#scp 004

[jekyll-doodles]

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it begins (scp articles : 002 -- 003 -- 004 -- 005 )

[omnikid6]

So now our next one is scp

Scp-001 (Guardian of the Gate/class Euclid.keter)

Scp-002 (Living room/class Euclid)

Scp-003 (Biological motherboard/class Euclid)

Scp-004 (12 rusty keys and a door/class Euclid)

Scp-005 (Master key/class Safe)

Scp-006 (Fountain of youth/class safe)

Scp-007 (Planet in the belly/class Euclid)

Scp-008 (Zombie Plague/class Euclid)

Scp-009 (Red Ice/class Euclid)

Scp-010 (Collars of Submission/class safe)

Scp-011 (A sensible monument to the participants of the Civil War/class safe)

Scp-012 (Bad melody/class Euclid)

Scp-013 (Cigarettes "Blue Lady"/class safe)

Scp-014 (Stone Man/class safe)

Scp-015 (Horrible pipeline/class Euclid)

Scp-016 (Intelligent virus/class keter)

Scp-017 (Shadow of a man/class keter)

Scp-018 (Super Ball/class Euclid)

Scp-019 (The Monstrous Vase/class keter)

Scp-020 (Invisible mold/class keter)

Scp-021 (Subcutaneous Serpent/class safe)

Scp-022 (morg/class Euclid)

Scp-023 (black dog/class Euclid)

Scp-024 (Deadly Game Show/class Euclid)

Scp-025 (A closet with worn-out things/class safe)

that's all for now

[scpchallenge]

SCP-004

[agnol117]

Series I, Part I

Some notes on my intended methodology here: unlike the 001 Proposals (which we will get back to, but they were starting to wear on me), I’m going to mostly be looking at these as standalone stories/items. The 001 Proposals kind of necessitate looking at them as part of a larger story/universe, and I know some of these will as well (so much cross referencing happens), but for the most part I’m looking at each of these as their own thing.

(Also I’m not going to summarize the items. All the articles are readily available to be read online for free, so summarizing feels unnecessary. Some might get brief summaries, but it won’t be the rule)

SCP-002 - The “Living” Room

I like this one a lot, actually. It’s creepy. It’s weird. The most origin story it has is “it came from space.” All around, this is a good SCP. It’s a creepy room made out of flesh, hence the name, and if people go in, they run the risk of being added to the room. It’s just a lovely, creepy idea, and it really encapsulates what an SCP “is” to me.

10/10

SCP-003 - Biological Motherboard

I like this one, too. It’s weird, not necessarily malicious but still harmful, and just fundamentally alien. It’s another one where the idea is really everything that I want an SCP to be. I just generally love it.

10/10

SCP-004 - 12 Rusty Keys and the Door

See, this is why I like the “normal” skips more. They’re just things. Weird, creepy things. 

004 has a lot going for it. It’s got the whole “it’s bigger on the inside” thing (maybe I just don’t watch enough Doctor Who, but I feel like more people should be fundamentally broken by that revelation). It’s got one key that just straight up explodes people (technically most of the keys do that, but we only know where they end up with one of them). There’s time dilation in an alternate dimension, there’s mysterious creatures…it’s great. These early ones are all that existed when I first encountered the SCP Foundation, and they’re still some of my favorites.

10/10

SCP-005 - Skeleton Key

I love how mundane this one is. It’s just a key that can open literally any lock, mechanical or otherwise. It’s not inherently dangerous, though it can be used for dangerous things. It’s just weird. Skips like this are a large part of the appeal to me. There’s room for items that have the capacity to destroy everything, and I like those, too, but I like that there’s some that are just generally weird.

10/10

SCP-006 - Fountain of Youth

This is another mostly mundane one. Well, as mundane as you can get when the subject is a spring that produces water that lets you live forever. I’m ultimately torn on this one: the true “horror” of it, I think, is that they know it exists and only keep it for themselves (specifically, the O5s), but it’s still just special water? It definitely fits the “weird” category, and it definitely fuels other horror aspects of the Foundation, but on its own, I think it’s kinda weak.

2/10

[nopanamaman]

How do mutants in the Facility live?

Patreon Loredump. August 2023

One of the most frequent types of questions I get are about life in the Facility. So it seems like a good topic to start my loredumping series with! 

Apologies in advance for all the photo examples, I hope they work fine for getting the vibes across.

Overview

The facility dome is visible in the distance.

The facility in general – or, as it’s officially known, the Zh. I. Alferov National Institute of Anomalous Research – is a large structure located on the border of the Zone. Its most notable feature is the massive dome surrounded by an outside wall.

The wall. In real life, the famous building of НИЦЭВТ.

The latter is a building in itself, containing offices, lecture halls, resting and dining quarters for researchers, as well as minor labs. All entrances are supervised, though not totally closed off to the public. Excursions, official meetings, TV reports – all of those happen within the wall.

But you will not find any mutants here. As you may have already guessed, all the major laboratories, anomalous artefacts, and, of course, mutants are housed in the dome. The entrances to the dome are monitored and equipped with anomaly scanners, allowing only authorised personnel and mutants to travel between its sectors.

Mutants cannot traverse the facility unsupervised.

What is the mutant classification system?

Depending on their anomalous characteristics, cooperability and method of containment, mutants are sorted into types and numbered groups. Individual mutant numbers usually look like XT000-000.

Let’s use Dmitry as an example.

Dima’s serial number is DT001-319.

The type constitutes the first part of the mutant’s number. Dima’s mutation is Directional Type, hence the letters DT at the start (for the record, KT stands for Kernel Type).

Next we have the 00X number. Mutants are assigned a 001, 002, 003 or 004 class depending on the potency and containability of their mutation – kinda like SCPs, yeah. Dima has a very powerful mutation he has good control over, plus he is sound of mind, making him suitable for 001 containment.

The last three digits are the overall number of the mutant within their type. So if Dima’s are 319, the facility has had 318 directional-type mutants on record prior to his arrival. This does not mean they were as powerful or had the same level of control over their telekinesis, just that they possessed a similar mutation to some extent.

How do different mutant classes live?

001

001 quarters example. Not too different from a hospital or sanatorium

Subjects ranked as 001 are extremely powerful, have good control over their powers and are, most importantly, docile. Since their mutations are very potent and difficult to forcefully contain, the go-to approach is making them not want to leave.

001s spend most (if not all) of their conscious lives surrounded by doctors. The latter foster a particular mindset in their subjects, where the world outside is presented as a place that is unanimously hostile to mutants. This is done by means of propaganda, reminders about their family’s supposed mistreatment and, in case a mutant has some favourable recollections of their childhood, gaslighting. Additionally, subjects are never left alone with each other.

001s get very luxurious treatment by facility's standards, with much bigger, more comfortable rooms than other mutant types. They're even allowed to have gaming consoles, TVs with VHS and video players, and their own bookshelves. Each mutant has their own separate room, which is kept under constant camera surveillance with the toilet being the only blind spot.

Special folders are issued to 001s before experiments with lower-ranked mutants.

Experiments held on 001s are relatively humane so as not to discourage them from staying at the facility. They do undergo daily checkups mostly designed to monitor their mental state. 001s are also active participants in experimentation on lower-ranked mutants, who they are taught and encouraged to treat as lesser beings.

001s are a high-risk investment, so their numbers are far smaller than those of 002 and 003-class mutants. Additionally, because of the potential danger they present, the institute is quick to dispose of 001 subjects by either termination or reclassification to 004. Though, if a 001 manages to stay cooperative long-term, they can become a very valuable asset for the facility.

002 and 003

002 and 003 quarters example. Though, they’re typically not as well-kept

002 and 003 mutant classes can be grouped together, since their treatment is largely the same. Both of these types’ mutations are easy to forcibly contain. The difference is their danger levels. 003s require close monitoring to not be harmful to others, while 002s are borderline harmless. Both types are characterised by general cooperability.

002s live in wards for 2 to 4 people, while 003s are more commonly placed in single-person wards to prevent accidents. A standard room includes a bed, a desk and a small bathroom (multiple beds and two desks in bigger wards).

KT got to take a dinosaur plushie to her room for good behaviour.

Mutants are allowed to borrow books from the library, as well as get drawing and writing materials. If they behave well, they can get a toy or even be lent a handheld console for a few days. 

002s and 003s have breakfasts, lunches and dinners together, and can spend some time in the playroom with other mutants (that’s also where they can play computer games and watch TV) – all under very strict surveillance, of course.

In some ways, their treatment is much less cruel than that of the elite 001 subjects.

KT before the DT experiment.

Though, not when it comes to experiments. 002s and 003s are very common, and are thus treated as disposable material in a scientific sense. The people holding experiments on them are a lot less concerned with minimising the subject’s pain or discomfort. Consequently, it’s not uncommon for mutants of these classes to sustain serious injuries or die as a result of experimentation.

That said, 002s have the highest likelihood of getting released from the facility, given they meet the conditions for it (more on that below).

004

004 quarters example. Basically a prison bunker

004 is a special category reserved for powerful mutants that refuse or physically cannot cooperate. This number can also be issued as a temporary or permanent punishment to misbehaving mutants. The 004 quarters are located underground and have the highest level of security, acting as a sort of bunker for the most dangerous subjects the facility has.

004 rooms are even more barebones than those of 002 and 003s. They have no access to entertainment (unless it is somehow required to contain their mutation) and cannot leave their room under any circumstances. They are more weapons than test subjects.

Do mutants receive education?

All mutants from class 003 and above receive basic education, learning to read, write and count. They additionally get curated history and sociology lessons. Some mutants, namely 001s, attend mandatory classes in certain disciplines to better apply their mutation. For example, Dmitry studied anatomy to know the precise positioning of internal organs.

Mutants are also free to study whatever sciences interest them in their free time by asking for educational materials at the library. Needless to say, most kids aren’t too interested in that, and are very uneducated compared to their outside peers.

Is there censorship in the facility?

All the media mutants are exposed to at the facility is strictly controlled.

6 y.o. Dima and his politically correct PSP.

The only movies, cartoons, comics, books and games allowed are those that either don't feature the Zone or mutants at all, those that show the discrimination mutants face outside, or those that are very obvious anti-mutant propaganda.

In essence, there are no positive depictions of human-to-mutant interaction, aside from ones between mutants and noble scientists. And, of course, nothing that goes against the general government ideology.

Can mutants be released from the facility?

It is generally assumed that mutants that go into the dome do not come out.

While they are largely dehumanised, the facility is still publicly presented as a sort of scientific sanatorium and hospice for those that cannot safely exist in society. Releasing mutants that know the truth behind the institute’s experiments into the wild is simply of no benefit to the government. So the majority are terminated once their scientific potential is exhausted or if they become too expensive to contain. As a result, few mutants live to adulthood.

Though, there are exceptions to the rule. Occasionally, mutants deemed non-hazardous can be released back into society. This is applicable to mutants that have not experienced significant mistreatment from the facility, lack the ability to talk about their experiences and optimally have been brainwashed by an appropriate 001 subject.

Have other mutants before DT and KT ever escaped?

The funny thing is, escapes aren’t a particularly rare occurrence.

Dmitry and Katya’s escape in KT’s Official Guide to Coolness.

Despite getting a lot of funding, the facility itself is very disorganised. Most of the money is blatantly pocketed by the higher-ups, so a lot of its structures and equipment are subpar – this includes its outdated safety systems. To top it all off, the security staff isn’t especially well-paid, so their diligence is highly questionable.

With all that piling up, there are around 3 cases of low-level escapes every year. Because of tight budgets and plenty of work to do as is, these escapes are generally brushed under the rug. The institute still keeps tabs on the escapees in case they happen to show up on the radar, but it rarely organises active searches or alerts the public for that matter.

DT and KT’s escape stood out because it was anything but low-level, and pretty bombastic at that. But even that didn’t warrant a public announcement for fear of panic and reputational damage. So if you’re an 003 mutant looking for an opportunity to sneak out… Hell, man, just go for it.

Wrap-up

That’s about all I can say about mutants’ life in the research centre, scratch some small factoids here and there. I tried to answer the most common questions regarding the topic, so I hope your curiosity was satisfied!

[wolveria]

The Anomaly Archives - Reality #004

AU of The Raven's Hymn

Pairing: SCP-035 x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Dubious consent, mind sex, tentacle sex, vaginal sex, 035 being 035

AO3

You gasped in a breath and automatically reached for your face. You patted down your forehead, your cheeks, even your nose and mouth. All you felt was sweat-slicked skin, too warm, but you ran hot after waking up.

Normal. Everything was normal. There was no reason to believe otherwise, because nothing ever changed no matter how long they kept you in this room.

Or rather, how long the Site Director kept you in this room. There was really only one man responsible, but you could blame the whole damn Foundation if you liked.

Your daily routine was a simple one: drink water out of the sink, relieve yourself, stretch, eat breakfast, exercise within the limited space, shower, get dressed, and most important of all, ignore the bastard in the center of the room until it was time to take him out.

Until instructed, you refused to look at the pedestal that seemed to mock you no matter where you stood or what angle you viewed it, should you make the mistake of letting your eyes wander.

You could only drag on the morning ritual for so long before they started making demands through the intercom, but at least you had a few moments to yourself before you had to share the privacy of your innermost thoughts with someone who didn’t know the definition of decency, respect, or anything that didn’t directly involve his entertainment.

Instructions were given, and you approached the pedestal and lifted the glass. The porcelain theater mask stared up at you as it always did, greeting you in a wide, jovial smile. It had no teeth, but you imagined them under the surface, bared and eager to sink into exposed flesh.

It was fortunate you were immune to his bites. If anything, you were the muzzle.

As you slipped on the mask, all of the influence it exerted on its environment, seen in the way it leaked black ooze, and unseen in how it eventually enslaved anyone in close proximity, came to an immediate stop.

SCP-035 was now an inert piece of theater costume.

Well, at least to anyone who wasn’t you.

Morning sunshine, he purred from inside your head. Took you long enough. You’re almost thirty seconds late.

“How would you know,” you muttered. You could respond to him completely in your own head, but you hated doing that. Made everything feel more intrusive than it already was, which was a lot, and at least this way you felt a degree less crazy. And having half of the conversation out loud put a barrier of separation between you and showed 035 that he was not welcome in your head.

You would be surprised the things I know.

When you didn’t take the bait, he continued on anyway, because his own voice was reason enough to keep talking.

Take, for example, your little friend with the long hair. Kaiju? Kirby?

“Kenneth.”

Half the time he falls asleep during the overnight observation detail. Richard got a mark on his record for trying to order whale jizz from 294. And Lucy from Pathology Section 3 and Phebe from Comm Sector in Light Containment? They’re definitely fucking.

You blinked—not because interdepartmental sex was going on, or that another idiot had tried to request cum out of the anomalous vending machine, or that Kenneth was once again napping on his shift, but… because of the fact 035 bothered to pay attention.

After a few seconds of thinking, which wasn’t easy when someone sat in your brain trying to metaphorically look over your shoulder to see what you were thinking, you said, “You’re bored.”

No shit.

You slowly paced the length of the cell, looking down at the progress your feet made without truly seeing them.

“I mean, you’re really bored,” you pressed. “And it’s getting to you.”

035 said nothing. That wasn’t a good sign, the bastard always had something to say.

Finally, in a flat tone, he said, There’s only so much petty human drama I can watch. Only so many small, dull lives I can overhear before I feel the incredible urge to crush you all like the pathetic microbes you are. And then, maybe, after I’m done ripping out spinal columns and crushing all that wasted grey matter into paste, I can finally get some fucking silence where I don’t have to listen to every stupid thought that escapes every minuscule brain in this shit-parade!

You waited until he seemed done with his tantrum.

“That bad, huh?”

You sensed the mental equivalent of a sigh.

It’s like a radio receiver that’s tuned into every station and blaring all the channels at once. All 2,518 of them. And they only play shitty music on repeat.

You’d known 035 could tune into people’s thoughts, but you didn’t know he couldn’t control it. That did sound kind of bad.

It is.

“What did I say?” you growled.

Sorry, sweetheart. Old habits.

You rolled your eyes but let it pass. You tried to hold conversations verbally, but sometimes a thought slipped through, and 035 was supposed to ignore errant thoughts and respond only to spoken words.

Funnily enough, most of the time he did follow the agreement. It proved more than anything how bored he was, that he would continue this arrangement and not piss you off too badly, because wearing 035 was the only time he got to connect with senses to experience the world.

Even if it was only from the inside of a concrete cell, that seemed to mean something to him. And ever since you had been accidentally locked in with SCP-049 and the Site Director discovered you had some kind of immunity to SCPs, your life had been one nightmare after another. Test after test, SCP after SCP, and Leahy had settled on permanent residency for you and 035.

Leahy had said it was a containment measure for the mask, not a punishment for you, but it was starting to feel like punishment for you both. Because while 035 had his powers suppressed when you wore him, including no longer having to hear the thoughts of everyone in Site-20, it apparently made it harder for him to ignore them at night when you slept and didn’t wear the mask.

That was the one request Leahy had agreed to. You didn’t want to sleep with the mask on, and the Site Director didn’t seem keen on 035 having access to your body while you were unconscious.

But that was the one allowance you were given. You couldn’t leave the room, or have any visitors, and the only change in routine was when the researchers gave you new questions to ask 035. Whether or not he would answer them seemed to depend on how funny he could make his answer.

You laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling, blowing out a long breath. Without you wearing the mask, ooze would be dripping from his eyes and mouth. He seemed agitated enough that there could have even been a few tentacles sprouting around the room too. They hadn’t made an appearance yet at Site-20, but you’d seen the footage of the Site-19 breach. 035 could turn a room into an inhospitable alien landscape in under an hour.

What if you asked about the TV again? he mused, and you could practically see the finger stroking his chin.

“They won’t go for it.”

I can’t mind-control a fucking TV.

“You think this is easy for me?” you asked sharply, cutting through his bullshit. “That I don’t get bored too?”

You tried to rest your arm over your face, then stopped when you bumped into the mask. Sighing, you folded your hands over your stomach and closed your eyes, but that just made 035’s presence in your head larger, almost tangible, so you opened them again and glared up at the concrete ceiling.

I know you do, darling.

Oh, he was trying for soft and sweet today. That was always entertaining, right up until he remembered it wouldn’t work and his wry sarcasm mocked you for something trivial and petty. That was almost a routine too.

Whatever. He could suck it up and deal with the boredom. It wasn’t as if either if you could change it anyway.

A new round of tests left you hollow and aching, and when you were returned to 035’s cell, you were surprised to find the mask had begun to leak black ooze from its eyes and mouth.

You went straight to the bed, ready to curl up for a nap, but the intercom ordered you to put on the mask. It must have still been the day cycle then, and you begrudgingly lifted the glass. You’d already tested what would happen if you disobeyed orders, and the last time you’d refused to wear the mask, the floor had been electrified and shocked you straight through your thin socks.

So, you wouldn’t be doing that again. As soon as you touched the mask, the black ooze vanished as if evaporated away. Wearily, you placed the ceramic piece against your face, and once it stuck, you laid down on your meager bed and shut your eyes.

“Don’t,” you muttered, sensing 035 nudging at your thoughts.

You’ve been gone for two days, love. Can’t blame me for being worried.

Had it been so long? That explained the ooze.

Oh, yes, I wept for your return, but the cruel jailors wouldn’t return you to me.

You stayed quiet and stared blankly at the wall.

Not even going to engage me in witty banter?

“No.”

All you could see was a young girl, kept alone in isolation, crying when you were eventually ordered to leave. You couldn’t even promise her you’d come back.

You know, it’s only the two of us, so it’s quite rude to—

“Fuck off.”

035 went silent, and he stayed that way. You couldn’t remember a time when he’d actually listened to you, and you savored it, eyes fixed on the wall as you let the hollowness eat at you in a way 035’s secretions never could.

After the second round of tests, you stumbled into 035’s chamber, catching yourself on the pedestal as your knees wobbled. Your neck ached, the bandage around it old, soft linen. You guessed it had come from 049’s bag, as you’d woken up on his autopsy table, your last memory of SCP-173 staring at the corner before you’d been forced to lower a blinded helmet over your head.

049’s soft gaze was a surprise, and his concern followed you as he was forced into the inner chamber, security taking you away, back to 035’s cell. Whatever 173 had done to you, it was bad enough the Site Director had ordered 049 to medically treat you.

You hadn’t even had time to thank him before they’d dragged you away, and you felt sick, your eyes shut tight against the images. It wasn’t only 173 that haunted you. 106’s leering grin and the hunger in his eyes lingered on your flesh, and all you wanted to do was take a shower.

But 035’s mask was leaking worse than last time, and after being ordered through the intercom again, you placed the mask on your face and crawled into bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin.

The first tremble was mild, but it was followed by another, and another, until you were a shaking mess, biting the blanket so you wouldn’t whimper.

Shhhh.

You automatically balked against the presence in your head, but 035 didn’t barge in with his intruding presence as he usually did. He was being careful, almost gentle, and if you’d been in a better frame of mind you would have told him to fuck off again.

Instead, when something warmed your cheek, like a caressing hand, you closed your eyes and relented. It felt… surprisingly good.

That’s it, 035 crooned softly. You have nothing to fear now.

But you did. The staircase that led downward with no end. The crying man who wasn’t really a man. 173 with its incurable hatred, and 106 with his more calculating version of the same wish to tear you apart.

The staircase can’t move, Skinny doesn’t want to hurt you, and the other two assholes can’t. Although, it looks like Peanut gave it the old college try.

“Who?”

You’re safe here, he reaffirmed, ignoring you. Another sensation joined the warmth on your cheek—a ripple down your spine, like someone was petting a hand down your back.

You thought about shaking it off, you didn’t know how 035 was touching you like this, and it should freak you out. But it felt nice, and if he tried anything weird, you could always take off the mask. That would be the worst kind of punishment for him, being cut off from all physical sensation, so you knew he would behave.

Safe as houses, he added, his voice low and smooth. You’d been so accustomed to his over-the-top showmanship that it was strange to hear him talk like this. Almost normal.

Safe as houses. You’d never really understood that phrase.

Me neither. Houses can have termites, black mold, or explode to a natural gas leak that has already killed the entire family—

“You’re not helping,” you said out loud, and you could practically feel 035’s smugness.

You’re not shaking anymore.

It was true.

Bastard.

The third experiment—which hadn’t been a test at all but a failed execution order—left you nauseous and bleary-eyed. You thought your blurred vision was deceiving you, but as you drew closer, you realized your eyes weren’t playing tricks.

Thick black viscous liquid trailed down the pedestal to the floor, worse than any other time you’d left, and you hadn’t been gone more than a few hours.

The light was dim, indicating the night cycle, but you didn’t wait for the intercom instruction. By the advanced state of decay leaking from the mask, you figured they would break the routine of giving you a nighttime respite

That was fine. Right now, you didn’t want to be alone, even if your only company was a sarcastic disembodied voice that couldn’t take anything seriously.

Just as before, as soon as you touched the mask the ooze vanished from its polished, white surface, but the oily substance dripping down the pedestal stained its surface. They would have to send D-Class in tomorrow in biohazard suits to clean up the mess, but that wasn’t your problem.

035’s presence filled your mind, and though you would never admit it, it was better than being alone. You curled up on the bed over the covers, shivering and too hot at the same time.

Mmm, 035 hummed in your head. I always suspected they’d kept 682 alive. He’s very hard to kill.

“So I’ve heard,” you said dryly, your voice muffled by the sheets. You shuddered, and by the intensity of it you knew there would be more following. You couldn’t get it out of your head, seeing the reptile anomaly being ripped apart and stretched inside-out again and again.

He was still there, right now, endearing torture that would destroy anyone after a few seconds. Maybe you should have tried. Maybe killing him would have been the merciful thing—

None of that.

Just as before, you sensed the warmth layering over your skin, soothing an ache you didn’t understand.

“035…”

You’re wound too tight. You’re gonna snap one of these days, and trust me, that’s going to suck for both of us.

You frowned. What did that mean?

Just… let me try something. If you hate it, you can dash me against the wall and step on me.

“You’d like that.”

He laughed. It reverberated through you in a funny, tingling sensation.

Come on, he said, warmth in his voice that actually felt genuine. What’s the worst that can happen?

A shit ton, for starters.

“You’re not taking over my body.”

Nah. You’ll have full control.

The warm ripple moved up your back again, and you closed your eyes as you tried not to shiver.

Just more of that. A simple massage, that’s all. I promise.

You didn’t respond, shifting onto your back to stare at the ceiling. This was a bad idea.

That’s how you know it’ll be good.

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

035 let the silence stretch between you, and okay, maybe he had a point about being so fucking stressed you were probably going to maul the next person you laid eyes on.

“Fine,” you said in a quiet huff. “But stop when I say. And don’t get weird.”

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

You rolled your eyes but then closed them, resting the back of your wrist at the top of your head since you couldn’t touch your face. You imagined 035 would start gradually, like any normal fucking person would when giving a massage, and that was your first mistake.

Heat flooded through your body in a wave, like a dozen vague hands were caressing your skin under your clothes, and you nearly kicked the blanket off the bed.

You hissed through your teeth, “S-slow down!” trying to keep it at a whisper so you wouldn’t draw attention from the other side of the observation glass.

They’re not paying attention, 035 said, amusement laced in his words. Was that too much for you, sweetheart?

You glared up at the ceiling. He would get your point.

He sighed, and the intense feeling floated away, replaced by something more pinpointed and focused. It was scattered at first, and then solidified into what felt like a hand on your arm. You had to looked down to make sure someone wasn’t actually touching you, but you were still physically alone in the room.

“It feels… real,” you said doubtfully.

It is, he agreed. In a way. The only reason you feel anything by touch is due to synapses in your brain. I’m simply plucking away at them. I used to be quite the harpsichord player. It’s no different than that, if one knows what they’re doing.

“Uh-huh,” you muttered under your breath. It was getting harder to pay attention when a second “hand” joined the first, both of them rubbing up and down your arms. You didn’t think playing an instrument could possibly be the same as playing with someone’s brain, and you really shouldn’t be letting him do this, but…

But…

Relax, he purred. This won’t work otherwise.

You blew out a breath and let your eyes close again. It did feel really good, and he was keeping his hands—for lack of a better word—in the safe zones.

But it didn’t feel entirely safe the way the hands wrapped around your throat, and you tensed, but his touch remained gentle. He kneaded the nape of your neck, and you melted like warm butter, tilting back your head as if he needed a better angle.

Something… changed. Like a switch being flipped. You’d thought it felt real before, but it paled in comparison as a weight settled over you, a warm body pressing you into the thin mattress. His hands traveled upward to cup your face, not letting you move as his mouth covered yours.

You froze, afraid for a moment that someone else was there, had slipped into the room when you weren’t paying attention, but you could breathe through the kiss. No one was actually there, it was only him.

Before you could panic, 035 broke the kiss, but he didn’t let you go or move off of you.

Don’t open your eyes, he whispered across your thoughts. Don’t break the illusion.

You sensed what he wasn’t saying. Once in a while, emotions would bleed through the barrier, much more easily from your side than his. But sometimes, when he was feeling particularly strong about something, you caught a glimpse of it. Normally what you felt from him was rage at being imprisoned, but this wasn’t that, and the force of it hit you like a storm.

Aching, yearning, desire always denied, it slammed into you and through you, leaving you bare and open.

This time, when he kissed you, you didn’t reject it.

Warmth settled over and around you, leaving you surrounded by sensation on all sides. It was good, really good, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more of that sensation, enough to drown out the fear and loneliness and isolation. You wanted to feel safe.

You’re safe with me, he said, reading your thoughts as fast as you could think them. No one will touch you again.

You could almost believe it. Wanted to believe it. But he had no more control over the tests than you did.

Let me worry about that, he purred, the words caressing over your mind. You really should yell at him for continually reading your thoughts, but you were preoccupied by the unseen pressure of hands on your hips.

Your clothes weren’t really a barrier, but you still wanted them off. Slipping under the covers, you yanked down your leggings and underwear, and hiked up your gown so it bunched around your waist.

035 didn’t need another invitation; pressure delved between your legs, focused and intense, and you grit your teeth to keep from making a noise. So many sensations at once, too many to parse, like there were fingers plying you apart and a mouth latched over your clit, while something else prodded at your entrance.

It was too much but you still spread your legs wide, fisting the sheets for something to hold onto.

That’s it, sweetheart, the honeyed voice whispered in your ear. Surrender to me…

Even while being fingered and eaten out and about to be fucked by something that felt like a cock, you held onto your mental defenses. He could have your body, but he couldn’t have you. 035 wasn’t like most of the other SCPs, most of which were rendered powerless at your touch.

035 was bridled when you wore him, but he wasn’t powerless, even now. He was different from the rest, and you suspected out of all of the anomalies in the facility, he was the most dangerous. Whatever he was, he wasn’t just an SCP—no matter how much he pretended he was only a sentient mask.

Your thoughts were wandering again, and you sensed his amusement at trying to keep him out even while you groaned softly at the back of your throat. You were dripping into the bedspread, so wet you could hear it as he played with you, keeping you just at the edge and not allowing you to spill over.

“035…”

That’s not my name.

You trembled as he dragged his “tongue” along your clit, the prodding pressure at your entrance unbearably teasing.

“I don’t… know your name,” you choked out.

Do you want to?

No. Maybe. You didn’t know—

You trembled as he delivered a cruel flick to your clit, and then you groaned in frustration as he pulled away almost entirely. The pressure of fingers spreading your labia kept you suspended in trembling anticipation, but the sensations on your clit and entrance were gone. So was the comforting weight on your body.

You broke out into a sweat, grinding your teeth so you wouldn’t beg him to continue, but it didn’t matter if you stayed silent with how you were broadcasting desperation in every thought.

“Fine,” you gasped aloud. “Tell me your name.”

Anything to get that feeling back, for him to stop teasing you and finish what he started, but you sensed him hovering just out of reach—you could almost see the amused smile behind the mask.

Even though your eyes were already closed, you squeezed them shut.

Please?

Your silent plea reverberated back at you with a sense of satisfaction, along with a wave of desire that was poorly disguised. At least you weren’t the only one whose emotions kept leaking through the mental barriers.

The weight on your body returned, and heat warmed the side of your face as 035 whispered in your ear.

Dýo.

Something massive pushed against your entrance, and then breached it with a determined thrust. You opened your mouth to cry out, but 035 gripped your jaw and forced it closed as you twitched against his hold. And he was holding you down, trapped against the bed as he slid further inside, stretching you open until you thought you’d go crazy.

You tried to close your legs on reflex, but your ankles were pressed firmly to the mattress, along with your wrists, by something flexible and strong. And when they touched your skin, there wasn’t just pressure, there was texture and real heat.

Panic shot through you like a jolt, and you opened your eyes, twisting your head down to look at yourself. The covers blocked your view, but you could see the shape of flexible appendages holding you down. 035 shouldn’t be able to summon them while you were wearing him, and they only appeared during advanced stages of decay.

Shhh, he hushed you in what might have been a genuine attempt to comfort except for the mockery on the edges. I said you were safe. I wouldn’t lie about that.

You opened your mouth to shout in warning to whoever was in the observation room, but a scarlet tentacle shot out from under the covers and delved between your lips, forcing its way past your teeth, too far as you choked on it.

Another tentacle slithered up your cheek and over your eyes, forcing your head back down onto the pillow and smothering you in darkness. Claustrophobic terror surged inside you as you struggled not to gag.

The tentacle in your mouth slid out immediately and you gasped for breath, tears springing in the corners of your eyes.

I didn’t want to do that. He sounded oddly irritated; how funny your roles had been reversed. But you make every damn thing so difficult, Reid.

The heavy pressure inside you began to retract, and you immediately regretted the loss and reached out, wanting to be filled again, the emptiness making everything worse.

A deep, primordial growl echoed in your mind before he thrust back inside, pressure digging into your hips as if he actually held you there. And he didn’t stop, his rhythm picking up until you were being repeatedly fucked into the mattress, or at least it felt that way even if your body didn’t move an inch.

Your eyes rolled into your head, the ecstatic sensations pulsing through you so deep you feared you might be torn apart. The tentacle that had been in your mouth now grasped you lightly around the throat, and you arched your spine, silently begging for more.

More tentacles slithered up the bed and over your skin, around your legs and stomach and arms, even across your chest to tease your nipples with the deftness of a very flexible tongue.

And then a tentacle thicker than the others slid up your thigh, pushed between your legs, and forced its way inside, its smooth surface joining 035’s thrusts along your walls, fucking you bodily as well as mentally.

035 stopped talking a while ago, but you felt him entrenched just as deeply in your thoughts, wrapped around you so completely that it was an orgasmic sensation all on its own. You were glad you hadn’t known what this was like, otherwise you might have begged for it at the start.

You sensed his need, urging you to come apart, to give yourself to him. A tiny shred of resistance remained as you tried to hold on to your self, your identity.

The tentacle pulsed and squirmed inside you, phantom teeth nipped at your throat, and you shattered, breaking apart into a million tiny shards as you silently cried his true name in a litany of pleasure and surrender. It wasn’t intentional, but it was inevitable. All you wanted was for the bliss to continue, to never end, and 035’s presence wrapped and twisted around you until you couldn’t tell the difference between your thoughts and his. All that remained was sparking heat and ecstatic sensation.

The orgasm dragged on, tugging you past your limits as you twitched with overstimulation, and the pleasure you sensed wasn’t just yours. 035 also felt sluggish and heavy, as if your climax had hit him just as hard.

The tentacles gradually retreated as did the pressure splitting you open, and you whined at the absence. You were drenched in your own slick, and you really should get up to clean yourself, but you didn’t have an ounce of energy left.

Something coiled around you, but when you blinked your eyes open, there was nothing there. 035 had wrapped around your mind like a satisfied cat—or a constricting snake.

I’ll take care of everything, he lulled with his low whispers. Sleep.

Sleep sounded like a great idea, and also a terrible one. You really should take off the mask, but instead, you closed your eyes and basked in 035’s presence. Normally intrusive and cloying, his closeness was oddly comforting. Secure.

You couldn’t trust him, not ever, but as you closed your eyes, you allowed yourself to open up to him. Just a little.

Alarms blared from a great distance, slowly becoming louder and louder until they ricocheted in your skull. Your eyes blinked open, or… were already open, and you winced at the flashing emergency lights over your head.

You were holding something heavy in one hand, and when you looked down, the blank, lifeless gaze of a guard stared back at you.

Dropping the body, you shuddered backwards, confused and panicked. You were in a corridor somewhere, Light Containment by the looks of it. You wanted to shut your eyes, not against the pulsing lights but at the bodies strewn across the tile like broken toys.

Only then did you realize you weren’t seeing the whole picture—literally, your vision partially obscured as if you were looking through something. Your hands tried to touch your face, but smooth porcelain blocked your fingers.

“035,” you whispered, horror strangling your words. “What did you do?”

Your hands jerked away from your face, clumsy and uncoordinated, and you instinctually fought against it. But the presence looming in your mind was too large, and he quickly wrested back control, his movements smooth as he used your body to pick up a guard’s rifle at your feet.

He cradled the weapon in one hand, using the other to pull a level 4 security keycard from the fallen guard. He glanced at the card before twirling it between his-your fingers and pocketed it into the lap coat you were apparently wearing.

A grin spread across your face, so wide and obscene it made your cheeks ache. You fought against his hold, but his tether within your body was too strong.

035 attempted to soothe you, like someone petting an agitated animal, and you wished you could bite. His amusement was patronizing and unnecessary; you both knew you couldn’t break free. You had surrendered to him, let your guard down, and he’d finally gotten what he desired.

“I think the question is…” He spoke using your mouth, your voice layered with another underneath, silky and sinister. “What are we doing?”

His grin spread wide.

“Whatever the hell we want.”

Next Entry

[irvonmutant77777]

SCP-004-010

[eviltransswag]

Evil Trans Swag Competitor List

I'm not posting a bracket because I'm still making it and it's by hand, but here are the characters who are going to be in the tournament! The match-ups will be randomly generated and there are 64 characters. The polls will last a week. Alright enough of that here is the list (in alphabetical order bc yeah)

Thanks everyone for submissions and the voter fraud!!

Akaza (Demon Slayer)

Akechi Goro (Persona 5)

Alexis Meade (Ugly Betty)

Artemis Fowl (Artemis Fowl series)

Ashiok (Magic the Gathering)

Beatrice (Umineko: When They Cry)

Bloodraven (Tales of Dunk and Egg)

Buggy the Clown (One Piece)

Cesar (Big Top Burger)

Sir Crocodile (One Piece)

Dio Brando (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Dr. Frank-N-Furter (Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Dr. Starline (IDW Sonic)

Dracule Mihawk (One Piece)

Edward Nygma/The Riddler (DC Comics)

Elendira (Trigun)

Envy (Full Metal Alchemist)

Ghirahim (The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword)

Giselle Gewelle (Bleach)

Goblin King Jareth (Labyrinth)

Golden-Winged Peng (LEGO Monkie Kid)

Grelle Sutcliff (Black Butler)

Grima (Fire Emblem)

Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Henry Cooldown (No More Heroes)

HIM (Powerpuff Girls)

Hubert von Vestra (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Ienaga Kano (Golden Kamuy)

Infinite the Jackal (Sonic the Hedgehog series)

James (Pokemon)

Jessie (Pokemon)

Jester Karture (Fate/Strange Fake)

John Hart (Torchwood)

Joseph Bertrand III (inFAMOUS 2)

Lestat de Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles)

Liquid Snake/Eli (Metal Gear Solid)

Loam Arnault (Entropic Float)

Merasmus (Team Fortress 2)

Metal Sonic (Sonic the Hedgehog series)

Millions Knives (Trigun)

Moot Tarbella (Epithet Erased)

Mordred Pendragon (The Mechanisms - High Noon Over Camelot)

Mutsuki Tooru (Tokyo Ghoul)

Neferpitou (Hunter x Hunter)

Orochimaru (Naruto)

Pigma Dengar (Star Fox)

Revolver Ocelot (Metal Gear Solid series)

Scaramouche/Wanderer (Genshin Impact)

Scourge the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog series)

SCP-004-J/Stanley Nichols (SCP Foundation)

Sephiroth (Final Fantasy VII)

Serafine Savoy (Lackadaisy)

Shamura (Cult of the Lamb)

Shiromori (Mystery Skulls Animated)

Silver (Pokemon)

Suzuki Emiri (High-Rise Invasion)

Sweet Tooth (Moshi Monsters)

The Leading Light (HLVRV)

Turkey (Dorohedoro)

Tyki Mikk (D. Gray Man)

Uncle Wiley (Hatchetfield)

Vaati (The Legend of Zelda series)

Vegas Theerapanyakul (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu (The World Ends With You)

[noodel-doodel]

So yesterday i'v been watching a analoge horror series that according to som is similar to Scp and i thought back to my own scp like series and thought that for anyone who is interested we could maybe make a kind of "herm" role play/mas project?. 👉🏻👈🏻 The Series Name is Danish Anomalous Fiels aka D.A.F though its a world wide web but its head is in Denmark

Ruls

(for those who are interested)

Does

You can be what ever you want, researchers, p-grad member, scientists, guards, anomalies the choice is yours

Furries? Sonas? Oh yes!

You can make more than one character

Lbqt+? Sure

Ships are allowed

Donts

To violent scenens

Racisme

Rude people (i dont talk about the ocs)

My Babies

Dr Benny Reyz, her husband Dr Rabis Reyz and 777 (Evangelium/Eva) her parasitic "husband"

DAF 001 (the Hermes), 002 (plague angel), 003 (Seagull shifter) (ships with 005), 004 (fog stalker), 005 (mimicanin), 006 (Yandere), 666 (Puppeterr)

We have three main danger levels

Passive (safe like)

Agressive (euclid like)

Ah shit (keter like)

[jekyll-doodles]

@peace0ut-004 The Ruboodle 🐩💗

[ariesgamesandminis]

More restocks are in for BattleTech from Iron Wind Metals!

10-036 Word of Blake Omni Mech Pack I 20-022 Luxor Heavy Cruiser 20-027 Avatar Heavy Cruiser 20-202 Goliath GOL-4S 20-216 Scorpion SCP-12C 20-218 Crimson Langur 20-229 Blueflame BLF-21 20-232 Brigand LDT-1 20-272 SturmFeur Tank 20-285 Harasser Tank (2) 20-334 Champion CHP-1N 20-417 Marksman MBT M1 20-428 Asshur Artillery Spotter (2) 20-431 Ocelot 20-497 Moltke M1 Main Battle Tank 20-5016 Apollo APL-1M 20-5019 Kestrel VTOL 20-5022 Blade BLD-XL 20-5049 Carnivore Assault Tank (Standard) (2) 20-5082 Gyrfalcon (Standard) 20-5101 Gunsmith CH11-NG 20-5102 Eyrie (Standard) 20-5103 Tian-Zong TNZ-N3 20-5122 Tenshi TN-10-O Prime 20-5130 Kheper KHP-7R 20-5133 Gotterdammerung GTD-20S 20-5153 Uziel UZL-2S 20-5183 Locust LCT-1V 20-5184 Griffin GRF-1N 20-5188 Raptor II RPT-5X 20-5207 Black Knight BL-9KNT 20-5216 Marauder MAD-3R / 5M 20-627 LRM Carrier (2) 20-712 Shilone Fighter SL-17 20-746 Alacorn MK VI Heavy Tank (2) 20-753 Schrek PPC Carrier (2) 20-800 Hex Bases (4) 20-804 Crab CRB-27 20-818 Drillson Heavy Hover Tank (2) 20-890 Stealth STH-1D 20-897 Annihilator ANH-2A 20-898 Imp IMP-3E 20-942 Atlas AS7-D 20-946 Blitzkrieg BTZ-3F 20-960 Savage Coyote Prime 20-981 Jackal JA-KL-1532 99-201 Large Flat Top Hex Base #1 99-202 Large Flat Top Hex Base #2 99-203 Extra Large Flat Top Hex Base BT-004 Afreet Battle Armor BT-006 Phalanx Battle Armor BT-008 Void Battle Armor BT-029 Sloth Battle Armor BT-030 Sylph Battle Armor BT-031 Infiltrator MK 2 BT-129 Infiltrator Mk I Battle Armor BT-133 Corona Battle Armor BT-134 Gray Death Legion Battle Armor BT-188 Nighthawk Battle Armor BT-189 Kobold Battle Armor BT-197 Aerie Battle Armor BT-202 Rogue Bear Heavy Battle Armor BT-224 Heavy Jump Infantry BT-226 Fast Recon BT-239 Jump Support Infantry BT-244 Heavy Infantry - Standing BT-245 Heavy Infantry - Firing BT-285 Sprite Ultra Protomech BT-315 Chimera CMA-1S BT-319 Wheeled APC BT-364 Gabriel Hovercraft BT-371 Davion Infantry (3) BT-372 Savannah Master Hovercraft BT-376 Minotaur Protomech BT-384 Achileus Battle Armor (3) BT-391 Fenrir Battle Armor (1) BT-393 Kage Battle Armor Squad (4) BT-439 Black Wolf Battle Armor CE-004 Rifleman RFL-X3 DS-124 Kurita 25mm Battle Troop Commander w/Gun DS-126 Kurita 25mm Battle Trooper II W/Machine Gun DS-127 Kurita 25mm Battle Trooper III W/Machine Gun

[bapyius]

My SCP collection I'm doing all backwards because I'm still coming up with concepts. SCP-002: The Living Room

SCP-004: The 12 Rusty Keys and The Door

SCP-005: The Skeleton Key

SCP-006: Fountain of Youth

SCP-013: Blue Lady Cigarettes

[thewanderingkaya]

GENERAL RULES

blogs with no bio or age will be blocked immediately . this blog is mostly sfw except that i might accept nsfw asks or discussions .

do not interact if you are ; racist , homophobic , hateful , anything contraversial . i will not condone any rude comments or asks , even requests .

translation of my works are absolutely not acceptable on this blog

copying any of my works will not be acceptable , anyone who does will be asked to take it down .

DO NOT INTERACT .. if you are a furry , a person who is chronically online , or if you overuse LGBTQIA pronouns inappropriately.

request rules

001. ONLY gender neutral or female readers ..

i normally try to keep my writing's gender neutral as it ensures readability to everyone , i will write female readers only - but it only applies when the prompt is about something that only relates to women . i will not write male readers cause i don't know how to write guys , as i'm not one .

002. i do NOT write OCS / INSERTS ..

i don't like reading canon x oc because i feel like it takes away from the imaginative element of the readers character . so i will not write any ocs . unless it is a crossover .

003. specify what you want CLEARLY in your request ..

what do you want me to write for ? what characters ? what is it , fluff , angst ? what fandom - genshin , jjk , demon slayer ? no request is too long , but if i am just given a vague idea / to short a request i will just delete it .

004. be patient ..

i may be slow with completing requests because i have a life outside of tumblr , as well as writing being of my own volition ; being just a hobby .

005. i may not accept every request ..

depending on the contents in that requests , even if they all comply to the rules i might not feel comfortable writing it at all . i will try to write as many as i can . :)

fandoms / things i will write

i will write ;

i will write , angst , fluff , comfort , yandere , suggestive content , . even major character death .

crossovers .. if a reader has specific powers or a certain trait that is from another form of media , i e ; reader that is a jujutsu sorcerer , can use cursed energy , can do stuff jjk sorcerers can . or if the reader has a certain characters powers like reader having raiden shogun's title and powers , but they don't look like raiden . you get it

fandoms ;

jujutsu kaisen , demon slayer , genshin impact , record of ragnarok , creepypasta , SCP , call of duty , blood of zeus ,

( i like other things like transformers idw tfp etc , cod , manhwa , marvel , etc etc but those are the fandoms i feel comfortable writing in )

i won't write ;

i will not write , any underage characters i will not write , furry shit - the fetish and weird kind i will not write , character x character i will not write , canon x oc

© thewanderingkaya 2025, please do not copy, credit any of my work, or reupload or translate to other platforms.

[onion-souls]

I decided to go back and look at the first SCPs to see if it really was just a bunch of Creepy Monster Guys, because I distinctly remembered a lot of creepy flesh rooms and creepy children rather than Slendermen.

Because the first one was a Slenderman, the Weeping Angel SCP-173 - the first, “dont’ break eye contact” guy.

But I couldn't exactly remember the order of release, and couldn't find a good chart of the ones after 173, so went to the SCP calendar (https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-calendar/date/2008.7/p/2), and looked at the next 24 to be archived after July 2008.

SCP-002 - the fleshy room that converts people into furniture. (FLESH ROOM)

SCP-004 - a door leading to a anomalous spacial environment. 

SCP-006 - a spring with “fountain of youth” properties

SCP-015 is a mass of pipes, vents, boilers and other various plumbing apparatus completely filling a warehouse. The pipes grow and move when not observed, and are noted to be made of materials such as glass, concrete, and even flesh and bone (FLESH ROOM)

SCP-008- classified.

SCP-882 appears to be a random assembly of gears, cables, pulleys, screws, and belts, all made of an amalgam of various metals. Instills the urge to be ground in the gears in people around it. (Wants to be a FLESH ROOM)

SCP-007 - a guy with a missing stomach and a miniature earth in place. The guy isn't a Slenderman though.

SCP-013-ARC - a sphere that grants visions to religious people.

SCP-021 - a body-jumping parasitic dragon tattoo that feeds on pigmentation and ink.

SCP-030 - Ariel the clay-man (our second SLENDERMAN, but he's fairly benevolent)

SCP-037 - a 2cm wide star

SCP-042- a bizarre horse with bone spurs.

SCP-043 - a voice that speaks from the final track of the Beatles’ "The White Album"

SCP-132 – an empathic woman that secretes a black goo when overwhelmed with emotions

SCP-054 - water elemental undine thing (Two wet women in a row, and our third SLENDERMAN but she really doesn't do anything)

SCP-055 is a "self-keeping secret" or "anti-meme". (These things just start showing up everywhere)

SCP-053 - the 3-year-old girl who enrages people in her presence.

SCP-409 - the big self-replicating crystal

SCP-718 - the big self-replicating eye

SCP-162 - the tantalizing bundle of sharp things

SCP-455 - a large cargo ship with fleshy rooms (FLESH ROOMS on THE HIGH SEAS)

SCP-406 - the big self-replicating suspended flesh (Combining the two earliest tropes of the foundation, the FLESH ROOM AND REPLICATOR. It just needs a WET WOMAN and creepy child).

SCP-040 - another creepy child, this time, a mutater.

SCP-105 - a woman who can manipulate objects in photos.

So it did seem to start out with more of a dry tone of here's a weird object or a flesh room.

I’m going to use this a tool to look up the 25 most recent ones:

Scp-8595 - A cockroach who thinks he’s a food critic

Scp-8053 - a notebook with animated stick figures that ask you to draw a friend and then jump on the skin.

SPC-7000 - a guy who specializes in punching sharks. I actually stopped to check if this was an April fools thing, but I guess not.

Scp-8138 - a smelly guy.

Scp-8048 - a 20-inch-tall "Rippin' Reaper" Halloween decoration with dripping human organs.

Scp-zh-716 - a stele on the moon that projects an image of a six-fingered man.

SCP-8104 - “is a 29 year old human female transgender male, previously known as Atlas Keystone. SCP-8104 is 185 cm tall, with curly blonde hair and purple eyes1. SCP-8104 possesses impossibly comprehensive knowledge of most subjects, as well as a detailed memory of many SCPs that were beyond its former clearance level as an Ethics Committee Liaison. When asked, SCP-8104 claims that it has lived for 100,452 years. According to the object, every time it dies it "wakes up" on it's first day of foundation employment with full memory of its past lives.” Then the entry turns into a rape report.

SCP-8681 - the rotting skull of a beluga whale (Delphinapterus leucas) - one of those filler ones with no detail.

SCP-8499 - a patch of land in the Arabian Desert that gives individuals one of eight possible hallucinations of past lives of a mechanical humanoid of vast proportions with a feminine build, SCP-8499-A, featuring a man, his wife, and some followers.

Scp-6826 - Apologetic carrier, a bipedal creature that gives people Lyme disease and is partially rewarded during containment by churros

SCP-8042 is a black metallic cube that eats dogs

SCP-8416 - the frequency of the farside of the Moon that make people in certain random regions hallucinate a functional reality.

SCP-8478 - a Three-Portlands entity, is an anomalous theatrical experience known as 'Sense'. Ah, Three Portlands...

SCP-7383 is Branch Office 2 of the Surrealistics Division Headquarters Site. It’s another gag.

SCP-8350 designates an endangered species of intelligent polymorphs capable of human speech, named the Apaseans, with less than 200 remaining members, individually designated as SCP-8350 instances. Apaseans are distinguished from similar species of shapeshifters by their unique memetic ability to deceive and persuade others on a large scale and with significant efficacy

SCP-8220 is a three-layered vanilla cake with strawberry and blueberry toppings. A plastic ornament reading 'happy birthday' is partially buried inside SCP-8220 and can only be removed by an individual on their birthday. 

SCP-8145 is contained within its own description, another one of those evil memes.

SCP-8155 - another one of those evil memes.

SCP-8069 an oinking clock that controls pigs

SCP-ES-115 - a train-station in Zaragoza, Spain but the trains are made of body parts. (This one needs a bit more work to make the creepy hit, but it actually feels like an early entry).

SCP-341-KO - a flying saucer made by a Korean elementary schooler and the cell phones she used to call home with (phone still works on Mars).

SCP-953-KO is a dangerous anomaly that takes over and mimics people.

SCP-8709- an alien intelligence that emits black body radiation. One of those words words words entries.

I don't know, I'm feeling the tone shift.

It's a sad fact that every long running universe based upon themes and tones of isolation, limiality, and cosmic horror gets worn down by overexplanation, overpopulation of the universe with entities, overuse, and eventually irony and financial exploitation. Derlething happened to Lovecraft, it happened to SCPs, it happened in record times to the backrooms.

[site-farros]

SCP-F004: The Unlewdable

Object Class: Safe

Description: SCP-F004 is a floating yellow sphere around the size of a tennis ball with a slight metallic pixelated texture on its surface. The texture of SCP-F004 is firm but yielding similar to a stress ball, though its texture tends to differ depending on who's using it.

Aside from perpetual flotation, SCP-F004's anomalous property is its complete lack of sexual characteristics. Those in a radius of three meters of SCP-F004 feel a complete dispersal of any sexual thoughts and a general feeling of chastity. Those induced into a state of extreme arousal before encountering SCP-F004 noted its complete removal and a general sense of peace when in range or physical contact with SCP-F004. SCP-F004 seems to counteract most if not all forms of aphrodisiac, with its effects being more prominent with physical contact rather than just being in its range. Asexual subjects note no particular difference when in range of SCP-F004

In addition, anyone attempting to have sexual thoughts directed at SCP-F004 will fail to do so, regardless of the proximity to 004. SCP-F004 has proven effective in use against other SCPs that induce states of sexual arousal or otherwise mandate sexual acts.

Dr. Retsu Note: You ever hear of the Rule 34? That there's someone that has sexual thoughts about everything? Seems we found the exception that proves the rule.

Testing Log: D-Class Personnel D135 has been placed in a room with SCP-F004 and instructed to imagine sexual scenarios involving SCP-F004. D135 has been provided ample amounts of pornography to jump-start this process.

Dr. Retsu: Please Begin

D135: I can't

Dr. Retsu: Please imagine a sexual scenario with the subject.

D135: I just can't okay!? It's sitting right there and I don't feel horny at all anymore! Every time I try to imagine sticking it somewhere or doing something to it, the thought just... evaporates! I can't lewd this thing!

Dr. Retsu: Please attempt to engage in a sexual act with the subject.

D135: My legs just won't move, I can't get any closer to it with that intent... please don't make me lewd it...

Dr. Retsu: Understood, that will conclude the test.

Containment Procedure: SCP-F004 is stored in an empty room and does not require additional containment aside from guarding against theft. In fact as previously mentioned it could be useful if some of the more sexual SCPs get out of control, Promotion to Thaumiel class pending review.

Director Setsuna Note: This thing's pretty safe but we should still keep a close eye on it, can't imagine what some Puritan groups would do if they got their hands on it...

[wolveria]

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