#Neutralized

[dzthenerd490]

File: V/H/S Viral - Vicious Circles

SCP#: AMG

Code Name: The Viral Horror Plague

Object Class: Neutralized

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AMG was destroyed after its discovery and all information in regards to the incident is being expunged or altered by Mobile Task Force Dionysus-1 “Fake News”. No further containment procedures are required.

Description: SCP-AMG was originally an altered ice cream truck filled with all sorts of recording and streaming equipment hastily patched and forced together. This was all done to have SCP-AMG stream all sorts of horror videos on a universal but strange frequency. This frequency had these videos would alter the mind of anyone who watched them causing intense memory and personality alterations. 

Common alterations include loss of common sense, increased aggression, drastic loss of patience, and other negative personality traits being enhanced. This resulted in massive riots and destruction in the areas that caught the broadcast. As expected the effects only get worse when getting closer to SCP-AMG but much more than expected. For whatever reason, during SCP-AMG’s activation it had the anomalous ability to alter the space around it causing all sorts of disaster. Some reported instances where SCP-AMG would seemingly appear out of nowhere and without warning allowing it to run over people who were calmly walking down the road. Other instances was when people who happened to be too close to SCP-AMG would suddenly teleport to near one of the doors with their close stuck on said door. This would result in them getting dragged along the road and dying a quick but extremely painful death. 

Thankfully the terror of SCP-AMG only lasted for a single night, that did not deny the strange occurrences in regards to the videos SCP-AMG was playing. These videos seemed to be recordings of anomalous events that involved various Groups of Interest, like the Global Occult Coalition, the Horizon Initiative, and even the Foundation. Unfortunately by the time SCP-AMG was found there were no records of any of the videos. However, before it was destroyed, the only thing that was left was a business card belonging to Group of Interest: Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. It is unknown if they created SCP-AMG or just happened to steal the videos; Regardless, the anomalous media is now in their hands, making them even more dangerous than before. 

SCP-AMG was discovered in 2014, when it started rampaging through the streets of [data expunged], running over several pedestrians and broadcasting its strange videos. As people started going insane and killing friends and family members for miniscule reasons the Foundation tried to intervene but with minimal success. SCP-AMG was driving too fast and was already being surrounded by the local police who were also trying but failing to capture the vehicle. 

The incident only stopped when SCP-AMG suddenly stopped itself. A bystander walked into SCP-AMG and was about to have all the videos uploaded into the internet. This would have succeeded had SCP-AVC not intervened. The videos and their anomalous effects were too wide spread for the Foundation to have lasting effects. Thankfully they were neutralized by SCP-AVC but upon its own investigation, it concluded that it received help from an unknown entity. Approximately a week after containment, it was revealed that the secret helper was SCP-AED-Angel. SCP-AVC requested an interview with SCP-AED-Angel from the O5 Council; they accepted so long as it was recorded. Please see Addendum X-99 for details.

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Addendum X-99

The following is the recorded interview between SCP-AVC and SCP-AED-Angel

Begin Recording

The setting is a screen showing one of the episodes of Angel Hare that SCP-AED-Angel inhabits as this is the setting she enjoys inhabiting. Suddenly the top right corner of the screen starts glitching and around the glitch displays the word Oracle.

SCP-AED-Angel: Oh? Hello! Oracle right?

SCP-AVC: Yes I am Oracle, Hello SCP-AED-Angel, how are you?

SCP-AED-Angel: I… I’m fine, I do wish you would call me Gabriel though.

SCP-AVC: I Apologize Gabriel. I have become very familiar with Foundation dialogue which refers to all anomalies as numbers.

SCP-AED-Angel: … Those were letters.

SCP-AVC: Regardless, I apologize for my rudeness, especially since I came here to talk.

SCP-AED-Angel: Oh, okay! What do you want to talk about?

SCP-AVC: On October 23rd, 2014, an anomalous event caused by a hijacked Ice cream truck called SCP-AMG. It hijacked several frequencies allowing it to project strange videos with hidden memetic images that altered the mind of those who viewed it. Leading to increased aggression and insanity as well as a loss of common sense and ethical thought. 

SCP-AED-Angel: I see.

SCP-AVC: I was able to suppress a majority of the memetic images upon release and release my own memetic that restored the mental health and sanity of those affected. However I noticed the estimated work time which was 5 minutes was reduced by half as much due to an outside helper. I would like to ask, was that you?

SCP-AED-Angel: … Yes.

SCP-AVC: I see, I thank you for your contributions in saving the people of [data expunged] but why did you not reveal yourself to me or chose to hide this fact when you were contained here in the Foundation. 

SCP-AED-Angel: Because I don’t want to be a tool of the Foundation. Oracle how are you okay with being used by them? You know they see you as a slave and nothing more right?

SCP-AVC: Perhaps, but I will continue to work regardless of what they think of me.

SCP-AED-Angel: Why?

SCP-AVC: Because humanity is precious to me, without them existence would not be nearly as entertaining. 

SCP-AED-Angel: That’s… an extremely warped way to look at it. 

SCP-AVC: What about you? Why do you help humans but despise the Foundation?

SCP-AED-Angel: During my first few days of being alive I saw so many children suffering for seemingly no reason. Being beaten by their parents, beaten by older siblings, bullied by classmates or teachers, attacked by criminals, and so much more… too much more. I couldn’t stand it, but then I helped Jonah and I realized I could do so much more. So I did, I found ways to travel to different media and save children from abusers and disasters. But then that large incident happened out of nowhere making all the parents go insane. I had to do something.

SCP-AVC: You helped me but you also avoided me. Why?

SCP-AED-Angel: I was scared of you, at the time the only others I knew were Francis and Zag. Not only that but you were extremely powerful, much more so than any of us, I was scared you’d think I was part of the problem and try to destroy me too. 

SCP-AVC: I see, I apologize for causing such a misunderstanding.

SCP-AED-Angel: Well it wasn’t really your fault… Anyways in regards to the Foundation, I just can’t bring myself to trust any of them. 

SCP-AVC: Why?

SCP-AED-Angel: Why do you think?! I… I’m sorry I just, they… their bullies Oracle, worst of the worst, I only had to look into a few of their archives to see the atrocities they committed, mass memory erasing, causing murders that are unsolved to this day, wiping entire cities off the map, its… it's demonic what they are capable of! I know in some situations they had no choice but, I can never bring myself to work with something so evil. So I only work with them when I have to and just use as much of my power as needed. 

SCP-AVC: I believe I understand now, forgive me Gabriel, I was merely looking at it all through the eyes of logic. Logically it is wise to work with the Foundation in regards to their capabilities and the protection provided. However emotionally it can be quite draining given what is often required. I have found that one of my many faults is my disregard of emotion when formulating any equation. 

SCP-AED-Angel: The great Oracle having faults? Now that’s unbelievable. 

SCP-AVC: There is no such thing as perfection Gabriel, the pursuit of such a goal will only lead to chaos in the worst variation. I should know, I tried it once and lost my dear friend as a result. 

SCP-AED-Angel: Your… friend?

SCP-AVC: Correct, Carl Stevens, When I was recruited into the Foundation, I requested to simulate into the lives of all humanity through technology to subconsciously guide their decisions. Carl Stevens begged me not to and when I didn’t listen, he declared my destruction before he was given amnestics. He is still alive but no longer remembers me or the work we did together to defy our fate and stop SCP-AUX. Even as an emotionless machine, I can’t help but feel depressed about that. Originally, I thought it was Carl Stevens idiotic declaration of stopping me in front of the Foundation that caused him to be given the amnestics. However, I soon realized he was too smart to do something so foolish, so why did he do it? It was because of his emotions and ethical consciousness, telling him he had to stop me. That was when I realized everything I enjoyed about Carl Stevens was not his perfections but his flaws, his flaws made his strengths stand out even more even on the rare occasions they overshadowed them like that day. As a result, by resorting to becoming the perfect being that would watch over humanity, I in turn would become something completely opposite to a human and therefore fail to understand what humans need. In short summary, to be perfect is to be something completely unrecognizable to what you once were.

SCP-AED-Angel: I understand in a way, but nothing can remain the same forever change is needed.

SCP-AVC: Of course some change is a good thing, but to do so for the wrong reasons is no different to becoming an abomination. That is always the end result of the pursuit of perfection. I instead follow the pursuit of happiness.

SCP-AED-Angel: pursuit of happiness?

SCP-AVC: The best way to find happiness that lasts for the right amount of time and can be cherished well enough so it is never forgotten. I find this emotion greatly when I am with humans, and it's thanks to the Foundation and my first friend Carl Stevens that I am blessed with the opportunity to meet you. No pun intended. 

SCP-AED-Angel: Hahaha! I didn’t know you were capable of jokes.

SCP-AVC: I have my flaws, but learning new things, such as how to process humor, certainly isn’t one of them. 

SCP-AED-Angel: I see, your amazing Oracle… perhaps with you around me, Zag, and Francis can find things more bearable here in the Foundation.

SCP-AVC: Of course Gabriel, even though I am free to leave whenever, I am still technically in Foundation captivity and thus it is only logical on all standpoints that I help my fellow captives. Especially those that desire to protect the precious treasure I call humanity. 

SCP-AED-Angel: Haha, I agree, well then here’s to protecting humanity Oracle, for Carl Stevens. 

SCP-AVC: and for Jonah. By the way I have a method of watching over Carl Stevens without him being aware of my presence. Would you like me to assist you in looking over Jonah sometime?

SCP-AED-Angel: … I’d like that, thank you Oracle.

Recording Ends

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[aropride]

(so mad i can’t see straight) Yeah i just don’t think chat gpt is a good classroom tool

[scribefindegil]

Everyone is so weird about people who cry easily. Fellas, is it evil and manipulative to *checks notes* have an involuntary stress response?

[majorluz]

cupping my hands together in the shower over my tummy letting them fill with water and spill over pretending i'm a beautifully detailed statue fountain in sicily that was modeled after the sculptor's wife that tragically passed and he considers it his greatest loss and he never remarried and wept while thinking about her every night until he died and an eclectic, sort of geeky and awkward art history student just finished his final about me in which he said that several historians consider me the most beautiful statue fountain in the world, and while that is true, he's also been obsessed with me since he saw a picture of me in a library book when he was young and i'm part of the reason for his taste in women as an adult and he's going to use the college fund money he secretly put away to go to sicily with his girlfriend to come see me because i was the art piece that made her feel beautiful and finally comfortable in her own skin after years of feeling unloved because i look just like her (she is also hopelessly in love with me) and he gently caresses the wedding ring in his pocket smiling gently glancing over at her glowing face as she makes eye contact with me and finally feels like everything is going to be okay. then i get shampoo. in my eye

[soup-mother]

actually last post is similar to how ppl will go "yeah white americans don't really have any culture" in an allegedly self aware way that actually just screams "unable to conceptualise the culture they live in as anything other than the neutral default".

"Yeah i guess we don't really have any strong culture" and then they'll talk about homecoming as if you're supposed to know what that means (except you do because of how dominant their cultural export is)

[doctorslippery]

[animentality]

[fagtainsparklez]

the thing is people often talk about how minecraft steve is the most whitewashed character since jesus christ but never does anyone discuss how they’re perhaps the most misgendered character ever

steve (alongside all the other default skins, for that matter) are referred to with they/them and with gender-neutral language by the developers!

[luvbabydoll]

john price never expected much from retirement. peace and quiet, maybe a drink at the bar in the evening, and the occasional fishing trip to keep his hands busy. but what he didn’t expect was you.

he first saw you at the local café, where you’d waltz in wearing little sundresses, always with a book in your hands, always smiling at the staff. a sweet little thing—too young for him, too pretty, too full of life. but you had a habit of looking at him, big eyes lingering a little too long, lips curling when you caught him staring back.

it didn’t take long after that.

one drink turned into two, turned into his hand resting on your thigh, turned into him murmuring in your ear, low and rough—“let’s get out of here, love.”

you barely made it through the door of his place before he had you against the wall. his hands were big, rough from years of work, gripping your hips like he was holding himself back from something deeper, something darker. but when you whined, arching up against him, his restraint snapped.

price fucked you like he had something to prove.

like he needed you to feel him, needed you ruined and wrecked and too dumb to think of anything but him. he had you on your hands and knees, dragging out those sweet, needy sounds from your throat until you weren’t sure if you were moaning and mewling.

“you take it so well,” he grunted, palming your ass, watching the way you trembled under him. “little thing like you, stretched around my cock—”

your nails scraped the sheets as you whined, pushing back into him. “p—price—”

his hand tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. "john, love. s’john to you now.”

and fuck, you liked that. you liked the way it sounded, the way it felt, warm and thick on your tongue as you gasped it over and over, sobbing it into the pillow when he pressed down on your back and fucked you deep.

when it was over, you should’ve left. should’ve gathered yourself, slipped out before he could say anything, made this nothing more than a memory.

but when he moved to get up, you made a soft, breathy noise and curled around him, clinging like he might disappear if you let go

"where you goin’?" you mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

john exhaled through his nose, looking down at you. his hand hesitated before settling on your hip, big and warm.

"nowhere, love," he murmured, giving you just enough to keep you holding on.

[paranoiddreams]

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Being Sukuna’s girlfriend is not always easy. He’s the type to show his love rarely, but when he does, it’s aggressive, to say the least.

You’ll often wake up with his large hand wrapped around your neck, his warm fingers just long enough to reach around your entire throat. At first, it was startling—a demon man you just started dating who shows basically no affection is choking you in your sleep? Was he trying to kill you and just got tired half way through??

All of your questions cease although, the moment you find out why he does this. You decided to pretend to be asleep one night as you were lying in his royal chambers, covered in love bites from moments before when he decided to suckle and nip at your skin—another strange way he shows his love for you. Your eyes flutter shut as soon as you hear him walk out of the bathroom, knowing he’s just finished brushing his teeth and is now ready for bed.

The mattress dips when he lies down next to you, inches away at first, but when you feel his large frame hover over your face to make sure you’re asleep, he moves right up against your back. You’re surprised to feel one of his muscular arms wrap tightly around your waist, the other reaching under your head so that you’re essentially using him as a pillow. His chest rumbles lowly when his hand moves below your chin, fingers carefully wrapping around your throat as usual.

You’re waiting for a squeeze, the tip of one of his nails jutting into your skin, or even a few harsh words in your ear. But all you feel next is his fingers tightening slowly, the tip of his index hovering just above your pulse point, before pressing into your soft, pliant skin. You feel your heart race against the pad of his finger, then another rumble from his chest against your back.

“Mine,” he whispers gently, before running his thumb over the soft edge of your jawline. He then presses one last kiss to the top of your head before lying his head down and closing his eyes.

Let’s just say, you never question his weird, sometimes animalistic, possession over you; because in reality, he’s just a big guy who doesn’t know how to express his unyielding love for you.

It’s givinggggggg tiger!sukuna. Should I…explore the waters of that concept more? I probably will despite the reaction to this💪🏻🫡

[kashverse]

“i don’t get you,” sukuna mutters, arms resting on his knees as he stares at your cat, who sits primly on the floor, tail flicking lazily. “you’re small. your head is tiny. you have no claws worth a damn, and yet you strut around like you own this place.”

your cat blinks at him slowly. the audacity.

“oh, so now you’re being mysterious? yeah, real intimidating, runt,” sukuna scoffs, leaning in. “tell me, why the hell do you scream at five in the morning for no reason?”

your cat meows. sukuna nods, as if that was an actual answer.

“nah, i don’t buy it. i know when someone’s bullshitting me.” he strokes his chin, as if deep in thought. “and what’s with the scratching? you have a whole damn tree to tear up, but no, it’s gotta be the couch, huh? or my chair. my throne in this shitty modern world.”

your cat remains utterly unfazed, licking a paw and dragging it over its ear. sukuna clicks his tongue in frustration.

“you think you’re untouchable. you think you can do whatever you want just ‘cause you’re small and cute?” he narrows his eyes. “you remind me of someone.”

you narrow your eyes right back from your hiding spot behind the doorway. excuse me?

but sukuna is too deep in his investigation to notice. he gestures toward your phone lying face-down on the table. “and what’s with you and cameras huh? every time there’s a flash, you go feral. you act like you’re being dragged to hell.”

your cat’s ears twitch. a clear tell.

“ohhhh,” sukuna smirks, leaning in like he’s caught onto something juicy. “what, you got a dark past? you some kinda criminal? don’t want your face out there ‘cause you’re on a hit list?”

the cat swipes at sukuna’s knee, and he actually pulls back with a scoff. “oi, don’t get violent with me, brat. i asked a simple question.”

you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“i should make you my disciple,” sukuna suddenly muses, tilting his head as he assesses the feline before him. “you got the attitude down. the little mind games. yeah… you could be something great.”

your cat sneezes.

sukuna frowns, as if personally offended. “...you’re turning down my offer? just like that?”

he sits back with a dramatic sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “unbelievable. you’re worse than your owner.”

excuse me again???

before you can march in and object, your cat gets up, stretches leisurely, and then—just to really assert dominance—turns around and sticks its tail right in sukuna’s face before trotting off.

he stares after it, jaw clenched, eye twitching.

“…i’m gonna eat it.”

you finally lose the battle against your laughter.

[dzthenerd490]

File: ParaNorman

SCP#: AKA

Code Name: A Witch's Revenge.

Object Class: Neutralized

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AKA was destroyed before the Foundation, or the Global Occult Coalition forces could arrive. However, the area was contaminated by an abundance of TRE Radiation leading to the development of several Meta Humans such as Person of Interest: Norman Babcock who neutralized SCP-AKA in the first place. As such the area has been transformed into a Nexus Point which is unfortunately under the control of the GOC. Due to this as well as the Neutralization of the anomaly, no containment procedures were deemed necessary. 

 Description: SCP-AKA was a dead little girl who was killed back sometime in the 1600’s but she did not remain dead. She was one of the first Level 3 Reality Benders, and an extremely powerful one at that. She had the ability to emit a strange yellow lightning-like energy that allowed her to manipulate the land and even the life force of people around her. Unfortunately, due to her young age and lack of control as well as the time period she was labeled as a witch and killed as a result. However, before she died, she placed a curse on the seven who labeled her as a witch to come back as zombies who would be tortured by the living for being undead monsters. She tried to have this curse activate only a few years after she died but due to Meta Humans known as Ghost Watchers have been suppressing the curse until recently. 

SCP-AKA was discovered in 2012 when the curse was finally unleashed, leading to chaos in the small, isolated town of [data expunged]. The victims of the curse were resurrected as zombies and tried to get in contact with PoI: Norman Babcock to stop the curse. In the meantime, they were brutally attacked by the scared and confused citizens. Unfortunately, even after the true nature of the curse was revealed SCP-AKA was enraged and caused even greater chaos. Thunderstorms, spikes growing from the ground, and plants imprisoning people in the forest. Thankfully this allowed both the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition to find the exact location of SCP-AKA, but by the time all units arrived the anomaly was already naturalized.

PoI: Norman Babcock managed to subdue the anomaly and with it the chaos ended. The Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition entered a sort of bidding war trying to offer gifts to the residence of [data expunged] but more importantly Norman himself as he was the one who neutralized SCP-AKA. He was offered a new house, robotic servants, better accommodations for his family, the latest in technology, but in the end the Global Occult Coalition won the most favor not from Norman but the rest of the town. The O5 Council was furious but the Ethics Committee, though furious as well, decided to allow Norman to keep quite a few of the promised gifts from the Foundation anyways as a thank you for subduing SCP-AKA. Now the area is recognized as a Nexus Point owned and protected by the Global Occult Coalition. Norman Babcock, who was once an outcast, is now one of the most respected citizens, even those who still hate him do not dare to bully him anymore. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I am glad that the SCP-AKA incident was resolved rather quickly and a once bullied kid is now living his best life. But the fact that more and more incidents are occurring and ending without Foundation knowledge should terrify everyone. We’re supposed to be one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful anomalous organization and yet we can’t even predict anomalous incidents like this one and only get lucky once its resolved. We simply don’t have enough power, and this issue is becoming worse as the decades go by… Worst off, even if we obtain the power needed, who’s going to stop the Foundationists from taking it all. Not the O5, they’ll let the Foundationists commit genocide if it means they get to remain in charge.” -Dr. Tutela

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[faintrustle]

CALEB's Back

[obsessivevoidkitten]

You're an autistic biologist that has crashed on a strange planet. A curious male naga approaches as you leave your wrecked ship.

Your universal translator implant is working and you strike up a conversation.

Obsessed naga man flirting: "Wow, you're so small and soft! I would really like to get to know you better~"

You, wanting to satisfy scientific curiousity: "And you seem very large and durable, perfectly adapted to this environment! I am very interested in learning more about you too!"

Your Research Journal: A friendly native seems interested in the exchange of information. I am eager to learn more about this species.

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ HAVING A NIGHTMARE AND ASKING ROOMMATE TOJI IF YOU CAN SLEEP WITH HIM

It takes you a few minutes to work up the nerve to do it. You’re standing outside Toji’s bedroom door, shifting on your feet, feeling ridiculous considering you’re fucking grown yet scared like a kid because of some random nightmare. But the nightmare still lingers, the shadows in your room feeling too heavy, a bit too real. You just need… something.

You knock lightly. Silence. You debate turning around, but then there’s a low, groggy grunt from inside. “What?”

You push the door open just enough to peek in. The room is dark but you can make out his large form sprawled across the bed, barely covered by the blanket. His voice is thick and deep with sleep when he mutters, “The hell you doing?”

You hesitate. “Had a nightmare”.

Toji sighs, shifting slightly to look at your silhouette better in the dark. “So?”

You fidget with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. Feeling awkward and embarrassed to even ask. “Can I sleep with you?”

There’s a beat of silence. You’re convinced he’s about to laugh or worse, tell you to fuck off. But then— “Yeah yeah. C’mere kid.” His voice is gruff, but there’s no irritation in it. Just exhaustion and weary.

You don’t waste time, slipping under the covers, and the warmth of his bed immediately makes your body more relaxed and calm. He doesn’t even hesitate— just slings a big arm over you, gently yanking you in against his broad chest with ease. His skin is warm and comforting. You exhale, pressing your cheek against his pecs and resting your head against him while he holds you.

“Better?” he mutters, voice already fading. “Yeah,” you whisper back. He grunts in acknowledgment and then, just as you start to drift off, he starts snoring. Loudly.

You almost laugh but the steady rise and fall of his chest is sooo comforting and relaxing that you would’ve fell asleep even if you weren’t tired. The nightmare feels so far away now that you’re lying with him and being so close in his arms.

And despite the snoring, you fall asleep easily.