#SCP fresh au

[emerald-onion]

SCP-90: The Parasite

Item #:  SCP-90

Object Class:  Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-90 is to be contained in a hermetically sealed glass case, no fewer than 30 centimeters (12 inches) thick. This case must always be kept within a steel, iron, and lead-shielded room. Doors are to be triple-locked with the exception of allowing personnel in or out. The containment cell is to remain under total observation at all times. 

No physical interaction with SCP-90 is allowed unless extended to testing purposes. All staff (Research, Security, Class D, etc.) are to remain at least thirty meters away from the containment cell except for mandated maintenance and re-evaluation checks. All testing procedures must only be performed after receiving the approval of no less than a two-thirds vote from O5-Command.

SCP-90 is not allowed to make requests.

"SCP-90's containment breach has proven that this revision is ineffective. A new special containment procedure is to be devised as soon as possible.

-Dr. Dream"

Description:  SCP-90 is a small creature comprising a large red and yellow eye, surrounded by teeth. The subject is star-shaped and consists of four main tentacles. Upon possession, its preferred attire is a brightly colored shirt, multicolored hoodie, orange basketball shorts, heelies, and a propeller hat. The subject has also been seen with a skateboard and YOLO glasses.

SCP-90 also has the ability to produce a common toy known as 'furbies', which will explode when a strong physical impact is dealt to them. The subject is parasitic in nature and survives by consuming humans' SOULs. SCP-90 enters its host's body through their eyes, effectively destroying them as a result. It is unknown how long it would take for SCP-90 to completely digest a SOUL as the time has been observed to vary from person to person. After consumption, the host body expresses no signs of cognitive brain function even if they are still able to breathe normally, rendering them in a vegetative state. As of now, there has only been one known case of surviving after being inhabited by SCP-90.

A brain scan displays that even during possession, instances of SCP-90's victims are still conscious and highly aware of their physical states.

SCP-90 is apathetic and easy-going, capable of adapting to almost every situation. However, it values its own well-being over anything else and is willing to take immoral actions in order to maintain its survival.

Notably, SCP-90 has an aversion to profanity and has been observed censoring them.

"I remembered when Red flipped a table because Fresh just wouldn't let him curse. His face was hilarious!

-Bestest Doctor Of All Times"

"Dr. Ink, once again I kindly ask you to stop using important documents as your personal notebook.

-Dr. Dream"

"Boohoo, killjoy. 😗

-A Very Sad And Betrayed Dcotor"

"How did you even manage to put that there?

-Dr. Dream"

While the origin of SCP-90 is unknown, the subject was registered with the Foundation on [REDACTED]. Four months after its recovery, SCP-90 proceed to breach the containment by taking over the body of nearly everyone on Site. Fortunately, thanks to the effort of Agent Prism, the damage was kept to a minimum. However, due to its elusive nature, SCP-90 remains uncontained to this day.

Addendum SCP-90-A: As much as we owe Agent Prism for managing the containment breach, there's something that has helped them survive SCP-90's possession, something that forces it to flee instantly.

But what is it? What frightened that parasite so terribly it had to escape even when the tide was in its favor?

I'm not sure if I want to know.

[copperfoxandfriends]

My Sun and Moon SCP!AU goobers with their favorite fruits, Cantaloupe and Strawberries! :3💕

Fun Fact: Did you know Moon prefers his fruit frozen rather than fresh as he naturally has a colder body temperature and tends to regulate his temperatures to camouflage and hide away from other snake like entity’s of his “species”!

( Mainly to hide away from Sun when he becomes too much for poor Moon to handle but he also just likes to naw on them <3 )

Extra Stuffs:

I made them for the sillyz if I ever felt the need to turn them into custom keychains >:D

(Will probably make more keychain designs )

Invisible PNG’s for anyone who wants to use em for like stickers :D

[tateglog]

This is an updated post on the AU account by Welcome home I decided to update the post every week on Fridays!

Here are all the social networks of the author and their ay!

(Tik Tok):

Rainbow Factory Wally: @dodozoi17

Lovesick Wally: @halohelene

Opposite Wally: @livelaughloveandersen

Creyscale Wally: @sweetestrosiebee

Red wally: @licoricecookie1

Mirror wally: @horrortheory01

Coroline Wally: @kylee_dottavioartist

Priest wally: @littlesweets34

Butcher Wally: @littlesweets34

Actor Wally: @frillsand

Homesick Wally: @nameko_nick

Ss!wally: @aku_sunshin3

Royalty Wally: @neonross_

Fallen Wally: @kimuarts

So below wally: @sobelowwallydarling

Space Wally: @mits_the_simp1

Flower bed: @majorkro

Assumption Wally: @bud_lor

60-x Wally: @tonyr3ed_tt

Wally Wonka: @deaddeerdarling

Zombie apocalypse Wally: @rrosebud333

Watcher Wally: @deadlyeyez

Skater Wally: @pickledplumzz

Siren Wally: @zoomie_zoomloll

Highschool Wally: @muffinturner

Beach town Wally: @pinksugarberry

Music universe: @erica.vikcy

Phantom Wally: @asterine_bean

Final!act Wally: @daylightgenesis

Observer Wally: @neonross_

Warley Wally: @blueymagicalkawaii

Reverse Wally: @cookiedoughcd

Ghost Wally: @m0th_gh0st

Daycare! Wally: @darkfluffydragon

Reaper Wally: @h0llyn0vaberry

Sweet n Jam Wally: @problepatic_blue

Lurk Wally: @donttouchdachild_

Apple blossom Wally: @astarlightsend

Metal Wally: @by_baby60

Punk Wally: @cartoon_loonatic

Photographer: @era_artx

Cafe Wally: @mocha_fern

sundowner syndrome Wally: @gutturalcarnivore

Mafia Wally: @brightkillerx3_prztx

Celestial Wally: @bubblegumbaby11_

Grimoire Wally: @starberries13

Psycho murder Wally: @kittysxrlmw

Parallel Wally: @parallel_au

Stargazer Wally: @ender_kinggs

Aviary Wally: @seiless_

Geno Wally: @sabrandomdraws

Hyper Wally: @kii_the_artist

Steampunk Wally: @rqgreyy

Schizophrenic Wally: @gyn3th

Apple Wally: @itskorrychang

Sweet Dreams: @wildspirit456

Escape the studio Wally: @thelazyangel456

Colloid Wally: @anonyjakashi

Eternal Dream Wally: @theextraidioz

Rockstar Wally: @tv_gvy

Glamrock Wally: @silly13r

God Wally: @sweetcoffee_

Silent Home Wally: @just_call_me_em_

Singer Wally: @ityart

WH Stage On Wally: @imjade381

Nightmare Dolls Wally: @yamicat144

The Dark Wally: @luigisbf

Apple Blood Wally: @javadoodle404

Omori Wally: @bm0ooo0

Ajolote Wally: @cossette_b

Ending Cycle: @manda.aarts

Pop star Wally: @sophia_lefeld_art

Skater Wally: @centiphantomhive08

Rui Wally; @im_suddenly_edgy

Police Wally: @localarsonist07

(Tumblr):

Pokémon Wally: @partycoffin

Mod Wally: @Clownsuu

Emo Wally: @Clownsuu

Ena Wally: @Eechytooru

Toymaker Wally: @wifumakervl

Playfellow Workshop Wally: @chez-cinnamon

Animated Puppetry Wally: @mandasarts

Finfolk Wally: @aerkame

Demon Wally: @infohazardouz

Overboard Wally: @echoentities

Muppets Wally: @somethingsomething-bear

Killer Wally: @itskorrychang

Big Apple Wally: @flippantfoe

Cupid Wally: @fetusmeme

Candy Land Wally: @shishimintyarts

Self-Aware Swap Wally: @anonymous-paperbag

Midnight Mass Wally: @vamlentvair

Sky Wally: @kyletheodred

Heart of glass: @starryofthy

McDonald's Wally: @yunjinerd

Tailor Wally: @shroomycattiktok

Circus Wally: @nonomives

Animatronic Wally: @kyletheodred

Creator Wally: @bloodrediscream

Doodle Wally: @bloodrediscream

Haunted house Wally: @kamigui

Jazzercise Wally: @itskorrychang

Jousick Wally: @professorjake

(Twitter):

DBD! Wally: @j_demi_creates

Fresh Wally: @GRIMMUSSYPAKITA

Observer Wally: @neonross

Plugue! Wally: @vividg4l4ctica

Faceless Wally: @Angeladrewlol

Infected Wally: @Suketchi

Swan wally: @deadlyeyez_

SCP Wally: @dottavioartist

Fading memories Wally: @BlueTokomon

Cult of love: @NummyPumpkin

Homesnax: @KnifeRat

Faceless Wally:@Angeladrewlol

[anonauthorsworkshop]

helloo, i stumbled upon ur mha x scp au and AHDSIHDSGISDGJ UR WRITING??? IS SO GOOD?? (also im new here hi, can i be 🎭 anon) more mha x scp au pls /nf tho

hii 🎭 anon :) i get a lot of requests for this au haha, sure!

previous part here

AU where MC is transported into the MHA universe with a SCP-summoning quirk. essentially a MHA and SCP crossover. you can read the rest of the parts under the tag #pp mha au

(note: i have never watched or read mha in my life and all of my knowledge is from fanfics and lazily googled questions! sorry in advance for any mischaracterizations or anything that just... doesn't make any sense? lol)

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You lean forward, nearly falling off of your chair in the process. Squinting your eyes into narrow lines, you focus on one, crucial objective:

Trying to figure out what the hell is sitting right in front of you.

He looks like a cat, sort of. He reminds you of Josie, or, well, 529, with his feline-esque features and all.

Oh, you really should summon Josie here again sometime. It's been quite a while since you last have. That cat makes a good cuddle buddy. Even if she's missing the entire other half of her body.

You hum in thought, continuing to careen forward from your chair. No! This thing across from you is nothing like Josie. His ears look more like a bear, like 1048. Or could he be a dog? No, no... You've got it! He's definitely a rat!

Leaning back, you return to a proper sitting position and internally applaud yourself for finding the solution to your own ridiculous question. A rat, you think to yourself, face smug. Reminds me of a certain mask that drips black snot.

Wait a minute. The satisfied expression you adorn falters as you inspect the rat closer. What if it's not a rat, but a mouse?!

No, you're getting sidetracked! You take another bite of the banana you have graciously been given by your... captors? Do they count as captors if you willingly went with them?

The clearing of a throat. "Excuse me. If you could please answer the question..."

Oh, right. They're not really your 'captors,' just your interrogators, (that provide you with free food, might you add).

"What was the question again?" you ask, before not-so-elegantly stuffing the rest of the banana down your throat. You couldn't help but cave into your stomach's hunger; you haven't tasted this quality of fresh food in years! No more scavenging for meals or rummaging through garbage bins!

The man in uniform raises an inquiring eyebrow. You examine the badge attached to his right breast pocket: 'Detective Tsukauchi.'

He gestures to his side. "He asked you for your name."

Your eyes follow his hand's movements, and you find yourself gazing at the rat once more. "Oh, I wasn't paying attention." You admit shamelessly, grabbing another banana from the bowl placed before you. "I'm Y/N."

"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N." The rat smiles. You absentmindedly nod in response. "I'm Nezu, the principal of U.A. High. The man beside me is Detective Tsukauchi," you glance at the final stranger, "and this is Aizawa, a teacher at this school. He is also the one who found you. We would like to ask you some questions, as you are already aware."

"Sure," you comply, shoving another banana into your mouth. "I don't mind."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen, I think."

"Who are your parents?"

You shrug, nonchalantly reaching for another banana. "Don't have any."

Nezu's grin widens slightly, and you watch him place a paw below his jaw. "Would you be comfortable telling us about what happened in that alley?"

Cocking your head to the side, you carefully peel off the banana's skin. "Which one?"

The detective speaks up. "The one you were found in."

Chewing another bite of your food, you tap a finger to your chin in thought. "Well, I was asleep until I heard a bunch of noise." Slowly, you turn to Nezu, replicating his ear-to-ear smile as you dramatically retell your experience.

"I looked up from my home, my beloved alleyway cardboard box, and saw two groups of people fighting. I decided to hide in my box until it was all over, but then one of them crashed into my home. They crumpled my box, and my hiding spot was revealed! The two groups started arguing about 'gang territory,' or whatever, and one of them decided to use me as a hostage and pointed a gun to my head."

You sink your teeth into your banana once more, oblivious to the horrified looks from every adult in the room.

"Oh, but it was fine," you casually continue, mouth half-full, "since, you know, I took care of it and all."

"When you say that you 'took care of it,'" the detective asks cautiously, "do you mean that you used your quirk?"

"My... quirk?" You scratch the back of your neck. "I guess it's my quirk? Don't know too much about 'quirks,' to be honest. I've never been to a doctor, or whatever specialist you go to for checking those out."

"Could you describe to us what it was that you exactly did?"

You gulp down the rest of your banana before replying. "You mean, in that alley? I summoned, or, like, conjured up one of those, uh." You pause, replacing 'SCPs' with another word to prevent further confusion. "Creatures? One of those creatures."

Tsukauchi looks you in the eye. "These creatures that you summon." You glance at the detective's hands, and you notice that they're trembling. "What do they do? What do they look like?"

"Usually I summon them to help and protect me." You explain with a shrug, "Oftentimes I encounter people who want to hurt me for some reason. There's a bunch of, er, 'creatures,' that I can summon, and they don't typically look like your perception of what's 'normal.'"

You continue, "There are endless possibilities, really. One looks like a teddy bear, just covered in human ears." Tsukauchi's eyes widen, as if his suspicions have been confirmed. "There's some that are long and bony. Some of them have these gigantic claws and razor-sharp mouths. Some of them are all gooey and acidic-"

"I believe that's enough." You turn to the side, taking a brief glimpse at Aizawa, who is standing beside you. Those were the only words he's spoken this entire time.

Turning back to the other two, you're about to grab another banana when you catch sight of the detective. You stare awkwardly, your hand paused mid-air. He seems to have completely spun on his heel to face away from you, hands clutching the wall as he gags and dry heaves. You scoot back in your chair uncomfortably.

"...And you do not have a home, correct?" Nezu stands up from his seat, approaching yours.

"Well, I did, but like I said, my cardboard box was destroyed because of those two rival gangs, or whoever they were."

"I see." He raises a paw so as to pet the top of your head. You clumsily bend down in your chair, allowing the two-foot-tall principal to reach your height. "We can arrange something for you. You may stay in a personal dorm here for free, if you would like." He smiles, "So long as you attend this school, the police force has also gladly agreed to erase your criminal record!"

You gawk at him. "C-criminal record?" Well, you guess you usually do end up leaving a mess of dead bodies behind, but it's always in self-defense!

"You should know it is illegal to use your quirk unlicensed and in public, Y/N."

Surveying the room, you dart your eyes from person to person. In the corner of the room, the detective, who is on the verge of vomiting up his insides. The man beside you, Aizawa, who refuses to look at you. The one standing in front of you, Nezu, who is blackmailing you, but is also offering you free shelter and free food...

You huff, grabbing Nezu's paw and shaking it wildly. "It's a deal, then."

[bionicle-ramblings]

I have a feeling that the SCP AU is leading to the Metru trying to escape the facility, because both how they are treated and that the bosses are Roodaka and Sidorak is just. Terrible.

The questions are: What is the boiling point that even Whenua says "enough of this shit". And how could they get out?

It does! And you're actually pretty close with Sidorak being in a really high position in the facility. Roodaka's actually another SCP😉

As for that boiling point, Weeeeeeeeeell.... 👇

Credit where credit's due, @chancetimespace thank you for listening to all my brainstorming, and even the angst scenes, especially this one

So it all started when Lhikan was wrapping up a session with Whenua and asked if he wanted to make any requests. Whenua was silent, but ultimately caved:

He wanted to go to the beach, and he wanted the other Metru to come with him. An all or nothing deal too; they all had to unanimously agree to go to the beach together. Even only one disagreed, then they wouldn't go

Lhikan DID point out that such a request can be seen as a potential breach and also cruel, based on the "all or nothing unanimous agreement thing," but Whenua was adamant. He didn't want to force anyone, and he wanted the other Metru to get out and get fresh air because Onewa felt like a caged animal, Matau was treated like one by staff sometimes, Nuju and Nokama were restless, Whenua wanted to feel the sand between his toes, and, if he had to be honest, he had no idea how long Vakama had been in the facility for and thought the kid could use some fresh air and Vitamin D

And so Lhikan took it to the Director and, upon hearing the stipulations, agreed: If Lhikan got the Metru to UNANIMOUSLY agree to it, they would be allowed their beach day. He even had a slight start with Whenua; people don't make requests like that unless they REALLY want it

He moved pretty quickly, talking to each Metru himself and getting their individual answers, making sure he'd get unbiased answers because THEY had to agree themselves, not because, "Everyone else is going and I don't want to let them down"

He already had his 'yes' from Whenua, so he moved to the others next

Nuju agreed almost instantly, glad to be outside and out of the facility even if it was only for a day

Nokama also agreed; she missed natural water and wanted to stretch her legs again

Matau was VERY enthusiastic in his agreement, eager to see people and essentially play 'dress up' again. He did ask which beach they'd be going to, and Lhikan promised it'd be one he'd liked

Onewa was where he ran into a hiccup, because Onewa didn't believe him, as some personnel thought it would be funny to prolong granting his requests or even not grant them entirely. Lhikan had to grant a request(giving Onewa a 2×2×2 block of rainbow tiger's eye/tiger iron) in order to get Onewa to agree, which he ultimately did(on the basis that he would beat the hell out of Lhikan if this was another sick joke)

Vakama was another hiccup, thanks to Roodaka because she'd been talking to him more and getting into his head about being with the Metru. This did not come up when Lhikan asked him about a beach day. Vakama was iffy still because of the fact he'd be outside and, if he was being honest, he thought he'd be a danger to everyone around him. Lhikan assured him he would be and swore nothing would happen. Vakama asked if he could sleep on it to provide his answer. Roodaka also paid a visit and got him to tell her about the beach question Lhikan gave. She warned him it would end badly, that the foundation wouldn't stand for it, knowing who was getting out and what they could do

By the morning, after a couple days, the Metru were brought together, given some ordinary clothes and brought to a shuttle van with tinted windows. Long story short, the agreement was unanimous

Lhikan brought them to an ice cream parlor(the Metru had breakfast before they left) before they got to the beach, because "You can't have a beach day without ice cream," and wind up taking to an out of work friend for a WHILE

The Metru all watched, even when they finished eating, and were simply admiring how two people could talk for so long

Then Vakama, as he was messing with a peppermint wrapper, said, "We could probably leave and he wouldn't even notice."

And, after a moment of everyone staying at each other, they did

They all had their teachers in their arms, but they were out of Lhikan's sight and on their own

And they had a VERY good day

Turns out Whenua tended to leave stashes of cash around in places only he knew were there; "this used to be a speakeasy during the Prohibition. Once the ban was lifted it became an extra room and then one people just didn't care to look for when the fun stuff was right in front of them." They did have to remind Matau to keep to one face, so the police wouldn't be informed and they had to get sunglasses for Onewa and cover for him; "He lost a bet and now he needs to wear that face makeup all day. Looks pretty badass, though, huh?" / "Correction: I *won* that bet."

A major highlight was going to a carnival and just having a good time and goofing around, more so when they finally made their way to the beach and just had fun. Swimming, playing in the sand, taking in the sun, even having a campfire and watching the sunset and later stars

Here was where they really got talking, about their lives before the facility, about how long they'd been in, making light of their time being in captivity, as it were

Nuju and Nokama were in for the least amount of time(9 months)

Matau had been in for three years

Whenua had been in for five years, three months and 4 weeks(yes, he kept count)

Onewa had only been in for a year, maybe a year and a half

Vakama revealed he's been in the facility for eight years now, counting today

It silenced everyone for a moment, especially as they realized that so much time had caused a lot of damage, and not just physical. Vakama is VERY socially inept, to the point he just froze up when a girl told him her friend thought he was cute, he is pale like a ghost, he looks like he hasn't been sleeping, and, as he revealed to them, being seen as a monster and a secret to be kept under wraps wins up making you believe it yourself, that that's all you are and every will be

After a moment, the question was proposed:

"What if we ran away?"

It caught everyone's attention, mainly because they realized THEY WERE OUTSIDE and they did get away from Lhikan and could run. Nuju pointed out they still had their trackers in, though they could be removed hopefully before the foundation found them all

The discussion was long and there was a lot of "and then what?" But ultimately, everyone just lay on the beach and wind up falling asleep

You may think Lhikan left, but no. He was keeping an an on the Metru and needed to report back to the foundation that he had the Metru in sight and they were safe. He had everything under control

He missed when a group of SCP bands drove in from the back roads and SCP personnel essentially swarmed the beach

To call what happened brutality would be an understatement. Personnel were armed with guns, both with live ammo and tranquilizers, tazer/stun guns, batons, pepper spray, anything to apprehend the Metru, and all are used in some capacity, even when they surrendered

Vakama in particular did immediately surrender, even with a gun aimed at his head, but could only watch as he saw the others be beaten, pepper sprayed, shot with tranquilizers, and even electrocuted in water as Nokama had tried swimming to get away out of sheer instinct

The recapturing left them in horrible states. Matau had been tranq-ed and knocked unconscious, Nuju wound up getting shot in the leg, Whenua and Onewa were beaten until they were unconscious, and Nokama was trembling controlably thanks to both what happened and being shocked IN WATER

Each were put in separate bands and taken back to the facility, though Vakama had to be knocked out with sleeping gas because he WENT OFF on the personnel and how they were using their numbers to talk about them rather than their names. Upon re-entering the facility, the Metru were kept apart, not allowed to see each other. Lhikan wasn't allowed to visit them either

To say the Metru were all affected is an understatement

Whenua made and his weapons in his bed and his room

Nuju practiced his telekinesis tenfold

Matau refused to leave the enclosure in his area

Nokama has trouble being in water again, or would stay at the broke so no one could grab her

Onewa was even more hostile than he ever had been

Vakama often fluctuated between laying in bed all day to sometimes destroying his room and purposely seeing things on fire

It got worse when Roodaka glued herself to him and would often stay in his room with him. Nothing creepy happened, she just played at being his ally

That changed when Vakama was checked on me by Sidorak, started requesting to not see Roodaka anymore, and when Roodaka attacked him and the two had a VERY intense fight that personnel had to break up

While the other Metru earned their way back to seeing each other, the most they saw or heard of Vakama was he was first already seeing Roodaka, and then that he was in solitary containment/confinement because he proved to be too dangerous to be kept around others for a while

In solitary, Vakama met Norik, who talked to him through a vent and the two got talking: Norik and his friends tried to escape, but were unsuccessful. Norik doesn't mind solitary, but he'd heard of Vakama and his friends, as they were the talk of many staff members. He only hoped Vakama knew his friends worried about him because they do; he means more to them than he thinks, and he cares about them more than he realizes

After a VERY emotional reunion, and a shave and a haircut, two bits, the Metru were back to hanging out and seeing each other again, butnwith heavier supervision

That did not stop Vakama from slipping a note to all of the other Metru when they returned to their holding areas:

"We're getting out of here"

[finiffy]

This may be oldish but -

We never really delve into the tattoo AU were everyone had a tattoo on them reference the organization they worked for.

What we have:

People can have multiple tattoos (mostly A-major because they are weird.)

People need to find that job for them, it doesn't automatically show up when you join one. You need to find you special one.

Some won't ever find their "true" job as they just settle with what they got.

People with tattoo will be promoted at a higher rate than their counterparts

Tattoos are full piece done on your skin, Example: You don't get just the Foundation logo on you, you get it like a patch style tattoo or a large scene of maybe a Foundation building.

This also apply to people outside the veil where they can yes get a Walmart tattoo.

What I added:

People who leave their "true" work to go to another one and they gain a new tattoo their the old one looks like those really fade tattoos

The point above does not apply with A-major because again they are weird.

They look like a fresh tattoo all the time, unless you are in lots of sunshine then it will fade a bit.

People usually see them for the first time after sleeping after working their for at least a week. People who said they have watched the process say they have seen them fade in on another person body.

The ink for the tattoos is an unknown material and strange tattoo ink that seems to be replicatable to make more.

Tattoos grow larger the more involved you because with the company.

O5s have like full body suit tattoos

A good majority of tattoos for the Foundation are grayscale but some have color for various reasons.

My main story with it is currently the What Where Why When? Of each staff member for their tattoos. I've got Clef the most done just need to draw his tat. But others not too much.

After that I can come up with a story line for this AU to play out for fun.

-Mold Anon

Not going to lie I totally forgot what this joke au is about other than something on the lines of 'mlp cutiemark/soulmate mark but with scp and its corporate'

Also putting in some food for thought adding in the mole au where everyone is a mole for another goi, eveyone having bootleg Foundation tattoos

[myrequestblog]

Request Rules and My Favorite Characters

I can do other characters, but if you don’t specify which characters you want I will choose from these

Undertale AUs:

Classic

Swap

Fell

Nightmare

Dream

Ink

Error

Geno

Reaper

Fresh

Paperjam

Fellswap

Swapfell

Horror

G

Mafiafell (Sooner or Later You’re Gonna Be Mine)

Grillby AUs

Gaster AUs

Flowey AUs

FNaF DCA:

Sun

Moon

Eclipse

Bloodmoon

City of Blank:

Jericho

Claude (I will only write gay headcannons for him. Sorry notsorry)

Rex

Black Butler:

(I refuse to do Ciel or Alois, unless the reader is of similar age)

Sebastian

Grell

Undertaker

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Gojo

Yuji

Maki

Geto

Mahito (He’s an jack@$$ and I hate what he did but he’s hot)

Sukuna

Toji

That one white and blue curse that almost killed Yuji, and that I’ve decided to call ‘Akuma’ (Mostly platonic and/or pet-owner type relationships (Keyword ‘mostly’))

Hunter X Hunter:

I refuse to do Gon or Killua, unless the reader is of similar age

Hisoka

Illumi

Chrollo

Demon Slayer:

(I refuse to do any minors x reader, unless the reader is of similar age)

Kagaya (Platonic/parental only)

Giyu

Shinobu

Rengoku

Mitsuri and Obanai (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)

Muchiro (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)

Uzui

Muzan

Rui (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)

All upper ranks aside from 4 and 5

Enmu

Sabito

Senjuro

Dummy’s Dummy:

Paris

The Lalah twins

Polakov (We’ve been conditioned to hate him and have no major reason to actually dislike him)

Ivan

The Toy Soldier

Creepypasta:

Slenderman

Splendorman

Offenderman

Jeff the Killer

Jane the Killer

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack (Mainly gay headcannons for him)

Candypop

Ticci Toby

Masky and Hoodie (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)

Jason the Toymaker

Ben Drowned

Lost Silver

Zalgo

Evil

John Doe:

John Doe

House Hunted:

Maison

Yandere Simulator:

Yan-Chan

Rivals

Senpai

Gaster Gang:

Wingdings

Swap

Fell

Stars

Blindy

Swapfell

The void anomalies (Pet-owner relationships only)

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Wally Darling

Reboot Wally

Lovesick Wally

Watcher Wally

Rainbow Factory Wally

Opposite Wally

Other Wally AUs

Sally Face:

Sal/Sally Face

Larry

Ash

Trevor

Fran Bow:

Only platonic relationships

Fran Bow

Mr Midknight

Itward

Deltarune:

Kris

Ralsei

Suzie and Noelle (Only lesbian poly for them, sorry)

Ralsei

Jevil

The Amulet Series:

Trellis

Emily

Gabilan

Max

Misket

Riva

Leon

SCP:

(Too many to say, but to start with-)

The indestructible lizard

The plague doctor

SCP-914 "The Bettering Machine"

The shy guy

"God"

Deal with the devil

A LOT more

Hazbin Hotel:

Charlie and Vaggie (Only romantic options for them is lesbian poly)

Alastor (Platonic, parental, friendship only. I’m sticking with the cannon that he is AroAce. Sorry 😅)

Angel and Husk (Gay poly is the only romantic options here. If u don’t like it, just keep it to yourself.)

Vox

Valentinto (He’s the worst person in existence but he’s damn sexy (unfortunately). We can all agree on that. I won’t make my bias against him known in the requests, I promise.)

Velvette

Lucifer

Adam (Because some people like him🤷 )

Rosie

Lute

Lilith (Or my rendition of her)

Carmilla

Zestial (Or my rendition of him)

Sera

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Pyrotechnics ❤️‍🔥

Fandom crossovers (Highly encouraged for SCP ideas)

Age regression

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Power plays (unless sexual and with permission from the partner)

Sexual assault or r@p3

Homophobia

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(What’s another phobia- we don’t like spiders either. Spiders are ugly)

Rac*sm

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[aufaits]

on introductions.

If we're to start anywhere in this story, perhaps we should start here: a camera shot, tightly held, focused on a a hand scribbling furiously in a notebook. There's little to note regarding the hand: a claudaugh ring on one finger, nails tidly trimmed, cuticles pushed back. The only speck in site are faint droplets of ink dotting the hand in question's fingers.

Let the camera pull up, tracing the tight bent tension of a arm, a beast poised to spring. Note too, the casual blazer, bearing all the marks of a fresh ironing. In the background of the shot lies a bag, only half unpacked, closet hanging open as well. Clothes dot the bed in blobs of color, and a handful of books lie on the desk in riotous lumps. And finally, the camera focuses on the face of the figure— a woman in thought, her forehead pinched, mouth set in a firm line.

Vivien sits in her room, hair pulled back into a meticulous bun, scribbling at her notebook. It was a ritual of sorts, a way of pulling herself back into herself, reminding her of the things that mattered in the here and now. The words themselves are practically illegible, shorthand sentiments of neuroses still at hand— you're capable, okay? also, it's nice to meet new people, you haven't gotten the chance in ages.

And so on and so forth. Finding the ritual done, she tosses the notebook and pen into a tote, flinging it over her shoulder. She had opted for being her polished self today— the blouse and blazer de-wrinkled with the old bathroom trick that had saved her in grad school, earrings in a subtle silver, every bit of her the thing that she knew she could be— that she knew she was.

That thing being a sure and steady gaze, an infinite patience, an eye for balance. Or at least, that was what she hoped to tell the others.

At the coffee shop, she pauses, folds her hands in front of her just so. There's something almost nostalgic about a huddle of people, crowded around a table too small for them. Some of them ping points of recollections— names and faces settling like film on the surface of memory. Others feel like a knife pick— memory blasted into desolation, bile rising in her stomach. She swallows it, forces her smile, holds back her shoulders.

"Hi, you're the rest of the team, right? I'm Vivien Jiāng, previously a Junior Archivist for RAISA at Site-7."

She cuts her teeth on the previously, allows herself to concede how strange it feels. That was then, this is now. A hand curls protectively around the strap of her tote bag, finger idly rubbing against the texture of it, reminding herself to stay grounded.

"But I suppose you should know me as Au Fait. That's my callsign, anyway. It's supposed to mean something about having knowledge."

It feels dangerously close to a lie, what she says (or at least, a lie to her). After all, French courses for the entirety of college meant she knew the meaning, held the detailed knowledge that the name implied. But she couldn't give a lecture. That had gone disastrously the last time she'd tried to talk about that language.

"I worked with maintaining the digital SCP archives and catching discrepancies in them, as well as helping general SCiPNET upkeep and data issues. Think of me as a computer guy who loves excel sheets and the smell of old paper, and you should have a good idea of what my last five or so years looked like."

She glances over at the counter, smile weakening faintly. She'd fully forgotten to have food before this, hadn't she?

"Um— I do want to meet all of you, but do you mind if I grab a coffee first?"

[artoriarts]

okay introduction thing again bc old one is outdated

hello my name is artoria or arto (she/they) and i am here to spill my random art and ideas all over your fresh new carpet. please feel free to send me asks about literally anything, realize i have only put out so much oc/hc stuff to have input about but i will also jsut. draw something if asked.

my associates: - @lord-raccoon : nbf - @im-here-to-fight-terfs : gf - @umbris-regni : friend - @pseudomushroom : buddy - @thestellarpartner : homeslice - @sixthezes : pal

music i like: -the general otacore gamut (mainly jt music, stupendium) - rock (mainly des rocs, kid kapichi, hello operator) - metal (powerwolf, metallica, mick gordon) - this is far, far from all but if i go listing every little thing my keyboard would never know rest. if somethings got a distinct/definable drum rhythm or riff/melody i'm probably gonna love it.

fandoms i fuck w/ heavy in no particular order: - madness combat - ultrakill - hades - doom - dead by daylight - hollow knight - castle crashers - guilty gear - spiderman - rain world - risk of rain - plants vs zombies - alien - scp - dishonored / prey - dark souls / bloodborne / elden ring / sekiro - team fortress 2 - lethal company - titanfall - anything dnd - lancer

fandoms im not "so normal" about but still like / have passive interest in so you know my taste (aka games i don't play regularly but still like): - splatoon - darkest dungeon - dead space - mandela catalogue - don't starve - hi-fi rush (actually play this one tho, better than dmc don't @ me) - dredge - ghostrunner - slime rancher - warframe - inscryption - subnautica - apex legends

if i ever make an oc and/or oc verse / fandom au that becomes prominent to my posts here ill stick a little blurb about it here

[nomsfaultau]

SBI Whumptober prompt 19) Trapped//“We’re not making it out of here”

Disclaimer: this blurb is set in the SCP SBI AU I have called Fault, specifically after Tommy and The Blade are captured by the Foundation but before Philza is. Explanation of AU; tldr.  

“We’re not making it out of here,” Tommy said quietly, bitterly. 

The Blade hadn’t noticed the fact he’d stopped running. Glancing back revealed Tommy stood at the precipice of a blood-splattered Foundation hallway. It was identical to the previous tunnel in all but the arrangement of viscera, the pair lost in a labyrinth of concrete and soldiers. Tommy looked incredibly worn for all that The Blade had been doing all of the fighting. “Nah, we’re so close,” The Blade assured confidently. “This is definitely going to be the time.” 

“It’s going to get worse,” Tommy warned desperately. “They hate when we try to escape, and we’re just going to be separated again, and–”

“We can’t stop fighting, Tommy. If we give up they win.” 

“Haven’t they already?”

He rested a heavy hoof on the kid’s shoulder. “No. And they never will as long as we keep trying.” Tommy didn’t quite match his grin, but he tried to at least. The pair plunged into battle once more, clawing their way out of the prison. 

The cold fresh air was sharp on The Blade’s tongue, freedom sweet for how long it had been denied. He’d been right, this was the time they finally escaped. 

It was only then that he realized Tommy wasn’t following him anymore.

The boy had been lost somewhere, in the twisting labyrinth, in the sea of violence. A moment of hesitation, but really The Blade knew there was no choice. He dove back into the Foundation at once. The Blade couldn’t just abandon his friend, he had to try just for the desperate hope he could save Tommy too. He clawed his way through enemy lines, scouring identical halls. But try as he might, he couldn’t find Tommy. Eventually, The Blade could recognize Tommy was right. There was no we that would make it out of the Foundation. 

But there was an I.  

All that mattered was that he could escape, never mind the kid he left behind. Once he was free there was nothing the Foundation could do to stop him, every battle already destined to fall in his favor. It took about every scrap of humility The Blade had to admit he couldn’t save Tommy by himself, but if he could get to Philza they’d have the power needed to raze the Foundation to the ground. If he abandoned Tommy it was only temporary, because once he succeeded Tommy would be immediately rescued. 

It was for his own good, then. 

Sure Tommy would be punished for the containment breach and have to bear the brunt of the Foundation's ire. But once they were free it wouldn't matter. The Blade would continue to escape. Over and over and over, each time a little more desperate, but also a little more determined.

The Blade could be called ruthless for many reasons. For the brutal efficiency through which he worshiped The Blood God, for the cold laughter ringing out over the bloodbaths he made of battles. 

But perhaps the cruelest thing about him was his unceasing optimism.

(Full chapter here; work includes other prompts)

[emerald-onion]

SCP Foundation: The X-File

"TH1s 1s a t3rr1Bl3 1d3a."

"Come on, Error! Have I ever done you wrong before?"

"..."

"... Aaaaaaaanyway, should we start now?"

"l3t's JUst G3t tH1s 0v3r w1TH."

"Dr. Ink, of the SCP Foundation-"

"aND 3rr0r, sCP-404-"

"Proudly declare-"

✨~ASK BOX IS OPEN!~✨

Rules:

Except for the one who is dead, you can send questions to any characters

No NSFW

No character bashing

Respect the other askers and my already-established canon

And most importantly, have fun!

[itz-lauryz]

✷°~•INFO ABOUT ME! :3•~°✷⁠

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• I'm a random dude (introvert) that join af on April 2023. I like to prank people.

• I'm introvert or shy BUT i really like talk to people and became their friend. When i got Friends i talk very much and send videos; Is my affect :3

• My MBTI is INTP and, yeah, I'm stoned %P

• I'm really short! (4'11' ft/ 1.48 m🥲)

• Fandoms and games that i like: Undertale, Underverse, Hazbin Hotel, Murder Drones, Brawl Stars, Steven Universe, Among us, Creepypastas, Roblox, D&D, Helluva boss, Your boyfriend game, Batim, FNAF, FNF, SCP, Minecraft and stop (i Guess).

• I don't like the cringe, Advertising, suspense, school/homeworks, FCKING ARTBLOCKS (aaaaaaaaaaaa-💥), steal or tracing, forget things (it happened to me really often ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ), Heights, planes, lag and bug....(⁠ʘ⁠言⁠ʘ⁠╬⁠).

• Mainly I focus with Undertale and Underverse and in drawing skeletons and things like that. My favorite Sanses are Killer, Fresh, Flowelfell, Nightmare and Cross :D

• If you want you can make art requests or ask about me and my OC, I'm available and happy! :D

• I draw from 10yrs and I'm 13 (MINOR). B-day: 3rd April.

• Cat person :3

• I can speak Italian🇮🇹, english🇬🇧 and French🇫🇷.

• I'm Bi-Gender (them/they) and F Fictiosexual.

• I make my OC called Gatt!Sans and his au Underepidemy.

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BYEEE

[urbuddynova]

🌺Teenage Gaea 🌺

My girl deserves so much more attention bro, she’s basically invisible at this point 😭

I like to think in my little au my junior researcher finds her in the woods near her home itching uncontrollably due to her sensitive skin, she’s on the brink of tears and multiple plants unstick to the forest start blooming randomly around the scp. My junior researcher takes her in, buys her loose 100% organic cotton dresses and makes her a nice herbal tea using the fresh plants from her garden. Of course there are a few problems along the way because of scp 166’s abilities. So my junior researcher upgraded her shed into a nice little private granny flat for scp 166, and got everything the girl needed to feel comfortable. She later on gives scp 166 one of those Nokia brick phones (since they took WAY longer to be fully engulfed in greenery) and found the phone number for the “Abbess of our lady of mercy” convent where she now daily talks with them. It was hard at first accommodating for the deer girl’s diet and medical needs, but over time it became easier and they even made an apple pie together. Despite it taking a few tries (the big lizard scp 682 kept on eating the pie batter when they weren’t looking).

🌺Oh also the flower she wears in my first drawing of her is given to her for her “birthday” (my junior researcher made a birthday for her since they both didn’t know what day she was born in.)🌺

[undertalebabbleblog]

"So if Core!Frisk can be anywhere and everywhere at once, ( and idk which one, but there was a sans that had connections to the SCP Foundation) then wouldn't they see a photo of SCP-096? And therefore they would hunt them down throughout the entire multiverse? And also, would 096 know how to get to the omega timeline to hunt them?"

I saw that question a while ago and had pretty much finished typing out my answer before I remembered that I couldn't answer it since I didn't have the app it was asked on. My answer's just been sitting in my notes app for ages, and I figured I'd post it here since there's nothing else to do with it. Hopefully you learn more about Core!Frisk's abilities or something, idk. (Quick disclaimer, I know literally nothing about SCPs other than some random information that my brother has told me. Also, as far as I know, this is all accurate to Core!Frisk's canon, but if I made a mistake please let me know.)

Anyway, here's the ramble.

I don't know much about SCPs, but I *do* know Core!Frisk and the Omega Timeline. (This will all be regarding what I know of canon Core!Frisk, as fanon versions can vary drastically.)

Frisk is in every time and place at once. They perceive anything outwardly perceivable (aka, they see everything you do but they can't read your mind. They're omnipresent, but not omniscient). They literally can't *not* do this. They can also manifest a theoretically infinite amount of bodies at any given time and place (with a 50/50 success rate, and only one body per any given person's current perception). These bodies can't withstand more pressure than their own weight (which is roughly equivalent to a plateful of spaghetti) and will slowly degrade over about a week until Frisk makes them disappear or they completely dissolve, but they're still relatively physical and Frisk uses them to directly interact with people. Frisk can't be killed or physically harmed in any way, although their bodies can be physically damaged and destroyed.

There's almost definitely an AU out there where an Undertale character and a photo of the SCP you were talking about exist in the same universe. Therefore, Core!Frisk has absolutely seen the photo - in fact, they would have seen the SCP itself, because they literally can't avoid doing so once the SCP is a part of the Undertale multiverse in some way. So if the SCP in question can sense people seeing it, then it would be able to sense Frisk looking at it and every photo of it literally all the time.

However, if the SCP only reacts to people physically looking at it, then it would only be hunting Frisk if they manifested a body and directly looked at it or a photo of it, which I doubt they would do since they do have common sense.

The Omega Timeline can only be accessed by walking through some sort of doorway while thinking of going there. Core!Frisk is usually the one who gives this knowledge to people, but they're not the only one who knows how to get in and therefore not the only one with the ability to spread said knowledge. Theoretically, if the SCP managed to find out how to get into the Omega Timeline, they would be able to get in. However, this would put the Timeline's residents in more danger than it would Frisk, since Frisk can't be killed.

In regards to the SCP hunting Frisk across the multiverse, there's a few things I'd like to touch on here. First, whether the SCP is even able to do so depends entirely on its abilities. While it varies from headcanon to headcanon, there are generally around five ways for a character to travel between universes. 1. The character's abilities/powers allow them to travel between universes. Eg. Ink's ink-hopping, Error's glitchy portals, the X-Event's powers, Fresh's fresh-poofing. 2. The character is in possession of an object that allows them to travel between universes. Eg. Ace from Chancetale using his machine, and later Ink's scissors. 3. The character is tagging along with another character, usually an outcode, who has either the abilities or objects outlined above. Eg. Classic!Sans in Underverse, Blueberry being kidnapped in the Ask Error comic. 4. The character is utilising the pre-existing portal-esque features of some sort of place to travel between universes, usually to a specific universe that has been previously designated by the place. Eg. The Doodle Sphere, the Omega Timeline. 5. Creator intervention and/or plot convenience. Used mostly for crossovers as far as I can tell, characters are inexplicably transported to another universe. Eg. The Christmas Party AU comic, that one time in the Drunk Chara comic where they did a crossover. If the SCP has some sort of ability, object, etc. that allows it to travel between universes, then it would theoretically be able to hunt Core!Frisk throughout the multiverse. However, if it doesn't, then it would be stuck in its own universe.

Which brings me to my final point, which is that the SCP wouldn't have to go to the Omega Timeline to hunt Core!Frisk. If it was hunting one of their bodies, then the body is probably right in front of it and easily destructible (although Frisk themselves wouldn't be harmed). If it was hunting Frisk themselves and not just one of their bodies, then... well, it would have a pretty hard time with that, since Frisk is literally in every time and place at once with no permanent tangible form. It's an impossible task, and the SCP wouldn't even have to enter the Omega Timeline or any other universe - Frisk is, always has been, and always will be everywhere, all around the SCP, for eternity. There's no way to hunt someone like Frisk - it would be like trying to hunt the multiverse itself. Their bodies may be fragile and easily destructible, but their consciousness and their self is, as far as I know, intangible, and there's no way to kill, destroy, or physically harm them. Frisk can't avoid seeing the SCP, and the SCP can't hunt Frisk in any meaningful way beyond destroying their bodies.

[neon--nightmare]

also yes plz continue i would read an entire fic

Item #: SCP-4200 SCP-4010

Object Class: Safe Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4200 SCP-4010 is to be kept in a 40-by-20 yard enclosure, and will be moved to a larger one if necessary. (READ: If it keeps acting up. Seriously, did we HAVE to put the thing in a 420 401 foot... God-*DANG!* it.)

Additionally, SCP-4200 SCP-4010 (NOTE: Can we please just use 4010? This is getting obnoxious.) must be supplied with a new, preferably healthy, D-Class personnel approximately every two weeks. Apon acceptance by SCP-4010, the D-Class is reassigned as SCP-4010-1, and will be promptly disposed of once the time is up. NO instance of SCP-4010-1 should ever be allowed escape or to attain any sort of recovery.

Description: In its natural form, SCP-4010 resembles a gelatinous purple starfish approximately 3 1/4 inches in height. Maximum length is, as of now, impossible to measure without undue risk to researchers. It is a parasitic being, requiring a physical host to survive. Subject has a singular humanoid eye located in the center of its ‘core,’ ringed with ██ small growths resembling teeth that SCP-4010 can fold over the lid as a protective shield, and no visible mouth. (NOTE: Further testing is necessary. What are these growths made of? Can they regrow? Attempting to get a sample may be a good idea. - Dr. Collins) (You do it. “Resembling teeth” my *RAD,* the little *SHED* bit me! - Dr. [REDACTED FOR SAFETY.])

In its natural state, SCP-4010 is rendered unable to communicate in any way with staff, apparently only capable of screeching. Despite this, it is still highly intelligent, and will use any chance it gets to escape. Subject is coated with a self-replenishing, transparent layer of ‘slime’ that allows it to slither around without injury to itself, as well as providing a shield from the sun and other semi-extreme temperatures. Although it looks similar to the slime from a ███, testing has shown it matches no known substance.

SCP-4010-1: Once provided with any humanoid creature, preferably a standard D-Class subject, SCP-4010 will rapidly enter its mouth (or other available orifices) and [DATA EXPUNGED.] Once inside its new ‘host,’ Subject immediately gains the ability to speak with the voice of SCP-4010-1, along with several more anomalous properties; such as the ability to replace any spoken curse word with a “child-friendly” alternative. This, apparently, extends to this very document. (NOTE: How does it know what we’re going to say before we say it? Is the process automatic? Requires further testing. - Dr. Collins.)

When able to speak, SCP-4010 displays a callous lack of care for lives other than its own, stating that it is aware of the suffering SCP-4010-1 experiences and simply finds it amusing. Currently, it is unknown if the subject is capable of any recognizable ‘human’ emotion, but with further testing, it seems unlikely. [SEE INTERVIEWS-1 BELOW.]

Other properties include a bright red Fanny pack (confiscated) that can seemingly hold a limitless number of items, including those that shouldn’t even fit in the opening, but can only be accessed by SCP-4010-1. Subject also has the ability to ‘teleport,’ complete with a cartoony “POOF!” sound, leaving behind a cloud of rainbow smoke. Thankfully, there appears to be a limit on this power, as the subject has not teleported out of the building yet. Although, it has left containment multiple times, and requires constant monitoring to prevent more escapes. (Note: Requesting reclassification to Keter, at least. Scared me half to death when this thing showed up in our break room. Who the *HECK* marked this nightmare down as ‘Safe,’ anyway??? My ears are still ringing from the anti-drug PSA. - Dr. Hart)

Thankfully, all instances of SCP-4010-1 share several similarities, which makes them easy to spot. While ‘possessed’ by SCP-4010, the right sclera of all subjects turns a murky black, and the pupil is replaces with a white, cartoony heart. As possession continues, the heart appears to ‘crack.’ When the crack reaches the heart’s bottom, it will appear to ‘break,’ and the subject will be afflicted with sudden, immediate cardiac arrest. If medical personnel is alerted in time, the subject can be resuscitated, but all brain functions will have permanently ceased.

As this is a very easy way to tell if an acquaintance is afflicted with SCP-4010, the parasite appears to compensate by wearing some sort of eye covering, preferably a pair of sunglasses emblazoned with “YO LO,” slang commonly used in the year ██ and referring to the saying “You only live once.” (Note: Yikes. - Dr. Hart) SCP-4010-1 also maintain a constant speech pattern, constantly using slang such as “rad,” “bro,” “sick,” and “dawg,” as well as speaking in a heavy Brooklyn accent no matter the ‘host’s’ place of origin. Even if the host only speaks a foreign language, once overtaken by SCP-4010, they will speak in fluent English. (Does 80s’speak even count as English? - Dr. Collins)

SCP-4010-2: When left in a host body for longer than two weeks, SCP-4010 will begin to produce smaller versions of itself, labeled henceforth as SCP-4010-2. It appears to show extreme distaste towards these instances, crushing them until they [REDACTED.] When asked why it is so hostile, as SCP-4010 has previously ranted at length about how “murder is unrad,” it simply laughed and stated, quote, “They don’t count as people.”

Instances of SCP-4010-2 vary from SCP-4010 in many ways. While SCP-4010 itself is purple, SCP-4010-2 appear in all shades of the rainbow, though each has a single eye with black sclera. Most commonly, they appear as a single tendril, though some take on the same starfish shape as SCP-4010. It is as of yet unknown if they maintain the other anomalous properties of SCP-4010.

Final notes: As of now, SCP-4010 is classified as *SAFE* Keter, though this may change in the future. Outside of a host, it is harmless, but there’s no way to sustain it without allowing it inside a body. Do NOT let it near other SCPs. Do not listen to anything it has to say. If an associate is speaking oddly, or hiding their eyes in some way, report them IMMEDIATELY. Better safe than sorry, honestly. A D-Class described the thing’s possession as ‘a nightmare you can’t wake up from,’ and I am NOT letting that *SHED* happen to me. - Dr. Hart

Addendum: God, *FUNK* this. I need a pay raise. - Dr. [REDACTED.]

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SCP AU part 1

*In a room with a man and woman standing over a computer monitor which had a live video feed of a young girl with long redhair and green eyes sitting on a bed in a room with other variety of furnitures*

Cinder: So are there any updates on SCP-312?

Roman, sighly deeply: Nothing concrete yet. The subject is still refusing to speak to any of the staff members, or at least speak of anything important about herself that is. Unless you count stuff like her favorite food important that is.

Cinder: So she’s just ignoring the questions?

Roman: Not ignore. Just plainly shut down. The first few times she just politely declined the question, but she soon grew more agitated and stopped them before they could even asked. Sometimes even during 30 minute talks. She somehow will know when they’re about to pop the questions. We can’t seem to get her guard down.

Cinder: How about D class? Sent any of them in?

Roman: A few. But I put as stop to that real quick.

Cinder: How come?

Roman: Well for the few we sent in there, she treated them very harshly. A total 180 on her usual behavior. Like she’s a totally different person. Hell, she hospitalized one of them for just entering the room.

Cinder: Any idea why?

Roman, shrugging: Well again, this isn’t concrete, but I think she has some sort of...mind reading abilities. Or something even more. It almost makes me thinkshe’s in her prison willingly, instead of her being trapped.

Cinder: So you think she can read minds?

Roman: Something of that sort. You see, she treated the D class with hostility, but she treated some more harsh than others.

Cinder, writing that down: Really, that’s interesting.

Roman: Yeah. And I think I know why. The one she treated less harshly was Mercury Black. She just ignored him. Not giving him much attention and glaring at him when he pushed. Although Cardin Winchester wasn’t so lucky. He was hospitalized shortly after entering the room. A broken jaw and a fractured femur.

Cinder, whistling: Damn. What did he do?

Roman: Nothing. Nothing to HER at least. You see, we picked Mercury up after he told him we’ll clear his charges for multiple arm robberies. While for Cardin on the other hand, he got him for multiple murders. Kinda a big step up to arm robberies if I do say so myself.

Cinder: So you’re hypothesizing that she can....read people like a book? She has morals.

Roman: Yes and no. Yes on morals, on mind reading....well, she seems much more aware than that....much more. *gestures towards screen*

Cinder: *looks at screen to see the redheaded girl staring back at the camera knowingly*

Cinder, shivering: Damn.

Roman: See what I mean when I said I doubt she’s trapped in there, instead in there willingly?

Cinder: Got any ideas what we should do?

Roman: Well, since she might knows each person’s motive and past, I think I have one idea.

*LATER*

Jaune, shocked: Hold on. So you will actually pay all my college fees if I just do one social experiment for you?

Cinder, smiling: Why yes sir. You are a young man fresh out of college with no criminal records at all. You got your whole life ahead of you, so let us make it a little bit easier for you for the fee of a....’practically’ experiment. So what do you say?

Jaune, not even questioning the red flags: Hell Yeah! These college loans were eating me! Had trouble sleeping at night with all this stress! Where do I sign up?!

Cinder, smirking: Right here, young man. *pulls out document*

Jaune, ignoring the red flags AND reading said document: Don’t mind if I do.

Cinder: Great! It’s going to be an honor working with you.

Jaune, smiling: So when do I start?

Cinder: Now. *snaps fingers*

Jaune: Wha— MMMF!!!!!

*two guys quickly put a bag over his head before escorting him to a black van*