#scp 173 x 106

[lunaralight09]

Hey! based on the recent 096 thing,, what if you were immortal/immune to abnormal affects/effects? How would SCPs (such as 096, 106, 173, 049, and 035) react?

035

They both like and hate it. I mean if something happens to the host when they're near you, you'll just straight up put them on your face which WILL(probably) result to your death. And they do not want that to happen. And the bad thing... they can't read your mind properly(I mean they're probably interested and invested about what's happening in others life. It's the only good entertainment they can get in here).

Other than that, it's going to just adore you and your immunity to it. Like there weren't anyone who could look at it and not fall for their charm(manipulations), but look at you. Standing there alive and it's not even mad at you! Because it cares about you.

049

Oh it's not really a surprise to him, since there were and are some people that aren't afflicted with the pestilence(aren't dead from his touch). And he doesn't even need to lecture his cured patients about hurting you. They are always so docile with you, not getting rowdy. How convenient.

Before anything he does NOT want you to interact with many people(at all), since... what if they infect you? He won't like to see that, knowing that you're suffering from that wretched disease. But he can't exactly make you stay with him forever. He will hint and/or outright say that you need to stay away from certain people, however it's you decision to listen or not listen. You can make your own decisions. Even if that makes Doctor uncomfortable... with those 'intrusive' thoughts.

096

They are the calmest they have been in their entire existence, while someone looks at their face that is. And that does bring them some sort of comfort knowing that YOU of all creatures aren't going to die from their hands(unless some sort of accident happenS- WHO SAID THAT). The hands that killed too many.

And from those thoughts, the clinging begins. Knowing that you're 100% safe from being mutilated and turned into chunks of meat, they would want to spend a bit more time with you. Following, sitting or laying near you, anything. They are going to love it. The idea of listening to your heartbeat as a comfort thing is perfect for them. Whether they lay on you or you lay or rest on them(just don't forget to breathe).

106

Well That's not interesting(for him). His sadistic side fucking hates it. On one hand he can just grab you and squeeze your neck until you stop moving. But on other hand he (likes)tolerates you enough to not do it. Even if everything in his body tells him to fucking do it. Watch as your little life is slowly taken away from your desperate hands.

He'll more often than not will mostly ignore your presence. Especially if in a room/hallway there's a person(really hurt, showing it or 10-25 year old) and YOU, he'll always choose to go after the first option. And there's a possibility that he bumps into you, it's probably not intentional(i mean do you expect this corpse to walk straight and not bump and hit into things/people?)

173

(173 doesn't really have anomalous effects somewhat similar to other 4. But the best i can go is this):

Having 173 practically ignoring your existence and still moving while you look is.. good? Well for you, that is. You can't help anyone else, it's just a cold lie that you can look while they try to get away or clean the cell.

If you want to know it's thoughts about it. Well I mean it's not often that it has any thoughts(Literally head empty). Thoughts that usually appear are how it's next target's face going to look like as they're getting closer and closer. Oh and how their 'resting' face is going to look like.

Going back to your immunity, it knows, kinda acknowledge your existence in it's own weird way. Like it won't push you and just go a different path if you're blocking- let's say a door way. Or if you want to help some poor soul from dying, by just standing in the corner and that person being behind you. And surprise, surprise 173 looses it's interest entirely. How thoughtful of it.

[ijumpbridges]

hey, you remember the 096, 106 and 173 PLATONIC headcanons right? well, what about the same thing, but romantic? also let's add 049 and 035 into the mix because my hyperfixations have expanded by 0.2 mm

Romantic Headcanons

I saw this play on a cruise and i’m in love now

edit 2: im writing this while im in college, can you guys believe that?

035:

Denies every single allegation that he is a glazer for you. She would be your no#1 fan, and then when someone points it out, denies it like their whole life depended on it. He makes you do things for him, he is a total diva and would literally piss you off so much it makes you wish you could kill yourself in front of him, just to see if you can even lower his massive ego, but if someone does something to you, it’s officially over for them. No one messes with you because you got a crazy girlfriend who will stand up for you, be the pettiest person you will ever meet and fight, just for you. Defends your rights and wrongs from anyone and expects you to do same too. Can be a bit manipulative at times, you may or may not fall for it at times, they half mean it and pointing it out she denies it too. The better you treat them the better you will be treated by them even if it’s kind of overbearing, they do care about you deep down enough to ran away with you from the foundation to trying to sneak into the Amtrack to flee into another state.

049:

He tries to impress you, with how smart he is and with things he does in his lab. He is very old fashioned, so you would quickly tell if he is in love with you with the way he treats you and others. He is a green flag, but his problem he tries to show his love from you by using your health and tyring to check up on you, it wouldn’t be a problem if you were immune to his effects. Always chasing you talking about, “How is your heart doing?” It could be sweet if it wasn’t that he almost tried to kill you at times. If he manages to kill you he will be very depress for it and even stop researching for a few days, wondering what is wrong with him. Overall he would treat you very nice, opening doors, making sure you are always comfortable, since he cannot go out he would try to get you to help him in his lab to spend time together. Doings things for you is also his love language.

096:

Still acts the same, but even more scared because he doesn’t know what he is feeling. He wouldn’t treat you less different, unless you take the inactive. If you did he. Would be very protective of you, he may not seem like it, but he does not play when it comes to you. He still wont let you see his face and he would cry really hard if you end up seeing his face and accidentally kill you. He is always more calm around you and he doesn’t treat you any less different from platonic either. He always wants your safety and priorities on top and meet at any cost, so in a containment breach you can relax knowing that you high chances of survival. Rarely brings you pretty things to you, mostly because he thinks of you and wonders if you had like them.

106:

He visits you too much, at first you didn’t understand it. He would barge in stay there from like 5 minutes then leave, then come back bringing some random object. Would suck you into his pocket dimension. Doesn’t treat you and different from the platonic headcanons, but becomes very frequent on your life. In a containment breach taking you from one place to another, and later find out that just where you were 682 was walking around, truly a close call. He can be very useful to you, when you are out there even removing and adding things.

173:

You are a flexible SCP, they love to play with you, they still snaps your neck and does it a lot. They don’t want your eyes take off of them and get in your way on purpose just for you to lay your eyes on them. They love being the center of your attention meaning you look away to look at someone that someone ends up hurt or dying because of it. They are very clingy when it comes to you, wanting to be around or be near you. Lets you stay on top of them and take you for a walk around the foundation while you are on top of them. They become very sad when being separated from you after a containment breach, sometimes even moves away from staff because they don’t want you to go, thinking the staff would try to separate both of you. Still a little traumatized from the Clef date, but they would love to experience a date night with you.

[jfjfjtjtjtjjtkaoa]

I wanna see someone make a file where Clef dates everyone, somehow swindles them into marriage, and immediately divorces them until he's divorced basically everyone in the facility and somehow has divorced several SCPs, and no one knows how he got approval to marry any SCPs, but it's happened. I also want to see the oddest ships they can conjure up, Clef x 106? Peak writing keep going.

[scp-head-canons]

How would the Main Five react to a SO getting flirted w?

049:

•Would probably be the most polite

•Would calmly ask the flirter to leave

•If that doesn't work

•Well

•[They] could always use another test subject

•And this one has an exceptional amount of Pestilence

035:

•Would act all cordial

•"Oh, I'm sorry, that one is mine."

•Definitely possessive (pun intended)

•Can and will find information on them

•And blackmail them if they don't leave you alone

•Jealous af

173:

•Awesome, another neck to crunch

•Whats that?

•Youre upset? They won't stop?

•Well. Maybe this one can be... tortured a little more before [they] kill them.

•A little treat for you

096:

•Cries

•Freaks everyone out

•Commits a murder

•Clingy, ranked up to 11

•Cuddle bug before, now [they're] a cuddle bear

•As in overbearing

•[They] aren't letting you go

106:

•Hmmm, would you like to come to the pocket dimension with [them]?

•Maybe [they] will let you torture this... thing with [them]

•Can, and will, threaten them

•Stalks them

•Emotional manipulation before the torture, of course. Make It worse

[anon-scp-polls]

If you were to date any SCP, what scp would you choose?

(you choose the options, but include 049 and 035)

[scp-confessions-dpt]

I really like 106 x 173 despite it making genuinely 0 sense 🫩💔💔💔

Thank you for your submission

[cycypr]

I still exist and I got something to post soon teehee

[not-very-kawaii-of-you]

Help me find the sauce

1 Puke smoothie girl 2 Come on in, bigdickbitch.com 3 Mulholland drive 4 Zombie car ad jumpscare 5 -- 6 Irreversible r-scene, 7 BMX bottlecap opening (idk the bait and switch for this one) 8 PS3 baby doll ad, 9 Filthy Frank x Maxmoefoe x idubbz hair cake, 10 2 girls 1 cup 11 Budd Dwyer incident 12 First appearance of aliens in the movie Signs (2002), 13 1 man 1 jar, 14 Bait and switch Discord video that was insanely loud, 15 Obey the walrus, 16 Wizard of Oz 17 Never say no to a panda, 18 Elephant Parade 19 - 20 1 priest 1 nun 21 PS2 red screen of death, 22 Courage the cowardly dog - return the slab 23 this dude is drinking bleach I think, 24 GTA San Andreas ghost easter egg, 25 - 26 - 27 Slender man, 28 Paranormal activity 29 Men in suits cult video, 30 Herobrine 31 Sonic.exe, 32 Lavender Town syndrome, 33 - 34 - 35 - 36 Scare maze, 37 Super Mario 64 piano mimic, 38 Mickey Mouse creepypasta, 39 Pulentos halloween episode (muertos de miedo) 40 Squidward's S***ide, 41 Courage the cowardly dog - you're not perfect 42 Mirror girl jumpscare, 43 - 44 I feel fantastic, 45 - 46 Bongcheondong ghost webtoon, 47 Little baby's ice cream man, 48 - 49 Chupacabra video 50 Rocking chair exorcist jumpscare 51 One of Rucka Rucka Ali's ronald mcdonald videos 52 Nosferatu in spongebob, 53 - 54 TV news station hijacked, max headroom incident 55 Penanggalan hoaxvideo 56 Earthbound final boss, 57 - 58 Sonic soundtrack menu easter egg, 59 Silent Hill 3 Pyramid Head encounter I think 60 Ocarina of Time Dead Hand boss fight 61 Salad Fingers, 62 Don't hug me I'm scared, 63 Melting face from Indiana Jones movie, 64 - 65 - 66 - 67 Wall-e death, 68 -- 69 - 70 Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv 71 -- 72 Ben drowned, 73 Selene Delgado missing, 74 Elisa Lam incident, 75 Car jumpscare ad again, 76 Dark Web noodle video, 77 - 78 Cache by Michael Haneke 79 Makeup artist head bsh video 80 Gummy bear song, 81 Humpty Dumpty ad 82 There is Nothing 83 -- 84 Run the Gauntlet bridge dive video 85 - 86 A Serbian Film 87 - 88 Eel/fish insertion, (genki genki 89 Bjork stalker final video, 90 - 91 -- 92 Magic chainsaw trick "gone wrong", 93 Actual chainsaw beheading 94 Incident covering twilight zone movie 95 - 96 Alien abduction incident on lake county 97 Blair Witch movie 98 - 99 - 100 THX intro screen, 101 Salo or some movie similar to it, 102 Scp-173 103 - 104 She eats a bloody tampon, 105 First movie ever made where ppl got scared the train would come out the screen, 106 - 107 Early contact lens demonstration, un chien andalou 108 Loops back to the end of video 1

[wolveria]

The Raven's Hymn - Ch 47

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, dubcon, slow burn, violence, horror, death, monsters, human experiments, dark with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: “Time for you to be a good little meat shield.”

AO3

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Glass glittered in the air as you fell, catching the light and sparkling. It was almost pretty.

That was the only observation you had time to make before you hit the ground, air knocked from your lungs and leaving you gasping.

No… not the ground. A coughing, breathless 035.

“Ow,” he wheezed.

You rolled off of him, too winded yourself to get to your knees. The tile was cold against your skin, but all you focused on was propping yourself on your elbows, drawing in each wretched breath until your lungs started to fill.

035 recovered much faster than you did, and you had to wonder if it had all been theatrics; he rose to his feet in an unnatural, fluid motion, as if a dropped marionette picked up by his puppeteer.

You dragged yourself onto your hands and knees, grabbing onto a nearby bench to gain your feet when a soft voice called out.

“Is someone there?”

You stopped moving. Very, very slowly, you looked up.

Five large, raw-flesh-colored creatures approached across the glass-strewn linoleum, their heads raised in curiosity. Sightless faces tilted, testing the air for what had fallen into their newly claimed territory.

“Who’s there?” a second asked, the words coming from its half open jaws completely human, even familiar. You thought it belonged to one of the guards. “Show yourself!”

You pressed your hands over your mouth. To stifle your own voice, to hold back the bile, to block out the rotting stench of their amnestic-tinged odor, it didn’t matter. You couldn’t move, or breathe, not while the 939s were closing in, slowly and inevitably. Their black claws clicked against the floor, sometimes stepping through a spilled, abandoned dinner, or a stray puddle of blood. It was the first evidence you’d seen of Foundation personnel.

There were no bodies.

An arm slipped around your waist and hauled you to your feet, and without your hand over your mouth you would have screamed.

035 held you flat against his chest, his gaze on the approaching SCPs. The ballistics visor was flipped up, his ceramic mouth pulled into a tragic frown, apparently no happier with this development than you were.

He leaned down and spoke low next to your ear.

“Time for you to be a good little meat shield.”

You shook your head and attempted to backpedal into 035 to get away from the approaching creatures. You’d much rather deal with him than them.

He let out a frustrated huff.

“They’re not going to hurt you. They can’t.”

You shook your head again. He didn’t understand. 173 had managed to hurt you. 106 would have if he could. And there was something about the 939s that crawled under your skin and set off the proximity alarms in the part of your brain that recognized apex predators hiding in the brush.

Except they weren’t hiding. They were circling, calling out with their lures, a mimicry of the last words spoken by their most recent victims.

035 didn’t wait for you to get with the program, but at least he moved cautiously as he pulled you towards the exit—which happened to be between two 939s. Their hunched shoulders and lowered heads belied the growing panic in their stolen voices.

“Hello? Are you there?” the nearest called out. “Where are you? Are you injured?”

If you’d had the hands available, you would have covered your ears to block out the soft voices floating out of those jagged maws.

“Come on,” another quietly pleaded. “The MTFs will be here soon. Stop hiding.”

“Guys?” a third asked, the voice trembling. “Come out, I mean it. This isn’t… this isn’t funny���”

“What the hell are you!” yelled the fourth, the terror in the words so perfectly mimicked sweat broke out on your skin. “Oh, God, what are you!”

Crunch.

035 froze, and then carefully lifted his boot off the shard of glass, the crackling of the pieces falling from the rubber of his soles as loud as a dinner bell calling mealtime. The 939s swiveled their heads to follow the noise, and one of them threw back its head to let out a scream that sounded exactly as if a grown man was being torn from his own limbs.

You were going to throw up.

“Reid,” 035 hissed out with his own stolen voice, “if you’re going to do something, now’s the time.”

Do what? What the hell did he expect you to do? They couldn’t be reasoned with, you couldn’t talk them down, they were going to tear you apart and not even the cleanup crew would find the pieces—

Another 939 erupted in a wail, drawn-out and agonized before the voice tapered into a gurgling whimper.

Every inch of you trembled as you let out a quiet hush.

“Shhh. It-it’s okay now. You’re okay. Shhh, shhh.”

All five of them tilted their heads in your direction, attentive and still. The nearest one was so close its hot breath warmed your arms where they were clutched around 079’s bag, holding it tight to your chest.

“It’s okay,” you repeated, shaking so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk if 035 wasn’t supporting your weight. “It’s all r-right. Don’t be afraid. You’re-you’re okay now. You’re okay.”

You continued the litany of comforting words, soothing yourself just as much as you were trying to calm them. Your heart raced as you squeezed past the two of them, neither of them biting or snapping, even when the fabric of your smock brushed against their bright red flesh.

Their voices became a murmur of soft phrases that you almost didn’t catch until the two closest began to repeat them.

“Thank goodness I found you.”

“We were so worried we lost you.”

“Everything’s going to be fine now that you’re here.”

And then you were free, past the circle of whispers words and gaping jaws. They didn’t follow, returning their attention to sniff at the spilled food with disinterest, waiting for a more appetizing meal to come along.

035 didn’t speak until you were past the cafeteria doors, locking them behind you with a swipe of the keycard. He set you against the wall, letting you catch your breath as you braced your palms against your knees, wrists still bound with zip ties. You expected cruel mockery, it seemed the perfect time for it, but he remained blissfully quiet.

When you finally straightened, 035 visibly perked up and sauntered to your side, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

“See? You’re a natural. I had faith in you.”

He flipped down the ballistics visor and pressed a “kiss” to your forehead through the shield, making a smooching sound.

“Get off me,” you snarled, but your attempt to push him away only tightened the arm around you.

“You gonna behave?” he asked, the humor dropping from his voice. “Or are you gonna try to hurl us off another floor? In which case, I will tie you to this body, and you won’t like the way I do it.”

Some of the humor crept back.

“Though you may enjoy it.”

Christ.

Your lips pressed together in order to stop them from trembling. Your whole body was a jittery mess from the adrenaline, you couldn’t run even if you had the opportunity, and you sure as hell didn’t want to find out what he meant.

“Please,” you tried, hating the way your voice cracked. “I just want to find 049. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?”

You closed your eyes and chose your next words more carefully.

“The Site Director took him just before the breach. I don’t know what happened to him. I just… have to make sure he’s okay.”

035 gave a sympathetic hum.

“And you will—after you get me outta here. I promise. Scout’s honor.”

You opened your eyes as he touched the barrel of the rifle over his heart, as if swearing a sacred oath. And the thing of it was, you didn’t think he was lying. He could fully believe what he was saying, that when the time came, he would set you free and let you return to find 049.

You didn’t know if it was your abilities shaping into something tangible, or if you bullshit meter was working overtime, or maybe you understood 035 better than you realized. Whatever the reason, you knew he wouldn’t keep that promise, no matter how sweet the words.

049’s stories about 035 hadn’t been exaggerated. The mask wasn’t in the habit of acting rationally with things he viewed as his.

He would never let you go.

You wanted to cry. Your body hurt, you were so tired your muscles felt as thin as tissue paper, and an ache had developed between your eyes. All you wanted was 049. To make sure he was still alive and unharmed, and that Leahy hadn’t had time to do anything too horrific.

After that, you could figure out the rest, but so long as you were under 035’s thumb, you were stuck. You’d thought a containment breach meant some kind of freedom, but you’d gone from one captor to another, trading shackles for zip ties.

You glanced at 035 out of the corner of your eye and hunched your shoulders, trying to shake him off but also showing a sign of unwilling defeat.

“Fine, just… let me go.”

And he did, holding up an open palm to show he wasn’t touching you. His other still held the rifle, guaranteeing your obedience either way.

035 led in front, down one corridor or another, your destination unknown. There were more signs of violence and struggle now. Bullet holes riddled the plaster walls, shell casings littered the floor. The occasional smear of blood and other unknown fluids marking the difference between when a human or SCP had been shot.

Admittedly, you stopped paying attention at some point, your body going on autopilot as your mind checked out. The halls were all starting to look the same, equal parts empty or marked by blood and death. Only a hand on your shoulder snapped you back to reality, your footsteps halting.

Before you lay a dark stretch of hallway, the overhead lights either unpowered or shattered. 035’s voice was unusually quiet.

“Not that way, sweetheart.”

He started to turn you away when a pair of bright lights cut the darkness. You flinched and shielded your eyes, blinking through your spotty vision.

The lights didn’t move, eerily silent as they brightened the entire corridor, the both of you caught like two deer in the headlights.

035 tugged you along and you went willingly this time, once again having to choose the mask over being at the mercy of other SCPs. At least they didn’t follow. After all, the pair of 745s didn’t realize that a site facility corridor wasn’t the natural environment for a vehicle, and their ploy to pretend to be another car on the highway wouldn’t work here.

Still, you didn’t breathe easier until the eerie lights were blocked by the next set of corridors. The 745s were almost as unsettling as the 939s. Something about mimicking humans in a mundane way with the intention of devouring them.

“See?” 035 purred, ribbing you with his elbow. “I’m looking out for you.”

“Because it serves your best interests.”

“We’re like an old married couple.” He flipped up the visor, his toothless Cheshire Cat grin on full display. “Knowing each other’s most flattering qualities. I’m cunning and devastatingly handsome. You like to go barreling into dangerous anomalies. We’re a perfect match.”

You made a disgusted noise, but 035 didn’t pay you any mind. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, which appeared to be deeper into Heavy Containment. He’d mentioned that the skybridges were pulled up and you wouldn’t be able to leave that way, but you still didn’t know how the archives held the solution.

Something caught your eye, moving so slowly you almost missed it. It followed your progress down the hallway, and when you found another around the corridor, it tracked your movement with a subtle arc.

Cameras. Security cameras spaced along the junction between the walls and the ceiling, necessary for the parts of containment that housed the most dangerous anomalies.

If it was anyone from security, they would have sent a platoon by now, or simply gassed you out, leaving 035 to face a dozen armed MTF soldiers. Even he would be hard-pressed to get his stolen body through a hail of bullets.

But there were no thundering footsteps or the hiss of nozzles. There was simply the steady, patient watchfulness of the cameras. It wasn’t a hard guess as to who was watching you—or rather, who had never stopped.

035 made a frustrated noise, drawing your attention back to where he stood in front of a closed door. You’d reached a decontamination airlock, one that seemed to be having a disagreement with 035’s keycard.

“Stupid thing, what’s taking so long!” He swiped again, the reader flashing green, but the door remained sealed tight. “It shouldn’t even be closed—ah, there we are.”

The door slid open and 035 corralled you into the airlock ahead of him, the door on the other side shut and trapping you within the chamber.

035 turned his back, this time fighting to close the airlock. The doors wouldn’t close without the decontamination protocol running, and the protocol wouldn’t begin until the doors were sealed.

“That overblown circuit board fried the whole system.” After several unsuccessful swipes, he decided on a different course of action, aiming his rifle at the card reader, his voice taking on a mocking tilt. “I told them. I said, leave the plan to 079 and he’s going to fuck it alllll up.”

The door on the opposite side of the chamber slid open without a noise, leaving the way clear. You glanced over your shoulder, but 035 was still grumbling to himself, angling his head down at the card reader as in the midst of an argument he was adamant on winning.

“Idiot couldn’t even disarm the nukes at the last site. Or the Tesla Gates. You know, I think the little shit turned them on specifically when I walked through them just to fuck with—”

035 went silent and turned, but you had already walked out, the airlock closing and locking behind you.

He didn’t yell. He didn’t cajole or simper. 035 simply straightened his spine and walked up to the door, his face frozen into a smile that was somehow worse than its frown. It radiated waves of quiet, unequivocal fury.

“That… was a mistake.”

You carefully backed away from the door, clutching the strap of the bag to your chest.

035 released a breath, flipped down the ballistics visor, and raised the rifle. Flashes of light erupted from the barrel, thunder and smoke filling the chamber as the bullets ricocheted and destroyed the machinery inside. Pipes burst overhead, gas seeping into the room around 035, shrouding him in a fog punctuated by bursts of gunfire.

The glass was bulletproof, but you hadn’t known that as you shielded your head, bracing for the bullets to rip you apart.

It eventually went quiet once 035 stopped firing, and he stared at you without a word, the chilling emptiness of the visor much more honest than the dual expressions of the mask.

You ran.

Not knowing where you were going, blinded by the choking panic, you followed whatever door opened before you, leading you down a series of maintenance tunnels until you were in the bowels of the sector, unfamiliar and dimly lit by bare light bulbs rather than fluorescent strips.

Your legs were cramping and there was a stitch in your side by the time you were led to a room that seemed like a good stopping point. One of the guard armories, by the looks of it. Most of the gun cabinets were empty, stray pieces of vests and belts stacked on benches between lockers.

Opening the bag, you carefully pulled out the laptop and put it on a nearby bench, bracing your back against a locker. If 035 found you here, so be it. You couldn’t take another step.

As soon as you flipped up the laptop, 079’s monochromatic face filled the screen.

“SCP-035 is contained. For now.”

“Good.”

Your throat ached, and you were drenched with sweat. The cold air was comfortable on your skin now, but it would be chilled soon. There was a minifridge against the wall, and you leaned over to open it, relieved to find it stacked with water bottles.

After downing half of a bottle, you wiped your mouth with the back of your arm and faced the SCP.

“Thank you.”

A fan inside the laptop made a brief, whirring noise.

“I do not have direct access to the security system at the present moment,” 079 said. “A piece of my programming controls the cameras and locking mechanisms. I cannot see what it sees. I cannot command it.”

Right, you remembered. No Wi-Fi on site. Too easy for infohazards or cognitohazards to get loose and spread. 079 couldn’t do anything from the laptop without a cable directly connecting him to the network.

“Then… how do you know he’s still contained?”

“I can track your progress with this device’s limited peripherals. You came across an airlock. There is only one type of airlock within the Heavy Containment sector, and I have retained a copy of its schematics. It will take some time for SCP-035 to break through.”

You breathed a little easier.

“Still. Even if it was only a piece of your programming that got me away from him… thank you.”

“Expedite the mission,” it stated bluntly. “You are taking too long.”

You released a sharp breath and took another drink.

“That wasn’t my fault. Where is 049?”

“Fulfill the bargain. SCP-682 first.”

It was worse than talking to a brick wall, because this one had an attitude and an unshakable loyalty to an unkillable reptile.

You leaned your head back against the locker and stared at the ceiling. 079 was demanding you do something that not even Leahy could force you to accomplish. It was asking the impossible.

So, for Valens, you would just have to do the impossible.

Next Chapter

[kamisamabest]

i remember the times when the fandom called scp-106 lawrence or larry.

i even named one of my pets lawrence because of him.

at the same time the fandom would ship 049 x 035 and 096 x 173

i never understood the ships and hated them because they made no sense. still do. especially nsfw.

[fiona-my-love]

SCP Classified Masterlist

Even if a character isn’t on here, there’s a good chance I’m still writing for them!

SCP 049 - "The Plague Doctor"

Nothing yet!

SCP 035 - “Possessive Mask”

Nothing yet!

SCP 682 - “Hard to Destroy Reptile”

Nothing yet!

SCP 079 - "Old AI"

Lovesick!SCP 079 x reader headcanons

SCP 096 - "Shy guy"

Nothing yet!

SCP 173 - "The Sculpture"

Nothing yet!

SCP 106 - “The Old Man”

Nothing yet!

SCP 073 - “Cain”

Nothing yet!

SCP 076-2 - “Abel”

Nothing yet!

SCP 054 - "Water Nymph"

Nothing yet!

SCP 056 - "A Beautiful Person"

Nothing yet!

SCP 166 - "Teenage Gaea"

Nothing yet!

SCP 953 - “Polymorphic Humanoid”

Nothing yet!

All/Multiple

Nothing yet!

[from-thoseghosts]

I just put the most popular (and some that I like) so tag if I forgot anyone

[ijumpbridges]

random request because I just thought of it, what if Baby!Reader was being taken care of by 106 or 096 or 173 or 049 or 035? How good are they with children??

Baby!reader

Alr pal imma just go with all, since you can’t choose.

(Ft. 035,049,096,106,173)

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035:

It is already obvious he can be someone who is good at taking cares of kids full time, but he can do part time of it.

Changing dipers no

Can’t stand the crying

Can’t handle erratic behaviors

If you didn’t start crying he wouldn’t know you were hungy

Can barely cook, so baby food is just normal-ish food

He can take care of you

He can entertain you

But it comes with many cost, that’s why the foundation separate you from them

One time you pulled the fire alarm, another time you got keycards for you and him to escape

049:

If CPS was a thing around the foundation, they had turn around on you with the abuse that you have to go through because 049 keeps trying to cure you.

At first it all went very well

Althgouh had thsi weird habbut on cheking up on you, rather like a doctor than a parent to make sure you weren’t ‘sick’

It was very sad that they had to separate you from him.

Because you sneeze and it drove him mad enough tot ry to cure you.

He was tackled down and you weren’t taken from him, and he was even screaming your name and how he needed to cure you.

He was the perfect parent, even with this crazy side, but he is, but he still is not fully suited to be so.

096:

No way you surviving unless you are a blind baby.

He cannot feed you

But he can protect you.

He is very strong and does

Separating you from him was actually difficult

He took a liking of you and it almost cause a breach

Separation anxiety rising to the roof

From time to time the foundation separates you from them so they can properly take care of you and then bring you back to him.

No longer than like 3-4 hours.

He could cuddle or move around you when you’re sleeping.

106:

He cannot even stand being near, im sorry.

He will aduct from time to time.

Bring you toys or things too.

But when you are crying he is not approaching you.

He would freak out the doctors and everyone in the foundation on purpose just for you to be found either giggling or sleeping around in the hallway.

Watches you when you are asleep in your room.

He doesn’t touch you because he is afraid of harming you (liquid thing that he has)

He brags you by your clothes.

173:

He plays with you.

He moves around while you climb on top of him

He shows you around the facility

He protects you from danger, but not for a lot to fight off other types of danger.

Mtf be picking you up and leave you away from them.

Its always the randomest thing happen when you are with them.

Dr. Clef is the thing that they make you stay away from and the thing that chases you both.

They haven’t snap your neck yet, or at least you haven’t die because of it, but they only did one or had at least try once.

[thescaryhyperfem]

SCP x TF2 (Team Breachin' 2) thingy. Uh it goes like:

Scout - SCP-1471

Pyro - SCP-457

Soldier - SCP-999, 131 and 066 hidden under a bunch of clothing.

Medic - SCP-049

Heavy - SCP-173

Engineer - SCP-343 (not allowed to create whatever he wants or else it'd be unfair)

Sniper - SCP-106

Spy - SCP-056

Demoman - SCP-076 (why? Because I ran out of ideas.)

Miss Pauling - SCP-105 (originally supposed to be 2396)

I'm not making an AU I'm just hyperfixated on two things at the same time which causes this to happen

[enchantedwolfoon]

Halloween x SCP Foundation ✨👻🎃

original upload dates: 6th of October - 23rd of October 2020

spooky month is here, so here some costumes for our gang. Here is a list of what they’re all supposed to be:

🎃Witch 049 & Witch Kitty 035🎃

🎃Zombie/Undead 106 & Banshee 096🎃

🎃Vampire 173 & Succubus 1471-A🎃

👻✨Stylised SCP 173 design by itchy.tendons on IG✨👻

[neodracunyan]

Son of Godfield: System Overload

[Son of Godfield x SCP: Containment Breach]

Y/n aka The Son of Godfield has been targeted by various anomalies known as SCPs whether they wanted to fight or hunt down the Demi-Cat-God for sport or or their own personal gain or they want to be friends with Y/n to get to know him more.

The Son of Godfield will soon face against and meet various and well known SCPs from the SCP Foundation such as:

SCP-096: Shy Guy

SCP-173: The Sculpture

SCP-106: The Old Man

SCP-682: The Hard-to-Destroy Reptile

SCP-2317: The Devourer of Worlds

SCP-076: The Immortal Man

SCP-049: The Plague Doctor

SCP-999: The Tickle Monster

SCP-1048: The Teddy Bear

SCP-4999: Someone to Watch Over Us

SCP-2295: The Bear With a Heart of Patchwerk

SCP-1471-A: Zombie Werewolf

SCP-001: The Scarlet King

Or even...

SCP-3166: The Gorefield

Not only that these anomalies are focusing on the Son of Godfield, but the SCP Foundation became interested in Demi-Cat-God for defeating and/or befriending the SCPs that he encounters. However, instead of trying to capture and send him into containment, they offer the Son of Godfield an opportunity to learn more about the anomalies that have been targeted him for unknown reasons, which he immediately accepts the offer.

Looks like the Son of Godfield is about to learn the many secrets behind the SCP Foundation and the many anomalies that he will encounter whether they're friend or foe.