#scp comparison

[makelifeyourbitch42]

Reminder: There Is No Canon to Creepypasta and Frankly, There Shouldn't Be

I already made a post about this (it was actually my first one), but I have gotten better at conveying what I'm trying to say here. I don’t know how many people will actually see this, but I hope some do because I think this is really important given how the fandom is going these days.

There is no canon to Creepypasta.

Did you really think the people who made Slenderman or Jeff the Killer planned for them to star in an AMV where they battle to the death with Fall Out Boy playing? Or that they’d be featured in cute ship animations and oWo storylines? Of course not. And the same goes for nearly every character in this space.

But people kept creating. We invented the idea of a shared universe. We gave it lore. We gave it depth. We gave it ships, AUs, Proxies, tragic backstories, and haunted mansions.

There. Is. No. Canon. There never was, and there never will be. And that’s a good thing.

We can do whatever we want with these characters. We already do.

Want a model for this? Look at the SCP Foundation. It’s got hundreds of characters, monsters, and stories and no true overarching timeline. Many of those stories contradict each other, and that’s the point. SCP works because it embraces creative freedom. Creepypasta can do that too.

In fact, calling things “headcanons” doesn’t even make sense when there’s no actual canon to begin with. If your “headcanon” changes a backstory, a relationship, or the emotional tone of the world, it’s an AU. And that’s not bad! AUs are where the most fun happens.

Jeff and Liu can be brothers or enemies. BEN Drowned can be a dead kid or whatever AI hivemind he was in the ARG. Slenderman can be a Lovecraftian nightmare or a weird neutral forest God. You can write horror, slice of life, romantic drama, or comedy.

We don’t need a Creepypasta wiki like SCP has, but if we had something like that? Something that gave space to all these alternate takes without arguing what’s “true”? It could help.

Because at the end of the day, we should feel free to tell whatever the Hell stories we want with these characters and the universe. IF ANY!

You can just have owo Yaoi, Yuri, and whatever a "straight" ship is! You want slice-of-life shenanigans in a mansion Slenderman owns for some reason? GO. FOR. IT. It’s valid.

There’s no canon. There’s only you, your weird brain, and the stories you want to tell.

Thank you for reading.

[brainrotisseriechicken]

(pirate au) rights sketch for a pirate au design card revamp :3

oldies on the right the sketch is on the left . obvously

[r0semultiverse]

Undead Unluck is like if you took My Hero Academia, but then made it about mostly adults & for adults as an audience. It also takes place in the SCP universe at the same time.

Absolutely worth a watch!

[cautionwetfloor-png]

i havent touched confinement in 1 billion years but i missed my favorite egg and i need them to come back (which a reboot/continuation by different people is being worked on so SLAY!!) . anyways read the tags if you wanna know my thoughts

[nevermatchandscpsradadventures]

As this last vote was a tie, I'll be posting about two Heroes! This is the second one, Cap (not Minish Cap, I just can't find anything that fits with his aesthetic and doesn't sound stupid)

Cap was raised by his grandmother, Syrup, alongside his younger twin sister Maple (she sometimes wonders if she's actually the older twin, though), in place of their late parents. He and Maple learned how to create potions of all kinds under Syrup. Cap and Maple have made up multiple family members, just for the heck of it; their mother's name was Pancake, and their father's name was Omelet, so it's no wonder that they decided to go with breakfast foods for the names. Made-up family members include Big Brother Sausage (made up to explain why Link is named that), Uncle Waffle, Aunty Bacon, Cousin Sunnyside, Great Aunt Toast, Second Cousin Twice Removed Eggs Benedict, Great-Grandpa Oatmeal, and Third Cousin Twice Removed Hash Brown (no longer in rotation because Granny Syrup realized that he didn't exist and Cap and Maple were using his "poor home life" as an excuse to "send him cookies", aka sit under the porch and eat their weight in cookies).

He can be a little odd, but he's scholarly and charming in his own right. Some, such as his own sister, view him as a little immature, not to mention unkempt and goofy. He's a little mischievous at times, although he does frequently mean well. Sometimes he will pull practical jokes, but he's always made sure that they're harmless, mainly being used to confuse the target.

Sometime early on in his adventure, Cap either nearly died or legit died, but because of some magical mushrooms nearby deciding to use him as a host, he survived, despite the horrible, inexplicable trauma from the experience of nearly dying or actually dying. His appearance has changed significantly, but not enough to make him unrecognizable. Fungal growths on his person is not out of the ordinary, his teeth have gotten sharper, his eyes have changed, he's grown much taller, he needs humidity more than he used to, he's constantly staticky from his mushrooms communicating, and even his voice has changed. Due to the collective of mushrooms residing on his body and in his mind, there's a layering effect in his voice; the more mushrooms that grow on him, the more layered his voice becomes, and the fewer mushrooms there are, the more his voice sounds like it used to be.

However, if he gets injured (in game terms, loses an entire heart), a mushroom drops off, having taken the hit for him in essence. In reality, the mushrooms are the only things keeping him alive at this point, enough to where some might consider him to be a walking corpse; he will grow weaker and colder the fewer mushrooms he has, and if there are none left, he could very well die. One could easily pull one of his growths off, but to him, it'd feel like a finger getting ripped off.

On a more lighthearted note, Syrup has definitely made it to where, anytime Cap and Maple are bickering, they have to sing the Siblings song to make up, including the dance (the part after the "We'll impress you with our sibling dance!" and the dance is generally added by them, calling the scarecrow outside the cottage Sausage). If nothing else, it gets them to stop bickering in front of guests and customers at least as much.

[mattastr0phic]

Why do I imagine the anons are absolutely huge. Because if you think back to the petting the Thanglet ask, the anon's hand can barely fit 2 fingers on Thanglet's head, and the normal thang is around half the height of the chibis. Clef. How tall are the f*cking anons????

Anons are normal person sized, thang/thanglet/thyng are just around the size of small cats lol

[michajawkan]

while the original backrooms post does mention a sound made by something, saying that if you heard it, that it has definitely already heard you, implying some type of creature skulking around, it’s vague and unclear enough that I think it doesn’t detract from the core appeal, which is that you don’t really know

like, obviously the implication is that it’s some sort of big scary beast that wants to eat your face or something, but it doesn’t have to be, it just as well be like, a bunch of spiders or a weird plant or a funky mushroom or even just describing a way the backrooms itself is making a noise acknowledging that its noticed you--

[wolveria]

The Anomaly Archives - Reality #009

AU of The Raven's Hymn

Pairing: SCP-049 x Reader

AO3

Document #45SB23: "The Alphabet Memo" Infohazard Classification - Access RESTRICTED

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

SCP-049 is all about aftercare, to the point where you think he might enjoy it even more than the sex. It's an excuse for him to dote on you, clean you up and make sure you're warm and comfortable and safe. He loves when you rest your head on his chest or tuck yourself into his side, and if you lay facing away, 049 will wrap his arms around you and press against your back every time.

B = Body part (favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

049 doesn't see himself as a sexual being, though he does have complicated feelings about his hands. He's proud of how precise and surgical they are, and yet, their killing touch is indiscriminate and absolute.

But when it comes to your body, he loves everything. He especially enjoys how much smaller you are in comparison to him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

049 loves making a mess out of you. The messier you get, the more pleased he is, knowing he's done his job well. He also finds it endearing when you're embarrassed over how excessively you come.

And if you manage to squirt, there's a good chance he loses his composure, skips the rest of foreplay, and buries himself in you up to the hilt.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ever since 049 became emotionally attracted to you, he's had salacious, graphic sex dreams. He’s at a loss; this is a first for him, but they become a nightly occurrence until your relationship finally becomes physical.

He still has the occasional wet dream, but now when he wakes up with his hard cock pushed out of its inner sheath, you're more than happy to ride him, or roll over so he can fuck you from behind. Even while partially asleep, the pleasure is better than anything he could imagine in his dreams.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You're the first intimate partner he's ever had, but 049 is well-learned when it comes to human anatomy. Combined with his knowledge of erogenous zones and his observation of your reactions, it's easy for him to pleasure you in a way that makes it seem like he's been doing this for centuries.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It's difficult for him to pick; he loves any way he can have you. But one of his favorite positions is with you on top, taking charge and using him for your own pleasure. 049 enjoys watching his cock disappear into your body, and his hands being able to reach any part of you is an added bonus.

But he also loves to be the one on top, pressing you down into the bed while being slow and careful, until you beg him to stop teasing and fuck you proper. Another reason he enjoys this position; he feels like he can shield you from the world, protecting you from anything that might want to harm you.

A guilty favorite position of his: pushing you to the nearest surface and holding you against it. This is often the position you'll find yourself in when you've been tormenting him with subtle brushes of skin or teasing smiles. Secretly, it's one of your favorites, too.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

049 has a very dry sense of humor, and with the right timing he can be extremely funny, but he tends to be more serious in intimate moments. Mostly because he doesn't want to make a mistake and hurt you, and he wants you to know he doesn't take your trust lightly.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well, at least when it comes to hair maintenance, 049 is very easy. His thick hide is entirely hairless, and perhaps that's one reason why he's so drawn to your hair, happy whenever he can run his fingers through it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

The intimacy is the point of sex for him. 049 will, of course, happily let you use him for sexual pleasure if that's what you want in the moment, but even that holds a certain intimacy for him. In short, 049 is incredibly romantic without even having to try.

J = Jack off (masturbation head canon)

He’s never done it before, but when straying thoughts of you become lewder and more frequent, 049 is sorely tempted to try, if only to calm his newfound need.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Being the medical expert that he is, 049 enjoys examining you in a “professional” capacity. If he is pleased at having you at his mercy while his practiced touch evokes excitement from your body, then it’s merely a side effect, and need not be examined further.

049 also has a latent breeding kink, which he discovers along with a surprising part of his anatomy (further detailed in W below). He’s too ashamed to confess his fantasies about breeding you, but with the way you demand he comes in you every time, filling you with every drop, he begins to wonder if you have a similar desire.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any place where he’s not constantly observed and watched. He’s used to being the subject of experimentation, but that’s not something he would ever want for you. And the thought of someone watching you at your most vulnerable is enough to make him wish to exact violence on those who dare to look.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just seeing you through the observation glass or hearing your voice over the intercom is enough to pique 049’s interest, but he especially loves when you’re excited by something. Whether it’s discussing a topic of your expertise, or watching you draw or write, he enjoys when you’re so enthralled that he can watch you unimpeded, tucking away the memory of how you chew your lip in concentration, or move your hands in animated joy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The thought of harming you unintentionally is enough to actively worry him. The destruction in 049’s hands and his inhuman strength are dangers he refuses to test. (Although, winding him up and teasing him is a good way to wreck his control and get him to forget his strength if you’re looking for him to manhandle you.)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

One of 049’s greatest regrets about his anatomy, aside from his deadly touch, is the fact his face is trapped within his mask. He would give anything to be able to kiss you just once, and if he could, he would pleasure you with his mouth as often as you would allow him. (Though being able to rub the curve of his beak between your legs and watch you squirm is its own kind of pleasure.)

049 is surprised how much you want to perform oral sex on him, and he’s surprised again to find he enjoys it. Something about having a lack of control as you lavish your tongue and mouth on a sensitive part of his anatomy is especially thrilling to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

049 loves going slow, displaying the patience and self-control you definitely lack in this situation. But even he has his limits, and whining and begging for him to take you apart is the quickest way for his control to snap, and then he’ll fuck you hard and fast enough to leave bruises and make it difficult to walk the next day.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If a fast fuck is all 049 can get from you, he’ll take it. He would rather have you at his mercy for hours, drawing out your pleasure until you’re a panting, exhausted mess, but if speed and discretion are what’s needed, he can have you coming on his fingers within a minute.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Just being with 049 is a risky experiment, and therefore, he tries to make every intimate encounter safe for you. You’re far less careful with your safety than he prefers, but the way he sometimes holds you, like a precious thing that might break if squeezed too tight, makes you love him all the more.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Well, he’s not human, which means he’s not under the same physical constraints as you. There seems to be no limit to 049’s stamina, and your energy and endurance are the only limiting factors when it comes to sex.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

049 doesn’t show an interest in toys for himself, but he’s certainly intrigued by watching you use them, and once he realizes they’re simply tools to add to his arsenal, he’s learned to use dildos, vibrators, and clamps on you with mind-blowing results.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Once he learns how flustered and aroused you get by the smallest things he does, 049 becomes an expert at teasing you. He doesn’t want you to suffer and eventually gives in, but he enjoys the strained noises you make and the way your body yearns to be touched. He doesn’t quite understand sexual attraction, but seeing how much you desire him gives him a sort of proxy sensation of physical lust.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

049 is on the quiet side in most instances, and he’s not very vocal during sex, either. But when he is, whether it’s to make those strange purring-rumbling noises or to groan sinfully in French, it’s entirely worth it.

W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)

049 has a knot, though he had no idea it existed until the first time he fucked you. It hadn’t appeared during his sex dreams, or the few times he grew aroused by your presence and had to pull his robes over his groin.

But the first time you felt that knot press against you, you eagerly pushed back until it slipped inside you. After coming in you so much it started to leak, 049 was mortified to find he couldn’t pull out.

Needless to say, every time you have sex now, you try to get him to knot you. It’s not always possible, like if you’re at a higher risk of getting caught, but when it does happen, you happily use it as an excuse to lie on top of him, or snuggle up close for longer than you would get to otherwise.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

(Literally, no one would know what’s going on in there without the X-ray images.) But you’re the first to sample his cock personally, and it’s something you would never put in an observation report. No one needs to know the monster he keeps hidden under those robes.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

049’s yearning for you is like a physical punishment, but it doesn’t have much to do with his libido. Having you close but being unable to touch you is its own kind of torment, and even a light touch on his arm is enough to calm his anguish and need, at least until he can get you alone.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

049 doesn’t need sleep and he often doesn’t. But after you have sex, he’ll watch you for as long as he’s able until he falls asleep. The fact he falls asleep at all is a marvel, and you bring him a sense of peace that he wouldn’t have otherwise.

ATTENTION ALL SITE-20 EMPLOYEES: After one of our staff decided to make an inappropriate “alphabet” regarding one of our assets, all future notes and documents will be subject to viewing by a supervisor and will be considered Foundation property. The staff in question shall remain nameless, and they have been treated with punitive amnestics per Regulation Clause 523.9B. A second strike will result in the employee’s termination.

Site Director’s Note: Since the employee responsible for this circus has been wiped, don’t assume any of you little shits are safe to try again. If I find one more piece of tawdry erotica about SCP-049’s knobbed dick, I’m going to personally make you wish you had been born without orifices.

[korpinkukka]

since i've already shared these on my couple of other socials, thought I'd yeet them here as well ✰ featuring main duo of my scp AU and a surprise 049 for-no-reason height comparison of him and my doctor OC.

anyway, hello SCP fandom on tumblr, Hope y'all are still alive and well

[theallianceofcelestials]

For SEA, can you write what it would be like if KC and Eclipse had a tiny conflict? Sorry I haven’t completely caught up on it (I’m on like chapter 5 and intend to read further this week) so sorry if you’ve already done it and I’m over hear just looking for the angst<\3

I mean there's plenty of conflict between them, but I'm going to assume you meant conflict as in them arguing (English not my first language, sorry)

Also, don't worry about it! Even if I did it I'd at 'worst' point you in the direction of it, even if this did take me a couple days lol. Depression be like that I guess

Eclipse will readily admit any day that his relationship with Killcode is the calmest of them all. They usually get along great, even if the SCP sometimes pushes the limits or Eclipse himself does something that grates on the giant's nerves. But those are always such minor things, and they can usually talk their conflicts through.

This, is not one of those times.

"Absolutely not! I'm not going to let you run off somewhere without our protection!"

"IT'S NOT FOR YOU TO DECIDE! It's not even for ME to decide!"

His siblings have huddled up with their uncles, almost like children asking their parents to shield them from the world. In a way, it's the correct course of action.

They have been shouting for the past fifteen minutes, something entirely unheard of between them.

Usually he's too terrified of the nightmare to do it. Or well, he used to be.

Not anymore

"I can't just-!"

"Oh no, you can just-!"

He's never been this angry at his father before. He's never wanted to throw something at him before this. This is new.

But rage courses through him, and despite how he wishes he could stop, so they could talk this through, he can't. The angry words crawl up his throat, escaping from his voicebox until there's nothing he could do.

But despite it all, he knows logically all it would take to solve this situation is a deep breath from one of them.

That way maybe he could explain this is not just for himself, but for them as well. So the Foundation won't threaten their life.

So that Eclipse won't be put on the kill list

"And if this new entity kills you?! WHAT THEN?!"

He winces as the whole room shakes from the power of Killcode's voice, absently thinking there might just be some magic behind those words, but he cancels the thought process, focusing back on getting through the thick skull of this idiot, so he could explain what in the fuck is going on-

"DO YOU THINK I HAVEN'T THOUGHT THAT THROUGH!?"

"DO YOU THINK I TRUST THE FOUNDATION?! AFTER EVERYTHING THEY DID?!"

His motors growl, his teeth grind against themselves as his default grin stretches wide, showing off all his teeth. His rays shoot out of his head, rattling in warning, claws itching to slide out from their comfortable housings, but all his threat displays pale in comparison to the giant spreading his hands, flexing his sharp fingers.

Eclipse throws his hands up in the air. He's so annoyed right now it's unreal.

"I CAN'T WITH YOU RIGHT NOW!"

He whirls around, snarling in irritation as his coat sticks to him annoyingly. He blasts steam from his vents, clenching his teeth to the point of pain as it escapes him.

"DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE THIS ROOM! ECLIPSE!"

He ignores the enraged howl of his name, ignores his uncles and siblings, ignores his enraged father, and ignores the tiny voice crying in him to stop and go back. He ignores it all, storming outside.

Whether he likes it or not, he has to schedule his own transfer. Which he should do at the earliest, lest some idiot accuse him of not being loyal enough or whatever.

As he begins walking again, he ignores the desperate looks of his family flash in his memory, tries pushing down the sickness he feels, and only half succeeds.

Terror crawls at him, the phantom sensation of a sword cutting through him like he's cotton candy, the sticky warmth of something red red red on his face as someone from underwater screams. He ignores it all, marching onward, trying to pull his cold, uncaring mask on all the while, despite how it doesn't fit anymore, despite how he found something much better to cope with, because what else can he do?

The same little voice he's trying to push down screams that it knows the answer, that it's his family, but he pushes it down.

Anger is a bitter poison he almost missed

[thedeskofaltoclef]

Hello to the desk. I write in all good things I promise I'm just nervous. But you make me smile every time you come up on any of my timelines. And me and my sibling share your posts with each other when we find something silly. But all that is to say...

I think you're pretty neat, and lots of other people do too. And if they decide to be mean... I say we make them go kaboomies. (Not actually, this is a joke). Anyways have a good day/night/whatever time it is- you do great things and keep making people smile. :]

I am very glad to hear you say that. Warms the old thumping meat sack in my chest. I think you humans call it a he-art or something lol.

You never, ever have to be nervous with me. Ever. I am just a dude who likes to act a fool. Nothing more and nothing less. If it makes you feel better I promise that I've made much a bigger ass of myself when I first met Author so I promise NOTHING you all can do would pale in comparison to that. But yeah, I'm just a old, fuzzy guy who likes to hang. Never be afraid to speak to me. I am always around and willing to listen if need be.

And we do not need to make those people go kaboomies. That is not what they need. If it were to get out who they are I would personally go after anyone who went to them because I left their names out for a reason. Our job in this community is not to damn others but to uplift others. If these people want redemption they deserve a second chance.

I'll use Clef as an example. Most people follow the 4231 line. Francis/Clef was given a second chance at life. In that story he was a part of one of the worst things imaginable and now is reveared as one of, if not the most popular SCP doctor. (We don't talk about the bad one on the Desk's blog)

If we can look at this character and watch him grow through his tales then we can learn from that and go "You know what, yeah, these people may suck. These people may have done terrible, terrible things... but I do not want to be like them."

I would rather people continue to trash my name than have any of you lower yourselves.

I'll bare the bullets, you all live and be good for me :-D

[get-the-evil]

you ever think about how the Darkwick Institution seems to basically be the SCP foundation

contains anomalous entities & objects (even calling them very specifically, Anomalous) to protect the public via ignorance of What's Out There, sometimes uses some of said anomalies to contain them, definitely actually very corrupt

oh yeah it's the first comparison I made when I was trying to put tkdb in words my sister would understand

[jasminebelle096]

Wanted to redraw an old SCP-166 fanart that I drew in highschool on my tablet (given by the school btw) with my finger

I put most of my efforts on the background and the sunrays, and while it's still look "generic" kind of, I think I did good nonetheless

Comparison down below:

2025 vs 2022

[lizhly-writes]

Miss Liz, you got me hooked into GSGW and now I'm dying because I caught up to what's been translated and need more to read. Please, help me, do you have any other novel recommendations?

Haha, is that so? I feel like I didn't say very much about it, but thank you for letting me be your voice of influence!

If you haven't checked out anything from the SCP Foundation, then I recommend There is No Antimemetics Division. Like GSGW, we have a secret agency devoted to dealing with anomalies, but in this case, we're dealing with antimemes -- self-censoring ideas. This is a very cleverly written piece that deals with anomalies that affect your memory and perception.

My second recommendation is A Forum for Patients of Fourth Hospital, which is about a ward of girls with terminal illnesses that get thrown into death games -- "treatments", as the hospital calls them, which the girls need to complete in order to survive. While it's not "shady secret agency", I feel like it fits a similar vibe, with the "constantly having to complete dangerous scenarios".

After this, I have to go into unfamiliar territory -- stories that I haven't completed or aren't completely translated, so I can't guarantee quality all the way through, but I feel the need to mention them anyway.

Debut or Die is written by the same author as GSGW, so if you're particularly into that writing style, then, well, here's another shot at it. It's about a guy who, after failing the civil service exam, wakes up in the past as a different person, and gets a system message: debut as an idol, or, you know, die. Aside from the system, we do start off very classic showbiz drama novel, but then there are some mysteries attached that I haven't read yet, because there's a good portion of chapters that are locked and I don't have a Tapas account....

If you read A Forum for Patients of Fourth Hospital and enjoy that, then there is Girl's Dormitory Escape. Similar setup, except it's a dormitory instead of a hospital ward and 'classes' instead of 'treatments'. It's got a "true girl companionship" vibe, you know?

If you happen to like Debut or Die, or at least, showbiz novels, then I'll recommend Assistant Kim Hates Idols, which is about a salaryman who wakes up in the past as an idol trainee. He's told to debut successfully -- if so, then he can revive his dead older sister. If not? Then he'll have to serve a lifetime contract at a company he hates. I'm actively reading this one, I'm on Chapter 147, and I have sixty chapters to go before I run out of chapters and have to wait pitifully for more chapters. So far, I actually like this one better than Debut or Die -- I just find the main character... funnier. Quirkier. He's got a very obvious and distinctive personality. We certainly start off slower, but his dynamics with the rest of his idol group are such that I have two chapters saved in my tabs because he's ridiculous. Again, this can't really be a fair comparison since I haven't fully read Debut or Die or this novel, but.... well. There you go.

Now, I'm going into stories that I've recommended before. If you want a character that is the diametric opposite of Kim Soleum, then you've got What's Wrong With Seeking Death? This one is about a girl who transmigrates in to become the villain character of a horror/romance novel... except she misunderstands the system instruction of "seeking death" (AKA doing brainless villainess things to fl/ml) as "performing suicidal actions" -- which she has no problem doing, because she is incapable of feeling fear. So she ends up repeatedly charging into death game scenarios, because, well, as far as she can tell, that's what her system is asking of her!

By the same author is Urban Demolition Office, which is about a girl who falls into death game/horror story scenarios and fucking bluffs her way out. This story also has multiple agencies that deals with anomalies -- and this girl lies her way out of situations by pretending to be from the Urban Demolition Office, AKA a name she just fucking made up because she's full of audacity.

Anyway! I hope you like at least one of these!

[gwaciechang]

The Way Below

Trying to get back into writing things, and Lewis Pullman's cowboy seemed to be a great place to start despite never having seen more than snippets of the source material. No smut in this one, but oh boy, reader and Rhett are going to spend all of the next one together and alone. Anything could happen!

Please be warned, this is a horror story and will deal with themes of bullying, suicide, and infanticide. If you're familiar with the SCP Foundation (specifically the Class of '76 canon), you'll have a good idea of what's happening. There will also be themes of child death unrelated to the SCP, so tread with caution!

Warnings in this chapter: Reader witnesses a moment that violates the laws of physics, and while it startles them, the moment is more strange than scary.

And while I don't consider this a warning, I want to disclose anyway: Reader is introduced with a name, but it's a very brief moment, and the name is never brought up again. Reader is also briefly gendered (sort of).

The look the man at the front desk gives you is anything but friendly. Still, without a working cell phone, you have no other choice. Your GPS isn’t working, you wouldn’t be able to read a paper map even if you had one, and the back right tire of your rental car’s blown out. Probably because the roads in this town haven’t been paved over since the Carter presidency, rest in peace.

“Is Sheriff Joy Hawk here?” you offer him your most winning smile.

“Can I help you?” a long-haired woman with a badge and a cowboy hat walks up to you.

“Agent Cameron Liang,” you offer your firmest handshake. “The local office received reports of people going missing around here, and they want me to see if there’s a case for more FBI involvement or not.”

“I figured it was something like that,” despite her words, Sheriff Hawk’s eyes are more friendly than condescending. “Most people here don’t dress like they work at a bank.”

You laugh a little. “I wanted to get to my cabin before it gets too dark to drive, and between the airport and the car rental office, well…” you gesture to your pastel pink pantsuit to acknowledge how ridiculous you must look in comparison to the woman in law enforcement brown in front of you, or the front desk clerk in a gray Class of ‘76 T-shirt.

“So what’s the hold-up?”

You feel your blush go halfway down your chest as you look down to where you’re scuffing your shoes. “I’ve never changed a flat tire before,” you mutter.

The corner of the sheriff’s mouth twitches up. “Are you serious?”

You shrug. “I’ve never had to.” And unfortunately, you doubt Triple A sends trucks out this far.

Sheriff Hawk gestures for you to follow her inside, so you do, all the way into her office. She immediately moves to block your view of a photograph on her desk, but as she grabs a toolbox and a set of keys, you catch a glimpse of it anyway– it’s the sheriff leaning her head against the shoulder of a woman also wearing a gray Class of ‘76 T-shirt, both of whom are looking adoringly at a young girl between them.

The keys turn out to be for a holding cell, all the way in the back. Inside is a single bench, on top of which a thin man is sleeping, curled up and using his arm as a pillow. There’s something…odd about the way he sleeps, in a way you can’t quite place until you get close enough to see that he’s actually partially phased into the bench and the wall.

You curse and turn to Sheriff Hawk, who’s calmly putting the key in as if she sees sights like this every day. The man on the bench starts awake at the noise, and flies up toward the ceiling before starting to phase through that too.

“Rhett Abbott, stop dicking around,” is all Sheriff Hawk says.

Rhett crashes to the ground with a sound that makes you wince. He sits up anyway, slowly and stiffly, and says, “I thought you weren’t letting me out until my dad gets here.” His eyes, both blackened, dart between you and the sheriff, as if expecting to see said father materialize behind one of you any second.

“You get an early release for good behavior,” Sheriff Hawk says before handing him the toolbox. “Help this lady change her tire and get to her cabin, Rhett, and we’ll pretend you didn’t get drunk enough to try and fight all the Tillerson boys by yourself last night.”

“Yes ma’am,” Rhett presses a hand to his side as he gets up, and he tries to bite back his little gasps and hisses until you both step outside. When the bright sunlight hits his face, he instinctively covers his face against the bright sunlight hitting his face, only to curl back up on himself with a whimper.

You stand next to him so your shadow shields his eyes, wrap one arm around his ribs for support, and take the toolbox from his hand. “I have some water in my trunk,” you offer. “You should drink it while you teach me how to change my tire.”

“Oh, no, ma’am, or um, sir, I can-”

Whatever he was about to say is interrupted by a tall blond man deliberately walking into him. Rhett gets knocked off-balance, and when he’s unable to catch himself on his bad shoulder, you just barely manage to keep him from hitting the pavement.

The action puts you between Rhett and the blond man, which is exactly how you like it.

The blond man clearly disagrees. “Not man enough to change a tire on your own, Abbott?”

“Learning new skills as an adult is how you improve yourself,” you retort, “something you clearly don’t know anything about.”

The tall blond walks toward you until his chest would be pressing against yours, if Rhett Abbott weren’t currently trying his best to force his way in front of you.

“Do you know who you’re talking to, little lady?” he sneers. To Rhett, he adds, “What kind of pussy lets his girlfriend lose his fights for him?”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” you pull out your badge before the brunet could say anything. “Try to start a fight with me, and the only thing you’ll win is an assault charge. And I can promise you, no matter how much money you or your family have, it’s a drop in the bucket compared to the budge of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.”

The blond takes one step back, then another, then another, until he finally books it around you and down the sidewalk.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Rhett says once the blond has left. “Trevor Tillerson’s gonna tell everyone that you were seen with me, and people here will be even more reluctant to answer your questions.”

Tillerson, huh? “I don’t like bullies,” you say quietly, “and there’s no other word for someone who thinks at least three to one is a fair fight.”

Rhett gives you an odd look. “How did you know there were three of them?”

“I didn’t; I said ‘at least three,’” you nod toward the police station. “Sheriff Hawk said you tried to fight, and I quote, ‘all the Tillerson boys by yourself.’ If there was just one, she wouldn’t have said ‘boys,’ and if there were two, she would’ve said ‘both Tillerson boys.’ She said ‘all the Tillerson boys,’ meaning there were at least three.”

Rhett chuckles. “I can see why you’re a federal agent.”

You look down, hoping he doesn’t notice the blush. “I’m still on my probationary period.”

“Well, it won’t be for long,” he says firmly. “They’d be stupid if they let go of a brain like yours.”

You snort, but don’t say anything explicitly derogatory about your workplace as you open the trunk to take out the spare tire and grab a bottle of water. The water is easy, but the tire is significantly harder, and you give up after you cut the back of your hand along the exact wrong edge of a box of saran wrap. You’re also not sure where your aspirin is in all the mess, but you suppose it’d be a bad idea to give someone with unknown injuries aspirin anyway.

“Here,” you say, holding out the bottle. “And you wouldn’t happen to know where I could find a spare tire, would you?”

He reaches down and pulls up a panel off the bottom of the van that you swear wasn’t there before, but instead of the water bottle, he reaches for the toolbox from your other hand.

Even though you tighten your grip, and you’re pretty sure Rhett’s got broken ribs that should prevent him from exerting enough pressure to actually take the toolbox from you, he manages to get it.

“You’re stronger than I thought,” you mutter, not entirely under your breath because you know it would make him smile, and you want to see that.

Still, when he kneels down in front of the flat, he holds his side and hisses, so you put your hand on top of the toolbox. This time, the look he gives you is almost angry.

“I can do it,” he says, obstinate.

This is going to require a delicate touch, so you keep your voice calm and steady. “You know that parable about teaching a man to fish? I’d feel a lot safer here if I could keep my car running.”

Rhett calms down at this, giving you a nod of acknowledgement. While he puts up a valiant effort, he can’t actually maintain the amount of physical exertion required, so it’s you who does the majority of the physical work. By the end, your muscles are water, and there’s grease all over your suit. But there’s also an impressed spark in Rhett’s eyes that almost makes it worth the unpleasant way the sweat makes your undershirt stick to your skin.

“I’m going to give this back,” you say, gesturing to the toolbox, but you don’t actually make a motion to get up. Just a second.

Rhett stands up first, offering you a hand. It has to hurt, but he picks you up like you’re nothing, and once you’re upright, it’s easier to stay that way. For a second, you just stare at each other. But it’s only a second, and then you’re reminded that you probably stink to high heaven, and it would behoove you to return the nice sheriff’s toolbox and set up in the cabin so you can take a shower.

The air conditioning inside feels heavenly on your skin, and you almost don’t want to hand the box over, because it means you have to go back outside.

You flush when Sheriff Hawk frowns at how sweaty you look. “Did he do any work at all? I let him out for the weekend so he could help you.”

“He did,” you hope you don’t sound as out-of-breath as you feel. “Wait, for the weekend?”

Sheriff Hawk rolls her eyes. “The family’s out of town investigating the disappearance of a family member. Rhett would’ve gone too, but he had a bull-riding competition. Royal offered to come get him after, but I already called and told him not to bother.”

Your pulse quickens. “You think there’s something serious here, with all the disappearances?”

Sheriff Hawk shrugs. “Even if there isn’t, if all we need is a sign telling tourists that a washed-out ravine somewhere is off-limits, I’d rather know so we can put up the sign.”

“She’s also up for re-election this year,” says the man with the Class of ‘76 shirt. “Closing a case will look really good for her, given everything.”

Sheriff Hawk’s face falls. She meets your eyes, but her gaze is filled with apprehension.

“Well,” you hate it when people are sad, “I can’t imagine a better person for the position.” You twist your arm so the pink, purple, and blue flag cufflinks are visible as you hand the toolbox over.

Sheriff Hawk smiles a little when she sees them.

“You have a beautiful family, Sheriff.”

Her smile gets wider. “Thank you.”

You stand up straighter and nod. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you out, ma’am.” You’re going to need all the allies you can get here, especially after Trevor Tillerson goes home and tells his relatives about what you did today.

Rhett is standing by your trunk when you walk back out, first aid kit in hand.

“If there’s nothing urgent, I’d rather we wait until we get back to my cabin to check you over,” you say as kindly as you can. “I don’t want people getting the wrong idea about you taking your shirt off in front of me, on the street or in my car.”

“Actually I want to look at your hand,” he takes the hand you’d honestly forgotten you’d cut on the edge of one of the boxes. “I know you want to be independent and do things for yourself, and I respect that. Really, I do. But the way you did it while you were bleeding doesn’t sit right with me, so I’d like to fix that,” he shakes the first aid kit. “If you’ll let me,” he adds.

There’s something endearing about the way he should tower over you, but he’s bent his head down so far in shyness that you’re more or less eye-to-eye. Almost against your will, you find yourself flipping your hand over so he can examine it. His touch is so careful and light, even when he dabs the disinfectant on the shallow cut, it barely even stings.

“You have to let me return the favour then, and look you over,” you find yourself saying.

Somehow, Rhett looks even more endearing when he blushes. “You want me to go to your cabin with you?”

God help you. “Yes, I do.”

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Meri Wojciechowski - SCP 166

Meri currently works as cleanup/recovery for environments that have been damaged or otherwise polluted by Foundation intervention. While she's technically covering up their involvement, she takes the opportunity to study native flora and restore any area to its prime, growing back plants stronger than before and cleaning water to a livable standard for the native fauna. There are even protocols for moving manmade objects out of an area she's meant to cover.

Since it's getting closer to that time of year, I find that a lot of people still frequently confuse white tailed deer with reindeer/caribou. This is not me nitpicking about what's stated in the SCP article, and people can draw what they like! I just want to see reindeer more widely known as well, since they're beautifully unique in comparison.

Reindeer eyes change color throughout warmer and colder seasons from gold to blue to compensate for the differing light levels, their hooves have a wider spread to act as snowshoes, and they're extremely fluffy, being the only deer to have a completely furred snout structured so that they retain moisture even in cold, dry environments, so you're unable to see their breath in the cold like people. That's not even the end of the list of interesting things they can do.

I recommend the Cairngorm Reindeer Herd if you want references (and cute pictures) of reindeer! It would be genuinely amazing to see more actual reindeer Meri's exploring the neat features of these underrated creatures.

Bonus note: Reindeer calves (reindeer utilize the same male/female references as bovines, being bulls and cows respectively) do NOT possess the same spots as a juvenile white deer. Please observe: the adorable little Svalbard reindeer calf, the smallest reindeer species in the world.