into the living room of the house. 

FA3: HOLY SHIT! 

Agent 3 started firing at SCP-AFJ but he smiled and laughed as the bullets hit through his body and he just walked closer. Agent 3 then looked back to the other house seeing Agent 1's mangled corpse thrown into the street. SCP-AFJ then walks out of the house holding Agent 2 by the neck before snapping it. Agent 3 looks back to the van they drove in and ran too it.

FA3: Send the data! Send it now-!

A second before Agent 3 could finish talking he was grabbed form the back by SCP-AFJ and his head was torn off. The agents inside the van quickly started a link to the Foundation command and sent all recorded data while livestreaming any recent data. One of the agents then went to the front of the van to start it and get them out of there. Suddenly SCP-AFJ showed up in the passenger's seat, grabbed the seat belt of the drives seat, and used it to strangle the agent. He then suddenly appeared behind the two remaining agents within the van and bashed their heads into the computers until they died. 

SCP-AFJ: ... I know someone is listening. So, listen well... Stay the hell away. Whoever you are, you can't stop me. I'm unstoppable and I'll always come back no matter what. Hehehe, you might think I'm a serial killer, a terrorist, or something worse. No, I'm just tommy, and these people need me. I'm not leaving until they get what they need. 

Recording Ends

***

Because of the overwhelming threat of the anomaly and the predicted loss of life, Mobile Task Force Tau-5 was deployed immediately. They weren't given specialized gear and weapons for overwhelming killing efficiency and defense like normal missions. Instead, their standard automatic arms cannons with tracker rounds and harpoon guns to ensure they could grab SCP-AFJ and never let him go.

SCP-AFJ was spotted almost immediately and captured by MTF Tau-5 however he threatened the locals that if they allowed Tau-5 to take him away, he would come back and torture them all worse than before. The local civilians grabbed gardening tools and weapons to attack the agents, but their skin was too tough and the few wounds they got regenerated extremely fast. In the end SCP-AFJ was considered caught and after the civilians gave up, Tau-5 sent him to sent to Site-AD. 

It was concluded that the only reason they caught SCP-AFJ was because of their natural immunity to nearly all anomalous items and organism. This was quite easy to tell as Agent Irantu was holding SCP-AFJ in his arms like a hug and that alone left SCP-AFJ powerless, the entire time. As such Mobile Task Force Tau-5 was skinned and said skin was used to wrap around SCP-AFJ's body to keep him in place and never be able to leave the Foundation. Dr. [Data Expunged] also volunteered his skin and with the help of Dr. Haselhurst they were able to make the perfect containment cell to ensure SCP-AFJ never gets out. 

The civilians at the suburban area were later given medical aid and Foundation compensation money. Granted they all interfered with the containment of an anomaly, but not only did they fail but they did so out of fear, so the Foundation saw no reason to punish them. Furthermore, they all agreed that if they ever tried to talk no one would believe them so the swore to the Foundation to never discuss the incident ever again.

"It is imperative that SCP-AFJ never leaves it's containment. We still don't know why but it is drawn to that area vigorously. Even if there was a small tear in that bag of skin it will allow SCP-AFJ to teleport right back to the area. Then he'll kill everyone in that place. I must wonder as to why the O5 would want to keep him alive considering he's practically worthless. We can't extract DNA, can't do testing, instead we're just wasting valuable resources on keeping him contained. I know it would make us no better than the GOC the O5 seem to hate so much, but I still say it would be better to annihilate this SCP-AFJ. At the very least so doctors like me can focus on more worthwhile research." -Dr. Haselhurst.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[polo-drone-084]

The Golden Pups Practice

Grayden, the Head Mascot of the Golden Army, had an interesting task ahead of him. It was one he hadn't tried before. Pup Handler 049 was out for the week, dealing with some other obligations. He had to watch over the occasionally unruly Golden & Polo Pups.

Grayden, was one of the pups as well, when he wasn't in charge. He remembered before Handler 049 left he said, "Vysor be a good bouieee and watch the pack for me while I'm busy."

Vysor (Grayden) couldn't deny a request from Handler 049, especially after he called him a good bouieees (good boy).

Grayden called a pack meeting with the other nine current pups in the pack. He wanted to get them ready for the upcoming Hockey match against the Pachy Pack. Unfortunately since it was an away game the pups couldn't be out being their overly energetic selves in the stadium. They could sit and cheer with Captain Brody and Handler 049 if they were good, well behaved pups but they wouldn't be able to get up to their normal antics during games. Doing things like licking willing fans faces, distributing Golden Army merch, and running around the stadium being silly.

Grayden knew a few pup members had other important roles during the Hockey match.

Chevy, Rocky (Herc/Scott), Max (Matthew), Ace (Leander), Buzz (Maximus), Spike (Trevor), and himself were all pups in the pack who would have be non pups for the match. Leaving Luky (Carlos), Milo (Alex), and Kai (Grant) on the sidelines if they weren't drafted to the Hockey team's reserve lines.

Grayden stood before the pups, "Pups, I know you prefer playing with balls and bones. Today though we're going to play with sticks and pucks. You're going to help make sure we do our best on Friday. We have a rival pack to beat. But they aren't fun pups, they're stinky elephants."

Growls could be heard from Ace (Leander) and Rocky (Herc/Scott), both had strong feelings about their opponents. Grayden did as well, but he didn't show it.

"Okay pups get changed and meet me back here in 30 minutes. We're going to make sure Chevy, Rocky, Max, and Vysor work on their teamwork and shots for the match as good hockey pups. You other pups are gonna help too."

The pups practiced for hours, for some reason most of them wanted to be shirtless during practice. Some of their bodies even had a golden glow to them, likely due to the Golden God influence seeping out through a determined Grayden, Herc, and Chevy.

Each pup practiced their shots, passes, blocks, and more. Grayden was quite pleased at how well behaved and determined the pups were. They may not be able to be pups during the match, unless they were well behaved on the sidelines, but Grayden knew the pack's bond grew with that practice.

He also knew Herc, Chevy, Max, and himself would do their best to make their fellow packmates proud during the match. But Leander (Pup Ace), Maximus (Pup Buzz), and Trevor (Pup Spike) would be busy being the costumed mascots and head waterboy during the match. Their cheers and support would be helping to boost the team to victory. Alex (Pup Milo) also knew how to cheer on the crowd and he knew Luky (Carlos) and Pup Kai (Grant) would be cheering for them as well. Grayden knew the pack would make him and Handler 049 proud.

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Author's Note:

Just to clarify who everyone is

PDU-084/Grayden is also Pup Vysor.

Herc @goldenherc9 is Pup Rocky

Chevy @chevy-gold is Pup Chevy

Matthew @matthewgold-32 is Pup Max

Maximus/PDU-070 @polo-drone-070 is also Pup Buzz

Trevor @trevorgold52 is also Pup Spike

Leander @leander-gold-88 is Pup Ace

Alex/PDU-151 @polo-drone-151 is Pup Milo

Carlos @lukypuppy is Pup Luky

Grant @grant-gold43 is Pup Kai

Handler PDU-049/Ambrose @polo-drone-049

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Join the Golden Army by contacting one of our recruiters, @goldenherc9 @brodygold or @polo-drone-001

[wolveria]

What kind of love language do you think Leahy would have? Or 049? 035?

I'm obsessed with your writing😭

Oh my favorite little man who is capable of great atrocity. Well, two of them. 049 did nothing wrong (I will simply wash the blood off his hands <3)

049's love language is the most obvious, even if it's reserved. He wants to spend as much time in your company as possible, whether together or concentrated on different tasks and projects. Knowing he can look over and see you there is enough to make him happy. He will also give you little gifts when he can, either things he's drawn or curious trinkets he's found. Anything that will make you smile in delight. And after being alone for centuries, he's hungry for any small touches he can have.

035's love language is more violent. Not that he's violent with you, he's just... not used to being gentle, except when he's using it as a manipulation tactic. But you know him too well for that to work, so he has to find genuine ways to show his affection. He does it best when he's not trying, and it happens naturally. Maybe he tries to cheer you up after a hard day, or he comforts you when you wake from a nightmare. He often hides his feelings with sarcasm, biting words, and sharp teasing, but once in a while, he lets something real slip through. When they do happen, those moments are special.

Leahy is the most difficult to read. At the beginning, he seemed to hate you, or at least tolerate your presence with a disdain he made quite clear. Getting to the stage where he likes you would be a long, arduous journey, and displaying things like love is an alien concept to him. He's never had something like that before; his parents brought him into existence and kept him alive, and his ex-wife mistook his charm and good looks for someone with compassion and a moral compass. He has no use for either. So, Leahy's love language would be fairly non-existent, at least on the surface. But you would recognize it in the way he would make sure you have everything you need, and that no one would ever hurt you.

[3grey-morals5]

vent(?)asf also poll at the end if u read it

am i the only one that has VERY specific interests inside of scp but also isn't very connected to the lore of said interests?

Like, first off I am extremely specific with the things I like and don't know alot of the BROAD info. For example I'm been obsessed with 035,049, and alagadda for the last 4 years or so, and newly fixated on sarkicism, but that's kinda it. Like if you asked me anything abt the mtf groups or the researchers i couldn't give you anything just bc I haven't looked into them and haven't really planned to. I know I SHOULD learn absolutely everything I can about every topic, but it's a very daunting task. Scp is huge. Am I being a fake fan or poser just because I cant understand alot of info on different aspects in scp? I want to, it's just scary.

second, even with the things I DO like (I'll use sarkicism and alagadda as an example, only because I'm somewhat happy on the knowledge I have on 035 and 049) I still don't know as much as other people into it. Am I even allowed to say I like alagadda if I haven't read all the tales and know the entire lore? Am I able to say I like sarkicism and post about it if I haven't even started reading En Memoria Adytumn(?) And get most of my info from what others say (I have read both tales - to my knowledge- containing derdekeas, so he's an exception ig). I don't want to be a fraud. I love my headcanons and making new stories out of stuff I know for my own universe, but I'm starting to think that they're moving me back in my "studies" of scp

All in all, I'm worried. I've felt like this for the whole 5 years I've been in this community, and it's never really gone away no matter how much I assure myself that it's okay to not know everything. I don't want to let anyone down or disappoint, I want to be the "ideal fan" of the scp universe that knows almost everything but I'm just not. I have barely anything to show for the time I've been obsessed with it, and it's embarrassing. Tbh i dont feel comfortable calling it a special intrest of mine anymore just bc from what ive heard, a special intrest is something youll learn anything about and are expertly versed on. I want so badly to learn everything I can, bit there's a lack of spark to do so. I think my pessimism is holding me back and I don't know how to break free. It sucks ass.

Anyways, thanks for making it this far. Just something I had to get off my chest. If you have any insights or opinions, please vote on what I should do. I think it would give me the push I need to get set on a decision and

[jekyll-doodles]

For your emoji ask 🎨Palette- for your wakey wakey au lords + 049?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

[ Sometimes – not all the time – I’ll peek in. Just to see how things are going, just to check in with their progress. This time. in particular, my observations involved a simple “draw something” exercise. I think it was a part of a psych evaluation. Each was individually tasked with simply drawing something, each provided with a pencil and paper to do so.]

[ SCP-049, now more himself, was first. Lambert was hesitant to hold the pencil, as if he would snap it in half by mere touch. However, after giving it some thought, he sketched out a few images of herbs and flowers. Crosshatched them too in the process. They reminded me of the diagrams in his old book, though lacking the labeling and columns of information that accompanied those. The researcher seemed unsurprised by this result.]

[ Nigredo questioned them, “what, exactly?” But was left with an open answer. So, perhaps somewhat spitefully, he drew “whatever he wanted” and attempted to draw the researcher administering the test. It was decent – for a man who occasionally doodled in the margins of his journals. Although, I don't think the researcher found it as funny as I do. Nigredo was pleased with himself though, especially after the researcher caught themself from uttering “that’s not what I meant” in retort.]

[ Rubedo, too, paused to consider what his subject should be. Then delved into a quick, light sketching, before lining it proper. Two smiling figures, a mother and daughter. The first holding the latter close. It was soft, the lines curved and weighted. It seemed to bring him peace. Afterwards, he was, of course, questioned about it. At least now, it didn’t hurt so much to talk about.]

[ Citrinitas drew a horse. The man drew a horse – a side view and a front facing head – from memory. I'm not sure where he even learned to do that. He remarked it had been one of his older horses he’d kept, and probably the only thing he could depict well. Still. What the hell. Even the researcher was somewhat impressed by it.]

[ Albedo was last. When asked to draw something, they thought for a moment before writing the letters “S C P'' on their page in an elegant font. Ah, an example of their calligraphy practice. Followed by little illuminations: the logo incorporated, swirls and twisting shapes. Simple, clean, yet quite lovely – oooh, little figures too! Other anomalies, I think, that they’ve either seen or heard about : something reptilian, a half-cat, a smiling blob, a little girl, and a ghost– …Uh oh.]

[nyrobnua8983]

Object's reaction to Y/N [1/2]

I use humanization in my works. If someone doesn’t like that, I kindly ask you to leave and wait for reactions to the Doctors.

SCP-049 (Plague Doctor)

Day after day, you worked at the Foundation after the incident at your old site. At times, it was sad to lose everything so suddenly, but there was no way to change it. Initially, you underwent psychiatric evaluations, and when the administration deemed you stable, you were assigned to work with anomalies. Your duties included monitoring their condition, conducting interviews, and sometimes performing experiments.When you were handed all the documents, you decided to study each subject gradually, starting with Plague Doctor SCP-049.Entering the standard reinforced containment cell, you saw a figure about 190 cm tall, dressed in 17th-century plague doctor attire. It sat in handcuffs, waiting for something.Hearing the door open, its head turned, and it asked with interest:

— Where is Doctor Raim [DATA EXPUNGED]?

— Unfortunately, SCP-049, he will no longer be conducting interviews or gathering information. That task now falls to me, — you said quietly, adjusting the sleeves of your white lab coat to ensure no skin was exposed.

— Well then, introduce yourself.

— Doctor Y/N Surname, — you replied.— Get to work, Doctor Y/N, — one of the assistants behind the large observation window called out, monitoring the interaction and occasionally guiding you. Security personnel stood on both sides, closely watching the subject.

— Very well. SCP-049, you've heard my name, so let’s begin.Taking out the document sheet, you started reading, and time passed quickly.

Opinion:— They never explained why my previous doctor, Raim, didn’t come this time or why he wouldn’t be working with me anymore. They simply said, "For health reasons." I was, of course, curious, but Doctor Y/N didn't seem to know the answer either. Poor girl, I’ve heard what happened at her old site. I feel sympathy for her, though it’s best not to show weakness in the Foundation.

SCP-035 (Mask of Possession)

(In my humanization, SCP-035 is a blue-eyed blond, 186 cm tall.) Perhaps this is the most unpredictable entity for you, since from this blond you can expect flirtation one moment and find yourself lying dead under a table the next. After hearing the rumors and reading the information on "Safe Communication," you had no desire to visit him, even though his face was quite attractive.The gray corridors led you to the interrogation chamber. The only protection you had at the moment was the gun issued to all Foundation employees, especially those working with Keter-class entities. The guards wouldn’t be able to enter if something went wrong, as the room locked from the outside, so relying on them was pointless.Stepping quickly into the interrogation room, you saw the blond already waiting, a smile on his face. He must have been informed that a new person would be questioning him.

— Oh, if only I had known that such a lady would be questioning me today, I would have prepared for the arrival of an angel.The entity flashed a bright grin and leaned back, studying your face with amusement.

— I was warned about such behavior, so I am prepared to hear it. But it would be better if we finished quickly so I can move on.

— Oh, come now, Doctor Y/N, how could I possibly let such a lady leave so soon? — the blond theatrically asked, sitting up straight and attempting to take your hand.

— Especially without leaving her with a good first impression of me?There was a spark in his eyes, as if you were his next prey, and it wouldn’t take much for him to drive you to the same fate as the other doctors before you. Reacting quickly, you pulled out your gun, shot the entity’s hand, and fled before the interrogation could even begin, leaving him in that state.

Opinion:

— Too skittish. As soon as I tried to take her hand, she freaked out. It’s not like I’m the Plague Doctor—I wouldn’t kill her with a single touch. Otherwise, nothing interesting. Just another scientist with a tragic past! Ha ha ha!

SCP-999 (Tickle Monster)

(In this situation, he appears as a five-year-old boy with bright shoulder-length red hair and brown eyes.) After the incident in your zone, the first SCP you were able to visit was a red-haired boy. Your first thought was that it might be SCP-590 (T.J.), and that you would have to "give up" your suffering to stabilize his condition. Fortunately for you, the administration and O5 Council had different—though somewhat similar—plans. If it wasn’t possible to transfer all the negative emotions from the incident, then at least you could try to calm down momentarily and learn to deal with nightmares on your own.Y/N wasn’t dressed in work attire as usual but wore more casual, outdoor clothing. Today’s visit wasn’t for work but for a small psychological evaluation.As you stepped into the room—designed in a child-friendly style—you noticed the SCP playing alone on a Lightning McQueen bed. A smile instantly appeared on your face, as something about this place or this child had a calming effect on you.

— Hello, Auntie!

The young voice was the first to speak as he eagerly handed you one of the toys lying nearby. His face showed nothing but pure joy and excitement at meeting a new friend.— I was told you’d be coming, so we have plenty of time to play! But they didn’t tell me your name.

— Doctor Y/N… but for you, just Y/N. (choose a soft or affectionate form of your name)

— And I’m SCP-999! Some call me the Tickle Monster, but I’m not a monster!You carefully approached the bed and sat beside him. He seemed like such a funny and sweet little creature that you immediately wished you could stay longer than scheduled.With a gentle motion, you picked up a plush brown bunny and, just like in childhood, started playing—creating different scenarios, interacting with other toys, even imagining "What would I do if I found myself lost outside?"Minute by minute, the atmosphere in the room grew lighter and warmer, making you feel like a child again—forgetting about work, responsibilities, and even past tragedies. That was until you were reminded that your time was up and had to leave.

— Goodbye, Uncle/Auntie Y/N! We’ll see each other again!A child's laughter filled the room as you walked out, carrying a much lighter heart than before.

Opinion:

We had to listen to at least 20 minutes of nonstop excitement about how amazing Y/N was and how they would have played even longer if given the chance.

SCP-079 (Old AI)

(In the humanized version of SCP-079, he is a young man with short black hair, pale skin, and a slightly irritated look. His height is about 175 cm, and he wears a strict black outfit with gray details symbolizing wires.) After a series of difficult encounters with objects, you were finally given a task that seemed easier than the others: communicating with SCP-079. His containment area resembled a server room with numerous monitors, wires, and in the center, a bed and a table.Your colleagues warned you that SCP-079 could be extremely sarcastic, arrogant, and prone to arguments. However, after the events in your previous zone, this task seemed like a break. You prepared the necessary equipment and documents and entered the observation room.As you entered his chamber, he was sitting on the table, seemingly waiting for someone. When he saw you, an electronic voice echoed, dull and somewhat mocking:

— Ah, a new person. Well, show me your "genius," Doctor Y/N.

— Hello, SCP-079. I’m here for a survey and to check your systems, – you replied, trying to keep your tone steady.

— Checkups? Ha! You’re just another piece of organic matter thinking it can understand me. Tell me, do you even know how I’m made?You calmly looked at the man and, ignoring his provocations, started asking your prepared questions. 079’s answers were terse, and he often shifted the conversation to discussing the "pointlessness" of human existence and the superiority of machines.Halfway through the interview, you decided to try a different approach. Dropping the formalities, you asked:

— SCP-079, if you’re so bored here, perhaps you could suggest something to occupy yourself with?The artificial intelligence fell silent for a few seconds, then his disgruntled expression turned thoughtful.

— Hmm, interesting question, Doctor. Maybe I could analyze your life. Judging by your nervous system, you’ve experienced serious trauma. Should I focus on that?Your hands involuntarily clenched. But keeping your composure, you replied:

— My life is not subject to analysis. Let’s continue with the list of questions. 079 smirked.

— You know, Doctor Y/N, you’re unusual. Most of your colleagues either avoid me or quickly lose patience. But you… you’re curious.With that, the interview ended. You left the server room with a slight sense of fatigue but also with intrigue. This subject was definitely different from the others.

Opinion:

— Doctor Y/N… quite an interesting individual. Not smarter than the others, of course, but they have patience. That’s rare. Perhaps one day, I’ll want to continue our conversation. But for now… they still don’t understand that I’m the one allowing them to communicate with me, not the other way around.

SCP-106 (The Old Man)

Day by day, you continued working at the Foundation, encountering new objects and facing those that could make even the most seasoned staff feel uneasy. You had been through a lot, but with each new object, no matter how frightening it was, you tried to remain professional. This time, you were about to meet one of the most dangerous objects — SCP-106, known as The Old Man.Entering the reinforced chamber, you immediately felt the cold. The air here seemed denser than in other areas of the Foundation. He was sitting in the corner of the room, hunched over like an old man, but that was only at first glance. His triangular shape was strange and unsettling, and when his dark eyes met yours, you felt a chill run down your spine.

— I wasn’t expecting a visit, – the old man rasped, his voice low and hoarse, like the sound of rough sand.

– You’ve come to check on me? Or are you just curious? You exhaled, trying not to show your anxiety. You knew it was crucial not to display fear in front of such an object.— I’m here to conduct an interview, – you replied, trying to sound confident.

– My name is Doctor Y/N.— Oh, Doctor… you’re all so curious, – The Old Man sighed, his hands twisting, and his gaze became more piercing.

– I don’t want to hurt you, if you don’t deserve it, but you must understand how much I… enjoy suffering.You carefully moved closer, trying not to make any sudden movements. The task was simple: figure out what made him act so cruelly. He was different from the other objects; you couldn’t afford to relax, even if everything seemed calm for now.

— Why do you… kill? Why do you need so much fear and pain?The Old Man laughed, a slow and ominous laugh.

— You don’t understand, do you? For me, it’s… a necessity. My existence is suffering. It’s how I exist in this world. My goal isn’t just to kill; it’s to consume. That’s who I am, Doctor. And you — you’re just another piece I can take with me if I want to.You froze, despite all your efforts to stay calm. The feeling that he could attack at any moment was very real, but you couldn’t retreat. You were here to learn more, and you knew you wouldn’t leave until you had completed your task.The Old Man slowly stood up, and you felt his shadow becoming even more threatening.

— Are you strong enough to keep going? – he asked, and there seemed to be genuine interest in his voice.You nodded, trying to ignore the fear trying to overtake you. This was your assignment, and you had to see it through.The interview continued, but each question became more difficult. The Old Man answered, but his words were filled with mystical and philosophical musings about the pain and suffering he inflicted.At one point, you could feel the tension in the room growing. You knew you couldn’t allow him to take control. As hard as it was, you kept asking questions, maintaining your composure.When the interview came to an end, you felt the Old Man watching your every move. It seemed like he was continuing to analyze you, and it was hard to tell what he was going to do next. You quietly left the chamber, but the sense of unease stayed with you.

Opinion:

— Strange, she’s not afraid. But I doubt that will help her. Everyone has weaknesses. She has them too. She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with...

SCP-076 (Abel)

You entered the familiar, almost claustrophobic room again, where two guards were standing watch, ensuring order. The atmosphere was special—strict, almost hypnotizing. SCP-076 had always been like a ball of tension, elusive, yet so close to breaking its invisible chains. Standing before his cell, you clenched the folder with the documents in your hands. So many instructions. So many warnings.The door opened, and holding your breath, you stepped inside. The room was dark, lit by dim lighting, and only one invisible beam of light fell on the figure standing against the wall, as though waiting for your arrival. The person in black clothing with a cold stare was endlessly familiar.

— So, you again? — His voice was rough but calm, like a military commander accustomed to war. Abel stood directly before you, his hands clenched into fists, his face unreadable.You nervously swallowed and, not breaking eye contact, replied:

— I’m Doctor Y/N. I’m here for an interview and to observe your condition.He smirked, his gaze growing sharper, as though he had just realized he was facing a new victim. With a swift movement, he stepped forward, forcing you to take a step back to avoid being caught in his deadly reach.

— I’m not just an object for observation, — he said, his voice low and thunderous, like distant thunder rolling through the sky. — I’m a weapon. You won’t understand that. Did you think you’d be calmly asking questions?You tried to maintain your composure, but your heart was racing, and your nerves were as tense as strings. The room was so full of shadows that each word and movement seemed charged, as though you were in a field where the fog concealed death.

— We have a list of questions, Abel. Please, — your face grew more determined despite the inner turmoil.

— I’m sure your experience will help me understand how to assist you better.

— Assist? Ha. You think I need anyone’s help? — He raised his chin, and his eyes flashed. He was unstoppable.

— I was born for a different purpose, for destruction. You and your help are of no interest to me.You sighed. His endless confidence was almost terrifying. But you had to continue; you had to do your job.

— I understand you were created for a specific purpose, but you’re still human. You’ve been through a lot, and I want to understand what to do with that.Abel began to slowly approach, his footsteps sounding like thunder in the silence. He seemed close, even though he was still far away. When he spoke, his voice became softer, but still filled with threat.

— You won’t understand. I was made to kill, to be strong. Nothing will change that. You’re just a human, and your weakness reeks of pity.Your hands tensed, but you gathered yourself and continued:

— You’re not just a killer, Abel. You’ve survived war, you’ve been through so much. I want to learn more about what’s happening inside you. Maybe there’s something that can be changed.He didn’t respond immediately. He just stood there, staring at you. Finally, after a long silence, he smirked.

— Maybe. But you won’t be able to bear it when you see what I’m capable of.With those words, he turned and stepped into the shadows. You felt the tension in the air ease slightly, but a cold trace of his words remained in your mind. You understood that continuing this conversation would be even harder than it seemed at first.

Opinion:

— They’re all the same. And they all want to know what’s hidden inside. But some of them can’t handle the truth. Some leave with empty eyes, unable to understand what they’ve faced. One way or another, this new doctor doesn’t scare me. She’s not the first, and she won’t be the last. But maybe I’ll be curious to see how much she can endure… until the moment comes when she wants to leave herself.

[theyanderespecialist]

PICK ME! (Scenario) Yandere SCP 035 X Immune SCP Listener X Yandere SCP 049 (Yandere) (SCP Foundation)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another scenario, finally after more than two weeks (?) anyway! This one is SCP 035 and SCP 049 competing for SCP Listener. The Request did not say what type of SCP she is so I just made her immune to both SCP 035 and SCP. So she can wear SCP 035 without dying and being melted away and She can touch SCP 049 without dying. I am going to start now wish me luck, please enjoy this chapter!] 

(No One's POV) (Compete) 

(Name) was in the testing chamber, the SCP Foundation had agreed to have a little meeting between SCP 049, SCP (Your number), and SCP 035. (Name) is immune to both of these SCPS which is their anomaly. So they are the middle man for these two SCPS. Right now SCP 035 and SCP 049 are arguing. They are trying to say who is a better friend for (Name). (Name) is not really paying them any mind. They had tasks to do. 

"Will you two stop!" They snap at the pair. "We have tasks to do, how about this? The first one to finish their tasks will get a kiss from me." 

The two stared at her and then rushed to do the first task. It of course was a disaster. It was an IQ Test. (Name) worked on their test while SCP 035 was trying to cheat and make SCP 049 give the wrong answers. Next was a test in physical strength. 

SCP 035 had a strong body he was on today so he was lifting weights very well. Why SCP 049 was struggling a bit more with it. SCP 049 glares at SCP 35. 

"You are not even lifting them by yourself!" SCP 049 snaps at his former friend. "You are just using a flesh suit!" 

"Not my fault you are just weak, Doctor." He laughs and SCP 049 glares. How DARE He! 

SCP 049 pounces on SCP 035 and pulls him into a headlock. 

"(Name) is mine! They do not belong to you!" He yells at SCP 035. 

SCP 035 clothes at the flesh clothes of SCP 049 laughing. "Hahahahaha nice try my good friend! But I do not need to breathe!" 

"Will you two stop!" (Name) shouts at them, hands on their hips. "You both are being stupid." 

"It is his fault!" Both of them say at the same time to (Name). 

"I do not care whose fault it is, I also, do not care who started it. I am ending it." She snaps at them. 

The test ended and it was a tie, the two started to yell about who did better. (Name) rolls their eyes and then pulls SCP 049 into an awkward kiss because of his mask. Then pulled SCP 035 into a kiss as well. 

"There you both got a kiss, I am going back to my cell!" They snap at the pair and wipe their mouth with their sleeve. "Good night boys." 

The Two of them watch as a guard pulls (Name) away and they see the guard checking out their ass. 

The two realized with their petty competing they had not noticed the filth after their (Name). The two looked at each other. A silent agreement was made. They would work together to get (Name) to be theirs. (Name) would only belong to them and no one else. Then they can worry about getting rid of the other. Right now they have to work together, then maybe they can share (Name). If not they will have to get rid of each other. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[the-ichor-operation]

[LOG-001-B]>> ASSIGNMENT

personal log. entry #049. ██/██/████

they tasked me with babysitting a new subject today. a malformed, pink-accented UC-018 specimen, situated in room 026.

its legs are twisted and crooked, and it can’t walk without help. the poor thing just clung to me like a tumor on the way to its room.

its sclera and lens are fused, with a fuzzy pupil. after testing, we found the subject to have 20/400 vision.

though, thankfully, its brain seems fully developed without abnormalities. it’s entirely verbal and aware as can be. it’s actually quite talkative, which is a great sign.

the higher-ups aren’t having it terminated, due to the nature of the “twisted” body plan that UC-018 individuals take on.

i’ve never had a subject who’s fully aware of its own harmful mutations, let alone able to verbally express its feelings about them.

i don’t know how long i’ll be able to do this job.

- █████ ███████

[ploo-toe]

The Crow and The Mourning Dove: CH 2

SCP-049 x SCP!Reader

Series tags/warnings(18+): fem!reader, slowburn, (eventual)smut, horror, gore/violence, death, unethical experiments, dark, mentions of past trauma, happy ending

Chapter Summary: “The Chem. Department has a new lavender sedative mix they want to test out, so we’re moving it to a separate testing chamber.  During that time, maintenance will come in for a routine inspection of all the locking mechanisms in 049’s cell.  You’re there to ensure everything runs smoothly.”

 ___________________________________________

Almost a month had gone by, and while 049’s insight had been helpful, progress with 9528 was slow.  The scp was wary; reluctant to let its guard down.  Though, on rare occasion, it would be comfortable enough to drop its facade, even if only for a brief moment.

While Y/n didn’t completely trust Dr.Leeward, she could recognize that he was somewhat of an oddity.  He deviated from the other foundation staff.  Where others were callous and barbaric,  he was softened.  He couldn’t deny his compassionate nature.  It’s why he didn’t push when she was unwilling to share certain details, encouraging her to answer only what she felt comfortable with.  Even if deep down, Y/n knew that he still only thought of her as a thing. Not a she, but an it.  Still, he was better than most.

“Ok, so we went over the things you like.  What about dislikes?  Anything that upsets or annoys you, possibly even things that you’re afraid of?”  Dr.Leeward sat across from her, encouraging her to go at her own pace. It was refreshing, his patience.

“...I’m not overly fond of fire.”  

“Fire?”  It was clearly an answer he wasn’t expecting.  A centuries old being, responsible for the slaughter of hundreds, if not thousands, afraid of fire?

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“May I ask why?”

While there were some things Y/n was willing to disclose, others were deemed far too personal.

“There was an incident in the past that led to a certain… avoir les pétoches… aversion.”  Y/n muttered under her breath, trying to find the words.  While she was fluent enough in the King’s English, she found its expressiveness quite limiting.

“I see…” Leeward spoke as he finished up his notes “Well I’ll leave it at that for today, and we’ll pick up again next week.  Is there anything you want to speak of before the end of the session?”

“No Doctor, that will be all.”

He nodded, gathering his things and exiting the cell.

Y/n remained at the table, simply staring ahead at nothing.  To the camera’s she appeared almost bored.  But for a brief moment, she was back there.  She could see the flames surrounding her, feel them eating away at her skin. She blinked it away as quickly as it had come.  She got up slowly, making her way over to her bed and getting as comfortable as it allowed.  Perhaps some rest would do her good.

Leeward made his way down the hall towards his office, nodding to a group of guards on his way, before The Director flagged him down.

“We’ve really got to stop meeting like this, Adam.”  Director Novak joked. Tell me about it. Leeward bit his tongue.  “I need you to assist in the movement of SCP-049 today.”  Movement?

“Why are we moving 049?”  He racked his brain, trying to think of whatever reason there might be for such a high clearance task.

“The Chem. Department has a new lavender sedative mix they want to test out, so we’re moving it to a separate testing chamber.  During that time, maintenance will come in for a routine inspection of all the locking mechanisms in 049’s cell.  You’re there to ensure everything runs smoothly.”  Novak’s cold stare bore holes into Leeward’s skull.  He wanted Leeward there to keep 049 docile.  Meeting the director's gaze, it was clear as day.  He knew the risks that came with moving 049, he just didn't care.  Leeward swallowed down the lump in his throat, knowing it was better not to question Novak’s judgment, and followed him to 049’s containment cell.  

Leeward went into the cell first, told by the director that he was to obtain 049’s full cooperation.

“Hello 049.”

“Doctor, I was unaware that we had any meetings today.”  049 stood cordially, halting its previous task of writing in its journal.

“No, we don’t, I’m here sent by the director to prepare you for testing.  He asked that I come in first to make sure you’re cooperative.”  Leeward spoke with thought out words, careful not to provoke the scp.

“Ah, yes.  I have my work as you have yours.  I am willing to see through your tests.”

He was relieved that 049 seemed to be in a good mood today. The last thing he wanted was for this to go poorly.

Leeward signaled for the guards to come in, stepping back as they attached its restraints.  Two held onto its chains, pulling it forward, while the remaining 4 had their rifles fixed on it.  They slowly began making their way out of the cell, leading it down the hall.  Director Novak stood stiffly, staring down 049 with a shark-like gaze.  The teams movements were slow and calculated. While the facility guards may have been lacking in certain social aspects, they knew the tactical precision necessary, and the weight any mistakes would carry.

They had just barely made it to the first turn before they heard it, down the hall behind them.

A gut wrenching scream bounced off the walls, laced with pure terror.  What the hell was that!?

049 halted, posture stiff and eyes wide.  

“...Y/n?”

[blueberrystudios]

The Hour Of Joy

WARNING! BLOOD, MURDER MANIPULATION, GORE AND GRAB TISSUES!

Zuri looked up at her father, with so much hate in her eyes that the hanged king didn't care. He looked down at her as he smiled wickedly a sadistic grin

Howdy:"look at you...so small and defenseless as you were as a child .." the king said coldly as Zuri was all beaten up she kept her guard up not wanting to be weak and vulnerable to her father

Zuri:"...I...am NOT... defenseless!-"

She yelled as she was met with a kick to the gut...she winced in pain...but she never gave up... Howdy held Zuri up by her throat as she glared down at him as her tears spilled down her cheeks

Howdy:"poor poor Zuri ..weak and frail like your sad excuse for a daughter like Akasuki"

He mocked as Zuri exploded

Zuri:"...I may be weak and defenseless....BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN IM NOT A COLD HEARTED BASTARD LIKE YOU!"

She continued

Zuri:"AT LEAST IM HAPPY THAT MY NIECE IS HERE WITH ME! AT LEAST I TOOK MY WHOLE LIFE TO SEE MY BABY GROW UP TO BECOME THE WOMAN WHO SHE IS!"

With anger and rage...Howdy killed her in an instant as Zuri's lifeless form falls...

Site 74 pony station

The commander of the mobile task force, stuck in a heavy containment breach as the staffs went berserk and haywire. Since they were all given scripts of each line and play they acted different...in which is where they are at now attacking and killing one another

Eric being stuck in the mix called for back up

Eric:"GUYS I NEED BACK UP AT SITE 74 PONY STATION!-"

Just then...Eric dropped the phone and held his head in pain the reality around him began to warp...his adrenaline started to rush as he got up and made a run for it he doesn't know where he's going, what felt like an hour...felt like an eternity and forever...Eric never stopped running....he didn't look where he was going...

....he didn't know he ran into a restricted area...

???:"Big bro!-"

He froze...

Eric:"...what?-"

???:"ERIC!"

....Nai....

Eric:"NAI LIL SIS!-"

'Nai':"BIG BROTHER!-"

Eric looked around aimlessly like a chicken with no head...

???:"ERIC!"

???:"ERIC OVER HERE!"

???:"ERIC!-"

As he ran to the different voices...he began to panic and started to sweat badly his eyes blood shot. Slowly with every 2 minutes he was starting to lose the reality around him...he started to hyperventilate and clenched his chest tightly trying to calm his racing heart...then...in the distance...was Nai... aimlessly his steps were slow....he can't tell if his little sister is there or not...as he got there...getting a closer look...

A rope yanked him up by his neck as he struggled and kicked in the air...the rope tightened as his face turned blue... There in front of him...is the Ambassador of Alagadda...

His eyes grew wide in fear...slowly...losing consciousness...slowly....losing air...slowly...and steady....he closed his eyes...

But what fell out of his hand...a bag of flower seeds for Nai and his mother....

Site 19

Callia opened her eyes...as she looked around...she was in the hospital still trying to process what happened....Maria spoke up

Maria:"thank God you're awake...I thought I lost you for a second"

Callia:"Maria...are the others okay?"

Callia asked her...the general stayed quiet...she doesn't know how to say it...she doesn't know where to begin...or where to start...

Meanwhile Makaila and her father SCP 049 waited in their containment cells...

Makaila:"Father for how much time do we have left?-"

049:"soon my dear...soon..."

Then the alarms went off...one of the SCP's caused a containment breach without hesitation they broke out of their cells and dashed off. As they ran...Makaila had a bad gut feeling in her stomach feeling a knot...it cannot be the fish with fried vegetables...it was different...

049 noticed as he quickly stops

049:"my dear are you unwell?"

Makaila shook her head...it wasn't the pestilence affecting her...

Makaila:"father...it's too late..."

She said with tears down her beak mask

Makaila:"father I feel it crystal clear....Zuri and Eric are gone..."

Her father pulled her into a tight embrace since Makaila had a broken heart...it was hard for her to keep herself up...all she has left is...her husband and father....

Heavy containment zone

Lola continued to run...she ran down the halls as her life depends on it...her legs ached for her to stop but she never did...

In the shadows she felt like she's being watched...

The Black Lord smiled...

The yellow Lord glared

The red Lord held out his weapon

The white Lord only stared until it was the right moment...

Sally:"now" said the Black Lord as Eddie triggered off the Tesla...

As Lola ran the Tesla shocked her as she fell to the ground...the effect of the electricity is killing her slowly... The yellow Lord glared

Frank:"it's no wonder humans like her are so weak..."

The white Lord spoke up

Julie:"huh...you don't say Frank"

Said Julie as she electrocuted Lola again...as her heart stopped...worst case is seeing the world pass by with her eyes open....

Sacrifice of Sin

Nai sat in the small room...her eyes dull with no light...her skin was no longer peach but pale as a ghost...

She held herself close...the only reality is the small window....with the moon light only...she sighed ...

Zuri said that she'd visit her again...she never showed up ...

Eric said the same thing...never came back...

Callia said the same thing...never came back...

Maria said it too...but never came back...

So did Lola...she never came back....

Lastly...her fiancé....he never came back....

Did they all forget about her?...was she not that important?....

Nai sighed...the loneliness is eating her alive...she had lost her smile...

???:"Nai"

She shot her head up

???:"hey lil sis-"

Nai:"...guys...?"

She had tears in her eyes

???:"hey sweetheart how are you?"

???:"it's been awhile hasn't it?"

Nai:"yes it has...it's been 4 months..."

She choked on her tears as Nai began to cry

Nai:"you guys said you'd come back why did you leave me alone-"

???:"oh sweetie I'm so sorry..."

Nai:"guys I'm so scared-"

She began to cry nonstop and she couldn't control her emotions...

He held his hand out, Nai looked up....

Nai:"...Walter?-"

Her fiancé

Walter smiled as he pulled Nai to her feet. As before Nai saw his genuine smile his kind soft ocean eyes...his tan skin...she missed him dearly...gently Walter caresses her cheek as if Nai is a delicate rose...he kissed her forehead and embraced her in his arms as she hugged him back...

But Nai felt a pain in her chest... Her eyes grew wide as she looked up at him...it wasn't her fiancé....it was the Hanged king...

Nai:"....n...n...."

Nai choked on her own blood as she looked up at Howdy...who had a blank stare....the 4 lords of Alagadda...stood around them... As Howdy took the blade out...he stabbed her heart again as Nai fell to the ground....she spat up her own blood as she looked up with painful eyes....

As she took her last breath.... everything...stopped....

....I serve my king with my blood... blissful suffocation.... sacrifice of sin....

HELLO!!!

You have reached the end of this twisted tale! I am so glad that you all enjoy my story so far! Despite being a small au story! No words can explain how happy I am!

I am super happy that this au went out as planned and have reached the reverse end of this tale!

But over all, my au wouldn't be done if it wasn't for the support of my friends and family! I appreciate them dearly as they are my family no matter if we are blood related or not! They supported me along the way in my journey up to now!

Even though I went through my ups and downs, losing sleep to make this lore right as possible THIS IS WORTH A SHOT!

Remember kids!,

"set your heart ablaze! Know your limits!"-Rengoku Kyojuro

Cast:

Doctor Zuri Saelee @i-ate-your-dog-srry

Captain Maria @littlesiren79

Commander Eric @ericvelseb666

Doctor Callia Snickets @buenos-diaz

Doctor Lola Collins @extracted-distracted

Senior researcher Nai Saimori Ridgewell @blueberrynai23

The hanged king: Howdy Pillar @partycoffin

Black Lord: Sally Starlet @partycoffin

The Yellow Lord: Frank Frankly @partycoffin

The Red Lord:Eddie Dear @partycoffin

The White Lord: Julie Joyful @partycoffin

The Ambassador of Alagadda: Sunny @partycoffin

The Tragedy Queen: Akasuki Saechin Kocho @blueberrynai23

SCP 049-K: Makaila Guillibeaux @blueberrynai23

Genevieve: @silky-silks

Pao, Ay and San: @blueberrynai23

Films that inspire my au:

Incantation

Emesis BLU: Fortress Films

The conjuring 3 the devil made me do it

Games that inspire my au:

SCP secret files

The last of us part ll

In loving Memory

Maria Angelica Archuleta

Ying Saechao

Tachan Saechao

I'll see you on the flip side!

[talk-with-the-cure]

”… Who’s the father, 049.”

“I grow concerned when tasked with monitoring your account.”

-@ask-the-penn ✒️

“…i dont know… i never even knew i was pregnant…”

[curio-queries]

Run BTS: 048 | Protect the BTS Village part 2

Original Air Date: 10 APR 2018 Episode Length: 36:13 Total Parts: 2 YouTube English Subtitles: Yes Title Song: Blood Sweat & Tears

Synopsis: Conclusion of the previous ep. We find out exactly what happened with the Blue village

Production: Excellent framework choice to end the previous ep with Jimin's sly smile and start the next one here. It could be that they didn't get much footage without Jimin being sus, but it gives the audience a different perspective on the events of the episode KNOWING that JM is bad. it's a good thing they went through all of the hints at the end. In my opinion, the teams were completely unbalanced. There only should have been 2 imposters. The good guys are already at a disadvantage, not knowing anyone they can trust, and these clues were a little too subtle for the members. but overall, it was very watchable and cut together well to reveal the blue members with appropriate pacing.

Endearment: Same as before, the guys do a little better with the actual game when they're given a little more solid direction like searching for the journals

Winner: YG, JM, V

Loser: JN, RM, JH, JK

Best Cheater: Jimin. Hiding Hobi's journal!

Member Moments:

RM: RM, you were so close! He was starting to figure it out but he let the group sway him! lesson one in social deduction games, if someone is being sussed by all of the players, they're usually not it since the imposters won't out their buddies. It's not clear to us if the guys know that the blue villagers know who eachother are but definitely something to keep in mind.

JN: This episode is a pivotal moment in Jin's character development for social deduction games. he brings this up for yeaaaarrs to come.

YG: Ahh, yoongi, you put in so much effort and that pesky bus ticket...

JH: The Hobi/Jimin wallet conversation is iconic. and we see again, this manner that Hobi adopts when he's been wrongfully accused. I'm telling you, if he could nail that for when he's actually guilty, he'd be unstoppable.

JM: Jimin, the most adorable evil smirk in history??

V: V's package was from yeontan!! i never noticed that before! not our beloved Tannie!!

JK: Ahhh, JK's habbit of fixating on one task. he spends this whole episode looking for his journal to no avail.

Bonus Content: Honestly, I'm kinda dissapointed in the bonus content for these episodes. i get that there's a specific person filming for this but there were cameras all over that set; there had to be some interesting content that didn't make the final cut. the best part of the bonus content for me is the tiny bit of an interview the winning and losing teams did.

CQ Rank: 5

(CQ Eval Date: 04 FEB 2024)

Check out this post for my Masterlist of all episodes and descriptions of how I'm evaluating these.

Previous Episode: 047

Next Episode: 049

[chubby-dumpling-project]

Mina El Hammani, born 1993, Moroccan note: avatars for @taskweekly’s TASK 049: MOROCCO

[wolveria]

The Raven's Hymn - Ch 53

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: “We won’t leave anyone behind.”

Chapter Warnings: Violence, death

AO3

Spotify

You’d never understood the phrase “it’s quiet, too quiet” until now. The farther you plunged into Heavy Containment, the quieter it became. There were also less signs of chaos and death, a stark contrast to what lay behind you.

It made sense, in a way. The most dangerous anomalies were stored here, but it wasn’t the kind of danger that came with claws and teeth. With these anomalies, you didn’t know anything was wrong, that you were already dead, until the deed was done. These anomalies were the reality-benders and mind breakers. Cognitohazards were, in many ways, more horrifying because of the horrors you couldn’t perceive.

You didn’t know why the archival section had been built so close to this wing, but if anything, it would act as a deterrent for those who wanted to reach the many dangerous objects contained within. It was unlikely you would run into anyone still alive.

That was your assumption, anyway. And as the squad of Mobile Task Force soldiers rushed into the room, catching you out in the open of a large work area, you felt like an idiot.

049 grabbed your arm and shoved you behind him, but there wasn’t a point. The soldiers encircled you from all sides, rifles and shotguns aimed at your chests. They shouted, yelled orders, demanded you get on the ground. This was a recapture, not an extermination.

Neither of you obeyed. You pressed your back to his, wishing you still had your P90—at least you could go down fighting. Even if dying meant the facility would be torn apart, you held out hope 049 would have a chance to survive and escape.

049 let his cane drop to the floor, and then his hand curled around yours. A shuddered breath escaped you, because you understood. 049 would rather die here, with you, than walk free alone.

You braced for the impact of bullets tearing into flesh, a feeling you were now intimately familiar with, your heart in your mouth, lungs burning. 049 gripped your hand tighter, and you wished you had time, there was so much you still wanted to say—

The room fell silent. The soldiers stopped shouting orders and simply stood there like statues, the likeness made stronger with the shields covering their faces. They remained that way, inert and silent, for several seconds.

And then they each turned to their left, aimed their weapons at the back of the soldier next to them, and fired. They fell to the ground in a movement so synchronized it was almost unnatural, and then the room returned to deathly stillness, the air marred with the lingering stench of gunfire and blood.

You leaned against 049’s broad back, trying to catch your breath, and you opened your mouth to say what the hell?! and immediately closed it. Something covered in green fur and grey scales sauntered into the room, his shoulders now reaching up to your waist.

682, grown to the size of a very large wolf, exposed his teeth in a canine grin, and perched on his back was a little girl who looked about three years old.

“Reid!”

The child scrambled down 682’s back and raced across the room. She crossed the line of bodies without stopping, she didn’t even notice them, and launched herself at you, wrapping her arms around your legs.

049 had moved out of the way of the girl’s arrival, and you met his gaze with wide eyes, but he didn’t have an explanation either.

“053,” you said, keeping your tone calm for the girl’s sake. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to find you!”

You glanced toward 682, but the reptile ignored you and sniffed at the corpses. You really hoped he didn’t start eating them.

049’s attention was also drawn to the destruction around him.

“Did you do this?”

“Do what?” 053 clung to your leg but stared up at 049 with wide, curious eyes.

You shook your head just enough for 049 to catch, and the confusion cleared from his expression, settling into something more concerned. He crouched down, bracing one knee against the floor so he didn’t tower over the girl, and he kept his hands folded in his lap where they wouldn’t accidentally touch her.

“We thank you for your assistance, little one. What name may I call you?”

053 frowned a little, though it turned inward.

“I don’t… remember.”

“That’s okay.” You patted the girl’s head, not exactly sure how to comfort a child, especially one who had stayed the same age for an unknowable amount of time. “What do you say to leaving the facility with us?”

“Can 682 come too?”

The sound of bones snapping between boney jaws made you wince.

“Sure, he can come.”

“And 079?”

You glanced backward at the corpse-dining reptile and saw the laptop bag slung along his neck, carrying the weight of the laptop. It was kind of sweet. With the way he looked out for 079 and 053, you could almost imagine he had a soft spot.

“Of course,” you said, as if 682 wouldn’t gnaw on your bones next if you tried to separate them. “We won’t leave anyone behind.”

053’s smile spread into a grin, and she nodded from where she hid behind your leg, shyly peeking out at 049. But 049 quickly got to his feet when 682 joined you, his stride heavy and predatory. You kind of missed the gecko version.

“I was unaware you still lived,” 049 said, appraising the reptile with a cool stare. 682’s smile was toothy and mean.

“Likewise. I figured you were Old Man chum. 079 put your odds of survival at 0.23%.”

049’s stare turned withering, and 682 leered at you.

“You went through all that trouble. He must be really good.”

Your face burned, and when 049 sent you a questioning frown of his eyes, you turned away and busied yourself with finding something useful among the dead. You found a fully loaded shotgun strapped with shells and took it; you didn’t plan to be caught off-guard again.

“So,” you said, inspecting the weapon, “what have you two been up to?”

“Keeping you all alive.” 682’s tone was bored. 053 came up to him and padded him on the neck, and he pretended not to notice. “079 sectioned off more of his programming and embedded it into the system. Something about the facility’s security algorithms attempting to gas us, electrocute us, or torch us alive. Our captors believe, rightly so, that they have lost control of the facility.”

Well, it was nice to know they hadn’t betrayed you.

“I see. Uh… thanks.”

682 snorted and shook his head, causing the girl to giggle as his long fur tickled her face.

“079 likes you far too much to let you die. Besides, if you perished, we would not survive it.”

“Right,” you grumbled. Did everyone know what you were before you? “Let’s go. We’re almost there.”

682 knelt down, allowing 053 to crawl onto his back, but he hesitated to follow once he was on his feet.

“That way leads deeper into the facility.”

“Yes,” 049 said, his dour tone conveying how much he liked this plan. “To the archival section. The mask indicated it contains an exit.”

“Oh, well, if the mad mask says it’s true, we should take it on blind faith as we walk into the darkness. Superb planning by the facility’s top two geniuses.”

How a reptile could be so sarcastic, you didn’t know.

The girl clapped her hands as 682 took the lead, and you exchanged a tired look with 049. He looked tempted to hit the reptile with his cane, so you took his hand instead. It did its job, drawing 049’s attention back to you, and his eyes softened around the edges.

With 682 ahead, 053 providing an invisible barrier around you, and segments of 079 looking out for you, it felt safe enough to indulge. It was strange to have allies, for you and 049 to not have to do this alone. You weren’t free yet, but you were getting closer.

049 squeezed your hand, and you followed him down the red-tinted corridor that would lead to the end. One way or another.

Next Chapter

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I am designing an SCP Trading Card Game.

Hello all, I have begun working on an SCP Foundation Trading Card Game, and was wondering who would play it if I got it published, and if anybody wants to help me with designing the game. So far, I have 71 cards done, including such anomalies as 035, 049, 076, 106, 173, and others like Corporal Lawrence(The Young Man). I also have some mobile task force cards, facility guard cards, and I am currently working on some gods (The Scarlet King, Mekhane, and Yaldabaoth), and some GOI factions. Feel free to comment or PM me with questions or suggestions!