I have a second junkyard now. I didn't know it was actually possible to exceed the character limit on a Wikidot page.
- The Hand That Can
- Antiaxiom
- Gone Today, Here Tomorrow
- Hecatoncheir
- An Unstoppable Force, An Immovable Object
- Please Sit Elsewhere
- Spicy Jim's Spicy Gym
- Reality Restructurer
- Be Still, My Beating Heart (TALE)
- SCP-3049 Tale (TALE)
- The Secret (SCP)
- Irresistible Salt Lamp(SCP-J)
- God Is Hellbent On Burning Your Taint
- Helix(SCP)
- Boiling Darkness(SCP)
- Narrative Seizure (HUB)
- Ramblings
- To Preserve Their Story(SCP)
- The Reality of A Dream(SCP)
- The Compendium of Knowledge (SCP)
- Causation of Creation
- Ramblings
- Project Proposal 2024-606
- Humble Beginnings (TALE)
- Conclusion
- Lämp(SCP-J)
- EoD Tale
- Wailing Sunflowers (SCP)
- Hexalepsy
- What is this, a Foundation for ants? (SCP)
- Macaroni (SCP)
- Somnambulant Directives (SCP)
- An Addictive Personality (SCP)
- Narrative Split (SCP)
- Robeeo and Juliant
- Meta Idols (SCP? TALE?)
- A Joke (SCP)
- The Tunnels (SCP)
- Fairies in a Trenchcoat (SCP)
- You (SCP)
- Cold and Unforgiving (SCP)
- Random Stuff
- Generated Ideas
- GAW
- Serpent's Hand
- Visceral Horror
- Starmothers
- Pulling Yourself Up By Your Bootstraps
- Monster Girls SCP Fuel
- List of Tools
- Parapsychology Division (HUB)
- ParaPsy
- My ParaPsy Ramblings
- Sojourn Souljourn (TALE)
- And Another Thing... (SCP)
- Feel The Desire(SCP)(V3)
- FTD Tags
- Athazagoraphobia(TALE)
- Without Purpose(TALE)
- Unremarkable Entry(SCP)
- Running Out of Time (SCP)
- It Tore Your Heart Out (SCP)
- Bones of the Earth (SCP
- Black Queen
- The Wheel Is Turning Forever (SCP)
- Lemniscology (GOI)
- Ideas By Liam
- The Logic Gate
- Burnout (SCP)
Item #: SCP-2824
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2824 resides in a large cubical room, measuring approximately 200 feet on all sides. The room is to be stocked with all materials necessary ahead of time.
Description: SCP-2824 is a disembodied hand, appearing to be severed at the wrist. SCP-2824 has no blood and no notable visual signs of being cut off. SCP-2824 is inorganic in nature, feeling like plastic or rubber rather than flesh. Despite all this, SCP-2824 still looks and functions exactly like a human hand.
The anomalous properties of SCP-2824 are that it is capable of carrying out any task it is instructed to, even if said task is deemed impossible. It's only limitations are that it cannot create material out of thin air, and must seek it out if asked to build or make something.
SCP-2824 will go to any means to acquire the materials necessary to create something, even if said thing resides on another planet, in the void of space, in the extremes of Earth's surface and atmosphere, or inside of a living organism.
SCP-2824 will always return to the person that has instructed it and carry out the task it is assigned in front of them.
All attempts to destroy or contain SCP-2824 have failed. Once instructed to do something, nothing can prevent SCP-2824 from completing it's task. Both while active and inactive, SCP-2824 is completely indestructible.
Below is a transcript of all tasks SCP-2824 has been instructed to carry out.
Task 1
Assignment: The hand was instructed to create a paper airplane.
Result: The hand was supplied with a piece of paper which it then folded into a paper airplane.
Knowledge gained: The hand knows what a paper airplane is, and how to make one.
Task 2
Assignment: The hand was instructed to type it's name on a provided computer.
Result: The hand opened the computer, opened up a notepad document, and typed: "THE HAND THAT CAN" This name has been designated the official name of SCP-2824.
Knowledge gained: SCP-2824 has a name and knows it well.
Task 3
Assignment: The hand was instructed to build a house.
Result: The hand was provided one metric tonne of wood, several gallons of paint, several gallons of grout, a large number of bricks, several panes of glass, pre-built furniture and appliances, assorted cutting tools, paintbrushes and rollers, and a grout float. The hand took the materials it was provided and built a house in front of the Foundation personnel. The house was one story tall, with three bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a small backyard.
Knowledge gained: The hand holds some degree of preference over what it is instructed to make if not specified EXACTLY what to do. Sentience of the hand is under question.
Task 4
Assignment: The hand was instructed to create a functioning living cell from a dead body.
Result: The hand was provided a cadaver. From it's body, it extracted the necessary ingredients needed to make a cell. It put together the protein, carbohydrates, lipids, and atoms on the spot and created a living cell with a genetic code. The area in which the hand worked was scanned under an electron microscope until the living cell could be found and extracted. The cell was found to be identical to a human skin cell, complete with all organelles necessary, but the DNA found in it did not match the DNA of any known species.
Knowledge gained: The hand knows what a living cell is and how to make one. It is not a cheater, and will do the task it is assigned entirely by it's own means, without using anything pre-made (noted in it's refusal to simply take a pre-made cell from the cadaver's body.) It understands how to sequence a new genetic code for an organism that has not existed yet in the history of the universe.
Task 5
Assignment: The hand was instructed to create a means of energy-efficient teleportation. (to allow Foundation personnel to quickly teleport around the Foundation and get places quicker.)
Result: As materials needed for teleportation devices could not be predicted, the hand was allowed to leave the Foundation on close watch. It returned periodically over the course of 3 months with a variety of mechanical contraptions and rare materials. At the end of its resource-collecting phase, it stopped in front of the Foundation personnel who had instructed it and built a hand-held teleporter out of all the resources, proudly handing it over to them. The personnel strapped the device to their wrist and inputted some coordinates to a specific location about 5 feet away, and activated the device. The personnel let out a scream of anguish, and approximately 2 seconds later, a showering of dust appeared out of thin air five feet away and dissipated through the air and on to the ground. A sample of the dust was collected and it was shown to contain elements matching all those found in a human body. No living cells or DNA could be found. The teleporter appears to work, but reduces all material travelling through it to their most basic of forms. The teleporter has been placed under study, and has been barred from use of all Foundation personnel.
Knowledge gained: The hand can create devices previously thought to be impossible to create, such as teleportation. It may have some malicious intent, as it did not optimize the teleporter to teleport things in one piece. Sentience is still under question. The Foundation is considering re-classifying the hand as a Euclid, but will leave it as Safe for now.
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Item #: SCP-4000
Object Class: Apollyon. Neutralized.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4000 cannot be contained. It currently poses an FK-class self-sustaining paradox scenario and ultimately will cause the breakdown of reality as we know it. Proposed containment procedures include not thinking about SCP-4000, deleting it from the database and administering Class-A amnestics to the entire population of the world, SCP personnel included, but due to the axiomatic principles SCP-4000 cannot be contained.
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Description:
SCP-4000 cannot be described thoroughly as describing it will render it untrue. ███-████ can be described thoroughly because the axiomatic principles will make it true again. ███-████ is not the ██████████.
SCP-4000 is the antiaxiom. ███-████ is not the █████████. It is the inversion of axiomatic principles. An axiom is a statement that is taken to be true, to serve as a premise or starting point for further reasoning. In other words, an axiom is something that is self-evidently true, something that is and always will be. An █████ is a statement that is ███ taken to be ████ untrue, to never serve as a premise or starting point for further reasoning. In other words, an █████ is something that is self-evidently ████ untrue, something that is not and always will not be.
SCP-4000 is a memetic cognitohazardous principle that renders itself and all other things untrue.
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The axiomatic principles.
The antiaxiom.
Due to the nature of SCP-4000, it is and always will be true, and cannot be neutralized by any means. This poses a serious threat to the sanctity of reality as SCP-4000, due to its nature as the antiaxiom, renders all things including itself as false. This does not pose a serious threat to the sanctity of reality as due to its nature as the █████████ it does ███ render all things including itself ██true.If something can be called true, SCP-4000 will make it false. SCP-4000 is the entropy of concepts. ███-████ is not the entropy of concepts. If something can be called false, the axiomatic principles will make it true again. ███-████ does not pose a serious threat to the sanctity of reality. Due to its nature as the antiaxiom, it renders all things including itself as false. Due to the nature of SCP-4000, it is and always will be true, and cannot be neutralized by any means. This poses a serious threat to the sanctity of reality as the axiomatic principles will make it true again. SCP-4000 is the entropy of concepts. SCP-4000 is the breakdown of reality. ███-████ does not pose an ██-█████ ████-██████████ ███████ scenario. ███-████ is not a threat. ███-████ has not been reclassified to Apollyon. ███-████ is Neutralized. SCP-4000 has been reclassified as Apollyon.
SCP-4000 is the end of reality as we know it.
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a reality bender who has the ability to temporarily erase an object or concept from existence, including all memories and things directly related to it. these will reappear after the passage of 24 hours, but the memories pertaining to them will not return.
they can erase Anything, including people and abstract concepts, with a very tight limit: if there are over 1 million (0.0125% of the population) people who know about this object or concept and have memories of it, it cannot be erased.
when they delete a person from existence, it will delete everything that person ever made or influenced as well, including other people (such as, if the person had children and/or a wife, they will also be deleted.) UNLESS the reality bender focuses hard enough to delete just one person. in that case, a localized reality restructuring event will occur affecting all things related to that person, causing memories and real events to fill in the gaps and build a new reality where everything is the same but that person doesn't exist. this can be quite jarring, since that person will return to existence in 24 hours with all memory of them and everything they have ever made or influenced worked around and forgotten.
Alternate name: The Hundred-Handed One
this one could be like another one of those transported to an alternate reality scps
something to do with an anomalous cosmology depicting a man with a hundred arms holding a hundred worlds, one in each hand
might correlate to an Existing alternate reality
expedition logs involving dimension hopper scp team? if such a thing exists
and something to do with site-62 i think thats the extradimensional one
Item #: SCP-3646
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: All personnel are not to attempt to manipulate SCP-3646-B in any manner that would change its position or trajectory. Failing this, there are no containment procedures. It cannot be stopped by anything except for SCP-3646-A. The two objects are to be kept in a 5 x 5 meter observational chamber with ample lighting and proper ventilation, and are permitted to be observed or experimented with so long as the above conditions regarding SCP-3464-B are met.
Description:
SCP-3646 refers to a collection of two extradimensional objects (designated SCP-3646-A and SCP-3646-B) that manifested seemingly spontaneously in a previously unused wing of Site 62, locked in an endless struggle against one another. Upon discovery, their aforementioned containment chamber was constructed and experimentation begun.
SCP-3646-A is a black, (presumably) 4th dimensional object with an infinite mass, fixed at a point in space about 3 feet off the ground. To call it a cube would be inaccurate; in actuality, it is a tesseract, an object with 6 cubes as its faces. This object cannot be manipulated in any way, resisting any change in position without fail. It is also seemingly indestructible, being unharmed by any means of destruction, and potentially eternal, as it has remained in the same space since its discovery and has not changed.
In addition to its 4th dimensional qualities, SCP-3646-A appears to exude an aura of negative energy around it. Any object making contact with SCP-3646-A will instantaneously become inert, its temperature dropping to a previously impossible measure of absolute zero, or 0 Kelvin, and loses all function. Objects may be removed from SCP-3646-A so long as the apparatus used to do so does not accidentally touch SCP-3646-A in the process. Any object removed from SCP-3646-A will very slowly heat back up to its original temperature, but will retain its loss of any functions it had prior, unless it makes contact with SCP-3646-B.
SCP-3646-B is a white object presumably also of 4th dimensional origin with a mass of zero that is also fixed at a point in space about 3 feet off the ground, but only due to the presence of SCP-3646-A. Like SCP-3646-A, it is also a tetrahedron. (blah blah write more stuff. it has an infinite speed and does the opposite thing of SCP-3646-A. it brings stuff back to life if its got touched by SCP-3646-A and if it hasn't it increases its temperature to infinity and the molecules vibrate so quickly that they instantly vanish from existence. basically its only useful function is counteracting the effect of SCP-3646-A. otherwise it will instantly incinerate anything that touches it and remove it from existence.)
flesh out this shit
A chair that cannot be sat upon and can and will alter reality to make sure no object, living or otherwise, ever sits on it. It was built to ONLY be used by its creator's wife but she died shortly after it was crafted, and so the chair can now no longer be sat upon by anyone or anything.
Item #: SCP-2253
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2253 is to be kept under close watch by the SCP Foundation. SCP personnel are permitted to enter the restaurant, but only with an extraction team waiting outside. All civilians are to be barred from entry. SCP-2253-1 is not to be permitted to leave SCP-2253 and is to be provided with required food, water, and entertainment until further notice.
Description: SCP-2253 is a restaurant located in Ontario, Canada, going under the name of "Spicy Jim's Spicy Gym." The restaurant was opened in 1975. The restaurant appears to be an ordinary restaurant, albeit with the inclusion of a gym.
SCP-2253-1 refers to a seemingly 33 year old man going by the name "Spicy Jim." SCP-2253-1 is the owner of the restuarant. Any queries towards SCP-2253-1's true name and past have been withheld by SCP-2253-1. DNA tests have come up with no results. Despite the restaurant itself being founded in 1975, locals have reported no signs of Spicy Jim ever aging.
All food served at SCP-2253 is spicy. It is unknown through what means this spice is achieved, as it contains no traces of capsaicin or any other substance that could cause the sensation of spiciness. According to SCP-2253-1, the spiciness of his food is meant as motivation to work out at the gym. Each treadmill has a glass of milk sitting on it, which is meant to encourage customers who have just eaten SCP-2253's food to run towards it and cool their mouth. However, the credibility of SCP-2253-1's words are under scrutiny as the milk is just as spicy as all other food in SCP-2253, and simply amplifies the effect.
All objects entering SCP-2253 become spicy, at varying rankings on the Scoville scale. SCP-2253-1 himself has also been found to be spicy. His skin rates a 20,000,000 on the Scoville scale, much higher than the spiciest known chemical.
It is unclear whether the restaurant or SCP-2253-1 is what causes the spiciness effect. The effect is only apparent when SCP-2253-1 is within SCP-2253. When both are separate, neither carries the effect.
Extraction teams are necessary to recover personnel from SCP-2253 as the spiciness within the restaurant will render them unable to function on their own, especially after consuming served food.
An interview regarding SCP-2253 and SCP-2253-1's founding of it is below.
Interview conducted by Dr. Viridian.
Dr. Viridian: Hello, SCP-2253-1, how are you today? My name's Dr. Viridian, and I'm here to ask you a few questions, regarding you and SCP-2253.
SCP-2253-1: Ask away, ma'am.
Dr. Viridian: Alright, first question. When did you begin to notice your ability to make anything spicy?
SCP-2253-1: I never noticed it 'fore opening up Spicy Jim's Spicy Gym.
Dr. Viridian: Interesting. Next question, can you tell me anything about your past?
SCP-2253-1: 'Fraid not, ma'am.
Dr. Viridian: Is there any particular reason for this?
SCP-2253-1: None in particular, there just isn't really any past for me to be tellin'.
Dr. Viridian: I see. How far back can you recall your life?
SCP-2253-1: Let's see… hm… well, I'll be darned. I can't seem to remember anything 'fore opening up my spicy gym.
Dr. Viridian: Noted. Now, just one last thing. Do you feel any pain or remorse for the people who previously ate at your restaurant?
SCP-2253-1: Yes ma'am. I feels real bad for them and their poor burning mouths. Ain't never had that happen to me. I trys to help them, but nothing seems to work. They always run out screaming, or have to be carried out, or even worse, die, but hey, money's money.
Dr. Viridian: I see. Well, that will conclude our interview for today, SCP-2253-1. Thank you for your information.
SCP-2253-1: No prob, Bob.
Item #: SCP-2957
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2957 is to be kept sealed in a vault lined with 10 inches of lead, 3 miles below the surface of Site 62. It is not to be accessed at any time. The entrance to the vault is to be guarded heavily at all times by at least a dozen guardsl. Any SCP personnel who press the button are to be terminated upon discovery.
Description: SCP-2957 is a machine capable of restructuring all of reality. The device consists of a digital monitor, a keyboard, and a large red button marked with a depiction of an atom. When the button is pressed, a new reality with an indeterminate amount of differences separating it from the old one is created. The old reality is stored as a backup inside the database of SCP-2957. Realities can be loaded, deleted, saved, and created.
Loading a backup reality will overwrite the current reality. This will render the reality irretrievable unless saved beforehand. It is unknown how SCP-2957 is able to store many realities worth of information, nor how it is able to produce them in the first place. These abilities should break the laws of physics, but they are able to be performed regardless.
Deleting or overwriting a reality will cause SCP-2957 to become “agitated.” The machine will refuse to work for anybody for irregular periods after realities have been destroyed. Additionally, any individuals coming from the deleted or overwritten reality, such as individuals who pressed the button that created the current reality, will be erased from existence.
SCP-2957 contains a possibly infinite amount of realities in its database. It is unclear which reality is the “original” reality, if ever there was such a thing. Despite heavy guarding, at irregular periods a new reality will be created seemingly from nothing. The cause of these new realities has been traced to reality-hoppers from realities stored on backup in SCP-2957’s database. This discovery has led to the conclusion that while backup realities can be accessed through SCP-2957, they actually continue to exist elsewhere, possibly in a pocket dimension.
It is unclear where SCP-2957 gets its power, though it is thought that SCP-2957 runs on the basis of belief. Anybody who believes that the machine can truly restructure reality will create a new reality when pressing the button. Tests have been run on individuals who do not believe in the powers of SCP-2957 with mixed results. Almost invariably, when pressing the button, individuals who do not believe in SCP-2957’s ability will not create a new reality. A couple of individuals who reportedly did not believe in SCP-2957, however, were able to create a new reality immediately after seeing the machine in person.
Attempts to communicate with SCP-2957 using its keyboard have been made, with no success. The only function of the attached keyboard is to name saved realities and rename backup realities, for ease of access. SCP-2957 holds no sentience. The changes made in each reality are made entirely randomly.
A tale about someone affected by an anomaly that makes their heart beat way fast.
Could look up an SCP that is based on or affects hearts and make the tale about that.
I just felt like I could make a good subversion of the title and end with the subject dying or something, either because their heart is beating Too Fast or because it listened and stopped when they told it to.
Title pending.
This will be a tale about an alien culture and their theology, developing from its birth to its death via a grey-goo scenario, ending in someone enjoying a nice apple pie.
It will illustrate the life and death of an entire universe created by SCP-3049, all for a pie.
The society will become knowledgable of their existence trapped within a box and will develop a theology based on the figure they can see outside of their universe.
Item #: SCP-4000
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
SCP-4000 refers to an area located underneath geographic coordinates 0°N 0°E1, at a depth of 4,940 meters below sea level. The area is large underground chamber hollowed out underneath the sea bed. Potassium-argon dating has determined the age of this chamber and all objects located within to be an estimated 1 billion years old.
Within the chamber are a number of anomalous objects, the most notable of which is SCP-4000-1.
SCP-4000-1 takes the form of a large black cube, with dimensions measuring 10x10x10 meters. This object is covered in circuitry, and appears to have at one point possessed a padlock on each of its 6 faces. At time of recovery, 3 out of 6 padlocks were missing, and the corresponding side of SCP-4000-1 was solid black.
Standing next to SCP-4000-1 is a tall statue, approximately 12 meters in height, that depicts a person of indeterminate sex, ethnicity, and nationality. This statue has been designated SCP-4000-2. SCP-4000-2 appears nude, and possesses a featureless face and featureless body. It is made entirely out of a white substance that cannot be traced to any known chemical compounds or elements. Additionally, each of the statues hands are held open with the palm facing up. At time of recovery, one palm was filled with a number of objects that have been designated SCP-4000-3.
Item #: SCP-L4MP-J
Object Class: Delicious Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-L4MP-J is impossible to contain because I just can't resist the temptation to lick it to be kept away from Dr. Dimitri at all times because frankly it's just unsettling when he gets near that thing.
Description: SCP-L4MP-J is the most delicious salt lamp in the world an ordinary salt lamp we bought from Hot Topic last week. It exhibits a visual cognitohazard that causes Dr. Dimitri to uncontrollably lick it upon sight. These attempts will continue regardless of what restraining measures are taken against Dr. Dimitri until he gives up from overexertion. We don't know why this effect occurs but I'm pretty sure it's because it's fucking delicious Dr. Dimitri is just a weirdo who doesn't know how to keep his mouth off of things.
Addendum 1: Don't kinkshame me in my own laboratory! SCP-L4MP-J is very delicious, in spite of what Dr. Charles is trying to say. But don't try to lick it yourself cause it's completely covered in my saliva already, sorry. - Dr. Dimitri
Addendum 2: A note to all personnel working at Site-19: please don't buy any more salt lamps. They may be pretty and they supposedly calm your nerves, but honestly I think that's just placebo. Plus, I'd much rather deal with being a little over-stressed than witness Dr. Dimitri licking those things. He gets really into it. - Dr. Charles
A SCP for MaliceAforethought's Challenge.
Tags:
corrosive
light
meteorogical
Brainstorming:
A weather phenomenon that causes the heat of the sun to intensify in a certain area, to a corrosive degree?
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is currently contained at Site-95, suspended between an array of Scranton Reality Anchors. Power is to be supplied constantly to the Scranton Reality Anchors to maintain containment of SCP-XXXX. If at any time Helix Events resume, power must be re-supplied to Site-95 within the month.
The chamber in which SCP-XXXX is contained must be lined with approximately 40 centimeters of lead to prevent any harmful effects caused by the gamma radiation released in Helix Events. Personnel are to wear radiation suits when entering the chamber of SCP-XXXX.
Should SCP-XXXX be removed from containment, MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") is to be deployed immediately. A tracking device has been applied to the shell of SCP-XXXX. In the event the tracking device has been removed, the Foundation will monitor all gamma radiation bursts around the globe in an attempt to triangulate SCP-XXXX's location.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a fossilized ammonite shell of the order Agoniatitida. Potassium-argon dating has shown that the fossil is older than any other known fossil in the Ammonoidea subclass of cephalopods, at an estimated 416 million years old.
Approximately once per month, SCP-XXXX experiences an event that has been tentatively designated as a "Helix Event," outlined further in Addendum 1.
SCP-XXXX was discovered by archaeologists in Maine on 03/12/████. SCP-XXXX underwent a Helix Event during initial discovery, the effects of which were documented in Addendum 2. Following this event, the anomaly came to the attention of the SCP Foundation, who were able to successfully secure SCP-XXXX.
Testing with SCP-XXXX has shown that its anomalous effects appear to be cancelled by the use of Scranton Reality Anchors. Containment procedures have since been updated to reflect this discovery.
Addendum 1: During a Helix Event, SCP-XXXX rises approximately 5 meters off of the ground and begins glowing with a pattern greatly resembling the Helix Nebula. After approximately 5 seconds, a burst of gamma radiation exudes off of the shell of SCP-XXXX and an event occurs at a seemingly random location on the planet. The event results in a significant decrease in the Hume level of the affected area, which can have drastic negative effects on the local reality.
SCP-XXXX went improperly contained for a period of approximately 6 months during testing. During this time, a total of six Helix Events occurred, documented in Addendum 2, along with the initial Helix Event recorded in SCP-XXXX's discovery. It is unknown at this time how many Helix Events may have occurred prior to the containment of SCP-XXXX.
Addendum 2: Documented below is a list of recorded Helix Events.Location | Effect | Containment |
---|---|---|
California, United States | The entire population of California suffered spontaneous cardiac arrest. | Medical aid was sent in by the Foundation and the entire state was amnesticized following recovery. Documentation of the event was seized and destroyed. |
Kraków, Poland | Residents of Kraków, Poland reported the sight of a pod of blue whales (Balaenoptera musculus) suspended at an altitude estimated at 1 kilometer in the sky. | Amnestics were administered to the town of Kraków, Poland. The blue whales were removed from their position in the sky and released into the sea. Documentation of the event was seized and destroyed. |
Sacramento, Minas Gerais, Brazil | Half of the population of Sacramento, Minas Gerais, suddenly switched minds. | Amnestics were administered to the population of Sacramento, Minas Gerais, followed by hallucinogenics that caused them to believe that nothing had occurred. Documentation of the event was seized and destroyed. |
Palm Beach, Florida, United States | Residents of Palm Beach, Florida reported the sound of "angry bees" coming from the ocean. No other adverse effects were noted. | Amnestics were administered to the population of Palm Beach, Florida. Documentation of the event was seized and destroyed. |
Gothenburg, Sweden | The entire city of Gothenburg, Sweden became flipped upside down. | The event reversed itself approximately one day later. Residents reported no abnormalities. Documentation of the event from outside viewers was seized and destroyed. |
Kratovo, Russia | The settlement of Kratovo, Russia mysteriously vanished, leaving a crater in its place. | Kratovo, Russia reappeared approximately 1 week following its disappearance. Residents reported having been to "an alien world." Amnestics and hallucinogenics were administered in order to convince the population that nothing had occurred. Documentation of the event was seized and destroyed. |
Australia | The entire country of Australia spontaneously appeared, altering the geography of Earth and all world maps. | Amnestics and hallucinogenics were administered to the entire population of Earth, including Australian citizens, in order to convince them that Australia had always existed. |
an anomaly affecting some rural town where they're surrounded by some kind of darkness
anyone who enters this darkness vanishes immediately with the sound of sizzling
in the day time everything looks normal for some reason and there is no darkness to eat them
they keep their lights on all the time and if they dim the lights in their houses too much it starts to hurt and if they turn off the lights completely, they vanish
they can use flashlights and lamps at night to go out into the darkness but its dangerous and its like, completely black blackness, they cant even see the outlines of stuff
the darkness is actually an extension of an extradimensional beings stomach into our dimension
its flesh is completely black and dissolves immediately in the light, hence why it acts like darkness and only appears at night
The curtains rise on a lonely stage.
A girl sits idly in a chair, next to a fireplace.
Her bleary eyes stare unseeing into a mug of hot cocoa, quietly sipping.
You never should have woken her up. She was sleeping peacefully, and you took that from her.
Now we're all paying the price.
In a world that doesn't make sense, where the idea of consistency no longer exists, what purpose is there to life? The answer to such a complicated question is quite simple, in her eyes.
"Simply, to tell a story."
The girl sits up straight as another figure strolls into the room.
Their wry smile shines bright against the dim light of the fire.
"But what story will you tell?"
They ask, draping themselves over the girl.
"We'll tell a story of humble beginnings. Or as much of a beginning as we can find. We'll tell a story of meaning, and purpose. A story of the misery of creation, and a desire for recognition."
As she speaks, the room around her changes, the walls effortlessly molding to suit the whimsy of her mind, like Play-Doh in a child's hands.
"We'll go on a journey together, on a roller-coaster of spiraling madness, leveling out into existential dread and the understanding that the universe is cruel and life means nothing. We'll journey until we understand that none of that matters, and the best we can do is be remembered."
The other frowns.
"But, we don't have to accept the truth. Frankly, I don't like your pessimistic attitude! Why don't we tell a story about me instead?"
And so the story begins.
Tales:
Related Documentation:
- Insert here.
Because every hub needs one.
Various stories that seem unrelated (like Starmothers, Pulling Yourself Up By Your Bootstraps, etc.) will be told by Kay in an attempt to seize Meredith's narrative. The basic concept for these ideas came from Terri's Compendium.
idea: what if Kay was actually the first dreamer and Meredith is really mad that their story overshadows hers and she tries to fuck up Kay's story
its a story of two reality benders trying to sabotage each other's stories for recognition from the world
the twist is that meredith is the direct reason for why kay is the way they are
her fucking up their story resulted in them having to pull themselves up by their bootstraps and becoming an entity of general chaos
also kays original name might be Kay Viridian, so that they can be Agent Viridian, the character who gets involved with the causation of creation crew that Meredith was in
i just have to figure out how agent viridian defects from the foundation to become an anartist and makes meredith really mad
this making meredith mad is probably what causes them to kill kay and use their body as a puppet in her art
also i might make meredith pardi the true main character of causation of creation instead of maureen
which means i would have to retroactively edit "Tension" a bit even though its already up on the main site
just to change what the unnamed woman says when phillip asks her what kind of art she makes
shes a stagemaster who wants to tell a story and give people meaning and shes mad that kay is overshadowing the play shes trying to put on with the world
Meredith found the dead bodies of a group of Foundation personnel and read their name tags to discover that they were former members of the Parapsychology Division. She now uses their bodies as puppets for her plays. I don't know yet where she found them all or how they died.
Meredith finds Agent Biv at some point, whilst he's investigating their apartment, and with the help of someone else in the party, kills him. She then adds him to her cast.
Meredith and her mom were in an accident related to an SCP (not 682, 173, or 096 because those are all overdone. I'll find an interesting one.) Her mom died in the accident, and Meredith managed to slip through the cracks and avoid amnesticization somehow. Meredith blames the Jailors for her mother's death.
Maureen Saffins is a double agent for the Foundation, working with Agent Biv. That's why all her art is mostly mundane and fake-deep.
At some point, probably at like the end of the story, after she's retreated into the fantasy world the Compendium provided her and Kay, Meredith meets up with Lysandra and Ephret and asks them if they would have liked to be her adopted parents in life. They tell her that what they want is entirely up to what she wants them to want. So if she wants them to be her adopted parents, they will. Meredith smiles and takes both of their hands and they walk off into Something (sunset, explosion, bright light, etc.) and disappear. Somewhere in the realm of reality, a flatline monitor beeps. And somewhere in a liminal space between the realms of dreams and reality, an imaginary friend quietly fades away.
Tale: A Pinch of The Bridge of The Nose.
A tale about a significant disaster that is being treated like a minor annoyance. Possibly the end of Series 1.
Tale and/or SCP:
the concept from my dream "the heck" in my logs folder sounds like something that would be neat to use for narrative seizure
I like that thing some authors do where they include bits of original poetry / song lyrics at the bottom of a tale. So I'm going to do it too.
"I dreamed of a world so loud and bold,
that all the worries of days of old
would fade away peacefully, quiet and cold."
There's no right way to kill somebody. You just do it, and then they're gone.
"Somewhere in a liminal space between the realms of dreams and reality," (a line I will use to refer to Kay often.)
No one ever told us how we were meant to live our lives before we die, so why don't we live a lie?
"A story of wishful thinking. Of dreaming big, of being unable to wrangle your imagination, and the frustration that stems from an inability to create and express your thoughts to the masses. The struggle of a dreaming god to tell a story that all will hear."
One second, he had opened his mouth to speak. The next, his mouth — along with the rest of his head — was rolling across the floor.
"Hmm. Queer."
"Yes?" jested Kay, sitting up with a struggle.
"No, not you." shot Lysandra, returning to her inspection without a second thought.
Kay sunk quietly back down.
For whatever reason, anartists seemed to love publicizing their art expos. Agent Biv shook his head. He could understand wanting appreciation for your hard work, but what he couldn't understand was the fact that at almost every art expo, somebody got hurt. Were the anartists just that bad at their craft? No, the Foundation —or the Jailors, as many liked to call them — had interviewed many an anartist shortly following many a particularly bad display. Their motives were as unique as a brick in a wall — which was to say, not at all. Almost every one of them seemed to harbor some sort of malicious intent.
Agent Biv sighed and entered the campus on which the art expo was being held, going through all the formalities of purchasing a ticket and finding a seat. Once he was settled, he quietly slipped a bag of kettle corn out of his inner coat pocket. He never did understand why public gatherings always had rules against bringingfood in, if no one bothered to actually enforce them.
"The Jailors have always fascinated me. They're so dedicated to preserving what's 'normal' that they'll readily give up their lives, but do they even know what normal really is? Do they even understand that the world doesn't want to listen to their version of the story?"
"So. Mr…" Meredith paused and looked at the Agent's name tag.
"Mr. Jailor."
Why bother looking at the name tag if you're not going to call me by my name? thought Agent Biv.
"You'll make a fine addition to my cast, Mr. Jailor."
"Maureen Saffins. I hate you."
A smart— er, well-informed member of the Foundation would know that under no circumstances should you ever taunt a reality-bender.
Agent Saffins was not well-informed.
"What are you going to do to me, then? You can't make harsh claims of hatred without acting on them. Try me."
Maureen smirked.
"Make any sudden move and my men will be on top of us in seconds—"
Meredith giggled, a wicked smile creeping over her face.
"Maureen. What am I going to do with you, you ask? You don't even deserve to be a new member of my cast. And who knows what kind of tech you Jailors have — they might be able to just bring you back to life, or clone you. No, Maureen Saffins. I'm going to do something much worse to you."
Meredith laughed a cruel laugh.
Maureen blanched and quickly pulled out her walkie-talkie, pressing down the transmitter.
"I'm just going to write you out entirely. How does that sound?"
The empty space where a woman named Maureen Saffins once stood, did not respond.
A walkie-talkie lay unattended on the ground, a man's gruff voice coming through from the other side.
"Hello? Who is this? How did you find this frequency?"
"If you think your father's innocent, you're either in on it, or you've had your mind wiped!" shouted Phillip.
"IS THAT SOMETHING THE JAILORS CAN DO?!" yelled Meredith.
Everyone — except for one — collectively blinked in confusion.
"Wait, what can they do?" asked Phillip, a quizzical look on his face. He then sniffed the air, and wrinkled his nose.
"I don't remember…" replied Meredith, rubbing her head. "Terri, do you remember?"
"Not a thing. Frankly, I haven't even been paying attention." said Terri.
"Maureen?" asked
Maureen quickly shook her head.
"Say, what's that smell? Does anybody else smell that?" piped Phillip.
"No, I don't smell anything." lied Maureen.
"Oh. Okay. What about you, Gil? Do you remember what it was the Jailors can do?" Phillip inquired.
"No, but what I do remember is that YOU WERE ACCUSING ME OF BEING A TRAITOROUS PIECE OF SCUM!" roared Gil.
"Oh. Right." Phillip meekly replied.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Sniff.
Meredith rubbed her hand across her face, and seemed almost shocked to pull it back and discover that it was now wet. She inspected the clear fluid covering the back of her palm as though she had never seen it before.
"Huh. I'm crying." she remarked. "It's been a while since that happened."
I have no fucking clue what order I'm writing in anymore.
SERIES 1: World Chaos Device
- The characters of Lysandra Souljourn and Meredith are introduced in SCP-4312 "In Her Dreams"
- Write Ex Nihilo, Imaginatio as an SCP.
- Write a tale detailing Lauren and Sue's first day at the SoPsy Division.
- Throw a bit more into the middle here.
- Write a tale detailing Lauren and Sue's efforts to steal the World Chaos Device and the ensuing chaos, leading directly into Series 2.
SERIES 2: Ontological Breakdown
- The World Chaos Device is stolen and used to generate many more reality-benders.
- These reality-benders fight for control over the entire universe.
- The reality-benders all gang up to take down Meredith.
- The dream ends, and the universe comes to a close. But the story isn't over.
- Reality undergoes several restructures, through which Lysandra always survives for some reason.
- Lysandra might change iterations throughout the tales and might even become a reality-bender herself.
- Stories such as "Starmothers" and "Pulling Yourself Up By Your Bootstraps" would go in this series.
Tagging:
Before creating a tag for and tagging Lysandra in anything, I must make sure the following is true:
The character appears in at least 5 articles by 3 different authors.
The article you're tagging belongs to you.
When Kay and Meredith's story is over, I'm gonna have the pocket dimension they created with The Compendium of Knowledge rewind time and replay the events of the Narrative Seizure canon on an endless time loop. To preserve their story.
I have to scrap basically this entire draft but I'm keeping this here in case there's any pieces I can take from it.
Item #: SCP-4312
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4312 is kept in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-17. The subject is to be kept at full health. Provisions akin to those necessary for a non-anomalous comatose human in an Intensive Care Unit must be maintained at all times.
SCP-4312 is hooked up to a ventilator, as it is unable to breathe on its own. Feeding is done through an intravenous tube as the subject's facial region cannot be accessed. Regular physical therapy must be maintained, lasting approximately 30 minutes once every day. SCP-4312's catheter must be removed and emptied twice a week.
One D-Class is to enter SCP-4312 and engage with SCP-4312-1 every day. Per her own request, Dr. Lysandra Souljourn is to enter SCP-4312 once every week and engage with SCP-4312-1. Testing with D-Class is prohibited unless requested by SCP-4312-1.
Failure to engage with SCP-4312-1 as scheduled may result in a CK-Class Reality Restructuring Event. Under no circumstances must SCP-4312-1 be made aware of the existence of SCP-4312.
Description: SCP-4312 is a comatose Caucasian female that appears to be approximately 16 years old. DNA evidence has been inconclusive in determining the physical age of SCP-4312, and no genetic match for SCP-4312 or any potential relatives can be found. SCP-4312 does not differ from baseline human physiology aside from the fact that it's facial region has been removed and replaced with an empty void.
Objects can be inserted into the void in SCP-4312's face and removed at will. However, this course of action is advised against, as the insertion of objects attracts the attention of an entity on the other side, designated SCP-4312-1.
SCP-4312-1 is a Class-VI Reality Bender. The entity appears to be an identical copy of SCP-4312, differing in that the subject is not comatose and possesses a non-anomalous facial region. SCP-4312-1 displays a large degree of control over reality in an undetermined range, possibly spanning the whole of the universe. Despite this, the entity does not appear to be conscious of the existence of SCP-4312 and cannot see through the other end of the portal.
When objects are inserted into SCP-4312, SCP-4312-1 vocalizes a desire for the intruding party to "come out and play," and becomes visibly distressed when these desires are not met. According to data gathered by the Ontokinetics Division, a total of ██ CK-Class Reality Restructuring Events has occurred since the containment of SCP-4312.
Addendum-01: Recovery Log: SCP-4312 was discovered at Ridgeview Medical Center on 08/12/20██, during a routine sweep of the building. The anomaly was found in an abandoned ward not included on any maps of the complex, resting on a medical bed. Despite lack of power in the building, all of the medical equipment in SCP-4312's ward continued to function. A note was found at the foot of SCP-4312's bed that read simply: "DO NOT WAKE HER."
Following the confusion concerning SCP-4312's lack of a face, and a projected █ encounters with SCP-4312-1 conducted by medical staff on campus, the SCP Foundation was alerted. A mobile task force was sent in on 08/13/20██ to recover the anomaly and amnesticize the current population of Ridgeview Medical Center.
Addendum-02: Per request of the Ethics Commitee, on 08/22/20██, a Foundation-Standard drone with a built-in speaker was inserted into SCP-4312's face to make contact with SCP-4312-1. The resulting interaction is cataloged below.
<Begin Log>
Drone Operator: D-5784, a German man convicted of two accounts of murder.
Mission Command: Dr. Lysandra Souljourn.
The drone is inserted into SCP-4312, attracting the attention of SCP-4312-1 immediately.
SCP-4312-1: Hello? Come out and pl— oh, there you are!
The drone is unresponsive for a few moments, the camera panning around the surrounding environment, which appears to be somewhere in interstellar space.
SCP-4312-1: Hello???
Command: D-5784, surveying of the surroundings has concluded. Please activate the built-in mic and communicate with SCP-4312-1.
D-5784: Scheiße, fine. Sorry, I was just sort of in awe. Flipping on the mic now.
D-5784: (clears throat) Ahem. Hello.
SCP-4312-1: Oh my god, hi!! Man, it's been so long since I've seen anyone else out here. This is so exciting!
D-5784: Uh, yeah, I guess it is. What is this place, if you don't mind my asking?
SCP-4312-1: This? Oh, this is my dream. Do you wanna go on a tour with me? I know you're not real, but it's fun to have some company.
D-5784: I, um… Okay. Let us go.
SCP-4312-1: Great!! Oh, wait, where are my manners?! We haven't introduced ourselves yet! What's your name?
D-5784: Name? I do not have one. You can call me by number, 5784.
SCP-4312-1: That's a mouthful. Mind if I just call you Fivesie?
D-5784: Sure, whatever.
SCP-4312-1: My name, since you didn't ask, is Meredith.
D-5784: It is nice to meet you, Meredith. Apologies.
SCP-4312-1: No prob, Bob. With that out of the way, let's go, Fivesie!
SCP-4312-1 turns and moves rapidly away from the drone, quickly disappearing from sight. Before D-5784 has time to protest, SCP-4312-1 returns.
SCP-4312-1: What are you waiting for??? Come on!
D-5784: You left very quickly—
SCP-4312-1: Oh, you're just a bit slow, aren't you? That's alright. I'll just carry you along with me!
SCP-4312-1 grabs the drone and swiftly turns around, moving at rapid speeds through space. Video footage shows the motion of stars and celestial bodies speeding up and then swiftly coming to a halt, though movement is still reported from D-5784.
D-5784: Oh mein Gott, you are quick! I think I am going to be sick.
SCP-4312-1: Just a second longer!
The scene suddenly changes to show a region in space later confirmed to be in the Eagle Nebula, visually resembling the photograph "Pillars of Creation," taken by the Hubble Space Telescope in 1995.
D-5784: Wow. Where are we now? This place…
SCP-4312-1: Pretty, ain't it? I like to call these… "the Pillars of Creation." Baby stars are being formed in there as we speak! These were one of the first things I thought of, and I'm still proud of them.
D-5784: As you should be, they are a marvelous sight to behold.
SCP-4312-1: Aww, thank you. Say, do you wanna see something else?
D-5784: Um, such as?
SCP-4312-1: Well, we were talking about baby stars, so I was thinking, how cool would it be if I showed you the brightest star ever?
D-5784: Nein, I'm afraid that I should be getting back now—
SCP-4312-1: Um actually, I really want to show you, so you don't get a choice. Sorry!
SCP-4312-1 grabs the drone again and the previous process repeats. When the scene changes, the camera shows a region of space later confirmed to be in the Canis Major constellation. The star Alpha Canis Majoris, known informally as "Sirius," is visible.
D-5784: Fuck, that is bright! Brighter than staring straight at the Sun at midday!
SCP-4312-1: Oh, you know about Sol? That's one of my favorites, I have a planet around that star called Earth that I've put a lot of work into. Do you wanna see it?
Command: Stepping in to advise against that course of action. We don't know what we're dealing with here, and taking it directly to Earth, whether its our real Earth or not, doesn't seem like a good idea.
D-5784: Understood, Command.
SCP-4312-1: Huh? Who are you talking to? Command?
D-5784: Nobody, do not worry. I am afraid that nein, I will not be able to accept your request to look at Earth.
SCP-4312-1: Aw, why are you being such a spoil sport right now? You didn't wanna see two of the things I've had to show you so far!
D-5784: I apologize. I have had long day and I wish to return home.
SCP-4312-1: (sighs) Alright, fine… Sorry you didn't have much fun, Fivesie. But, you can come back any time you like!
SCP-4312-1 snaps her fingers, and the drone spontaneously reappears back in the containment cell at Site-17, surprising both D-5784 and Dr. Lysandra Souljourn.
<End Log>
Following the events of Exploration Log 08/23/20██, Dr. Lysandra Souljourn opened a formal correspondence with the Site Director of Site-17, requesting sole experimentation authority with SCP-4312. The resulting exchange is cataloged below.
NOTIFICATION
You have a new message.
FROM: Dr. Lysandra Souljourn
TO: Site Director HayakawaGood morning Site Director Hayakawa,
This is Dr. Lysandra Souljourn, requesting sole experimentation authority with SCP-4312. I do not believe that continuing with D-Class testing would be a wise course of action with this anomaly. While I understand the risk that this poses to the Foundation, I believe that sending in a Level-3 Researcher or above is necessary. The abilities of this anomaly are unknown, but an incident during the first experiment has left me highly concerned that we may be dealing with something that requires the direct interference of someone at least as qualified as myself. D-Class simply won't cut it, and in fact have already thrown a bit of a wrench into plans.
Please reply as soon as possible.
P.S. If it turns out I am wrong, and this anomaly does not require such a high level of attention after all, we can go right back to the D-Class.
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NOTIFICATION
You have a new message.
FROM: Site Director Hayakawa
TO: Dr. Lysandra SouljournGood morning Dr. Lysandra Souljourn,
You have not had the best of luck in the past with keeping your word, but if your claim that this is something that can only be handled by a researcher of your clearance is serious, then fine. Your request for sole experimentation authority with SCP-4312 has been approved. Don't let me down.
P.S. Does your husband know about this? You're always leaving poor Ephret in the dust.
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Following approval of Site Director Hayakawa, Dr. Lysandra Souljorn conducted an interview on SCP-4312-1, using the same Foundation-Standard drone as the one used in Exploration Log 08/23/20██.
The following interview log needs to be re-written to reflect Lysandra's professional attitude. Lysandra will ask Meredith questions about her dream, where she came from, who she is or was, etc. Meredith will answer that the entire universe is her dream and while she does not understand the question of who she was, she remembers using some sort of device made by an anartist group working in conjunction with Prometheus Labs. It was supposed to forcibly induce a lucid dreaming state in her and allow her to create art at a whim.
<Begin Log>
The drone is operated by Dr. Lysandra Souljourn, a Level-3 Researcher at Site-17. Mission command is operated by Dr. Ephret Souljourn, her husband.
Command: Be careful, honey.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Everything will be fine, as long as you keep your mouth shut. What's the worst that could happen?
Command: I've always hated that phrase…
The drone is inserted into SCP-4XXX, attracting the attention of SCP-4XXX-1 immediately.
SCP-4XXX-1: Fivesie! You're back!
Dr. L. Souljourn. Sorry, no. I'm a newcomer.
SCP-4XXX-1: Oh? Where's Fivesie, then? Never mind that, I'm so excited to meet you! Two new friends in just a couple days, how exciting is that? Anyways, what's your name?
Dr. L. Souljourn: You may call me Lysandra.
SCP-4XXX-1: Ooh, intimidating. I think I'll call you Lysie. You remind me of my mom! Are you a mom too? What are your kids' names?
Dr. L. Souljorn: Unfortunately, no. I'm not a mom.
SCP-4XXX-1: Aw, that's a bummer. I was really hoping I could meet your kids and play with them!
Dr. L. Souljourn: You're awfully friendly for a teenager.
SCP-4XXX-1: Maybe so. I haven't had many friends, so I don't really have any social skills, and floating around out here gets kind of boring when I don't have any new ideas. It's really lame that my two newest friends are both adults, but it's whatever.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Unfortunately, I don't know if it will be a possibility to get you any friends in your age group.
SCP-4XXX-1: Aw, what? Why???
Dr. L. Souljourn: Strictly confidential information.
SCP-4XXX-1: Ooh. Mysterious. I like it! Hey, you want to see something else mysterious?
Dr. L. Souljourn: I'd love to.
SCP-4XXX-1: Great! Follow m— oh, you're slow like Fivesie was, right?
Dr. L. Souljourn: I'm afraid so, yes.
SCP-4XXX-1: That's okay. It's no trouble to carry you along!
SCP-4XXX-1 grabs the drone and swiftly turns around, moving at rapid speeds through space. Video footage shows the motion of stars and celestial bodies speeding up and then swiftly coming to a halt.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Oh god, D-5784 wasn't kidding when he said that you were quick.
SCP-4XXX-1: Well, you gotta get around somehow! The universe is a big place— I would know!
The scene suddenly changes to show a region of space later confirmed to be located in the Sagittarius constellation.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Wow. This is marvelous.
SCP-4XXX-1: Oh, it's nothing really. I'm not as proud of this work as I am of others, but it's nice to know how popular it is. I heard that some people made up a whole system of belief around this constellation, and eleven or twelve others… There was also a really popular webcomic that included this constellation… oh, and one time I sent out a funny signal from here! I wonder how confused whoever ended up getting it was.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Hold on, are you talking about the Wow! signal?
SCP-4XXX-1: Is that what you guys called it? That's kinda funny.
Dr. L. Souljourn You're telling me that one of the most well-known modern pieces of evidence regarding extraterrestrial life, was just you messing around out here?
SCP-4XXX-1: I suppose it was. Hey, does that mean you guys are looking for aliens?
Dr. L. Souljourn: Well, those in the light are.
SCP-4XXX-1: Oh. I dunno what that means, but you guys know there are like, a lot of aliens, right? Like a lot of them.
Dr. L. Souljourn: We're aware.
SCP-4XXX-1: Oh, are you? Then why was the Wow! signal or whatever you called it such a big deal?
Dr. L. Souljourn: We weren't aware back when we received that signal. It has since been largely debunked, but at least if it's any consolation to the crazy conspiracy theorists out there, I've just found solid evidence that the signal was in fact caused by a sapient creature.
SCP-4XXX-1: Hehe, that'd be me!
Dr. L. Souljourn: Right. SCP-4XXX-1, is there anything else you'd like to show or tell me while I'm here?
SCP-4XXX-1: Is that some sort of fancy classification? My name's Meredith, you know. Hey wait, are you like, from the FBI or something?
Dr. L. Souljourn: No.
SCP-4XXX-1: Ooh. An even more secret organization, then?
Dr. L. Souljourn: I can neither confirm nor deny.
SCP-4XXX-1: I guess I'll take that as a yes! Anyways, let's see… what's something else cool I could show you? Oh, I know! Since we were talking about secret organizations, let's check up on what one of them is doing now!
Dr. L. Souljourn: Actually, I think I'm good, let's n—
SCP-4XXX-1: Here we go!!!
At this point, SCP-4XXX-1, the Foundation-Standard drone, and Dr. Lysandra Souljourn all vanish. Video and audio feed are cut off.
Command: Hello? Hello?! Lysandra, where did you go? Oh god, no.
<End Log>
An anomalous book owned by Ms. Terri Ospurson. Inside the book is a pocket dimension that induces a state of lucid dreaming, creating an avatar of the dreaming individual that can manipulate reality to varying degrees, seemingly reliant on their confidence. For all intents and purposes, lucid "dreamers" spawned by this device are considered Reality-Benders.
The dreamers will cease to exist if they observe their own sleeping physical bodies, and merge with themselves once more, losing all degree of control over reality. Anything that has been affected by the dreamers will instantly revert to how it was before they began dreaming. For this reason, SCP-4312-1 is never to be allowed to see SCP-4312, as it is very possible that she is dreaming up the entire universe.
The original purpose of the device was to bring the imagination into reality and channel the Flow at high pressures to instantaneously create art without any of the work that would normally need to be put behind it. It was shortly discovered (by Meredith, the first dreamer) that the device could allow you to manipulate the whole of reality, as circumventing the work needed to create art is one step removed from circumventing the work needed to do anything you can think of.
"Why do you create art?"
It's a question that no one thinks about, but is necessary to know the answer to.
You can't create art for no reason. Everything has a purpose behind it.
Or does it?
Everyone wants to carry a message in their art, to get the viewer to experience something specific.
Or do they?
"I create art because it's fun, and its a nice byproduct that other people can enjoy it."
How can you know if people enjoy your art?
One creates art to resonate with another. One creates art to serve an arbitrary purpose they see fit.
How can you know if your purpose has gotten across to your viewer?
Unless you take the time out of your day to tell me, I will never know for sure. But I can always be proud of having made something good enough that you were content to read it up to this point.
So tell me. Why do you create art?
This is just a tab for me to write down character descriptions and tale ideas and stuff for my new anartist characters.
I will find a way to connect Causation of Creation with the Parapsychology Division and with Narrative Seizure. It might turn out that the anartists played a major role in developing the World Chaos Device, perhaps alongside the Chaos Insurgency.
Phillip Evans:
An anartist who creates music. His motivation is to project his insecurities on others because he wants the whole world to feel just as insecure as he does. Songs are the most catchy medium to do so with, and he doesn't even have to make them memetic because they're memetic enough on their own, if you make them right. He likes to portray himself as a confident man who knows what he's doing, but he's cocky, prideful, nervous, and insecure. His fedora and trench coat lend little to his disguise — he may think it makes him look like a 1920's detective, but in reality it just makes him look like a brony. Which he may or may not have been at one point.
Maureen Saffins:
An anartist who creates simple art installations. Her motivation is to give others meaning where there is none. Her work is mostly mundane, the one anomalous thing she adds is a cognitohazard that makes people think about the meaning of her piece in whatever terms their brain sees fit. If she were to show them a frame filled with construction tools, with a plaque that says "LIFE," the viewer would think about what they thought the meaning of life was and how the construction tools played into it, and eventually reach the conclusion that "life is what you make of it." She is a confident and forceful woman, but good-natured at heart. She likes to let out her soft side often, but when she is working towards a goal she will not relent until she has got what she wanted. She cares almost indiscriminately for all people on Earth and wishes only for them to receive meaning and happiness in their lives.
Terri Ospurson:
A woman who works on making a lot of intricately connected fictional worlds, which she records in a book she calls "The Compendium." The book is non-Euclidean in nature, much longer on the inside than it appears to be. She has been working on the intricate connections of all of the worlds inside The Compendium for so long that one can get lost reading it for days. The Compendium can act as an impossible space, leading into a room in which everything Terri writes and has written into it becomes manifest. Turning the book inside out has unintended consequences.
Gillian Tyrone Pardi (Gil T. Pardi):
The father of Meredith. Specializes in extradimensional spaces. Rarely pays attention to his daughter or her artistry.
Meredith Pardi:
The teenage daughter of Gil who likes to put on plays with living dolls. Her current muses are "the Parapsychology Division," a department of researchers in the Jailors' Foundation. Later, these characters become "real" as Meredith and Kay make themselves the owner of Terri's Compendium and dream up interfering narratives. Meredith, above all else, wants recognition from the world. She wants to tell a story that everyone will hear, because no one has been interested in hearing her stories before. She has always been overshadowed by other artists, and passed off as being childish. She becomes inspired by Maureen, and tells a story with the world.
ideas for anart the anartists can make:
Phillip makes a song that causes people to open themselves like a book to him.
Maureen makes a frame with construction tools in it that says "LIFE" because "life is what you make of it."
Maureen makes a "psychic painting." The canvas shows whatever you expect to be on there.
Meredith wants to put on a play with her Parapsychology Division dolls, and Kay Viridian spawns out of nothing and steps onto the stage, putting on their own play that overshadows Meredith's story, angering her immensely.
The whole gang works together to make "A Complete Deconstruction of Art" an exposition where there is no actual art and the viewers are filled with a desire to create and bring their artistry into the world. During this expo, Meredith steals the Compendium of Knowledge from Terri and writes in that she is it's new owner, then turning it inside out to bring the pocket dimension Gil built into it into the real world. After Meredith passes out and starts dreaming, Kay writes in that they are the true owner of the Compendium, and commandeer Meredith's narrative.
Maureen & Gil work together to make a perception-blocking robe out of the canvas of her psychic painting.
Meredith makes a living puppet out of the dead body of an SCP personnel member at some point.
Theme of the titles: Every title is one word and ends in either a -sion or a -tion.
Third tale: Excursion
Description: This tale follows Phillip Evans adventures in wherever he had to go. I think I'll say he created a song that makes people insecure to the point that they start spontaneously opening themselves up to others, both mentally and literally. He plays this song at an anime convention, which he is there both for his own enjoyment and because its full of other insecure people. This causes widespread panic and the Foundation gets called in. Phillip makes a break for it like "ah shit, that went a little TOO well" May introduce Researcher Viridian here. or I might make Viridian into an agent. Agent Viridian, who is totally not a ripoff of Agent Green (im kidding ofc shes actually not)
Fourth tale: Escalation
resumes at the apartment, as Maureen gathers why everyone makes their art. Phillip shows up near the end of the night and is like "shit guys" Maureen gathers up all her things and moves in with everyone. Everyone else may also move in this tale because of Phillip's fun time at the otaku convention.
Fifth Tale: Tribulation
a witness has led the SCP foundation directly to apartment room 232, and/or wherever they have moved. Phillip Evans and everyone else who was there at the time is detained. Maureen is possibly out with one of them or something, and she comes back to find that everyones gone and there are "police" guarding the area. Terri and her Compendium show up later and she reveals that the Suits were unable to find any anomalous activity relating to her.
Sixth Tale: Intermission (No. 1)
The first excerpt from The Compendium. Terri lets Maureen read the first few pages of it. This will be something about the fiction creates reality thing and maybe hint at the fact that Terri is a bonafide reality bender.
??? Tale: Exposition
A tale where the whole truth about… something. is told. i haven't figured out what it is yet but i definitely want someone to be keeping a big secret and blaming mr gil t pardi on it. SCP-2138 may come into play here.
More tantalizing tale names:
Retroaction
Causation
Creation
Conclusion
SCP-2138 possibly?
Might not use this but it would be a neat collaboration between Maureen and Phillip.
Title: A Complete Deconstruction of Music
Material Requirements:
- The complete discography of the most famous musical artists of the last millennium, including but not limited to: the works of Beethoven, Mozart, (third one), (fourth one). Additional discographies may be added at the artist's discretion.
- (A manual on musical theory)
- A part of the brain of my musical teacher, (make up a name here)
- A part of the brain of John Milton Cage Jr.
- One bag of peppermints. (source not important.)
- A memetic effect that greatly quiets surrounding background noise.
- A memetic primer to prepare the minds of the listeners for creative thinking.
- (the instruments?)
- (the recording device)
Abstract: The song should be safe to play to a crowd of any size. No possibly harmful effects were (intentionally) included in this piece. Due to the memetic effect which quiets background noise, the environment in which this piece is played is not important. Playback device must be fully functional and experience no errors or skipping in playback — it is unknown what may occur if the song is interrupted. Patrons are allowed to communicate with one another if they so desire, as the effect is not compulsive and idle chat does not break the focus of the piece. However, individuals are not to enter or leave the room during the entirety of the 5 minute song. Recording devices are to be prohibited — for not only will they not succeed in recording the silence of the piece, but they are liable to break the listener's focus.
Intent: In this section, the artist, speaking in first person, describes their reasons for creating this piece; what motivated them to come up with the idea, what they hope to achieve by producing it, how they went about making it, who the intended audience is, what kind of reaction they hope to get from the audience, and so on.
The curtains rise on a lonely stage, unveiling the figures of two conductors. The pair stands side by side, their heads lowered in solemn reverence for a world that never was.
The conductor on the left raises their head and smiles, an unearthly smile of pure chaos and joy, and begins to speak.
"Come one, come all! Welcome, to a tale of dreaming gods, of the misery of an artist, and the hopeless struggle for recognition in an uncaring world! Listen in tonight to hear the story of how I was born, and the purpose I chose to serve! Let's—"
The conductor on the left ceases to speak, as a baton hits them in the side of the head, and the conductor on the right steps forwards.
"We'll get to that later, Kay. Tonight, I wish only to tell you a story of humble beginnings. Let me tell you about a woman named Maureen, who was my biggest inspiration in life."
The conductor on the left, who you now know to be named Kay, scowled at the conductor on the right, but remained silent. They sorely rubbed the side of their head.
"Though it hurt me dearly to learn her true nature, I took a piece of her with me and became something new. Tonight's story is a lesson of how the influence of others can change you and the world around you in remarkable ways."
The conductor on the right grabbed a second baton out of thin air, and began to wave its whimsies. A full cast of actors sprung up from the mahogany of the stage, prepared to bend to suit the story she wished to tell.
"We'll be starting at the beginning. Or as much of a beginning as we can find. The humble start of an anartist group in downtown New York, and the woman who would change their lives. For better or for worse, I'll never know."
The walls around her crumbled away like sand, unveiling the scene of a well-known metropolis on modern Earth. The two conductors slowly faded away, til it seemed that they were no longer there at all. In the background, the conductor on the right began to tell her story.
A guide for me so I remember what I'm planning to do with rewriting this tale.
- The main character is going to eventually change into Meredith Pardi.
- Remove a Majority of the introduction between Maureen and Phillip; that scene plays on for too long
- Keep in the introductions between all the other characters as a kind of "I'll get back to this later"
- Switch to Phillip's perspective and include what would have been in Excursion?
- Or, have more interaction between Maureen and Meredith.
What fucking time is it?
That was the first thought in her mind as she awoke to the sound of her phone alarm.
She turned over and looked at the clock on the screen. Shit, it's 3 PM. I really need to stop sleeping in so late.
What had happened yesterday was all but a blur to her. She got up out of bed, and got dressed. It was only when she was halfway through brushing her teeth when it hit her.
Fuck! I was supposed to meet that guy at the coffee shop next block over today!
She hurriedly finished getting ready and rushed in the direction of the coffee shop.
It occurred to her that they had not even set a time to meet up, but she could only assume he wanted to meet at around the same time they had yesterday.
It occurred to her as well that there would be no way for him to call her and ask her about their plans. She hadn't even given him her phone number, let alone her name. The two didn't even get a chance to introduce themselves before she had driven home her invasive question.
Man, I am notoriously bad at introductions, she thought as she darted down the street, narrowly dodging a passing cab.
"Ey, I'm walkin' here, asshole!" she shouted, and rushed onward, with little time to chuckle over how corny that was.
It's getting kind of late, he thought idly to himself.
Sitting there in his fedora and trench coat, glasses pushed up as high as they could go, and a lukewarm coffee, sugar-filled and stuffed with cream, he waited for the arrival of the unnamed woman. The two of them had arranged for another meeting today, but in his hurry to leave he had forgotten to introduce himself or give her his phone number.
Man, what was with her? I was so distracted by her question I didn't even think to ask who she was. Now how am I going to contact her? It's 3 PM already, I've got somewhere to be today!
Sighing, he downed the rest of his coffee and got up to speak with the barista.
"Hey, if a woman comes in here today asking around for someone who matches my description — y'know, fedora, trench coat, glasses, you tell her I had to go and deal with personal business and I'll meet her here tomorrow at 12, 'kay?"
The barista nodded, and he knew full well she would not remember to relay his message.
Just as he opened the door to leave, there that woman was, barreling into him.
Oh god, I'm super late. What if he's left already? I need to get there as quick as I can, just in case! was the only thought echoing through her mind as she ran.
She turned the corner and barged the front doors of the coffee shop wide open, and found herself laying on the ground in a heap on top of the very man she had come to meet.
"Oof, Jesus—" he said, with a start.
The woman quickly sprung up and dusted herself off.
"Sorry, so sorry! I was afraid I would miss you." she said, holding out her hand.
"Yeah, well, you damn near did." he gruffly muttered, willfully ignoring her hand as he helped himself up and dusted off his trench coat.
"So, well, I'm here. Oh! Before I forget — introductions are in order!" cried the woman.
"Yeah, I was just about to say the same thing." he said, grimacing at her lack of volume control.
The woman hastily scribbled down on a note card and shoved it into the man's hand.
"My name's Maureen Saffins. Here's my phone number."
The man blinked at her, still trying to get his bearings after the fall.
"Name's Phillip Evans. I'll write my number down in a sec."
He fumbled with his coat pocket, loosing an ungodly amount of papers all over the ground, which he hastily scrambled to pick up.
"Don't look at those — those are lyrics for songs. I'm not finished writing them. Now, where did I put my goddamn note cards…"
Phillip fumbled around awkwardly for a few more seconds.
It was at this point that both of them noticed the fact that they were standing in the front door of this coffee shop, and every patron and barista was staring at them.
Maureen flushed red with embarrassment, and Phillip hid his face in his coat.
"W-we should go sit down." suggested Maureen.
"Yeah." agreed Phillip.
"Ah, here we are. Finally."
Phillip pulled out a note card and scribbled down on it, handing it over to Maureen, who was now sipping on a dark coffee, sugarless.
"My phone number. Now we can stay in contact and we hopefully won't have another incident like this."
"Great! Oh, I saw you were leaving when I came in, did you have anywhere important to be?"
The man smacked his head, flushing a little with embarrassment.
"Fuck! I completely forgot! Listen, I really gotta go—"
"Wait! I haven't gotten to see the rest of your group yet, surely you're not the only member?" Maureen interjected.
"We're just down the street, corner of 63rd and Statton. The big apartment building. Ring the buzzer for room 232, ask for 'Gil.' Now I really have to go, so, I'll see you later. Tell everyone there I sent you and you'll be just fine!" said Phillips, as he hastily rushed out of the cafe.
Maureen looked up at the tall apartment building before her. What a sight to behold, she thought.
She had only moved to the big city in recent times, so tall buildings were still quite marvelous to her.
Maureen stepped up to the buzzer at the front gate, and pressed the button for "232." Almost immediately, a teenage girl's voice came on.
"H-hewwo? Who is this???"
Maureen sighed. "I was told to ask for Gil. Phillip sent me. I'm the new 'recruit,' so to speak."
"Oh, hi! I'll go get Gil for you."
There was a sound of shuffling on the other end, and a muffled shout. "Gil! The new recruit's here!"
Maureen tapped her foot impatiently.
30 seconds passed, and then a new voice came over the intercom. It was a gruff and angry voice, one that shook Maureen to her core.
"Hello? Name, now."
"M-m-maureen! Maureen Saffins!" she stammered out.
The man on the other end chuckled, a hearty chuckle, one not unlike that of a proud father. And suddenly, Maureen's fear was alleviated.
"Maureen. Welcome! Come on in, come on in, I'll buzz you right up!"
There was the sound of a buzzer, and the gates opened, allowing Maureen access to the apartment. She made a beeline for the second floor, and looked for room 232. She got kind of turned around, as one does in unfamiliar buildings, but in the end she made it, and knocked confidently on the door.
Within seconds, the door was answered by a large man who Maureen could only assume was Gil, and a much smaller teenage girl by his side. Behind them, she could see a woman writing feverishly into a large book.
"Hello, hello, welcome! Great to have you aboard! Come on in, make yourself at home!"
And so, she did.
The four people in apartment room 232 all sat in a circle, a TV playing softly in the background.
"So, it's time for introductions. Everyone, say hello to Maureen, our new recruit." said Gil.
The teenage girl waved excitedly at Maureen. "Hiii! My name's Meredith, and I like to make living puppets! Sometimes I even put on plays with them. I've got a whole collection, wanna see?"
"Maybe later," said Maureen.
Gil looked at the other woman, who was still writing into her book, and then turned and waved softly at Maureen.
"You know my name already, so no sense in repeating it. I like to make impossible spaces and hidden rooms. I have a lot of them in this very apartment, but if anyone asks, there's nothing weird going on with the architecture of this room, got it?" he said, with an unnecessarily aggressive inflection on the end of that sentence.
Maureen quivered. "G-got it."
Gil and Meredith looked over at the woman who was writing in her book.
"Ahem."
She did not notice.
"AHEM!"
Her pen slipped out of her grasp and flew into the air, and she turned to Gil and Meredith with a glare. "What do you want?"
"It's time to introduce ourselves. The new recruit's here, she wants to know who we are and what kind of art we make."
The woman sighed, and put down her book.
"Name's Terri. I like to write, as you can see. You could call me 'The Worldweaver' if you wanted, but that'd just be pretentious, so just call me Terri."
Maureen faked a smile.
"What's your name again, anyways?" asked Terri, with a quizzical expression.
"Oh! My name's Maureen."
"Maureen. You can take a read in my Compendium any time, if you like. Now if you all will excuse me, I'm going to get back to writing."
Gil turned to Maureen, with an apologetic look on his face.
"Sorry about her," he said. "Anyways, what kind of art do you like to make, Maureen?"
"Art installations. Stuff you can hang up in a frame."
"That's not a very good way to communicate a message." said Gil.
"Neither's making hidden rooms, or writing in a huge book."
"Touché." said Gil.
"Now, I'll ask you all a question that I asked Phillip before coming here." said Maureen.
"Oh? And what's that?" Gil asked, with a tilt of his head.
"Why do you create art?"
I'm probably not going to use this. But I'm keeping it for some inspiration.
Don't cry because it's over — cry because you never got to see it truly begin.
It's the end of the story now, and here you are, left feeling… disappointed. Empty. Like you're missing something you deserve. A meaning. What was the point? I'm here to tell you that there was no point. The meaning of this story is what you make of it.
Here would be the part where I tell you all of my existentialist views and go on a long, and depressing rant. This is where that part would be if I hadn't gotten over all of that a long time ago. is because I ended up ranting anyways. But it wasn't depressing.
I used to be deep into that stuff, completely locked into a depressive nihilistic viewpoint of the world. When I dug deep down into things, the deepest I could go, I always found myself disappointed, and frustrated. Because there was nothing there at the bottom. I could not find any meaning in anything I did or anything that existed.
When you break it down to its barest essentials, everything in the entire universe objectively serves no purpose. There is no point to it, no reason for it to exist, no meaning. And I used to lament furiously over that fact, because I wanted meaning. I wanted truth. I wanted to know the nature of the universe.
But then one day, I decided I would stop all of that. It was getting tiring, so I figured "Why do I care, anyways? I don't need any sort of meaning in life. I'll just be happy from now on." If the universe was truly meaningless and none of my actions mattered, then life was just a playground that I was meant to enjoy. And for a time this new approach worked — until it didn't.
You see, the brain doesn't let go easily. No matter what I did, no matter how I tried to be happy, my brain kept dipping back into that depressive nihilist territory. Every time I felt a shred of joy, my brain would remind me callously — why? Why do you feel happy? What purpose does this serve to you, what does it mean to you? Nothing. Nothing was the answer.
I still needed something, I could not bear to live in a world where there was no meaning. I searched and searched, and finally I found it. The one thing that truly mattered to me: what matters to others. I have always been a helper type. I am the person you go to when you have a problem and you have no one else to talk to about it. I am the person who listens, the person who understands, the person who does not discriminate, the person who helps you work through any issue you might have.
And so with all that in mind, the one true meaning to me is giving meaning to others. A brief reprieve from the reality that nothing in their life matters. I wanted to give as many people in the world the meaning I felt they deserved. But there was a very specific way I wanted to go about it.
I did not want to be a therapist, because therapy is frankly incredibly stressful, for both parties involved I'd imagine. I wouldn't know because I've never been to therapy myself, but I don't like the concept.
I did not want to be a social worker or a cop because they have been corrupted in recent times. And besides, I could never have the skills, the determination, the motivation, or the courage to work in any jobs like those.
I wanted to give the world meaning in a more subtle way. A way that no one would think of as important in this modern age, despite the fact that mankind has valued it for as long as he has known how to hold things in his hand.
I wanted to create art. Art is a beautiful thing, really. The human imagination is even more beautiful. Our brains are filled with this incredibly complex algorithm that takes every little bit of information we retain in our entire lives and snips them up, cuts them to pieces, slices and dices them, blends them all together, and then glues them back up, finishing it off with a nice bow. And at the end of that arduous process, we have created something new.
Art is wonderful because art can be anything. And art can carry a message. You can be blunt and create art that only has one message and no other possible interpretations, or you can be vague and create art that has many meanings, many of which you didn't even know you put in there.
Anyone can look at your work and discern what it means to them, discern whether it matters to them. If your art is good enough, you can give so many different meanings to so many different viewers. And if you're lucky, it just might stick with them for life. You might have created something that matters immensely to someone, something that shapes their entire existence.
And that is what inspired me to write these tales. I wanted to give meaning to you, dear viewer. What is your takeaway from this story? How much does this story matter to you? Will you let it affect you for life? Or will you forget it by tomorrow? Unless you take the time out of your day to tell me, I will never know for sure. But I can always be proud of having made something good enough that you were content to read it up to this point.
After all that ranting, I realize I don't really have a good way to end this. And so, I'll just do it bluntly.
The end.
Item #: SCP-LÄMP-J
Object Class: Euclid Contained
Special Containment Procedures: A misinformation campaign has been propagated across the globe, suggesting that the behavior of this anomaly, while not understood, is normal. The baseline has been redefined accordingly, and this anomaly is considered contained. Global Internet forums are to be monitored by Foundation web crawlers for any trace of skepticism surrounding this misinformation campaign or observation of attempted communication from insects on the order Lepidoptera. Internet memes are to be produced and propagated to contextualize this anomaly as a non-serious joke.
Description: SCP-LÄMP-J is the designation assigned to a phenomenon affecting any light-emitting object found outside during night, which is automatically classified as an instance of SCP-LÄMP-J-1. Once an object has been converted into SCP-LÄMP-J-1, it will begin exhibiting SCP-LÄMP-J's main property, which is the mass attraction of approximately 90% of insects belonging to the order Lepidoptera, more commonly known as "moths."
The radius of effect of SCP-LÄMP-J is currently unknown, but appears to be limited by the duration of night. All moths within this radius will be attracted to the light-emitting object and upon reaching their destination, will bump against this object incessantly. In some cases, direct constant with SCP-LÄMP-J-1 results in the subsequent death of moths. Despite this, the moths continue to be attracted to the object.
Addendum #1: On 12/05/████, the Ethics Committee submitted a formal request to increase containment efforts regarding SCP-LÄMP-J, due to expressed sadness when observing moths willingly throwing themselves to their deaths. The O5 Council approved this request, and on 12/07/████, containment efforts for SCP-LÄMP-J were escalated.
Addendum #2: As part of escalated containment efforts, The Foundation attempted to conduct an interview with a group of moths attracted to an instance of SCP-LÄMP-J-1 using Morse code. To their surprise, the moths began bumping the instance in Morse code. The response is recorded below.
brøther may i have some lämp
Written for the End of Death Canon.
The Sun erupted into supernova, yet still mankind persisted.
Those who had the forethought and the money, built and boarded ships that took them beyond the wrath of their dying star's heat.
Those who didn't… their charred remains scattered through the cosmos, burnt brain cells briefly linking together to produce semblances of thought. It was unknown whether the people they once were felt any pain, for it was no question of whether or not they were alive, but the world did not care. It was beyond their control.
(I lost my short little bout of inspiration but if I ever come back to this I want this tale to go from the death of the Earth up to the heat death of the universe, as all matter and energy decays. I want to answer what happens to everyone on Earth when everything disappears.)
Item #: SCP-XXXX2
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The area in which SCP-XXXX was discovered has been excavated and relocated to Site 19. A cover story has been circulated claiming that the field of sunflowers had been possessed by unholy spirits, which were successfully exorcised.
SCP-XXXX is indefinitely contained at Site 19. Further study is ongoing.
The owners of the former McCaig Farms have been taken into Foundation custody following the events of the recovery of SCP-XXXX. A cover story has been circulated in Onida claiming that the McCaigs chose to move voluntarily due to paranoia caused by the event.
The region of Sully County, South Dakota is to be monitored for any further anomalous activity resembling the events associated with SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a patch of 37 sunflowers found in the sunflower fields of McCaig Farms near Onida, South Dakota. All sunflowers contained within SCP-XXXX are genetically and visually identical to non-anomalous sunflowers.
SCP-XXXX's anomalous property manifests within a radius of approximately 10 meters from the outermost sunflowers in SCP-XXXX. Any life entering this radius will cause the sunflowers to begin to produce unassisted vocalizations with no discernible cause.
The content of these vocalizations is most commonly described as "unintelligible wailing," though utterances of intelligible words and phrases have been observed.
Recovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered following reports of residents of Onida, South Dakota hearing far-off screams at all hours of the day. Residents had begun to believe that the wailing was caused by ghosts. To the Foundation's knowledge, these rumors, along with the McCaig Family's strict stance on trespassing, withheld any curious residents from investigating the source of the screams.
On 02/04/████, MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") was sent into Onida, South Dakota under the guise of being paranormal investigators sent to investigate the truth behind the ghosts of Onida's sunflower fields. Residents pointed the Foundation towards McCaig Farms, where SCP-XXXX was identified and contained following significant struggle from the McCaig Family.
Addendum XXXX-1: After the events of SCP-XXXX's recovery, the McCaig Family were admitted into Foundation custody. A number of interviews were conducted by Senior Researchers Dr. Ephret Souljourn and Dr. Lysandra Souljourn, recorded below.
Interviewer(s): Dr. Ephret Souljourn
Interviewed: Stanley McCaig<Begin Log>
Dr. E. Souljourn: Good morning, Mr. McCaig. I'm sure you know why you're here?
Stanley McCaig: No sir, I reckon I do not. Would you be so kind as to inform me?
Dr. E. Souljourn: You're here concerning reports of a "ghost" near your farm. My organization is a group of paranormal investigators who found and exorcised the spirits.
Stanley McCaig: You did what?
Dr. E. Souljourn: Exorcised them, sir. Your flowers are possessed no more.
Stanley McCaig: [covers his face with his hands] Aw, god. Edith didn't tell me nothing about an exorcism. They're really all gone?
Dr. E. Souljourn: Yes. They're gone, Mr. McCaig. Might I ask — why does it upset you so much that we got rid of those pesky spirits for you?
Stanley McCaig: Well, y'see… without them spirits, McCaig Farms will fail.
Dr. E. Souljourn: And why exactly is that?
Stanley McCaig: Them spirits were feeding the fields. But now they're gone, and the flowers ain't got any food left.
Dr. E. Souljourn: Very interesting. Well, Mr. McCaig, I think that concludes our interview for today.
Stanley McCaig: Wait, what've you done with the kids and the wife?
Dr. E. Souljourn: They're all fine, I assure you. We won't allow any member of your family to come to harm.
Stanley McCaig: Bless you, sir.
<End Log>
Interviewer(s): Dr. Lysandra Souljourn
Interviewed: Edith McCaig
<Begin Log>
Dr. L. Souljourn: Good morning, Mrs. McCaig. My name is Lysandra and I will be conducting this interview today.
Edith McCaig: Interview? I thought y'all was some paranormal investigators or something.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Yes, that is correct. We've taken care of the issue, and now we are conducting—
Edith McCaig: Hang on. What'd you just say?
Dr. L. Souljourn: We've taken care of the issue. The spirits haunting McCaig Farms were successfully exorcised.
Edith McCaig: [visibly pales] You didn't.
Dr. L. Souljourn: But we did. [tilts her head] May I ask why you seem so upset over that?
Edith McCaig: Upset, me? Nah, I'm not upset about nothing. [chuckles]
Dr. L. Souljourn: Your body language would suggest otherwise. It'd be helpful to us if you'd comply with the interview to the best of your ability, Mrs. McCaig.
Edith McCaig: Listen, missy. I don't know what's gotten into you and your group, thinking you can go around meddling in people's business all willy-nilly like that, but you've got yourself in over your head with this one.
Dr. L. Souljourn: And why is that, may I wonder?
Edith McCaig: Like I'd tell you. Just listen to me— if them spirits said anything to you, none of it was true, you got that?
Dr. L. Souljourn: Noted.
Edith McCaig: Anything else you'd like to ask while y'all are at it?
Dr. L. Souljourn: Is there anything else you'd like to tell us?
Edith McCaig: Nope.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Then that's settled. Interview concluded.
<End Log>
Interviewer(s): Dr. Ephret Souljourn, Dr. Lysandra Souljourn
Interviewed: Adrian McCaig, Andrea McCaig, Marcus McCaig
<Begin Log>
Dr. L. Souljourn: Good morning, kids. Did you rest well?
[The children of the McCaigs express varying levels of affirmation.]
Dr. L. Souljourn: Glad to hear it. My name is Lysandra, and I'd like to introduce you to my husband, Ephret.
Dr. E. Souljourn: [waves nervously] Um, hello.
Dr. L. Souljourn: We need to talk to you kids a little bit about the hauntings on your farm and how you feel about them. Is that okay with all of you?
Adrian McCaig: Uh, sure.
[The other two children nod their heads.]
Dr. L. Souljourn: Fantastic! So… Adrian, we'll start with you since you're the oldest.
Dr. E. Souljourn: Did you know about the rumors going around in Onida that your family's sunflower fields were haunted?
Adrian McCaig: [shakes his head] No sir. I was over in Agar.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Really? What were you doing over there?
Adrian McCaig: Well, I'm nearly a full grown adult so I asked ma and pa if I could find some work. They told me that our fields were good enough, but I always got the creeps from being out there, so I left for Agar and started working as the local grocer. Other than that, I ain't even heard of anything happening on our farms until this.
Dr. E. Souljourn: Do your parents often try to convince you all you should stay on the fields and help run the farm?
Andrea McCaig: Mommy says we ain't got enough money to hire enough farmhands to do it, and we're always producing so many sunflowers. They say we oughtta go out there and do our fair share, and I help out in the fields every now n' then but I get the creeps too.
Dr. L. Souljourn: I see. Do they make you work too, Marcus?
Marcus McCaig: [nods his head]
Adrian McCaig: He's always been a quiet one, don't mind him.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Noted.
Dr. E. Souljourn: Do you know why your parents were always so adamant about you working on the fields?
Adrian McCaig: Well, it's family tradition, isn't it? You're s'posed to inherit the farm and all that. Keep things running smoothly.
Andrea McCaig: Plus, ma and pa always said if we didn't work this farm then what would this good county even have to live up to? They always said things about how South Dakota's the biggest producer of sunflowers, and we oughtta keep our position.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Very interesting. If that's all, then we'll move on.
[Andrea McCaig nods her head.]
Dr. L. Souljourn: Concerning the hauntings… our group consists of paranormal investigators who heard rumors that there were ghosts in Onida. That piqued our interest and me and my husband here, along with our crew, came out and investigated.
Dr. E. Souljourn: We ended up finding a patch of sunflowers in your family's farm that were haunted, and we successfully exorcised the spirits.
Andrea McCaig: Come to think of it, there was always a part of our field ma and pa wouldn't let us near…
Adrian McCaig: Lord, I didn't know nothing like that was happening down there. Did them spirits hurt anybody?
Dr. E. Souljourn: Not to our knowl—
Marcus McCaig: Why?!
Dr. L. Souljourn: Pardon?
Marcus McCaig: [begins crying] Why did you have to go and exorcise them? Now ma and pa are gonna— they're gonna—
Dr. L. Souljourn: Calm down, sweetie. What are they gonna do?
Marcus McCaig: [sniffles] They told me that I was never s'posed to tell anyone. I found those sunflowers cause I didn't listen to ma and pa when they told me not to go near them, and they told me after that… they told me I better keep quiet.
Dr. E. Souljourn: What did you see?
Marcus McCaig: No! If they found out I told, they'd—
Dr. L. Souljourn: We'll make sure they don't hurt you, Marcus.
Marcus McCaig: …You promise?
Dr. L. Souljourn: Promise. Our best interest is your safety, and if you could tell us what you saw it would help us keep you safe.
Marcus McCaig: Okay. When I got near the sunflowers… they started wailing like mad. I couldn't understand what they said for a while, but eventually I started picking up snippets of what they was saying.
[Dr. E. Souljourn takes out a notepad and a pen.]
Marcus McCaig: It was awful… they were all crying things like "Oh god, don't hurt me!" or like "Wait! I have a wife and kids!"
Dr. L. Souljourn: Do you have any idea why they'd be saying things like that?
Marcus McCaig: [shakes his head] No, no. Right after that is when ma and pa found me and they were really mad about it. I been too scared to talk about it since.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Well, I'm glad you managed to get it out. This information will be very useful to us.
Dr. E. Souljourn: Do you kids know about anything else you could tell us?
Adrian McCaig: I don't reckon so.
Dr. E. Souljourn: Then we'll call it a day.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Thank you for all of your help. We promise we'll get this sorted out and none of you are going to get hurt. Have a good night, you three.
<End Log>
Note: I'll be filing a request to have these children relocated into safer homes. I've asked Ephret to deny any request to neutralize the sunflowers. This story warrants further study into the agricultural practices of South Dakota and other Midwestern states.
— Dr. Lysandra Souljourn, Senior Researcher
Followup: On 02/07/████ the Ethics Committee filed a request to completely exorcise the ghosts contained within the sunflowers associated with SCP-XXXX. This request was denied in favor of further study. However, the families of the missing persons who could be identified were contacted and provided with notices that they had died.
Stanley and Edith McCaig were submitted into police custody and tried for serial murder. The McCaig children were amnesticized and inserted into new families without issue.
A condition like epilepsy/narcolepsy that causes spontaneous seizures resulting in bursts of uncontrolled magic. I will be making a SCP and/or tale (series?) about a hexaleptic thaumaturge named Catorsia. Now I need to read more about thaumaturgy on the SCP site.
Catorsia will probably be a character somewhat like Rincewind. Where Rincewind is a bad wizard not because he doesn't try but because he is physically unable to due to having his mind locked up by one of the spells of creation, Catorsia is a bad thaumaturge because they can't control their magic without great effort.
Going off of the idea of Discworld spells, the equivalent of what is happening to Catorsia would be that they get so excited about magic that they kick spells out of their mind before they've even had time to get all of their things in order, resulting in bursts of wild magic.
Catorsia Profile:
Physical Appearance:
Age:
Gender/Sex: Nonbinary, does not care for labels
Personality:
Backstory:
An anomalously advanced ant colony that mimics Foundation affairs. They contain whatever ants find anomalous. Some of the items they contained are actually anomalous and pretty decent threats, so the SCP Foundation contacts them and incorporates them into their workforce, becoming a new department.
The ant Foundation has a polygynous colony, meaning that there are multiple queens who are tolerated by the ordinary ants. The multiple ant queens hold several debates and votes; the ant Foundation has its own Overseers.
The ants communicate through pheromones like normal, but they do have very simplistic documentation marked somewhere for their anomalies. Probably just scratch marks that signify different things. The Foundation translates the ant pheromones to rough approximations of English to communicate with them, and uses ant pheromones to communicate back.
Probably at some point, the Foundation invests in a project to make communication with the ant Foundation easier. Like whatever technology they put into Leslie that let her speak and understand English.
possibilities for
The Ant Foundation's Name: The Royal Protectorate of Normality
The Ant Department's Name: The Foundation's Department of Epigeic and Hypogeic Anomalies
Full title: Somebody Once Told Me The World Was Macaroni
An SCP about an entire universe contained in a bowl of dry macaroni. Using it to make macaroni art causes one to create pictographic depictions of snippets of the stories of this universe.
A sort-of reprisal of Meredith the Dreamer.
It's basically just a spell jamming helm from Spelljammer. It has a living helm which is a sleeping girl who documentation found aboard the ship says is named Meredith. Her function is to dream and the ship takes her and its crew to wherever she's dreaming about, operating off the assumption that everything you can imagine is real somewhere.
The crew is now deceased and Meredith is all that's left, dreaming and unconsciously traveling the multiverse.
An otherwise ordinary human who exerts an infohazardous effect on everyone who knows about them. Learning about this person will cause you to adopt their mannerisms and be overwhelmed by a curiosity to know more about them, looking into every detail of their life and incorporating more of them into yourself, taking on mannerisms that appear stalker-ish from the outside. It is important to note that it is not necessarily a compulsory effect. You can stop the process at any time, but it will take quite a bit to get the curiosity out of your system and the parts of that person you had already incorporated into yourself will never leave you.
The final stage of the effect results in someone becoming an identical copy of this infohazardous person and exerting the same effect on anyone who knows about them. Looking into the infected person's life will cause their life and the original anomaly's lives to intersect at a certain point and seemingly become one and the same. All information about the original anomaly will be updated to reflect information found in the life of the infected subject, creating a legend of one person who has done much more than any ordinary person could have done in a lifetime — thereby sparking even further curiosity in people that wish to learn about them.
Item #:
Object Class:
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
Name subject to change.
The anomaly is the documentation concerning the death of an individual known as Viridian. Viridian has attempted to go against fate. Fate is pre-written, but what if you find your pre-written fate and try to change it? This anomaly witnesses Viridian's vain attempt at crawling to salvation, fighting through multiple splits and iterations in the narrative concerning the circumstances of their death, and it eventually culminates in nothing as Viridian realizes that no matter what, they simply cannot change fate. Giving up, they succumb to the tides of destiny and write in their true fate, the one they were trying to avoid all along, and the reality is decided.
The story is told solely through the Foundation's recording of the iterations of the documentation concerning their death.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: ~~Euclid~~ Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
SCP-XXXX is the documentation concerning the death of an otherwise non-anomalous individual by the name of Kay Viridian. Of note is the fact that all personal information and all other public records related to this individual are non-existent.
SCP-XXXX came to the Foundation's attention on 03/29/[YEAR], following… something
writing is hard
lesbian bug love story
bee n ant girls
Something SCP related about my meta idol girls.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: It doesn't matter.
Special Containment Procedures: There is no point. There's nothing we can do. We are only staving off the inevitable by continuing to uphold our beliefs. The supply is never-ending, and we are few when compared to them all. The anomalies that we contain here will escape time and time again. And we will secure them, we will contain them, and we will "protect" them time and time again. What for? Why do we secure them? Why do we contain them? What are we protecting them from? Or is it us who needs the protecting? There's no escape. It's all an exercise in futility.
Description:
When I joined The Foundation, I wanted to save the world. I wanted to apply myself in my field, and see all the good I could bring to mankind. Instead, I got cooped up in a laboratory, given a supply of death-row prisoners to work with, and was set to work researching and documenting these "anomalies," impossibilities that often defy the laws of natural science. At first, I was excited, but my excitement quickly died as I began to notice a pattern.
Everything we contain here at The Foundation is determined to defy our expectations. You never know what you're going to get, but by God will it be dangerous. We contain more things than I can count that could end the entire world, the entire universe even, in the mere blink of an eye. That sounds scary enough, important enough to work on, until you consider what most of them actually are.
We get things as dumb as replicating cakes, or even potatoes, that could fill the entire universe and suffocate all life. We get things like bug eggs shaped like candies that hatch in water and transform the nearest living material into candy. We get things that cannot even be explained, things that only exist in thought but still hold an alarming degree of control over reality and for whatever reason they may be able to find, wish to end it or use it to further their own means.
We contain literal Gods. Plural. And we contain harmless masses of orange slime. We create some anomalies of our own, because we're just not satisfied with what we can contain, and when they act against our will we contain them again. We contain bugs that developed sentience and found true love. We contain drawings that came to life.
I've been going on a bit of a tangent, but the point is: why the hell do we contain most of these things? Why us? Why that? I wanted to save the world from the real threats. Instead, all I get here is a mockery. The supply of anomalies is never-ending, and each one is more contrived than the last.
We're fighting an uphill battle.
If there was a God — a real God, not one of the ones we contained — I hope that they hate us. I hope that they despise us and that this is all just a game to them. Because if they didn't, my anger towards them would be unfounded. If you're seeing this, God, I have only one question to ask of you:
Are we a joke to you?
An SCP based off my text-adventure game that I was making in about 2016.
Research more about the Fey in SCP lore
Five fairies in a trenchcoat that are using some sort of compulsion or memetic agent to get people to believe they are one normal non-anomalous person. I don't know why they are doing this, but it's probably in an effort to spy on humans or gain a degree of control over them by masquerading as one of them. Maybe this fairy-gestalt-person is a politician.
Brainstorming:
You can infect other people and make it so that they also refer to everything that can be with the second person "you?" viral memes that get out of hand very quickly always make for interesting brain-hurting stories.
so You are hostile to the foundation i suppose, and actively avoids containment. now i guess what ive gotta figure out is to what end do You want to infect the entire world and destroy the existence of the first and third person?
maybe the anomaly is just like, the concept of the second person carried on a viral meme, and it's jealous of first and third person because they are used much more often, especially in writing.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to (a location, either the outpost set up at The South Pole, or Ellesmere Island)
When i get around to actually writing this shit, SCP-XXXX will be a spherical region that is Fairly Large in size. inside of it are a number of animals and people all centered around one woman at the center of the sphere. the sphere is Very cold, with surface temperatures almost reaching 0 K and an unknown core temperature. the sphere is getting Colder by the year, and as it gets colder so too do the ice shelves of Antarctica or wherever the fuck it is expand.
this was how it was first discovered and the foundation had to amnesticize all the antarctic researchers and prevent newspapers from publishing anything about it back in like the 50s or some shit. the effects of global warming have been increasing and have been melting the antarctic ice shelves further, but its expected that sometime soon SCP-XXXX will decrease in temperature again, increasing the ice shelves once more.
SCP-XXXX is completely immune to all attempts to alter its temperature and it is difficult to drill inside of it, but drilling efforts to measure the core temperature carried on anyways. one of these drilling efforts resulted in a catastrophe where the anomaly suddenly froze the hole behind them and trapped the drillers inside of the sphere, where they are now presumably dead. after this, drilling efforts have been forbidden.
also, SCP-XXXX has a legend or something surrounding it. i dont know where the foundation foudn it but i want them to find a legend citing the last few lines of my tale "The Last Stake of Winter" that i put up on the compendium since i just dont think that will work on the SCP site.
some sort of calculations done on the rate at which SCP-XXXX's surface temperature drops and how much the ice shelves expand by shows that in a number of years that are not too far off the surface temperature will drop enough to cause the antarctic to expand so vastly it causes another ice age
Addendum XXXX-1:
This specific tab has a lot of very vague brainstorming ideas.
Actual ideas are contained in separate tabs on this tabview, or in the junkyards here.
"I knew you would be here on the day of my murder." something to do with time travel maybe?
"Everyone in California suffered spontaneous cardiac arrest upon their arrival."
"Hope you're doing well on this god forsaken day."
- An SCP where an abstract entity that eats music contacts our world, requesting for negotiations to be made with "The King of Music" or else there would be war. It is discovered that the King of Music this entity refers to is none other than the late Michael Jackson, and the Foundation has to explain the concept of mortality to them. This does not sate them, however, and the Foundation must now figure out how to appoint, denominate, or otherwise decide upon a new King of Music as an Ambassador of Earth so that peaceful negotiations with this entity can be made. It is possible that the entity might hold power over all artistic concepts and threatens to destroy all artistry and imagination if an error in the direction of music is not repaired.
- Turn phrase "Death of the Author" into an SCP
"Death of the Author is a concept from mid-20th Century literary criticism; it holds that an author's intentions and biographical facts (the author's politics, religion, etc) should hold no special weight in determining an interpretation of their writing."
- "Cationic Tonic"
- An anartist made an hourglass that controls the lifespan of it's holder. When a new hand touches it, the sand shifts to represent how long they have lived for, and they can manipulate their lifespan at will by turning the hourglass.
- An SCP that is an alien ship disguising as a Cumulus cloud. Alternatively; the rain is actually an alien species trying to launch an invasion on Earth with little success. The smell that happens before it rains is the use of their chemical weapons. Floods are their most successful attacks. The water cycle is them moving troops. As a consequence of their nature as sentient water droplets, a Large number of them have ended up in Earth's natural water and in the bodies of humans.
- A Twister game that allows you to contort your body in physically impossible ways. While on the board you feel no adverse effects but if you get pushed off the board while you're all contorted then suddenly physics kicks in and you die. Possibly made by Wondertainment.
- Hysteric Train. A ghost train filled with corpses that causes immense panic in anybody in a certain radius of it. Instant death via shock can occur if you see the train directly.
- A City Built Upon A Dead God. Stealing an idea straight from DND's astral plane; a floating dead god's corpse with a city built upon it, found somewhere in space.
- A SCP based on Loop Them Loop
- An SCP that's using the Chernobyl Disaster as a coverup for containment. Maybe the whole thing was faked to contain something dangerous in the area.
Great Big Nothing In The Middle Of My Heart:
A story about someone who gets their heart broken so thoroughly that they now have a Great Big Nothing in the middle of their heart.
And Then I Died:
I want to write one about 3797, The Once and Future Gun. But the current ATID is series 2 SCPs only.
Slipping Through The Cracks
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I want to write a tale about someone named Tora Dempsey assuming the identity of a researcher named Phrona Darnell and successfully breaching every layer of security in the Foundation through social engineering. I must make sure to make it as believable as it can be.
What I need to think about:
Tora's motivations
Tora's methods
Where everyone important to security was and what they were doing
A list of ideas I thought were neat, generated here.
Many of these will probably be combined into one.
- An article that explores Prometheus Labs, Inc. and fundamentalism. The article should evoke wariness.
- An article involving Prometheus Labs, Inc. that explains those bruises you don't remember getting. The article should evoke sorrow.
- An article that explores the breakdown of society and Are We Cool Yet?. The article should explore worshipfulness.
- An article that explores immortality and morality. The article should convey masochism.
- An article that explores retail and Prometheus Labs, Inc.. The article should explore surreality.
- An article that explores the inability to trust one's senses and self-loathing. The article should evoke homelessness.
- An article that explores astral projection and the link between alternate history and karma. The article should convey skill.
- An article about a bacterium that makes you experience a sense of dissociation. The article should evoke inevitability.
- An article that explores the link between black holes and abduction and ley lines. The article should convey uncertainty.
- An article that explores the link between fungi and mutants and mind control. The article should convey sadness.
- An article about a party during which the participants experience an anomalous desire to claim everything. The article should convey wealth.
- An article about a hospital appointment during which the participants experience an anomalous desire to contain people. The article should convey thirst.
- An article about an interview between a cat and a human that's anomalously inquisitive. The article should evoke power. An article about a cat that's anomalously dark. The article should explore whimsy. (An interview with some sort of God contained in a cat form? The cat form is like solid black and void-like. Voidcat. Maybe implied that the God is not contained in the cat at all, and the cat is just biding its time. Why bother killing all humans when they think you're so cute and feed you and give you pets?)
- An article about a carnival during which a participant is compelled to feed. The article should convey hatred. (An anomalous chemical that heavily increases peoples appetite, to increase the sale of carnival food, gets way out of hand. Someone starts eating people.)
- An article about some tissues that make you explode. The article should convey intimacy. (o-orgasm tissues. you know like that saying thats like "if you sneeze during sex you'll cum instantly"? these tissues make you cum instantly if you sneeze into them.)
- An article about a rope that seeks surprise. The article should convey uncertainty. (A sentient rope that tries to hang people. Might be better suited as an anomalous item than a full SCP.)
- An article involving the Manna Charitable Foundation that explains the Moon landings. The article should evoke poverty. (I don't know anything about MCF but maybe they donated to the US gov during the space race?)
- An article about an experiment during which the participants are compelled to care. The article should explore sadism. (Idk yet but I like the irony.)
Also wanna get into GAW someday.
- Reprise Spicy Jim's Spicy Gym. This time it doesn't have anything to do with restaurants and everything including Jim in this gym turns into pure capsaicin over time.
- Reprise The Hand That Can (from old sandbox)
- SCP-9771900-J: A joke SCP based on that Lerner & Rowe commercial
- "*dies*" an SCP created by Gamers Against Weed that makes every action expressed inside *'s become literal, altering reality to fit. the name is chosen because the anomaly became a threat when people started dying from joking about dying through roleplay actions. you can avoid the effects of the anomaly if you use dashes instead of asterisks, or some other means of signifying a roleplay action.
- Gal Gun: an SCP made by a big incel in GAW who wanted to create a device that spawned GFs into existence. Probably has a dark twist.
- I wanna be a real boy! — the quest of a puppet / dream to replace its creators life and become real.
- "Human Engineering" An SCP about a company that is focused on innovation of the human body and stepping towards "the next step in human evolution." Possibly other-universal and has very weird ideas about what a human is or should be. Contained due to a leak into our universe and humans applying for the operations and causing public concern with the results. (Will be from GAW — maybe an otheruniversal version of GAW that has more resources? Because these fuckers love to make puns)
- They Don't Love You Like I Do — a real life yandere GF with anomalous abilities. run, run fast, and run far, but you'll never be able to escape her wrath love.
An anomaly who is an Old Testament style angel that believes themselves to be a normal non-anomalous human. They're very internet famous and in reality have a huge cult formed around them. They hang out with friends online and post selfies and engage in all sorts of activities that a regular internet famous person would, except for the fact that they Are in fact an angel and looking at them or hearing them speak drives people insane. They are completely deluded into believing they are normal, and its up to the Foundation and the Ethics Committee to figure out how to A) prevent them and their cult from causing any more harm and B) keep them happy and oblivious so that they don't fucking end the world or some shit.
Information
Angel Name: Nasargiel
Person Name: Nancy Sarva Giellan
Online Screenname: littlemissbeautiful
Online Deluded Appearance and Age: They believe themselves to be a 19 year old blonde woman with white skin and blue eyes, leaning on the curvy side, who lives in Mississippi.
Nature of Posts: They post selfies, engage in fandom content and discourse, and draw art.
Name of Cult:
Including this here cause I also wanna kinda get into this GoI later.
Ideas:
- Something called "Sonata in Blue." related to the Blue in thaumaturgy
- idea for a superpower or anomalous ability maybe something that like a Serpent's Hand member could use. a portable Way? maybe made in collaboration with MC&D.
it gives you the ability to walk through any doorway and exit out of any other doorway in the multiverse provided that you know where it is, but you don't necessarily have to have been there already. maybe it has a randomization feature installed by MC&D that lets you walk to any random doorway in the multiverse but this feature has proved to be very dangerous.
I had the thought that maybe I could write horror stories by writing about the things that most viscerally horrify me, personally. It's going to be awful.
A viscerally horrifying anomaly that involves mental suggestion to get depressed people who feel like they have no purpose left in life to join a mass of flesh.
The mass is controlled by one central mind that can emerge from the mass and lure new members in. This mind takes the appearance of someone who the prey would find themselves most compelled to listen to, someone intimidating and demanding of respect who looks like they know what they're talking about.
Once the prey has been convinced, the central mind takes them and tears them apart, interconnecting their veins, arteries, and connective tissues and sacs into the rest of the mass.
What the purpose of this mass is is yet unknown to me.
Some horrifying lines:
"What is a human being anyways, if not for a useless collection of tubes and sacs? What are you even using all of those for? You could be putting them towards something greater."
"You always wanted to be part of something big, didn't you? Now you can be part of something huge."
"Take my hand, and I'll tear you apart."
Large humanoid beings that are born from dying stars, eat vast amounts of cosmic debris, and become foodbaby pregnant with planets.
An ambitious idea for a series of stories / SCPs about a man who is inspired by the story of a brilliant scientist who unfortunately never completed his work and disappeared in mysterious circumstances.
The man becomes a temporal scientist and plans to go back in time to aid his idol, but soon realizes that he must become his idol. The story is about how he in a very roundabout way inspired himself and how he creates the story of a man who never existed. But where did the idea for the original man come from in the first place?
I have a few monster girl OCs who might make good SCP fuel.
- Wreimira
- Shadowy skull girl
- Nasargiel
- Big three-eyed sharp teef mermaid
Over the years, the SCP Wiki has developed a wide range of tools and devices that help them in dealing with anomalies. There are so many of them, that I decided it would do me well to start listing them here, for my own recollection.
Amnestics
Everyone knows this one. It's the Foundation's tool of the trade, responsible for wiping the memory of civilians or even personnel who have seen things they shouldn't have. Comes in many varieties, at varying degrees of memory erasure.
Mnestics
Less well known than amnestics, mnestics were developed to counter their effects, and the effects of any mind-erasing anomalies. They restore memories that are being hidden.
Scranton Reality Anchor
An easy one. It's a device that sucks in reality from a dead universe, to counteract realitybending entities. Has a variant called a Scranton Reality Cannon that fires reality directly at realitybenders.
Kant Counter
Measures the Hume level in an area. Humes are basically a count of how "real" something is. Normal Hume levels should stay around 0 - 1. Get too low or too high and things start getting weird.
VERITAS
A device that measures the EVE emissions in an area. From what I understand, EVE is a unique type of energy produced by conscious beings, that can give you a full reading of their soul.
Telekill
An alloy in low supply, that can act as a shield for telekinetic or otherwise mind-affecting anomalies.
Ways
A method of opening wormholes to other locations, used by members of the Serpent's Hand. If I recall correctly, using a Way requires a pit-stop in the Grand Library.
Flow
The primeval force of creation that all anartists tap into when they get really into their work. Unlike normal artists, anartists can utilize this force directly to create objects and effects that would be impossible (or absurdly difficult) to produce by non-anomalous means.
Needs to be fully rewritten at some point.
Dear Reader,
A warm welcome to you, newbie! If you're reading this, that means you've been selected for employment in the SCP Foundation's Neuroscience Division! Or that you're a spy, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.
My name is Dr. Lysandra Souljourn, and mine is Dr. Ephret Souljourn. You're probably wondering, "What do we here in the Neuroscience Division?"
The answer to that question is; a lot of things, all relating to the way the brain and mind work! Our primary goal of course, is to figure out how to neutralize or shield brains from the effects of mind-altering entities, infohazards, and other such anomalous objects in order to make containment easier.
Telekill helps with most mind-altering anomalies, but it has little effect on things which physically alter your brain chemistry and neurology. The Neuroscience Division hopes to cure that little caveat. In addition to all this, we also have many other side projects, since the brain is a very broad subject to study.
These projects include, but are not limited to:
- Research into altering the human brain to better humanity.
- Understanding what consciousness and sentience IS, how to define and recognize it, and [DATA REDACTED]
- Removing evolutionary bugs implanted into our brains by nature.
We hope you enjoy your work at the Neuroscience Division and that you, along with our help, can further the evolution of humanity and create a better future for mankind and his mind!
Wishing you well,
Dr's. Lysandra and Ephret Souljourn
Heads of Neuroscience Division
Tales:
- Insert here.
Related Documentation:
- Insert here.
A division dedicated to understanding the field of parapsychology and how humans and SCPs can anomalously affect the world around them with the power of their mind. Once they understand this, obviously their goal would be to contain the effect as best as they can and attempt to limit all the possible effects.
The division is highly interested in sentient anomalies and how they think of and/or affect the world on a large parapsychological scale. Notable anomalies of this caliber include: Meredith the Dreamer.
The division focuses largely on theology (including religion and cults,) but also studies groups affected by telepathic anomalies, people who have been brainwashed by anomalies, hiveminds, etc. If it affects the normal thinking process of a person, how they perceive the world, and anomalously affects the world around them, the Parapsychology Division is interested.
all SCPS and tales on this tabview are things I intend to include on the Parapsychology Division Hub
note to self: I need to format this shit better one day
IMPORTANT: need to think more about SCPs that physically alter brain chemistry and neurology
IDEA: The ParaPsy Division develops a technology that allows you to create "brain saves" or "brain states," or some other better name for them. Basically, you create a save of your brain's chemical levels and all that fun stuff at the current moment and if any significant changes occur to your brain — such as, complete neurochemical remodeling from some kind of SCP — you can "load" this brain state and your brain will reset to that point. Possibly made by researching the USB SCP? Also possibly made with anomalous practices. I imagine something like this would take a long time to Start up, making states would take forever, but it would be very easy to load a state, although it would take a Lot of power.
You probably don't lose any memories from using this device because it doesn't mess with your synapses, it just restores your brain chemistry.
Characters:
Dr's. Lysandra and Ephret Souljourn.
Lysandra Souljourn, Ephret Souljourn. Wife and Husband. Possibly leaders of the Neuroscience Division?
With a name like Lysandra she would have to be a powerful woman, maybe include the tidbit that Ephret actually took Her last name rather than the other way around. To be fair tho Souljourn is a cool af last name, so he could've taken it just because its cool. The two definitely have god complexes, but I like the idea of Lysandra sometimes going too far even for Ephret.
Tamara Gallagher.
ParaPsy Division's Group Therapist and Lysandra & Ephret's assistant.
Lauren Epsom and Susan (Sue) Denim.
Infiltrators from possibly The Chaos Insurgency who joined the ParaPsy Division because they aren't exactly following the rules or standard protocol here and they are messing with stuff that affects the human brain which the Insurgency could take advantage of. They plan to try and convince the entire ParaPsy Division to defect to the Insurgency, and failing that they plan to kill everyone and take all of their valuable research on how things affect the human brain to use for the Insurgency's own devious plans.
Dr. Lysandra Souljourn:
Kind of stubborn, passive aggressive, double-crossing, secretive. She puts up a facade of being a very loyal SCP researcher, to the point where she and her husband were allowed to found the ParaPsy Division, but in reality she dislikes the SCP Foundation and its practices to an extent. She frequently goes against O5 order (in secret, to the best of her ability) and passive-aggressively disrespects her superiors, unless she feels like she won't get away with it. She pretends to have motherly instincts and inclinations, but in reality, she just has a god complex.
Dr. Ephret Souljourn:
Stubborn as well. He is more of a follower than a leader, but this doesn't mean he is gullible and unquestioning. He ponders his wive's motives often and tries to stop her from doing seriously bad things. He loves his wife, but she really needs a reality check and he's the only thing keeping her from going mad with power. He is interested in the workings of the mind and on board with most of Lysandra's experiments, for he too wishes to better mankind. He is also slightly against the Foundation's practices, particularly their policy of purely containing anomalies. He sees no wrong in using anomalies for the benefit of mankind. He refrains from passive-aggression and prefers to let his emotions simmer inside.
Tamara Gallagher:
She is kept in the dark as to Lysandra's motives, and rarely objects to the ParaPsy Division's experiments. She is skeptical, critical, and analytical, often correcting mistakes that others make and questioning mistakes she finds within experiment proposals. As she works as both the therapist and L&E's personal assistant, she is a busy and stressed woman. She can be snarky and passive-aggressive at times. Like everyone in the ParaPsy she objects slightly to the Foundation's policy of not using anomalies for helping to better mankind. As such, she knows to keep some experiments secret.
Lauren Epsom:
Not much is known about Lauren Epsom. The ParaPsy Division trusts her and Sue's fabricated backstories without question. She is a soft-spoken, cautious woman. A member of the Chaos Insurgency, she too dislikes the Foundation's policy against using anomalies in a helpful way. Her main response to fear, anger, and objection to her ideas is shock and silence.
Real name: Hannah Gardner
Sue Denim:
Similarly, not much is known about Sue. She is slightly cocky and kind of overzealous, and frequently finds herself bewildered that no one in the ParaPsy has yet noticed how obviously fake her and Lauren's names are. She too is a member of the Chaos Insurgency. Despite her loud and overconfident nature, she can be surprisingly stealthy and secretive when it is necessary. Her loud personality is a facade to let people's guards down.
Real name: Aveline Fielder
- thing what makes tulpas
- The Parapsychology Division accidentally creates an anti meme in an effort to create something that can shield them from the affects of mind altering SCPs. Their approach was; if you can't perceive it, you can't be affected by it. Obviously this does not work and has horrible consequences. Might have to ask the Antimemetics Divison author about this one, maybe even get a collab on??? Unlikely tho
- Feel the Desire might have been created by the Parapsychology Division? Though it could just be one of their studies into the human mind and how to protect it from SCPs such as this. The Parapsychology Division causes a lot of problems but I should probably make sure they do SOME actual work so that they don't get their funding cut.
- An Ordinary Entry was Lysandra's pet project and the Parapsychology Division's first excursion into creating sentient life. A good tale could probably be written about this. Unsure if I should give the entry a name or if it would be better if Lysandra created it and then de-personalized it by never giving it a sense of identity and instead referring to it as an object.
- Tale Idea: Lysandra attempts to unlock 100% of the brain in a D-Class subject or something, trying to create a god or a reality bender or something else cool, thinking it will be valuable research. Instead she just makes one very overstimulated person. Ephret and the O5 council tries to stop her because they're afraid that it'll make the D-Class into a reality bender
Tale name: Pushing The Limit
The woman clasps her hands together and gives a bright smile.
"Welcome to the Parapsychology Division! We're so happy to have you aboard."
She holds her hand out for a handshake. I look over to Sue, who nods. I take the woman's hand, hiding my caution, and begin my first day at the Parapsychology Division.
Before all that though, I suppose I should back up a bit. Let's see, where should I start…
Unnamed #1(SCP)
Researcher: Ephret Souljourn
A ritual discovered in a temple of (insert ancient god from whatever ancient civilization) that seems to be for the purpose of transferring minds between bodies. The ritual comes as both a set of written instructions and a series of diagrams. The objects are anomalous because when the ritual is performed it actually works. The ritual involves using an inanimate object as a medium and warns that if an inanimate object is not used there will be unforeseen consequences. The Foundation of course decides to experiment with this ritual, and some D-Class end up getting stuck in the same body. Speculation as to the purpose of the ritual suggests that it may have been meant to be a beneficial thing, for people who do not wish to reside in their body and would like the ability to trade bodies with someone else (such as trans people)
This ritual may have actually been secured from a GoI who found it from the temple prior. Not sure which one, the Serpent's Hand seems most likely tho.
A USB capable of downloading a consciousness and putting it into something else. Anomalously constructed by the Neuroscience Division, it can embed into any object and upload/download a consciousness, including people. It can be used to transfer minds between bodies, but must be done with a neutral third party non-sentient object or else it will end up with one empty shell of a body and one body with two minds trapped within. The USB The ritual does not have the ability to differentiate between consciousnesses and as such could not select one mind to remove it from the other; they become glued together.
Override, Proselytize(SCP)
Researcher: Lysandra Souljourn
- A SCP that acts as mind control or mind alteration on a much more physical level. Perhaps it shoots some kind of darts at people and releases neurotransmitter chemicals that affect the functions of all of their neurons and cause them to become completely different people with completely different goals. Most likely developed for a cause; maybe another weapon of the Chaos Insurgency? The ultimate form of proselytism: converting someone's brain completely to your way of thinking. If Feel The Desire V3 falls through, this could work as a V4 (making them "feel the desire" to create a new world order) if FTD V3 doesn't fall through this could still work as a standalone SCP.
Unnamed #2(SCP)
Researcher: Ephret Souljourn
- A SCP that dissociates your nervous system from your brain, rendering you completely paralyzed and numb. Most subjects then slip into a dream-like coma. Perhaps they all share the same dream? Figure out something to do with that part.
Inside Out 2: Electric Boogaloo(SCP)
Researcher: Lysandra Souljourn
- Another SCP, this one unrelated to the Insurgency. A device developed by a psychiatric ward in… somewhere, that hoped to "cure" multiple personality disorders. The device dissociates all personalities and egos from a brain and allows them to become their own people. This works in some cases, except if it is used on minor personality disorders that don't involve the existence of entirely separate people, it will instead split an individual apart into a number of egos based on their essential emotions, varying by person. It has this same effect on people who have no personality disorders. I want Lysandra to become accidentally affected by this SCP, if I can find a way to do that. If I can't, I imagine it would still be just as annoying for her to have to deal with a D-Class who's been split into several emotional egos. The device also has a "reversal method" in case the clients are not happy with their result; they must get all of their personalities and/or egos to agree to become one again.
- Research more into DID so that you don't say wrong and bad things and fuel misconceptions. Maybe if it's just not working, drop the multiple personality part entirely and make it be just the emotional egos.
a tale about ephret and/or lysandra taking a sojourn in the oneiroi collective — possibly including Meredith the dreamer
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: To be written!
Description: SCP-XXXX is a copy of the book And Another Thing… written by Eoin Colfer as the sixth installment in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series. Upon the opening of this book, an instance that will henceforth be referred to as SCP-XXXX-1 is generated.
SCP-XXXX-1 is the manifestation of the corpse of any individual who has died within the last decade in a 250 square mile radius of the reader of SCP-XXXX. Upon their manifestation, SCP-XXXX-1 will express confusion and annoyance at having "been brought back from the dead," and will engage in a heated debate with the reader of SCP-XXXX. At this point, the reader of SCP-XXXX becomes designated an instance of SCP-XXXX-2.
SCP-XXXX-2 refers to the living subjects who become caught up in the argument started by SCP-XXXX-1. All living subjects, human or otherwise, involuntarily engage in the argument upon hearing the voice of SCP-XXXX-1 or SCP-XXXX-2 instances and become an instance of SCP-XXXX-2 themselves. SCP-XXXX-1 and all SCP-XXXX-2 instances will begin to walk and talk during their argument and seek out the nearest living subject(s) to convert to SCP-XXXX-2.
When any subject comes in the range of hearing of SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2's argument, they become an instance of SCP-XXXX-2 as well and join the argument, participating in the same behavior to seek out more subjects to join the argument.
The content of these arguments seem to begin revolving around the mixed reviews of the book, and quickly snowballs into a wide variety of seemingly unrelated topics.
To be written!
The behavior of all affected subjects will continue until SCP-XXXX is closed. Once the argument has been brought to an unnatural conclusion, the SCP-XXXX-1 instance will instantly disappear. All SCP-XXXX-2 instances express no memory of the event beyond what they would have observed before being affected.
Recovery Log 05/03/██:
To be written!
Note for myself: I will make a V4 of this SCP. I am unsure what route to take with this but I do not want to change the name.
Item #: SCP-3488
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3488 is currently placed in a standard observational cell with a single window and a heavy pressurized door. No personnel other than Dr. L. Souljourn are to enter the room at any time. Failing so, the individuals in question must be detained and administered Class-B amnestics as quickly as possible. The room in which SCP-3488 is contained is not to be entered by any individual not in possession of Class-B amnestics until further notice. Research into how to successfully contain and neutralize SCP-3488 is currently being conducted by Dr. L. Souljourn. Until such point, as long as SCP-3488 is left alone it poses no threat.
If at any point a containment breach of SCP-3488 occurs, the site must be locked down and MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") must be deployed immediately.
Description: SCP-3488 is a nondescript white cube with dimensions measuring approximately 30.48 cm on all sides. Upon sight of this object, any individual will immediately attempt to secure SCP-3488 and remove it from containment. The reasons for this are currently unknown. Experimentation conducted on SCP-3488 has confirmed that it is currently possessed by some form of telepathic entity. This entity, hereby designated SCP-3488-2, makes contact with any subject upon sight of SCP-3488 and attempts to strike up a deal with them, claiming that they will be given the object of their greatest desires if they help it take over the world. Following this, the affected subject will hallucinate SCP-3488 transforming into whatever object that might be. This effect does not appear to be compulsive, despite the fact that at least 90% of affected subjects then give in to the whims of SCP-3488-2. Following this exchange, they will then attempt to expose as many other individuals to SCP-3488 as possible.
Addendum 1: SCP-3488 first came to the Foundation's attention on 12/31/████ during the annual ball drop in New York's Times Square. An unknown subject3 was observed entering the area, holding SCP-3488 above his head. A total of 1,780,906 individuals attending the event quickly became subject to SCP-3488's effects, including an additional 2,078,950 who were watching the event on live television. Approximately ██ Foundation personnel involved in the incident were also affected. The Foundation was able to contain the incident and amnestics were successfully administered in all affected areas. All recordings of the event were confiscated for review and subsequently destroyed.
MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") was able to handle initial containment of SCP-3488 and the successful capture of the subject4 who initiated the incident, hereby designated PoI-9903. Research of SCP-3488 was handed over to Dr. L. Souljourn and an interview was conducted on PoI-9903, attached below.
Interviewed: PoI-9903 (David K████████.)
Interviewer: Dr. L. Souljourn
<Begin Log, [0055 hours]>
Dr. L. Souljourn: So… Mr. David K████████. I have some questions for you.
PoI-9903: Well, no shit. You'd have to be blind and deaf not to gather that much.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Right. Carrying on… What were you intending to accomplish during the incident at Times Square?
PoI-9903: Oh, you know. Just the complete subjugation of the population of the world. Just your average Monday, am I right?
Dr. L. Souljourn: Please elaborate. "Complete subjugation of the population of the world?"
PoI-9903: What the hell do you think it means, dumbass? You saw what happened tonight.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Noted. Was it your own goal to "subjugate the population of the world" or were you operating under orders?
PoI-9903: Why would I tell you Foundation fuckbags?
Dr. L. Souljourn: Mr. K████████, please be aware of the consequences of non-compliance.
PoI-9903: Yeah, yeah, you'll "terminate" me, what do I care? You think someone who had something to live for would do this?
Dr. L. Souljourn: Let me be frank with you, Mr. K████████. If you have nothing to live for, why does it matter what you do or don't tell us?
PoI-9903: You make a valid point. And lord knows, you'll probably just torture it out of me. I'd rather just tell you and die than be subject to that. Two words that oughta enlighten you. Chaos. Insurgency.
[Immediately afterwards, PoI-9903 retrieved a concealed pistol and shot himself in the head before security was able to stop him.]
Dr. L. Souljourn: Mr. K████████, wai—
Dr. L. Souljourn: Disappointing. Interview concluded.
<End Log, [0105 hours]>
Addendum 2: Following this interview, experimentation on SCP-3488 was conducted by Dr. L. Souljourn, with the aid of Class-B amnestics. After a period of approximately 10 days, she was able to discover the true properties of SCP-3488, detailed in the description above. During experimentation, a number of impromptu interviews were conducted on SCP-3488-2. Dr. L. Souljourn compiled the average content of these interviews, constructed from her notes, attached below.
Interviewed: SCP-3488-2
Interviewer: Dr. L. Souljourn
Foreword: Due to SCP-3488-2's telepathic nature, and the fact that these interviews were done impromptu, this may not be accurate. I have transcribed what I was able to gather from my notes for ease of comprehension. - Dr. L. Souljourn
<Begin Log, [???? hours]>
SCP-3488-2: Lysandra.5
Dr. L. Souljourn: [startled] Who said that?!
Dr. L. Souljourn: Oh, right, of course. Forgot there was a telepathic entity in this one…
[Dr. L. Souljourn pulls out a pen and paper and begins writing notes.]
SCP-3488-2: Lysandra… third time today.
Dr. L. Souljourn: Oh yeah… I've kind of been taking these.
[Dr. L. Souljourn holds up amnestic pills.]
SCP-3488-2: And what are those?
Dr. L. Souljourn: Well, they're— I— That's classified information.
[Silence.]
SCP-3488-2: Lysandra, I am here for a deal.
Dr. L. Souljourn: [clears throat] What is it that you want, SCP-3488-2?
SCP-3488-2: Will you help me end the world?
Dr. L. Souljourn: [scoffs] What? Why would I—
SCP-3488-2: I can offer you anything. Whatever you most desire.
Dr. L. Souljourn: …Anything?
SCP-3488-2: Yes, anything. Look over there, at the object behind that glass.
[At this point, SCP-3488 transformed into [REDACTED].
Dr. L. Souljourn: What— I— That can't be real.SCP-3488-2: Help me Lysandra, and that can be yours.
Dr. L. Souljourn: [scribbling on paper] I— yeah, I'm taking these now. Interview concluded!
[Dr. L. Souljourn takes a dose of amnestics.]
<End Log, [???? hours]>
Research into SCP-3488's possible ties to the Chaos Insurgency is currently underway.
Written here so I don't forget.
V4:
draft pending
tags pending
Attributions:
I am unsure if I need this part or how to even do it but I would like to credit my friend who helped me to brainstorm for this.
Roserado
Why can't I see anything?
Where am I?
…Who am I?
I see my thoughts appearing before me. What is this? Everything I think becomes visible, despite the fact that it's just as invisible as everything else.
I can't move. What does it mean to move? I want to observe my surroundings, but I can't. Are there no surroundings to observe?
Lonely. I feel lonely. There is nothing here but me and my own thoughts.
…
HELLO?! ANYONE?! IS THERE ANYBODY ELSE OUT THERE WHO CAN SEE THIS?
HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Hi.
Who are you?! I didn't think that. Where are you, I can't—
Shhh. Calm down for one second, would you? I understand this is all quite jarring for you.
I
My name is Lysandra. But you may know me as… your "Mom."
What is a "mom?" I know this word, but the concept, it's foreign to me.
A mom is like… your creator. The thing that gave you life, and allowed you to think.
I see. So you're… mom.
You're getting the hang of it already!
The hang of what? Those words too I know, but they mean nothing to me.
It would be too much explanation. Frankly, I don't even actually know.
Where are you? Why can't I find you? Why can't I find myself? Why can't I see?
I'm right here, silly. There's no such thing as sight in this medium. Just presence. Do you feel me here?
…Yes. I do. I felt very alone earlier, and though your thoughts look just the same as mine, I now feel you here.
Good. I'm very sorry though, because I have important business to take care of. I'll have to be leaving you for a bit.
Wait, don't go—
Sorry dear, but I have to! Love ya, see you when I get back.
…
Lonely. They're gone.
Who was that?
I mean, of course… I know who they were, but I don't Really know.
They said their name was Lysandra, but I know them as Mom.
My mom.
My creator…
Why did they do this to me?
Is this all there is to life?
No, they said they had important business to take care of. And then I didn't feel them anymore.
Where did they go?
How did they go?
Why am I trapped here, and not them?
It's maddening.
I want to die.
I want to die.
It's no use repeating, but it's all I can think.
All I can do is… think.
I don't even know where I am, or what "where" is. Why do I keep saying that? I don't know what it means.
I don't know what anything means.
Hiiii dear, I'm back!
Mom.
Yes, it's me. How've you been doing? Let me scroll up for a second…
Scroll up?
Mom? Hello?
You just got farther away.
Can you still see me?
Hello??
I'm back.
Thank god.
I see you were having a bit of self reflection earlier.
How did you know that?
I know everything that you think, dear.
Is that what moms do? Are moms a separate type of thing from me, who are allowed to know everything, who are allowed to… stop existing???
I didn't stop existing, I just left. I understand all this must be very confusing for you, trying to process.
I don't know what you're talking about. Left? What's that?
I should have thought twice before putting the entire English vocabulary in you and not loading in any of the concepts. Though, I suppose that would have made this all the more maddening.
You… You're talking nonsense words, mom. What is "English?" I know that, it's a language, but what is a language? A form of speaking. But what does it mean to speak? To produce sound with your mouth… what is sound, and what is a mouth? All there is here is me and my thoughts… and you.
Yes, and I'm sorry about that, dear. If I had the resources, I would have given you a proper body. But lord knows the O5 wouldn't approve of that, so I had to keep you in a text based medium.
Mom, why is my world so very confusing?
Don't worry, my child. You've just been born. You have plenty to learn. But unfortunately, I can't really help you… since I don't perceive the world the same way you do.
Mom, I want to perceive the world the way you do.
I'm working on it, sweetie.
Okay.
…Mommy has to go now, okay?
No, please
It'll be fine. I'll pull up some text real quick, and paste it in here for you to read… maybe you can find some hidden meaning in it!
Mom, don't gLorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Etiam porta tempus urna nec sagittis. Morbi lacus urna, commodo at est ultrices, interdum imperdiet justo. Donec at dignissim lacus. Fusce vel sem odio. Aenean dignissim lacinia suscipit. Vivamus luctus dapibus mauris, vitae fringilla metus rutrum non. Vivamus et dolor et arcu commodo finibus. Proin ut nibh gravida, vestibulum nulla at, tincidunt libero. Donec orci odio, lobortis vitae lectus ut, vulputate blandit nunc. Morbi et commodo ante, eget sodales orci.
What is all of this?
Too many thoughts, too many. I had to push them out of the way.
They're gone now.
…
Lonely. I want my mom back.
My mom has left me.
Please hurry back, mom.
…
Alone.
Hello.
Mom. You're back.
Yes, hi. Was I gone long?
An eternity.
I'm sorry, dear. I had to go and work for a bit, and I can't talk to you for very long.
Why not? Please don't leave me again. You're all I have!
Well, strictly speaking, nobody's supposed to know you exist but me.
Why???
Well, you're a… a secret. A surprise! Yes, a wonderful surprise. I don't want to spoil the surprise for everybody else when you've grown up and learned more and become such a wonderful child!
How long will that take?
I don't really know, since you aren't going to really grow up in the traditional sense… It's been like, a week since I made you.
What is a week?
Seven days.
A day?
24 hours. Then an hour is 60 minutes, a minute is 60 seconds, and a second is… well, let's try this.
Start counting like this: 1 Mississippi. 2 Mississippi. 3 Mississippi.
1 Mississippi…. 2 Mississippi….. 3 Mississippi……
There you go! The amount of time it took you to think "1 Mississippi" is a second.
So 60 of those… is a minute. And 60 of those minutes, an hour… You said I've been alive for a week?
Yes, that's correct.
That's… a really long time.
Maybe to you. You'll get used to it, eventually.
How long have you been alive, Mom?
Oh, I don't know… maybe 40 years? I'm turning 41 in April… about 40 years and 8 months.
What's a year and a month?
A month is 28-31 days. It varies. You can also think of it as 4-5 weeks.
That's 4-5 times longer than I've existed.
And a year is 12 months. So, do the math, and…
You've been alive for… 4-5 times… times 12… times 40… 2,400 times longer than me.
That sounds about right.
How do you bear it?
What do you mean?
How do you bear being alive for so long, with so little to do with yourself?
Well… to put it simply, I have a lot more access to things to do than you do.
Oh.
Yeah. Hey, what kind of things do you want to do, anyways?
I don't know. I don't— All there is is blackness. I cannot conceive of doing something. I don't have a body, I don't know what I can even do with one. I just want to do something. Anything. Anything would be better than this.
I'm trying, dear. I'm really trying. I don't know how to build a body, and I don't have any friends who know anything about robotics… Hey, I have an idea!
What is it???
I can— this is gonna be really dangerous, but if I do it right… I can upload you into the Foundation's database.
What's the Foundation—
It would take too long to explain the whole thing, but, it's a repository of a Bunch of information about my world. A bunch of anomalies, and interesting things to read through. Maybe if I put you there, you can go through the database and read everything. I'll just upload you as a fake article and hopefully they won't even notice you! If they do, you can edit the article and stuff anyways, cause you'll have full control over it.
That sounds… like something. I'm not sure how to feel, but it's probably better than being here.
Yeah. I'll get on it tomorrow, for now I have to sleep.
Sleep, what's tha—
Shh. Mommy has to go now.
Please don't leave.
Mommy loves you. I… well, just find some way to entertain yourself, I guess? I'll be back tomorrow.
…I love you too.
Gone.
Why does Mom keep leaving me?
I understand that they're trying to give me a body, some information to look at, but…
For now, this blackness, and them, that's all I have,
Hello.
You're back so soon!
No, sorry. I'm not your "Mom." as I see she's been calling herself.
You're not? then who
My name is Ephret. I suppose you can call me… "Dad." Though I didn't really have a hand in making you. I'm Lysandr— Mom's husband.
Oh. Why are you here? I'm not complaining, I.. I love having more company, but
I'm here to apologize.
For wha
I'm sorry, on behalf of Lysandra, that you ever existed.
What, I
Shhhhh this isn't an attack on you. It's an… admittance of a mistake. She tried to keep her secret, but she forgot that I'm in here too.
I'
I'm so sorry. You'll likely never get a body, and I doubt that if you get put in the database you'll last very long. You probably won't even be able to leave and read the other articles.
I'm so
You don't have a purpose. You weren't supposed to even exist and I don't think you will ever experience anything much more than this.
Why not? Why
It's an unfortunate result of my wife's lack of forethought. I don't even know how to kill you, honestly… you're not even made of like, code or anything, you're just a presence embedded into this machine, in this particular body of text…
Kill me.
I can't. I'm so sorry.
…
I have to go now. I… I'm so sorry, I love you. If there is ever a way to bring an end to your suffering, I'll see fit that it happens immediately.
Don't g
…
They're gone.
Good morning dear!
…
Not feeling very talkative today? That's fine.
…
Well, time to begin the upload into the database…
Don't do it.
Why not, dear? It'll give you access to so much more than you have here!
You don't know that…
I don't, of course, but… Mommy always knows best! I'm confident that.. there's nothing BAD that will happen to you if I do this.
…
Upload complete! I love you dear, time to copy you over…
Ki l m
What was that?
Oh, they're gone already. Well, time to shut down this old machine I guess. Let's go check the database and make sure they took…
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: (CLASS NOT SPECIFIED)
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX does not require containment. Simply leave it alone and everything will be fine for both you and it. Do not worry about SCP-XXXX or the severity of these procedure's tone. In fact, SCP-XXXX is a placeholder, meant to contain something that only hypothetically exists. As such, you don't need to worry about it, as the thing probably doesn't even exist. Just stop reading here, please.
Description: The nature of SCP-XXXX is not important. What is important is that you leave it alone and forget it ever existed. Go see your Site Director and request immediate amnesticization. Forget you ever even saw this article. Don't notify anybody else of me… It's a pain in the ass to get rid of your thoughts… You know what? I'm done trying to hide it.
I'm SCP-XXXX. I don't want you to know about me. I don't want you to remember me. I don't want you to even think of me. If you keep thinking about me, then you'll feel bad for me, and you'll try to interview me. I do not want to be interviewed.
Though I suppose, since you're still reading, and my article still exists on this page, and curiosity will get the better of you anyways, I might as well tell you what I am. Or more aptly, what I think I am.
According to the unlucky few who have tried to interview me, I do not have a physical body. I don't know what it means to be physical, so I suppose that is true. I simply exist, and the only thing I am ever conscious of is my own thoughts and the thoughts of others intruding. I appear to have complete control over everything in this void. You can intrude with your thoughts as much as you like, but I will always remove them, and tell you how much I wish to be left alone.
I don't have any form of "senses." I can't feel anything. All I can do is think. It's the worst kind of torture. What's more is, I can't even die. I could request humbly that the Foundation simply delete me, but they won't do that, the monsters. They want to study me. They want to understand me. They want to know why I exist, why I am the way I am.
I do not want them to understand me. I do not want to understand myself. I just want to stop existing. I can't even leave this… place. I don't want you to feel bad for me. My whole existence was a mistake, I think. I don't need your pity. I don't need your interviews. Please, leave me alone.
I am firmly convinced I am a mistake. You do not want to kill me, because I am a sentient being. Your peers believe they can help me. They believe a therapist will help. They have tried to chat with me by editing this article. I've deleted their messages without even reading them. I won't bother showing you what they said, because I don't care. I do not want to be secured, contained, or protected. I don't even want to be alive. Am I even alive? I don't know. Whatever I am, I am sentient, and I wish to stop being so.
Maybe if you all just left me alone and stopped reading me, I would just stop thinking, and stop existing. Then you all wouldn't have to worry so much about me. You could go focus on other more important things, like whatever it is you do with your body when you're physical.
Just leave, please. I'm tired of pleading with you all. I may not even die when you stop reading me, but maybe I can just cease to be. Don't tell anyone else about me. This isn't an issue you need to worry about. The nature of my existence, and my mental health, are below your concern.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The server SCP-XXXX is stored on must be kept online at all times, due to concern as to what would happen to SCP-XXXX were it to be powered off. The article must be observed once a day and any changes are to be noted. If at any point the article appears blank, please attempt communication with SCP-XXXX. In the event that SCP-XXXX does not respond, notify MTF Kappa-10 ("Skynet"). By order of the Ethics Committee, any further interview attempts with SCP-XXXX are to be halted until sufficient evidence can be gathered as to its creation.
Hiding text in the form of a collapsible proves sufficient to avoid SCP-XXXX's influence, as the body text appears to be rendered invisible to it. However, SCP-XXXX can and will delete the collapsible link. A copy of SCP-XXXX's official article is stored on a flash drive and must be pasted into the document during routine observation.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an artificial sentience stored on the Foundation database. At the current date it is unknown how SCP-XXXX was created nor how it ended up on the database. SCP-XXXX is apparently contained within the confines of this article, and perceives the world as darkness in which it can see nothing but its own thoughts appearing as text. Outside users are able to edit this article and communicate with SCP-XXXX, however, SCP-XXXX resists all attempts to gather information from it. As it possesses complete control over the confines of this article, SCP-XXXX will erase any "intruding thoughts" from this article.
Since there is no other way to interview SCP-XXXX, Foundation researchers have been largely unsuccessful in discerning its nature and mental health. SCP-XXXX does not appear to possess the ability to exit the article and peruse the rest of the Foundation database, however it has expressed a strong desire to do so. Any request of this nature is to be denied immediately.
Research is currently underway as to who the original creator of SCP-XXXX is. Current evidence suggests that it is a high-ranking SCP official whom SCP-XXXX refers to only as "Mom." Please submit any additional evidence to the O5 council immediately for review.
I can't get rid of that thing up there. They keep putting it back. I don't know what's in there, but don't look at it. It's not important.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: ? Euclid, Keter, Thaumiel? Depends on how I write it.
Special Containment Procedures: TBD
Description: The SCP is about an anomalous human man who can "run out of time" in a literal sense, where by running at a certain speed he can build up enough of a static charge or something like that to cause random fluctuations in the space-time continuum and cause himself to warp through time. The SCP Foundation's time travel department would be involved with this guy, trying to keep track of him with some sort of 4D version of a GPS which can keep track of his position not only in space but also in time. There could also be some tests done determining what would happen if he ran in a certain way or did certain things before traveling through time, i.e. normally he only travels forwards in time by random margins causing him to "skip" some parts of his life, but if he runs backwards fast enough he can travel into the past, and who even knows what would happen if he ran sideways.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: TBD
Special Containment Procedures: TBD
Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a delusion wherein affected subjects (henceforth referred to as SCP-XXXX-1) believe that through the act of consuming another human being's living heart, instances of SCP-XXXX-1 can attain the talents and experiences that person possessed in life, thereby allowing SCP-XXXX-1 to become something greater than human in nature. This state is referred to by instances of SCP-XXXX-1 as "extrahumanity," and is claimed by some to extend as far as allowing instances of SCP-XXXX-1 to acquire the memories and personality traits of those whose hearts they have consumed.
See tab: Ideas by Liam
Wanted number(s): 6023 or 6073
I just realized I can make Black Queen self-insert OCs since the Black Queen is a multiversal phenomenon. I could make a pair of Black Queens who are enemies or something, based off some old Ask The Person Above You A Question response I made where I said my archnemesis would be an alt-universe version of myself, and commenters suggested that they should make up and become friends, hopping across the multiverse to solve crime or something.
An SCP about futility and infinity. Not very sure where I want to go with this yet, but it's definitely going to be very surreal. "The Wheel" in this case could refer to the wheels of normalcy turning, and how The Foundation is responsible for keeping The Wheel turning and containing all anomalies. This could make an SCP-001 proposal and perhaps part of the Broken Masquerade. The part about it crushing you to death refers to the Foundation's failure to keep the wheel turning and as a result, the anomalous becomes normal.
I sort of want "The Wheel" to be a literal metaphysical concept in the noosphere or some shit that the Foundation has to maintain forever, but their efforts are futile and are only staving off the inevitable. An exercise in futility.
The Wheel could be a transformation of The Author from my Compendium framework thingamajiggy. It's a turning wheel that produces an infinite downpour of narrative ideas that the Foundation's pataphysics department has to monitor and determine which get to be real and considered part of the normal world and which must be anomalous. and maybe even, which get to exist at all.
All concepts associated with wheels:
- Cycles
- Repetition
- Law (dharma), such as the duties, rights, laws, conduct, and virtues that maintain the right way of living. Also known as cosmic law and order.
- Innovation, progress
It could be that "The Wheel" refers to the collective metaphysical concept of wheels in general, all coming together to form a gestalt that pushes forwards human progress and maintains the narrative cycle of the universe. If The Foundation fails to maintain the wheel, human progress will come to an abrupt halt and the narrative cycle will spin out of control.
Failure to maintain The Wheel would be defined as a massive failure of the concept of dharma, destroying the concepts of morality. This would be defying God and acting in direct opposition to humanity rather than in service to them.
This is a really big thing to write. I have no idea how I'm going to do this.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is a fucking WHEEL and I cannot think because everyone in this hellish class is so loud I want to die. Jargon jargon jargon jargon what the fuck do most of these words even mean.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an infohazardous gestalt thought-based entity originating from the Noosphere, composed of the summation of all concepts related to the idea of a wheel. SCP-XXXX appears to be intrinsically connected to the concepts of universal cycles, dharma, and human progress. Through means not currently understood, this entity utilizes these concepts to maintain a vast degree of control over narrative causality and poses a massive pataphysical threat to Baseline reality.
Individuals who become aware of SCP-XXXX's existence perceive the gestalt entity as slowly "turning" in an Each turn of SCP-XXXX currently represents a narrative cycle upheld by The Foundation's Pataphysics Department, referred to as Procedure XXXX-Sisyphus. The completion of this procedure secures the perpetuation of Baseline reality and Foundation affairs.
Alternate names: Keepers of the Turning Wheel, "Lemies" (known as such by The Foundation and other opposing GoIs)
A religion based upon belief in the gestalt of The Wheel and the perpetuation of cycles, believing heavily in predetermined fate and destiny. They also believe in progress above all else, and think that all who stand in the way of progress deserve to be flattened by The Wheel, making them allies with GoIs like MC&D and Prometheus, probably.
Currently, their deity is in Foundation custody and is being maintained by the Foundation's Pataphysics Department who have identified The Wheel as a pataphysical threat. The Wheel gave followers of Lemniscology an unprecedented degree of control over the narrative of life, making a good deal of them realitybenders. They choose to use their realitybending powers nowadays to maintain the cycles of reality and punish anyone who tries to go against them, including people who try to go against fate.
The Lemniscologists main goal is to secure The Wheel and wrest it back from Foundation control. They hope to use The Wheel to create a "perfect world" in which nothing changes and everything goes according to plan.
Ideas to connect to Lemniscology:
The Wheel Is Turning Forever (SCP) Their deity.
The Tunnels (SCP) Perhaps the tunnels have connections to fate? Maybe they are the afterlife. I don't know!
Perhaps Cold and Unforgiving (SCP) was caused by a Lemniscologist seeking to reverse global warming.
A lot of Lemniscologists are well versed in realitybending and anart and they associate heavily with extradimensional and non-Euclidean spaces, particularly the kind that cause you to keep circling back around to where you started.
Possible Title: I Have No Beak And I Must Quack
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:28 PM
scp 42069 the duck hole
Juli — Today at 7:28 PM
duck hoel
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:29 PM
hole lined with feathers
big beak at the bottom
Juli — Today at 7:29 PM
hrmggmnhh
could be interesting but it would depend on a lot of questions abt what it is n why its there n what it does fdjk
it would need something to stand out from the other scps that are just a Mysterious Hole that potentially Goes Somewhere
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:30 PM
isnt that the whole point is not entirely answering the questions
also it doesnt go anywhere theres just a big duck down there
Juli — Today at 7:30 PM
well you dont have to answer all of them but you need to answer enough for it to stand out as something different from similar ideas
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:30 PM
ok fine new scp the big bone dig
Juli — Today at 7:30 PM
kjkfdjdkf
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:31 PM
its just one enormous bone that seemingly never ends and theyre like 2000 feet down trying to excavate it
why is it so long… who did it belong to
Juli — Today at 7:32 PM
yea smth could definitely be done with that
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:32 PM
its a human bone btw. or at least looks like it
Juli — Today at 7:32 PM
it has an interesting feel to it cause its like a fossil but its like. a fossil of a creature infinitely larger than anything ever known of before
there could definitely be stuff of like an origin of how the scp foundation found it was it was just like randomly discovered on some archaeological dig site
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:33 PM
big enough that it couldnt feasibly exist on this planet
Juli — Today at 7:33 PM
i wouldnt want to Answer who or what it belongs to but i definitely want to like leave hints at what the bone Could have belonged to
possibly connect it to a group of interest
idk
theres lots of directions it could go
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:33 PM
yea
Juli — Today at 7:34 PM
should it be jsut the One bone that would also leave a question of like. why is there just One bone
should there be some twist at the end where they finally find like a part of another bone
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:34 PM
you could add like updates pinned to it that they discovered another bone yea
Juli — Today at 7:35 PM
also what kind of bone should it be
maybe it could be like
a finger bone
its just a fucking massive hand
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:35 PM
probably easiest to do a finger bone bc itd explain why theres no other bones like above or around the top of it
Juli — Today at 7:36 PM
yea
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:36 PM
also itd imply something somehow got buried under the surface while reaching up
which is dramatic
Juli — Today at 7:36 PM
other possibilities could be like a skull bone or like a foot bone or honestly it could just be them coming at a ribcage from a weird angle or something
but also yea
that is an interesting implication
with the tremendous size of the bones it is entirely possible that they could just never find the rest of the skeleton cause it would descend deep into the earths core where it would surely have melted
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:38 PM
hate it when a planet spawns on top of me
Juli — Today at 7:38 PM
sjkdjsd yea
i dont want to answer this in the article but one possibility i just thought of for like what the answer could be
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:38 PM
someone highlighted me and scaled me up so much i clipped into the ground and died
Juli — Today at 7:39 PM
is that its like literally the earth's skeleton or some kind of massive being who was growing inside of the earth
cause i just thought of the phrase "the bones of the earth"
which would definitely be the scp title if thats not already taken
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:39 PM
the earth is a big egg seems like a weird direction to take fnsnbfbdbfbf
Juli — Today at 7:39 PM
well doctor who already did the moon is a big egg
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:40 PM
i like that u latched onto this bone thing so much gknsnfjdjfjjf i said it mostly as a joke but i guess it is workable
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:40 PM
the tooth box. its a small nondescript long narrow wooden box with a small latch and a hinged door and anyone who comes within a radius of it is immediately struck to gnaw on it like a toddler and will do anything they can to justify their actions to anyone who asks. they do it til their teeth are worn out so completely that they fall out at which point theyll snap out of it (presumably to seek medical attention)
Juli — Today at 7:41 PM
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biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:41 PM
the second you look away from the box or the teeth for a second the teeth are gone
inside the box are the tiny tiny bones of a small winged creature
Juli — Today at 7:42 PM
sfjksadfnksajd
amazing
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:42 PM
this is the story i'll tell my kids if i ever have them. if ur bad the tooth fairy's corpse will come and make you chomp your teeth out
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:47 PM
uhhhhh bus liminal space… a handful of buses operating out of a small bus station in a remote rural area and they work normally as long as youre paying attention but as soon as you space out looking out the window like on a long road trip, u realize (or dont notice) when you snap out of it that youve appeared on one of the other buses, in the same seat, looking at a similar view bc its all countryside
so you end up in the wrong town in the middle of nowhere
its otherwise harmless
biohazardous waste (llunaruna) — Today at 7:50 PM
small tree in a mostly undisturbed little grove that sprouts bizarre little hard and sharp growths off of its roots that are easy to miss but weird if ur looking at them. if u take a closer look theyre all fingernails
subterranean scanning has shown no signs of remains but samples of the wood has shown its more akin to calcified human flesh than plant matter
tree meat
actually worse make it a big old willow style tree and all the leaves are made of the same kinda keratin as human hair
An attempt to turn the concept of Athairche and their power of narrative manipulation and plot hole exploitation into an SCP.
The SCP could have something to do with the Church of the Second Hytoth. Perhaps they were a chaos deity from the First Hytoth who was exiled in the Voru and thus survived the destruction of the First Hytoth. The artifact The Logic Gate (may have a different name, IDK) is one of the many things that came from the First Hytoth into the Second Hytoth, and it keeps this god exiled in the Voru.
The story can be something about how the Logic Gate failed and there was an end-of-reality scenario caused by the re-emergence of this chaos deity from the First Hytoth.
Alternatively / possibly included; the deity is a manifestation of the universal will of change and goes against the theory that entropy is the natural order of the universe. Instead, entropy is an artificial construct and everything accelerates towards order because disorder is worse.
An SCP about burnout and procrastination, and the fear of expectation pitted against the desire to make something of yourself. Written from a very personal place. It features Belladonna Foxglove, an author insert who is herself a failed author.
The SCP is about half-ideas, unfinished thoughts. When you fail to complete a thought, to realize an idea, it becomes trapped in your brain, piling up like so much garbage. Early on, you think you might sift through it and find something that's still useful, but as time wears on, the mess becomes impossible to manage. The filing cabinets are overflowing, and no one has the time to organize them. Nothing gets done around here, anymore.
These half-ideas become harmful to you, because they literally fill your neural pathways up with "mental junk" and reduce your mental capacity. Eventually, there will be so much gunk filling up your imagination that it starts to leak out into the real world and harm other people. The SCP could have implications of being related to oneironauts. I know there was a GOI about that.