#scp-132-arc

[arctic-shard]

Hadn't done a serious one in a while. Anyway, that time when 035 got to meet 132-ARC outside her shielded room and used her powers to become a god for like thirty seconds. Also 049 was a little kid because An Anomaly Happened.

Little zoom in to see the figures better.

[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.

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[greg-aiko]

Не думаю, что похожа, но допустим, что это- SCP-132-ARC. 

[arctic-shard]

And back to cute of 132-ARC taking a nap on 035 because why not? Dolores still has to sleep.

[arctic-shard]

AU where 035 doesn't try to use 132-ARC's anomaly to become a god and instead tries to be a good dad. Dolores still can't control her empathic abilities, so the only time she can be out of containment is around 035 who can use its telepathy to block out everyone else for her. And it tries to teach her how to use her abilities so she can do her own blocking.

( Because, come on, the person who feels the whole world's sadness would be a god-tier power source for the Lord of Anguish. )

( Also Dolores is totally 035's kid because their anomalies match up. I don't care if 035 was wearing a human body at the time and should have only been able to sire a human child Because Science, it's the Lord of Anguish and anomalies happen. )

[arctic-shard]

Can we get a little 132-arc and 035 interaction 👉👈 pretty please

Alagadda's first and last 'Take Your Child To Work Day'.

[arctic-shard]

035 decided it was Take Your Child To Work Day.

( Its work is breaching and making things worse for the Foundation. )

[arctic-shard]

Would you be willing to draw 035 holding 132-arc? Like, he just got her away from the other lords after she ended up in Alagadda, and is holding her in a protective way.

That is something I am entirely willing to draw. ^_^

Still in Alagadda so Dolores is still masked, but I wanted 035 to be full Black Lord because More Big = More Arms To Be Protective With.

[arctic-shard]

Decided to post some SCP-132-ARC In Alagadda sketches since I'm thinking about it again. Mirth wears a small humanoid body through most of the story because since this kidnapping was Mirth's plan, it's the one playing guide. It was aiming for Romance Novel Hero but is always going to look like Mirth.

Diligence gets roped in because someone needs to teach the human about How To Alagadda and it does not trust Mirth to do it properly. There will be so many books.

Dolores' problem is that Alagadda is strange and horrible and she knows Mirth and Diligence are just using her for their own confusing plots but also they're actually teaching her how to control her anomalies and she can go outside and the people don't treat her like a freak so is it better to go back to the Foundation and safety ( and they'll have to reopen her file and pay attention to her after this ) or stay in Alagadda where she's free but everything is complicated, dangerous, and sinful.

Odious wants nothing to do with any of this nonsense.

035 is freaking right the hell out.

[arctic-shard]

Waiting for some audio to render but I get bored easily so drawing.

Dolores has so much Alagadda Homework to do. Diligence insists on book-learning. Mirth, of course, wants to haul Dolores right into the middle of everything for ~hands-on~ experience, but if Mirth wants Diligence's help, it's stuck doing things Diligence's way. At least for now.

Mirth has great fun climbing all over Diligence and Odious while it's human-size. Diligence and Odious are less impressed.

( This will be a story at some point but there's so much stuff I want to do in it so it's going to be a while percolating. )

[arctic-shard]

Based loosely on a very silly photo of me and my cat, who likes to be hauled up to sit on my lap like this. ( You will not see the photo. :P )

[arctic-shard]

Why do I imagine if there were any halfbreeds made in alagadda that odious would just pick it up and be like: ALRIGHT, WHO DID THIS???"

(btw how would the other lords react to a half breed of alagadda and human if it's possible)

It's physically impossible since Alagaddans just Don't Work That Way. They've got the bits for the fun parts of sex but none of the actual reproductive parts.

The closest they ever come to a half-human, half-Alagaddan is SCP-132-ARC, who was conceived when 035 was on a very fresh human host and accidentally got a woman pregnant on a one-night-stand ( it is possible that 035 sired other children over the centuries, but it doesn't know about them and neither do I. They would be extremely rare if they existed at all. 035 didn't think it was even possible for it to be fertile. ) 132-ARC should be completely human since only human parts were involved, but she inherited some Alagaddan traits Because Magic, and even then only because it was a Humour involved and not some lesser Alagaddan.

I do have some ideas for 132-ARC winding up in Alagadda, and the lords generally consider her to be human. An unusual human with unprecedented ties to Alagadda, but human. Odious is the one least interested in this development, content to leave Mirth and Diligence to deal with this latest round of Anguish Drama.

[arctic-shard]

Outer Child, chapter 15

( Technically just the second half of chapter 14. )

Outer Child, chapter 15

Warnings: A bunch of people die. We do not see it, but we see the aftermath, and the aftermath is pieces. Not particularly detailed.

Words: 1400~

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The lights hadn't gone out, they were smothered by shadow. The shadows also smothered the sounds, except for Amica's voice, supernaturally amplified: "Bad people. I don't like you."

Victoria went to her knees as she was hit with an overwhelming feeling of misery - no. Anguish. She gathered the Doctor close, shielding him as best she could from whatever was happening. He was crying as well, little whimpering sobs that shook his small body. Victoria buried her face in his hood, her tears rolling down the leather.

"Victoria -" The Doctor held her so tight that she was sure he would leave bruises.

"I've got you, Doctor. I won't let anyone hurt you."

A hand grabbed Victoria's shoulder. "Venga con me. Il Signore Nero sa cavarsela da solo."

Victoria looked up into Ardente's mask. Blast it, it doesn't speak English and I don't speak Italian.

"No," said the Doctor, who did. "Restiamo con il nostro amico."

"Rimani allora, piccola peste. Il mio signore vuole solo la donna." Ardente tugged on Victoria's arm.

Victoria easily shook it off. "Doctor, what is it saying?"

The Doctor glared at Ardente through tears. "It wants to take you away."

'You,' not 'us.' Victoria tightened her grip on the Doctor. "I'm not going anywhere without you or Amica."

"Vieni con me ade-" Ardente began, then shrieked as a liquid shadow wrapped around it and pulled it back into the darkness.

Amica's voice screamed from everywhere: "Bad, bad, BAD!"

Then there were many screams, and wet sounds. Most of the screams stopped.

The power of the Black Lord of Alagadda, but with a child's mind, a child's lack of control …

Amica and the Doctor know what they are, at least on some level, but not who they are …

Maybe, with all this power running through it, with its telepathy, its alien nature …

Victoria yelled out: "Amica! SCP-035! You are the Black Lord of the Anguished Mask! The Black Lord of Alagadda! There are no children in Alagadda, there never were! You need to remember! You're as old as the human race and you're my consort!" It wasn't much, but it was mostly to get Amica's attention focused on her. Victoria thought of her memories with Amica, good and bad, everything it had told her about itself, what the Doctor had told her, what she remembered of Alagadda, and hoped that Amica would feel and understand.

"Victoria!" Amica cried back, then, in a deeper, richer, strangely-layered voice, "Victoria."

The darkness in the corridor drew in, flowed towards one point: the Black Lord, all seven feet of it in rich, brocade robes, mask long and angular and tragic. It still held the crying woman with one massive hand - she was looking up at it, frozen in terror.

There were a lot of blood and body parts, and various other frightened and weeping SCPs, but none of it mattered. The world seemed to waver around the Black Lord, as if its power was overflowing or the beetle-like form was merely an illusion over something greater and more alien. "Victoria," it said again. "I might have popped the Foundation soldiers as well in my enthusiasm. You will forgive me, won't you, love?"

The Black Lord acting smarmy was something Victoria could deal with. "What the Hell?" she demanded.

The tragic face became comic. "Dolores here - I met her briefly during a previous breach but I don't remember much, and she doesn't remember me at all, very odd - she's an empath who feels all the sorrows of everyone on Earth. Everyone. I don't have the power of Alagadda while on Earth, but right now I have more. There are so many humans, so many miserable, anguished humans, and all of it flows through Dolores. When I went to her, it was only because I sensed she held the power to make the scary soldiers go away. Now I can do so, so much more."

"Do your grand plans involve restoring the Doctor?" asked Victoria. The Doctor still clung to Victoria's hand but was gazing up at the Black Lord in wonder.

"Mm, he's adorable that way, but I prefer him tall." It held out one of its lower hands. "Come, my Doctor. Let's get you sorted out."

The Doctor went to the Black Lord, Victoria refusing to let go of his hand. When the Doctor's small fingers touched the Black Lord's massive ones, there was a flicker and the Doctor stood again, tall and lanky. Victoria put an arm around him to steady him. "Mon Dieu," he murmured, voice again a raspy tenor.

"Oh, you get to call me 'friend,'" the Black Lord teased. "Or 'consort.'"

"Je pense que je dois m'allonger."

"Come here, dear husband." The Black Lord easily took the Doctor from Victoria, supporting him with its massive arms.

Now the Black Lord turned its attention to Victoria. "My Victoria. My wife. I didn't have the power to do this before, even in Alagadda."

Before Victoria could tell it not to do whatever it was planning, she felt the blackness fill her, cool and dry and heavy. When it withdrew, she knew something was different but she couldn't tell what.

The Black Lord grinned down at her. "Our Doctor gave you gifts when he performed his Cure - your strength, your deadly touch. Now I can give you mine - control of that deadly touch and immunity to my corrosion. Kiss me, wife."

This might as well be happening. Victoria took off her gloves and reached up to touch one of the Black Lord's tears with her fingers. When that didn't burn, she leaned up. The Black Lord bent down so Victoria could reach it. She put her hands on either side of the Anguished Mask and kissed it on the tip of its nose, then on the cheek, then once on the smiling lower lip. The black bile that dripped from it tasted foul, but it didn't matter.

She could have torn the mask off. She could have used her deadly touch, either on the Black Lord or the crying woman it was drawing power from. Maybe she should have. Instead she unbuttoned the top several buttons of the Black Lord's vest and shirt. If she was standing in front of an HK-Class End-of-the-World Scenario, she might as well finally get to touch her consort.

Victoria rested her forehead and palms against the Black Lord's broad, bared chest. She had touched it before in dreams and now wondered how those could have ever been a substitute for the real thing. The alien body was solid and cool, the chitin hard but flexible, the underskin soft as a flower petal, smelling of dried flowers pressed between the pages of a book and the earthy tang of black bile. Above her, the Black Lord sighed, apparently just as entranced by the contact.

A hand touched her back - too small and warm to be the Black Lord's hand, long, careful fingers she had missed so much. Victoria turned her head to look up at the Doctor, still resting her heard against the Black Lord. The Doctor's eyes were wet and confused, but he was there. They were both there. She had them back. Whatever happened next, they were together.

She was distantly aware of shouting and gunfire, but none of it reached them. Victoria wouldn't have noticed if it did. The sheer relief of having her spouses back, knowing that it was over and she could rest, the emotional exhaustion of the previous months finally caught up with her. Victoria nuzzled against the Black Lord's chest, looked up into the Doctor's gray eyes. "I'm so tired. Take me home."

There was a pleased rumble above her. "Only the best for my -"

Then the Black Lord screamed as if it was being torn apart.

Amica collapsed - adult-sized, in its humanoid Alagaddan body that had been granted to it by the Hanged King. Several Foundation guards grabbed it and started to carry it away.

"What did you do to it?" Victoria screamed.

The Doctor had fallen to his knees when Amica collapsed, but got back up and started after the guards taking it. He was stopped a few steps later when another guard jabbed an electric prod into his back.

Victoria was about to turn to shout at and probably kick the guard but then her world became electric pain.

[arctic-shard]

how would the lords react to the song "lets us adore you"

I mean, what's the context? Are you singing it to them? Are they singing it to Anguish?

I guess in my stuff the context that would make the most sense is when they kidnap SCP-132-ARC ( who I've headcanoned as 035's daughter ) if they want her to replace Anguish as the Black Lord.

Though instead of the, "We've changed for the better, please stay!" interlude, it's more like, "C'mon, we've got blood orgies every weekend, everyone loves a good blood orgy!"

[arctic-shard]

I'm pretty sure that after the breach, and learning why it happened, the foundation is smacking themselves for not turning the two SCPs back into adults so there wouldn't have been such a problem with what's going on...

Spoilers for Outer Child, chapter 15:

This one's not the Foundation's fault, this one is on the Chaos Insurgency for bringing 132-ARC out of her shielded cell. 035 happened to be nearby because it was in Light Containment with West, but if it was still full-size and down in Heavy Containment, it would still have come running.