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My favorite ones are the the ones that are in caps lock, or have curse words in them.

>:T

Instance of SCP-XXX-1	Notable Mutations	Recovery Log
SCP-XXX-1-1 (In Containment)	SCP-XXX-1-1 is a juvenile child. SCP-XX-1-1 claims to be in contact with SCP-XXX-1-1	cell-content
SCP-XXX-1-2	SCP-XXX-1-2 is a mass of biological matter that is comprised of several humans and several instances of felines and canines. SCP-XXX-1-2 will absorb these creatures if placed in direct contact of SCP-XXX-1-2. Direct knowledge of SCP-XXX-1-2 will cause subjects to become compelled to bring instances of stray animals to SCP-XXX-1-2 for the purpose of feeding it and causing it to grow in size.	SCP-XXX-1-2 was recovered in an abandoned warehouse chained to the floor, investigations revealed that several individuals have been collecting animals to feed to SCP-XXX-1-2. Among the items recovered were several deformed humanoids labeled as instances of SCP-XXX-1-2-A. An interview with SCP-XXX-1-2-A is available: Here.
SCP-XXX-1-4 `(ERROR: DATA NOT FOUND)`	SCP-XXX-1-4 has no mutations at all, none exist SCP-XX-1-4 never has and never will exist why, why… why…. SCP-XXX-4 will cause extreme emotional distress in subjects trying to describe SCP-XXX-1-4, SCP-XXX-1-4 is a female of Native American Origin no mutations as of yet have been identified other than its psycho-hazardous effects on meta-data	SCP-XXX-1-4 was recovered inside a building scheduled for demolition after the manifestation of SCP-XXX-1-4. SCP-XXX-1-4 made no attempts at escaping containment and allowed itself to be contained
SCP-XXX-1-6 (Neutralized)	SCP-XXX-1-6 has multiple torsos and multiple heads, each head appears to be conscious with each head requesting immediate termination. SCP-XXX-1-6 was able to communicate telepathically as well as being able to telekinetically affect the colors of any object from a distance of up to 3 meters away. Among several objects embedded within SCP-XXX were several aerosol paint cans.	SCP-XXX-1-6 was recovered after a civilian containment breach of Containment Area 16. SCP-XXX-1-6 was discovered chanting in an unknown language and did not attempt to attack security personnel during containment

	sup
subtletea	I'm not sure if 'level 3 hazmat' is an actual thing, I'll have to check.
Overand\|drafts	Its a thing I invented
subtletea	Well, it's a real thing, but it refers to hazardous material as in toxic waste, things like that.
Overand\|drafts	I mean "Level 3 Hazmat" >.>
subtletea	I understand, but since that's an actual thing IRL that refers to how difficult cleaning up things like asbestos or other toxic materials is, using it here referring to something else might be confusing.
Overand\|drafts	ah
subtletea	In general 'hazmat' doesn't refer to organic things. If you want something that refers to physical things there's BSL protocol, which comes in levels in a similar way.
subtletea	Feel free to ask someone who's better versed in this than me for a second opinion as well.
subtletea	Also, there should be more of a description of the thing itself. You could go in a lot of interesting places like this, there's leeway for it to be a lot of things as long as it's big.
Overand\|drafts	ah
subtletea	Speaking of big, imo you should un- blackbox where it was found to give more of a sense of the size
subtletea	10 percent of a post office in Delaware is a lot smaller than ten percent of Wilmington
Overand\|drafts	I kinda just want to leave it at there since, it could litterally be anywhere
Overand\|drafts	originally I wanted it to be Los Angeles because thats my homecity
subtletea	You want the size ambiguous?
subtletea	Or just the location?
Overand\|drafts	Size
subtletea	Ah, gotcha.
subtletea	Disregard that then.
subtletea	'Philomena Psychic Venerability Clusters'
subtletea	Venerability should be vulnerability I think
Overand\|drafts	Oh right thanks for the catch
subtletea	You should do some more proofreading for spelling and grammar.
subtletea	Got some rogue capital letters in there
subtletea	Apart from that I think this is an interesting idea, but I'd suggest perhaps expanding on it a little.
Overand\|drafts	yeah its just a little Idea I had a year ago, its been stagnating in sandbox and just now I really wanted to do something with it
subtletea	It's interesting enough to get you reading but you should try working on the end a bit more, I think,
subtletea	Make the twist more exciting.
subtletea	And that's about it for nitpicks.
Overand\|drafts	The gist of the SCP is that an Eldritch abomination lost their dog, it got lost while looking for it
subtletea	Oh, see I didn't get that at first.
subtletea	So you should work on playing that up a bit.
Overand\|drafts	yeah thanks for the read through

Cimmerian	blackboxes as a placeholder are going to usually make reviews harder, because they hurt rather than help if there's not a very good reason for them.
AidenEldritch	c'mon fam
Overandover	I mean it was half of the pings, so the rest can be attributed to fellow members
AidenEldritch	none of whom pinged me at the time I said I got six pings :V
Cimmerian	anything you put behind a blackbox engages your reader more, and pulls them into the story. You only use blackboxes if, narratively, there's a good reason to distance them from the story you're telling.
Cimmerian	draw them in with details, or push them away with ambiguity
Cimmerian	those're your options
Overandover	see I dont know If I should choose a real life location or make one up
Overandover	actually, yeah it might make sense for a made up city. Since the whole poplation is gonna have to get evacuated

##220	\|~ LutherC	Overandover somewhat confusing, although I have been drinking
##220	\|~ Djoric	Overandover: "SCP-XXX appears to be a large organism occupying up to 10% of ██████."
##220	\|~ Djoric	remove stuff like this from your vocabulary
##220	\|~ Djoric	it either is or isn't a large organism
##220	\|~ Overandover	hmm
##220	\|~ Djoric	we don't care what it appeazrs to be
##220	\|~ Overandover	ooooh
##220	\|~ Djoric	likewise, give a location
##220	\|~ Djoric	blackboxes are a crutch


Morp

Tales and Shitty Self Inserts

Some SCPs that correspond to certain tales may have not yet bee written.

An old frail figure sits alone in a room, amoung the ruckus of white labcoats, floral patterned shirts, old smelling colone, and old smiles. One more youthfull and animated figure softly puts their hand on the old greyed creature's shoulder. A smile suddenly gives the old figure more colour and movement, his smile appears to erase any signs of age with the deletions of creases and the cold stiff joints of the old man suddenly giving way to an agile, if not younger then happier old man.

"ah, my child come sit down, we have much to speak about", Spoke the wizened old man.

"What did you want to speak about grandfather ?", Inquired the youngest figure

"I've heard

Loosely based on Metaphysicians's SCP http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-2912

"Grandma, where are we going ?"

"Clown hunting sweetie"

"Wait, ..clown….hunting"

"Yes my child, Clown Hunting"

"But, but, how do you hunt clowns ?"

"With a gun, and some bear traps"

Site-66 Assistant Researcher Esperanza Almaz looked through a photo album, she paused at one particular photograph. Memories of the photograph were brought back with a certain horror, yet somehow she remarked on how happy she looked, on how much she was smiling with her granddaughter.

A tall silver haired wild eyed woman in bulky bullet proof vest smilling and hugging a spindly nerve wrecked young woman wearing a weathered lab coat, it would almost be an adorable photograph, if it wasn't for the mulitiple corpses of semi-humaniod creatures lying in the middle of the photograph.

Recording: MTF-[REDACTED] MTF-[RADACTED] Leader debriefing Junior Researcher Almaz on the nature of the current mission

<BEGIN LOG>
"You see we have to clear out this infestation before they reach our site.
"Nana's gonna have to get her hands dirty on this one"

" But, but, they're people, arent they ?"

"Not anymore they aren't"

"But, but, what happened to them ?"
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"Circus acts and a man with an upside down face"

"what ?"

"I'll explain when you're older"

<END LOG>*

" You see child, these things, they're not natural, they've been forced to undergo these changes, so effectively killing them would be merciful"

"but, there has to be another way, isn't there"

"Can't save what isn't there"

Esperanza continued further through her old photo album. As expected, some photographs have been confiscated due to the classified nature of them, but that would never stop Almaz from reminising of long past times, and long past relatives. She Chuckled at the fact that many letters have been scratched out in black marker, as if that could erase nigh unforgettable memories.

"You know honey, you could stay in the whirly bird if you'd like"

"No, its okay, I want to come"

"Well if you say so"

"Just so you know, if something out of the blue comes and grabs you, just scream, and I'll be sure to blast their head off"

"Sure Granny"

She wondered if it was even allowed within Foundation codes to let a Level 2 Clearance researcher on a high level mission. Then again, the almost absurd nature of the mission made it extremely impossible. Or maybe grandma had something to do with it.

Of course, she probably 'persuaded' a high level researcher to let her granddaughter on her first field mission.

--——

"Now, your job after we tag and bag, is to asses each possible SCP"

"So pretty much just write down notes about whatever in the ever loving hell we are suposed to catch ?"

"Yes, my dear, now don't get snippy with me, you know how your mom would react"

"Curie Almaz, where do you belive the source of the SCP ?"

"I think theres gonna be a tribal outpost somewhere around here"

Ah, yes. Ezperanza could remember it perfectly. In the

Probably a Ton of grammar mistakes.

For once in his little comfortable life, just this once. Luiz Castillo felt fear, not fear as in 'Horror', or 'Jumpscare' fear. No, this was an embedded primordial fear, the one that hunters and those that came before him had felt when realizing that they have become the prey.

The fear that can cause one to run miles without even realizing. The burning instinctual fear that had enveloped all of humanity once upon a time.

He stopped for a second to analyze his surroundings.

A barren National Park, just a few miles away from his home, and just a stone's throw away from a major population zone. Usually this would be the place where his parents and siblings would come for hiking trips and average what not. However the events that had come to pass could no longer considered 'average'.

After some confusion and gasps for breath, he quickly collapsed.

Wheeze

It would be a mere impossibility to understand what had caused this young man to run away from his former home. That is if the enormous mass of flesh and eyes (and Probably a little girl's mind somewhere in there too) were not there. The mass of flesh was almost too gigantic to describe, almost as if it wasn't meant for mere mortals to gaze upon its billions of eyes, smiles, claws, teeth, and an oddly shaped limb that only appeared to occasionally scream. These limbs shivered and shook, to the point of which it was nearly impossible to believe that such a thing, only moments before had not been there .

An instantaneous scream was emitted from the horrifying beast. At first it seemed like a whisper. Then a growl. Now an eardrum puncturing boom.

"GYYVV MIIIIEEE BBACKK MII DOOGIIII"

"FSTELSIEN FISTIALITA AHHOORA!!!"

"TELE TELLE ELEKIII LIII LII TEE!!!"

Then another blast of air pelted poor Luiz with assorted debris. The creature appeared to be growing in size.

When inquired about it, many other believed that perhaps this was part of some art installation or something. However as the mass of flesh began to grow, many began to wonder what sort of maniac would install such a disturbing piece of art in the middle of the city ?

Doubts were soon quelled when the UIU was called. Of course this meant that the higher ups up in Washinton D.C have taken notice (and perhaps an even bigger organization had taken notice).

No, apparently there was reports of unusual crop growths were reported.

But now, now this was. Something else. With every growl, every movement the creature made, glass was heard shattering, screams could be faintly heard.

Even worse when the creature screamed, an impulsion buried within every creature could be felt, an impulse to scream, to cry, to feel the sense of loss and anger that one may feel when losing a loved one.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAYAYAIIIIIIIII!"

The last thing poor poor Luiz Castillo saw before he blacked out was a helicopter, a blinding light, and a bunch of people in bullet vests.

"This is Commander Clarence: Reporting: There is one injured civilian within the vicinity, preparing to amnestisize"

"Sir, I believe that he is bleeding from his ears, and due to the side effects of this specific Amnestic, I believe that it would not the correct course of action"

"Then what are we supposed to do ?"

"FIIGGGTYYHHIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Alright, Terry get the kid to safety, Everyone, put on your head phones"

"Please, please nice little 'Hoomans' where is my dooggi ?"

"Sir, I believe that during Incident-XXX-0, over 35 civilians were injur-"

"let me guess, its because you asshats did not see a huge fucking tentacle monster erupting in the middle of one of the most densely populated areas on the FUCKING PLANET all because you were not paying attention.", exclaimed the fuming Director Felix.

"No sir, we believe that the entity had several antimemetic properties-", Assistant Director Jamie meekly replied.

"Im cutting you off there, jeez I swear if I spend another minute with you all"

"To be fair, I believe that you also did not take notice of the SCP object either"

"Its because I am here filing FUCKING PAPERWORK for you guys and your fucking 'Science adventures' "

Assistant Director Jaime excited the office. His face grimaced in frustration.

"Will you all never stop being such bureaucratic assholes and just do your fucking jobs"

Life at the foundation was always tough, however due some recent complications. It had become worse. Much much worse.

Description: SCP-XXX appears to be a large mass of flesh occupying 10% of the area formerly known as "Los Angeles, [DATA EXPUNGED]

Jesus Christ, how in the hell did no one see this…thing out in the middle of the streets ?

In order to conceal SCP-XXX several Thaumiel-Class SCPs are to used to construct a facility large enough to conceal SCP-XXX above ground.

Where the fuck would they get Thaumiel Class SCPs ? Does the Foundation even have any SCPs that can build like that ?

The whole population of Los Angeles California will need to be amnestisized in order to prevent a "Lifted Veil" Scenario.

How in the living hell would they do that ?

Temporary Provisional Site-32 Director Felix Dolores typed away at his computer. Occasionally he would open a file labeled, "Family and Friends" of course due to a tight schedule he would only be able to hover over the file folder and reminisce over long nearly forgotten times.

Lining his desk were a bunch of unfilled paperwork, empty pens, sticky notes with reminders all over them, and a faded plastic flower given to him on his birthday.

"Fucking giant tentacle monsters"

He muttered to himself in anger. The fucking egg heads over at the other sites must be laughing their asses off with this FUCK UP.

"Fucking Dog Posters"

SCP-XXX is refers to a series of crudely made public announcement posters that have appeared throughout the former area of Los Angeles, [DATA EXPUNGED].

"Fuck it all"

Director Felix presided to bury himself in his work, and resigned himself to his desk. He did not want to think much of anything more due to the "Level 5 Memetic inoculation" which caused severe migraines, and nausea.

"Just give me the fucking sunglasses"

"Rough night last night ?"

"No, shit, I have over 15 levels of memetic inoculation, and the ability to survive FUCKING psychic attacks, and right now the only thing protecting you from that thing is me, so shut up and give me the sunglasses"

"I don't think that's how it works",

"Just Give me the fucking sunglasses",

"Okay, Fine",

"I am here to fix everything, every fucking thing here that You fucked up",

"Okay, then what's the plan"

"The O5s want to erase everyone's memory, replace them, and make sure we Ethically re assume everyone's lives in a new location"

"So uh, how do we manage that ?"

"Thats what I am here for"

@ @@

"Hello noice lddle hoooman"

"I Heerd you speeking about the nice liddle boy "

This is Agent Alvarez reporting from-
-GAH FUCKING DAMMIT
There is no fucking way, no way.
well, this recording is useless
<End Log, PM Western Time>

Agent Alvarez put down his cellular device. As an Agent of the Foundation he was tasked with locating a specific rouge SCP entity. However as his current situation showed, he had completely failed.

<STATIC>

"Why, why, why, why !!!", Screamed Agent Alvarez as the bars on his phone got increasingly smaller, and smaller and, smaller.

Well, if you guys find this I have a few messages for my sister, mother, and little brother-
Oh, and don't forget……

The Phone's signal suddenly went up, giving Alvarez hope that perhaps he might get rescued.

HELLO, HELLO !
IS SOMEONE ON THE OTHER SIDE !!
Hello ?, is……

Oh, it must be some glitch or something. What was he thinking, getting trapped in some other dimension, and then thinking the Foundation had the assets to get one measly person out of that said dimension. Alvarez sat down on what seemed to be green grass. He admired the serene look of the place, and how quiet and peaceful everything seemed to be. There seemed to be a soothing buzzing emanating from somewhere. Afar in the distance there appeared to be some from of tree in the distance. Alvarez picked himself up an began to trot himself down to the solitary tree. He glanced up to see the pastel covered sky, it had shades of pink and light green.

"what a place to die, I guess", said Alvarez

HELLO ?, WHO IS ON THIS FREQUENCY ?

That Voice suddenly perked up Agent Alvarez.

Yes, yes this is Agent Alvar-

Hey, who's this ?, how come you're on this frequency, and in Facet 12 ?

This imediately ticked off Alvarez that something was very clearly off.

Hello, I have no idea where I am

Sir, or Maddam I am afraid you are trespassing on illegal property I am afraid I may ask you to leave

Elsewhere a creature raises it's apendage, it sighs in exsaperation.

Hello, I said, I have no Idea where I am, I require asistance in leaving this area

That voice.. it sounds familiar.

Hang on, Ill get you out

The creature puts on it's garmets, and proceeded to enter a lightly transculent pod.

WRRRRRR WRRR WOOORBBBB

Dr. Felix Dolores stood in a field of corn. A breeze carried through the crops. Everything felt wrong, the corn seemed to have a slight purple hue, the sky's pastel green color effectively told the Ethics Committee Advisor that this wasn't earth anymore.

A sweeping frustration buried within him began to boil over.

"GAH FUCK !, FUCKING SON OF A -"

"_{^{I've heard of people like you}}", a small voice remarked.

"_{^{I wonder why you aren't affected… like the other}}", it inquired.

Dr. Dolores turned to face, the thing. He could clearly make out the form of a small girl. he knew how these types of beings worked, and what it wanted, or why it wanted him.

"_{^{Why can't I read your mind, why can't I see you}} ?"

He knew it, it… it did'nt know yet. Thank god those medications are working now.

"What do you want ?", asked Dolores tentatively.

The Pounding migraines only began to get worse, but having been living 5 years in a splitting headache had prepared the Doctor for what was to come. All friends and family lost, all for this moment exactly, the foundation in all of its beuracracy and frustrating methodology had finnaly paid off. Here in this moment, Felix could stand up to the being resposible for all of this.

"_{^{WAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA}}", Screamed the poor creature as it could hardly ever understand what was happening.

"You don't understand do you ?", asked the Ethics Commitee Advisor.

"You scream because you are scared, or because you don't know, huh",

"_{^{Are, are you one, of them ?}}", asked the child

Bedtime stories of monsters, mere ants in the eyes of the Royal Family of Tyxpotl Utiluglub yet even more in the eyes of the Grandest Daughter of Maritax'Ly. Still, this .. being quivered at the sight of a mere human, it couldn't feel, it couldn't see the secrets of this "Hooman". Tales of mere ants being able to contain creatures more massive and more dangerous than anything and anyone who Oanʎtc'Xyz Ftƃhy ever knew. Then again, the metaphor for ants was never the best idea, nor the most sound, as these little creatures had bounds of more time to develop.

As they saw the massive creature, they moved to cover it, they didn't see someone, something inside, they just locked it up in hopes of never letting it go. That was the true horror of the foundation. She could scream for her parents all she wanted, but they would never come, too afraid to even set foot in this reality, even those who scream will not tread here, for the Foundation weill come and take them away and bury them.

"Depends on Who you are talking about", replied the now even more curious doctor

"_{^{Them, they the ants whom lock up monsters beyond any scope and meter they can measure….}}", replied the form

"And you said, 'You cant read me', what does that mean ?", asked the Doctor as his curiosity was piqued

"_{^^ I feel, I-I I don't feel what you-you feel Its like I r-read minds^^}"

Ah, well that makes sense, the good doctors at Medical Site -Omega-Xhi made sure of that.

"OhFuckohFuckohfucksonofafuckwherethefuckdidhegoholyshitwherethefuck", Screamed Assistant Director Jamie.

Seeing your boss being swallowed alive by an enormous eldritch zooologically dubious creature must do wonders for someone's emotional well being.

"Calm down, Jesus, Doctor Felix's curse words must have really rubbed off on you", replied Dr. Elsen

"Okay …. okay it's just, just", gasped Jamie

Dr. Karina Elsen looked angrily at the hyperventalating Director, her patience nearing it's end.

"Just, what ?"

"Remember that kid ?"

"Yeah"

"I think that…. thing, also took it"
-----——

It has been cold, freezing cold, the little girl said it was going to be okay. However it was freezing, and it felt like some warmth had been coming from his sweater, yet it was fading.

"¿Fsyt'l Keep's Fll'sttt Xetlco coo troo ? ", the former form of Luiz spoke.

Hello, is anyone here ?, Hello ? Hellooo ?

"KAN KRIII KRRI LLLEEE AAAAA TOTTP'XTTFETDTT", Spoke the from of another

What is it that you wish my child ?

"!!Retco retco abba loo ??",

Where, were am I ?

"In the wastes of the long forgotten minds of

"They say if you look upon the stars, stare upon the constellation of The Screaming "Hooman", etched upon the ceiling of the sky, where my sisters, my brothers once roamed free among the cosmos. They say if you look upon the blue orb that holds life far more puny than you could ever imagine, that is the home of the man in pain, the man who lost his family, yet gave more so in return, in their terms of "Doggo" or in our terms, a relic of an old and dead god, whom his form is now long dead, even those who yell his existence in the stars may quiver. The man who's generosity gave us back our beloved."

"There among the stars in between unfathomable horrors and the mind numbing buzz of the stars lay the home of our fallen our brethren whom they gave back, Fztyol'm Fee'aa Fgrw's Ztilly no co co rue Naeeee Yrpg Morthith Frizt fyg fyg yan tho merg poititititi cah"

"Yet in our terms of death they may not falter, for the screams of the dead remain, and yet even more of us are here, ready in wait for their arrival."

"Nebulous in speak, yet clear in our minds clear as the soup of words that settle onto your mouths, the scream repulsion we revere for such beings, who seek out a living in their corner of the cosmos, crying, singing, living eating, breathing"

"Fuck, none of that made sense"

[[footnoteblock]]

Shit to do

The National Organisation for the Eradiction of Non-Anomalous People
or the NOENAP
**Mr Were and Mr. remeber*
Hello all and welcome
"A tree that makes you hallucinate about fall"
"Demonic Ducks"

overandover overandoverandover

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