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Hey does anyone know where you can submit an SCP? I just had an amazing idea for a salad bowl

I don't watch Murder Drones, but your SCP/Murder Drones crossover intrigues me. Elaborate. *Strokes my very fancy beard fancily*

SCP Murder Drones AU Crossover!

So, I've been wanting to talk about this for a LONG while. However school needed to be done at the time. But now that I'm done with High-School I can now put my focus on other projects! So let me explain.

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It all started with the company JCJenson (In SPAAAACEE!), a company set on mining exoplanets for their resources, with the help of Worker Drones. The Worker Drones worked under the humans for their parent company. Of course, the SCP Foundation had gotten wind of the company and had decided to partner alongside the company before any other anomalous organization did. The SCP foundation offered JCJenson protection from anomalous space threats and some of their anomalous robotics research. In return, JCJenson would offer the foundation some of their unoccupied exoplanets for containment and research preposes and some of their Worker Drones to help around the foundation. Ever since then, the foundation has been able to make trips through space and were able to further their research while JCJenson continued as normal. That is, until one of the exoplanets that the foundation occupied, Anomalous 322 had an Exoplanet wide containment breach on the Anomalous 322. This exoplanet wide containment breach had caused almost all human life to be wiped off the exoplanet, some say the remaining humans underground were turned into zombies by scp-008 in the more deeper underground labs of tbe buildings they had built on Anomalous 322. leaving on the Worker Drones and scps on the exoplanet to roam free with both sides have agreed to live in peace, making sure no word of their freedom was brought back to the foundation.

However, under unknown reasons, a message was sent back to the 05 council about what had happened on Anomalous 322. The person or thing that sent the message was unknown, but what the Foundation did know, was that they needed to send a team of MTF Beta-7 and MTF Gamma-4 to go deal with the exoplanet wide breach. Unfortunately, once the teams had reached the planet not two days later, the Foundation had lost contact with the teams. Thinking of other options to deal with the matter, the 05 Council were debating about sending MTF Last Hope to deal with the matter, until they had received a message from their partners, JCJenson about the matter. JCJenson had told the Foundation about a similar situation with one of their exoplanets Copper 9, and suggested that they offer to send them blueprint for their new latest "special" kind of Drones.

Disassembly Drones. The foundation happily excepted, wishing them luck with their own exoplanet fiasco, and the foundation got to work. During tge middle of planing and creation of the new team of Disassembly Drones, who would be However, one of the members of the project team to create these Disassembly drones suggested they put their own little twist on the Disassembly Drones. If it was anomalous that they would also be dealing with, they would need more than just disassembly to be required on the matter. They also required containment. So they began some experiments with the Drones, until one idea was thrown amongst the foundation to use the minds and abilities of a few of their SCPs to help deal with the breach on the exoplanet. At first denied by the Ethics committee, it wasn't approved until a sudden change in goal among the 05 council was discussed. The concuil concluded that a team of scps would be selected to have their minds and powers placed into the new Disassembly Drones, which now renamed Containment Drones. The team would be known as MTF Disassembly Require. The three scps that were selected were scp-682, scp-076, scp-054, scp-079, and scp-049. These three chosen scps would be sent out to exoplanet Anomalous 322 and recontain the breached anomalies. . .

They were supposed to recontain them

...

But now... They have been given a whole new objective.

-New objective Downloading. . .

-Disassemble all life: ^Code:05-3_

THAT'S SUPER AWSOME!!! 🤩😁😎👌

Nice work!

I made some scp art for my fellow scp artists:

@pudimbot, @purplelordscp035j, @doctorjayboi, @itstanzaniteuniverse, @moonlightguardianmoon.

Sorry if I haven’t included anyone else, there was not enough space.

- Sigrid

BRO NAME ONE PERSON WHO WOULDN'T SIMP FOR THIS MAN! BECAUSE I CERTAINLY DO! AND I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT!

Go on, I’ll wait.

Assassin's creed Lost in Modern Ages

Crossover (SCP Foundation)

September 13, 1478 Venice

It was a cool night in Venice many of the citizens have all retired to their beds after a long day. The streets were empty, with so few wandering the streets, drunks from inns, and thieves that hid in the shadows, while a handful of guards patrolled from the roofs then streets, on the night shift. However, one peculiar plague doctor seemed to be the only current occupant to roam the torch-lit streets of Venice with a cane in hand and his trusty medical bag in the other. After a long day of working to perfect his cure, he decided to find a place of rest, as much as it pained him, eventually, sooner or later, even his own body and mind needed to rest. Besides his work will still be there when he wakes.

His walk was quite peace full, as Venice had nice weather this time of year. The cooling calm winds and... the sound of running footsteps? The doctor heard what sounded like running leather boots clicking against tile roofing. The Doctor looked up to the roofs of the Venice buildings, but saw nothing, only hearing the sounds of the roof tiles clanking.

The sound grew closer as the Doctor stepped carefully along the dim-lit streets, keeping an ear to the sounds of clanking tiles, eventually stepping back a little close by a nearby alleyway entrance, not even realizing that his back was to it. That is until he heard something fall from the roofs above it. Swiftly turning his full body around, he saw someone in hooded robing falling from above the alleyway. This fall was... Quite the systematic one. First, the figure hit his side against a wooden railing of a someone's balcony- "broken rib" -then went falling stomach first onto a metal pole- "lost of oxygen and abdomen damage"- then finally lands back first into the side of a hay cart, no doubt damaging his center spine and the side of the cart that's side was smashed into bits by the figure's fall.

The figure in question groaned loudly in pain as he laid still, trying to regain breath. The Doctor slowly walked over to the figure, leaning down over him to try and get a better look at the damages. It seems this man had already gone through hell before the troublesome fall.

Not only was he pretty sure this man had a damaged spine, cracked rib- well rib(s) now that he has a better look at him. Two arrows lodged into his right shoulder and one in his left outer thigh, a large gash on the right side of his torso, (from a sword no doubt from the size) and to make this matter worse for the man, (at least what the doctor could tell from the visible lower facial features from his hood), his ankle looks like it's seen better days than this. How does he know this? Well, it doesn't take a medical degree to know that ankles... don't normally bend that way for a human.

His ankle probably was what caused the man to fall from the roof, to begin with now that he thinks about it. The Doctor tilted his head curiously at the fallen man, if anyone else was there to see it the man would look more bird-like in comparison. The man's chest was still rising and falling, indicating that he was still alive, which surprised the doctor greatly. Especially after whatever this man had just gone through, including the three-story fall from the rooftops and the harsh landing... By all logic this man should probably be dead by now from the fall... but no. He was still holding on by a thread, but only a thread.

There was something odd about this man. This man seemed to be one of the few handfuls of people who didn't carry the pestilence... but there was something else there... something he couldn't quite place... he had sensed this once before, in another patient once before... something within him... Something ancient. He also looked rather familiar to the doctor, but he wasn't sure as to why.

So many questions.

The doctor decided to take his doctor's stick and try to use it to gently wake the man from his coma. With a gentle poke to the man's hip, hoping that it was the least damaged spot on the poor soul. The man began to steer, as he moaned in pain. The plague doctor backed away slightly to give the man in the hood some space.

Ezio tried to sit up but was hit with both dizziness and nauseousness almost rejecting his launch right then and there. He quickly laid back down with pain stinging with his every movement. He dared not move, for everything felt like it was getting stapped at.

Plague Doctor(049): (in Italian) ah, sei una veglia ora. Are you alright? That was quite the nasty fall you had.

Ezio slowly began to open his eyes for the first time since the fall, as he turned his head slightly towards the sound of the voice that was speaking to him. He would have jumped if he wasn't in so much pain, but he quickly relaxed when he realized that it was just one of the many doctors around Venice.

Ezio: (in his head) (What conveyance. It's not Leonardo conveyance, but it will have to do... wait... did this doctor... not know who I am?) Ugh... do-

Ezio tried to speak but was quickly interrupted by the sounds of shouting guards. This quickly grabbed the plague doctor's attention, as he swiftly turned his beak'd face in the direction from where the yelling was coming from. There he saw four armed guards coming this way, yelling in Italian; "Assassino! Find him! Find the Assassino!".

... so that's why he looked so familiar. The fallen man that was laying in pain before him was the infamous, "Assassino" he's heard so much gossip and talk over, the hooded face of every wanted poster in Venice if not all of Italy. The injuries and arrows logged in his body like a pincushion was starting to make more sense now. He must have been running from the local guards but ended up getting overpowered by them, and no doubt from the rooftops to make the matter worse for the assassin.

Ezio could hear the guards shouting for him. He tried to inch his way into the haybale that was so close to him, but the pain was incredibly unbearable for him to even move. He knew how this story was gonna go, the doctor will surely recognize him now, call the guards over to them, the guards would arrest Ezio, and he'll end up in a deep pit of trouble for this. And right before his latest assassination too. Maybe he can try and convince the doctor to aid him?

Ezio: (in Italian) Signore-! *grunts and heavy breaths* per favore... help me... hide me from the guards- *grunts* I need a doctor.

The doctor thought for a moment. The man didn't have the pestilence, but he definitely, needed a doctor to aid him. Famous wanted assassin or not, he still needed the help of a medical professional. And who better qualified a doctor than the plague doctor himself?

The plague doctor nodded, putting his cane and medical bag aside against the alleyway wall, as he carefully and swiftly grabbed Ezio from under his armpits and dragged him into the large haystack pile from the broken cart. Making sure to hide every inch of his body in it, while making sure not to aggravate his injuries any further.

Once the task was done, he grabbed his cane and bag just in time, as he saw the guards rush up to him. Their weapons were drawn in his direction, nearly inches away from his body. Unfazed by this action, the plague doctor began to speak calmly to them.

Plague doctor: (Italian) Greetings gentleman. How may I help you?

Gaurd 1: Have you seen the Assassino?

Gaurd 2: we saw the bastardo run this way and then fall through here!

Guard 3: you better not be hiding him somewhere!

Gaurd 4: calm yourself fool! Now tell us where he is!?

Plague Doctor: Hm... Well I do believe I saw him crash right here *lightly gestures to the broken cart* and then limp his way, down the end of this street, *faces his head to the right* then made a sharp left at the end of those housings over there. *points to a far distance corner* His condition is poor, he shouldn't be too hard to find.

Guard 4: Heh! He better!

Gaurd 2: We made sure the assassino couldn't run for long.

Gaurd 1: good thinking with spraining his ankle!

Gaurd 3: of course! And with the fall he took, he certainly can not run long.

Plague doctor: clearly.

Guard 1: Scusi?

Plague doctor: will that be all from you gentlemen?

Gaurd 3: ... You better not be trying to trick us you- *raises his rapier at the doctor*

Guard 4: *pushes Gaurd 3's rapier down* easy there, we got the information we wanted. Besides... there's something... *gestures for all the guards to lean in together* *whispers* There's something rather... uncanny about this doctor...

They all looked over at the plague doctor, as he stared right back at them. The plague doctor's grey-blue eyes holding the gaurds stiffly in place.

Plague Doctor: ...

Gaurd 3: ...

Gaurd 4: . . .

Gaurd 2: ...

Gaurd 1: . . . Uhm- *clears throat* right then, uh- thank you signore, that will be all. Have a safe night.

They take their leave down the street glancing back at the doctor every now and then, as the plague doctor stood silently in place, watching them intently as they walked away. Once far enough they soon continued to speed down the street after the assassin.

The doctor sighed, as he began to gently retrieve Ezio out from under the haystack. Laying him upright against the wall.

Plague doctor: are you all right?

Ezio: *hisses in pain* still in pain, but great full. Grazie dottore, I would have been killed or tortured if not for you.

Plague Doctor: of course. Is that not what doctors are for? To aid the sick and dying. Though I suppose in your case, were rather close to.

Ezio: *chuckles bitterly* *pulls his hood down* That bad is it?

Plague Doctor: could be worse my boy.

The Assassino was rather... young. Maybe in his late 20s, from his rather young apreance now that the doctor has a more closer look at him.

Plague Doctor: You might want to loose some of your armor if I am to aid you more effectively.

Ezio: of course. *starts to remove only his more heavier armor leaving his assassin robes and shoulder pads*

Plague Doctor: *goes through his medical bag and starts shuffling through it* Rather young to be living such a thrill seaking life don't you think?

Ezio: *shrugs* not like I had a choice... why did you not turn me in?

Plague Doctor: *pauses* hm?

Ezio: when the gaurds were yelling for me... why didn't you turn me in? Would it not been the safer option? After all, I am the infamous assassino of Italy. A wanted criminal. A killer.

Plague Doctor: ... why like I said before. A doctor's job is to help the people in need from whatever it is that they are suffering from. That includes those who aren't exactly, perfect angels.

Ezio: *chuckles* that's how it goes.

The plague doctor began pulling out what he needed from his medical bag, and began working on Ezio's ankle first. Slowly and carefully the Plague Doctor removed Ezio's leather boot off and started to Lightly touch the twisted ankle to assess the damage done to it. Ezio flinched and hissed at the lightest pressure applied to it.

Well this means the boy might not like what the doctor has to do to fix this...

Plague Doctor: *looks at Ezio with a serious look* you might want to bite down on something.

Ezio: . . . *nods* *takes off his lone glove and puts it in his mouth* *muffled* ready.

Plague Doctor: *nods* just one little readjustment and- *quickly shifts the ankle back into place*

Ezio: *muffled yell* AAAH! *hisses and tears up a bit* . . . Ow...

Plague Doctor: there we are. * pulls out some lavender sented paste and rubbed some of it onto the ankle before carefully wrapping up the ankle* The worst of it has been taken care of. The rest should come easy.

Ezio: *groans* *muffled* glade to hear...

The Plague Doctor began to work his way up from the ankle to the other injuries. He began removing the arrow from his outer thigh and patching up the wound, next he sowed up the large gash on his torso side, then got to the other two arrows stuck in his shoulder.

The assassin was lucky that his armor kept the arrows from piercing his skin any deeper. The plague doctor then took care of what he could from the outside for the ribs and back before finally bandaging the rest of his ribs in place.

Plague Doctor: there we go. With out the aid of surgery, I'm afraid all I can offer is out of body treatment for the broken ribs and back. However some simple rest should help heal both with time-

Ezio: *muffled* No! *takes the glove out his mouth and puts it back on* I have important business to take care of tomorrow, that requires me to be in top physical shape. I can not wait that long for me to make a full recovery.

Plague Doctor: hmm... There is... maybe something I could do that might be able to boost your body's recovery time... However, it is experimental and I have yet to find a suitable subject who's willing to test it and showed me any useful results other than... the usual results.

Ezio: hm... we'll I guess you're in luck Doctor. *slowly sits up a bit* I'll be willing to test it.

Plague Doctor: *perks up a bit* really? Your more then willing to test my new concoction?

Ezio: Sì. If it means I'm healed up quicker, then I'm more then willing. For much is at stake tomorrow.

Plague Doctor: Marvelous! I'll prepare it at once!

Ezio: Bene, the sooner I can move again the sooner I can get back to what I need to do.

Plague Doctor: of course, my boy! *begins to excitedly shuffle through his bag for everything that he needed*

The plague doctor pulled out two glass vials and a syringe. one of the viles was full of a mysterious black liquid substince and the other seemed to be half full with some kind of red liquid with a light shimmer to it. Ezio watched intently as the plague doctor stuck the needle into the vile with the back substince, filling it up only half way, before moving onto the other vile and only taking a small quarter of the red shimmery liquid.

The plague doctor then turned over to Ezio.

Plague Doctor: I will need a bit of your blood inorder for this to work.

Ezio: *nods* do what you must, Doctor.

Plague Doctor: *nods* lend me your arm.

Ezio: *lifts up his arm to the Plague Doctor*

Plague Doctor: You'll only feel a small pinch. *carefully sticks the syringe into the inside of Ezio's elbow*

The doctors fills the rest of the syringe with Ezio's blood as he takes the needle out and let's the three liquids mix together, creating a more shimmery lighter black liquid color.

Ezio: *puts his arm back up for the Doctor*

Plague Doctor: *chuckles* I appreciate the dedication, but that won't be necessary.

Ezio: huh? *confused*

Plague Doctor: inorder for this to have any possible chances of succeeding. The injection must be inserted into you back, specifically the spinal cord.

Ezio: I see... *takes a deep breath in and out* ... *carefully moves towards the plague doctor and turns around*

Ezio lifted up the back of his robes revenge his bare, scarred, back, sitting up as straight as he could.

Ezio: ready.

Plague Doctor: Bene. *takes the syringe and carefully injects the liquid in Ezio's upper spine, just under the neck joint and right on one of Ezio's nerve line*

Ezio: Gah!

Ezio would have flinch but for a moment he couldn't move, it wasn't untill the syringe was removed that Ezio regained his ability to move again.

Plague Doctor: *starts to quickly put away his things and pulls out a leather-bound journal* Do you mind if I write down the effects that this new cure has on you?

Ezio: Effects?

Plague Doctor: Of course, after all I did say this concoction was new. So, how do you feel?

Ezio: hm... we'll I feel fine-

Ezio was cut off, as he begain to feel strange. The injected area of his spinal nerves felt like they were on fire, slowly traveling down his back into the rest of his bones. Ezio grit his teeth, but even them, his teeth left like they were set a flame.

Ezio: Grr- but now I feel like my whole skeleton is on fire!

The Doctor quickly jotted down Ezio's sudden reaction in his leather-bound journal. Careful observing the effects the liquid mix has on Ezio.

The burning felt like it was getting worse as Ezio did his best to keep silent less the gaurds hear him and come back for them. Ezio's body suddenly started to shake like it was cold, even though his body felt like it was lit a blaze.

The Plague Doctor could only watch and observe. Already he didn't seem pleased with the effects.

Plague Doctor: ... (oh no. It seems the results will be the same again with this one. First the burning feeling in the bones, the uncontrollable chill like shaking-)

Ezio: *quickly breathing*

Plague Doctor: (quick and short breaths... then-)

Ezio: *breathing slows down before slowly starting slouch back*

Ezio's body stopped shaking and began to slouch against the alleyway wall, unmoving.

Plague Doctor: ... hm? usually they vomit the sryum out before passing... *sighs* *closes his journal* it would seem this one was nothing more, but a repeated reaction as the other specimens. Though I suppose the, not vomiting, was somewhat of a change... a poor young soul... though his passing was not left in vain, for it was for the good o-

Ezio: *groans* uh... *sits up fully and rubs the back of his neck*

Plague Doctor: *perks up in surprise* . . . mon Dieu... he's alive?

Ezio: *stretches* Uhg... did... did the medicine work?

Plague Doctor: *slowly stands up grabing his Doctor's cane and offers it to Ezio* only one way to find out my boy.

Ezio: ... *slowly reaches to take the plague doctor's cane*

Using the cane as leverage, Ezio pulled himself up using the Plague Doctor's cane and letting his hurt ankle take the first step on solid ground. Ezio winced for a moment expecting to feel pain, but the pain never came. Ezio straightened his posture as he handed the cane back to the plague doctor.

Ezio took a few small steps in place and began rolling some of his joints around, testing them, hardly believing what had just happened.

Plague Doctor: *smirks (if he visbly could)* Now, how do you feel?

Ezio: I feel... I feel... *unsheaths his sword and begins lightly spinning it around with his wrist motion only*

Ezio then proceeded to practice swing the blade at the air, before flinging it into the air, almost like the blade weighed nothing to him at all. Ezio almost with sharp pursition, catching it with just his his index and middle finger like it was a throwing knife.

Ezio: I feel like a whole new assassino! *chuckles* *re-sheaths his sword*

Plague Doctor: The boost effects of my cure seem to have kicked in rather quickly. *opens his journal again and starts writing things down* You have truly impressed me assassino.

Ezio: please, call me Ezio. You have earned my trust Doctor on this one. I can not thank you enough for this- cure. You call it? That you have given me. The boost effects are greatly impressive.

Plague Doctor: of course, Ezio. *puts his journal back into his medical bag* For my cure, is most effective.

Ezio: effective indeed. *flexes his hand joints* ...

Ezio starts shuffling through his pouch, pulling out a small pouch handing it over to the Plague Doctor. The Doctor took the small pouch, opening it to reveal a good amount of Florins with in the pouch. The doctor looked at Ezio with confusion, as he tilted his head.

Ezio couldn't help but compare the doctor's current look to a that of a crow. The plague Doctor then handed the money back into Ezio's gloved hand.

Plague Doctor: This is quite the portion of Florins. I could not except this I-

Ezio: I insist. For everything that you have done for me this day, for not just saving my life, but the many lives of Venice. You've earned this.

Plague Doctor: you testing my sryum was more than enough of a thank you.

Ezio: *sighs and put the Florins back on his pouch* Then my I at least walk you to your place of residency? Ro make sure you get home safe?

Plague Doctor: that will not be necessary. For I haven't settled in one spot for a very, long time.

Ezio: you travel?

Plague Doctor: indeed. For I have traveled over many places in Eroup, to eradicate a deadly disease, better known as, the pestilence.

Ezio: (does he mean the bubonic plague?) Hm... well if that is the case, then my I at least settle you to an inn? I know one of good quality that I stay in every now and then.

Plague Doctor: sí, I would appreciate that very much, thank you.

Ezio: it is no trouble doctor.

Ezio escorted the plague doctor to one of the Inns in Venice. Letting the inn keeper know that the plague doctor would be staying and to treat the man well.

Inn keeper: of course, Assassino! After saving my business, I'd be more then happy to aid you I anyway I can!

Ezio: Bene, Grazie! Take good care of this man while he is here. *pats the plague doctor's shoulder* you will be in good hands here doctor.

Plague Doctor: Grazie, assassin. I hope our paths my cross again in the future.

Ezio: as do I.

The inn keeper hands the plague doctor the keys to his room where he'll be staying in. The two begin walking towards the stair case when Ezio stops them for a moment.

Ezio: oh uh, one last thing before I take off.

Plague Doctor: what is it, Ezio?

Ezio: got any poison? I've been meaning to restock but, got turned around a bit, as you probably know why. *scratches the back of his head*

Plague Doctor: *nods* of course. *shuffles through his back and pulls out a small bottle of poison* will this suffice?

Ezio: Bene! Thank you. *takes the poison and stores it away* are you sure you don't need any flo-

Plague Doctor: *waves his hand a bit dismissively* no need my boy, as I had said before that you testing my latest cure was good enough of a thank you.

Ezio: very well then. I wish you safe travels Doctor.

Plague Doctor: and I wish you luck as well, Ezio.

Ezio: *smiles and waves goodbye before heading out of the Inn*

The plague doctor begins walking up the stairs to find his room in the Inn. Once the plague doctor finds and unlocks his room door, he opens it and walks into the room. He began setting his things down when he noticed something sparkling from his windowsill from the corner of his eye. He turned and walked over to get a better look at what it could be. He was then met with what looked to be a small leather pouch full of Florins inside as well as a note on top of it. The Doctor picked up the pouch with one hand then took out the Note from the pouch to read it.

It read as follows.

To the doctor, thank you for the service you have done for me this night. You have saved many more lives then just mine. I hope these Florins help you well enough on your journey.

From, Ezio.

The doctor snorts a bit. A stubborn boy. He thinks to himself. Something told the doctor that the assassin would be just fine on his own journey. He took a glance around to see Ezio was still somewhere around, but saw no one along the empty streets. Seeing as finding the assassin to bring the money back would be a fruitless task. He is most likely hiding no doubt, because the plague doctor could still sense a familiar presence somewhere close by. With the shake of the head the doctor went to go put the given Florins into his medical bag, then walked back to the window to close it shut.

Ezio watched as the plague doctor closed his room window, smiling as he went off to Leonardo's place to rest for the night. He had a big day tomorrow, and he had one heck of a story to tell Leonardo in the morning at breakfast.

Welp! I hope you enjoyed this mini crossover of Assassin Creed and The SCP foundation! I have actually been proofing and rewriting it for some time now, I do hope you guys enjoyed it!

Stay safe and see you in the next post! 👋 🌙

Don't tell Scp 049

Day 3

035, 106, 076, and 079 have found themselves in the foundation gym, they decided to mess around with the equipment out of boredom. 076 however thought it would be fun to see who could run 3 miles in just under 10 minutes. The mask willing to take Able up on that offer went first. 079 was keeping track of both miles passed and time.

035: *using an exercises bike* *out of breath* Where we at?

079: *has appeared in one of the gym T.Vs* *beeps* 0.7 miles. Time 1.45 minutes.

076: *groans* speed up faster mask! You'll never make it!

106: Ya come on! I thought you said you could make your host run as a fast as you want?

035: well I'm also decaying at the same time now aren't I!!!

076: *pulls out a megaphone amd puts it close to the mask's ear* three mile mask! Three miles Mask!

079: *beeps* 2 minutes 035.

079: Speed up faster maggot!!!

035: I'M TRYING B@#$!!!

106: *sitting by 035* ... *looks over at 035 with a smug grin on his face* Should we get food? What kind of food do you want-

035: shut up!

106: Oh! What if we-

035: OH GOD STOP TALKING TO MEE!!

106: oh! I have an idea! What if I snuck into the foundation dinning hall and we got some hotdogs?

035: AAAAAAAH!!!

5 minutes in

076: *checks the time on 079* Heh, your actually doing good for a mask. Your actually almost there.

035: *heavy breathing and keeps pedaling faster*

076: your breathing is getting better too.

035: *ignores and keeps going*

106: ... hehe. Hey Able I don't think he heard you- *grabs the megaphone and put it next to 035's ear* 035 your breathing is-

035: *smacks the megaphone away* I WILL F@#$ING KILL YOU!!!

076: *chuckles* Haha!

9 minutes in.

106: *still holding the megaphone* Oasis... Oasis... Oasis...

035: *Getting even more annoyed*

106: ... Oasissss-

079: *beeps* time. Total. *beeps* 9.13 min-

035: F@#$ING @$$HOLE!!!

106: What!? 035 you got 9.13!

035: AAAAH! *headbutts the wall*

4 minutes after.

106: ...

076: *arms crossed*

035: *has a bandage over a crack in the forehead part of his mask* I am sorry. I didn't mean to get mad. The pre-workout got me all hopped up, then there's the stain on 049's room carpet, the 05 councils's expectancies-

106: mhm.

035: the standards are pretty high.

079: *shifts the security camra to behind 035*

There is a midsized hole in the wall that 035 had created with his headbutt.

035: the stress just really got to me. And I'm sorry.

106: it's fine.

035: good, good... alright! *claps his hands together* Able your turn!

076: Heh! I'll show you all how a real warrior runs! *gets on the bike*

1 minute later.

The hole that 035 had made was now a much bigger hole that has breached through the other side of the wall, hitting and knocking out one of the unfortunate researchers stand unknowingly in the line of fire. The back wheel on the exercise bike had completely flew off, as it was unable to handle Able's speed and strength. The alarms blared through the site as the group of anomalies stared at the now massive hole in the wall.

106: ...

076: ...

035: ...

079: ...

076: ... Don't tell the bird-man?

035 and 106: Don't tell doc.

079: *beeps* agreed. *dispears off the monitor*

106: *disappears through the floor*

035: *books it out the door*

076: *jumps out the nearest Window*

Don't tell scp 049

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- SCP 049

-euclid

I've noticed some similarities.

🤨does anyone else remeber loopy lilly? I swear it got weird idk why my parents let me watch it.

🦷🗃️ Scp files 📼🫀

The earlier days of the scp foundation you know..those files we shouldn't know that we know what's really there, what's really behind those things that lurk in the forest blamed upon animals,humans or even the wind or maybe even deja Vu you feel everywhere? When you can't recall a name? That tv show you promise put your parents to sleep and with that weird clown? Maybe even that corgi that you couldn't see the legs of? maybe that deilcious Choco wonder explosion that was always being recalled when you walked into the store? maybe Dr.wondertainment you know him! You've gotten all your toys from him, didn't you?

You know- the scp foundation is trying to fix that horrible deja Vu hallucations even! To fix the sicknesses! The scp lab that researches sicknesses and such, With all those labs your not allowed to be near! you know Incase those sicknesses spread to you more then it already has. It's for your own health it's for everyone's health.

But what's the worst is when you work there knowing all your life all those 'voices' 'those chicken like monsters?' or or your neighbors being tooken in a ice cream truck seen never again those 'hallucations' are real.. even those 'truths' 'sickness' were never real? Now you work with people you were never meant to meet or even see in your normal life those who don't exist or those who 'died' years ago those who hid all from you? Now you hide trues that would destoryed a normal person's mind, now your one of those 'scienctists' 'agents' those that hide truths now you always see people with too many eyes, lifes,tongues or sometimes not even people.

THIS IS A RP STARTER SEND A DM OR ANYTHING!!!<3 I'M QUITE BORED!

I love scp<3 and since I recently got over some health things I wanted to see if I could find a rp parnter for a scp foundation that is back in the days for rp plot and long term rp,

:3 ofc we can talk/discuss the plot! Change it up even! I'M semi knowledgeable about scps(over then just the popular ones!)

so I want to add missions and etc into role-play even little events povs and etc!<3 including lore pictures and etc!

I have knowledge of alot of scps and I DOOO LOVE love so Iove love them!

thought a time travel rp would be fun including characters of the scp variety(cannon and noncannon) would be fun as well the First thing is just a fun little rant for a vibe because I like formatting!!<3

Ofc we can have a more 'Realistic' or more dice kind of rolling chances for things that will happen!<3 for more excitement or just planned before.

cannons + o.c 🫶 is what I'm aimmed for (not in the ship way(ofc o.c x cannon is fine)) for more open world rp !!!<3

Look at my intro for any extra information about me what I'm opening to etc!

-none of my responses will be ai(nothing I will send will be ai) so please don't send anything ai 😔

Send a starter to my dms<3 or a hi or something! Or my comments etc

Dr. Bright’s self harm

They had been worried about Dr. Bright lately, and he never helped the mood. Recently the only thing he had been focusing on was work, and everyone in the foundation knew that Dr. Bright liked everything that was NOT work. So yes, they were concerned. “Hey buddy?” Asked dr. Clef. “Yes? You are asking whatever at a bad time. I’m a little busy, Clef.” Dr. Bright said. *so they were right- something’s up with Dr.Bright.* Clef thought worriedly. That’s when he noticed the bandages on his friend’s arm. He quickly snatched his arm and started to undo the bandages. “Hey! Stop!” Dr. Bright said. *He was panicking, not good.* Clef thought. Dr. Bright tried to get away but clef was clearly stronger. Soon enough, the bandages were gone to reveal a scarred arm, full of clear self-harm cuts. “I can explain? …” After this they gave him proper therapy and treatment for the scars. They made sure to check every day to make sure. Because he was worth it, and always will be.

-Hey everyone, sorry for the depressing story, but it was just an idea. Sorry for not posting either, I was super busy with my grandpa coming over. See you next story, and don’t hurt yourself! (On purpose) :p

please follow me!

WHAT I HAVE DECIDED TO POST

1.) SCP (Just dr. bright angst/fluff cause omg! He is underrated!)

2.) The occasional meme. Just because.

3.) lots of Mha stories, promise.

Please follow, it means SOO much to me!

Hello!A minute if you don't mind it, i'm trying to spread the word about an animation SCps channel themed: Professor Lucius (is the Youtube name of the channel), if you or the followers are interested and want to give it a chance it would be nice! Thank you! Have a nice day! 🌹

Sorry I haven't replied, i don't usually check my asks.

But the channel looks really cool! I'll probably end up watching quite a few episodes because SCP is a cool little sub-genre of sci-fi, but i never have enough time to actually read through the entries, so having audio and visuals is really nice :) check the channel out if you would like, friends!

https://youtube.com/@ProfessorLucius

And may you also have a nice day, fellow SCP fan :)

Dazai and Jack Bright would get along extremely well

Jack: I want to die Dazai: I want to die with a beautiful woman Jack: I can be a beautiful woman Dazai: Jack: Dazai: Jack: Dazai: Would you care to join me in a double suicide?

I promised i will make a post about explaining what the scp fundation is because i think not many people are familiar with it but i mean most people who haves been around the internet enough have heard about it but we can never get the cannon information, can we?

Thats because there isint but kinda is cannon information! The scp fundation is an online wiki where people can upload stories about all kinds of cool creatures they can think of on the wedsite scp-wiki.wikidot.com

The only thing that really ties these stores togeder is the name S. C. P. wich is short for secure contain protect and the sistem that haves been aplied to these creatures based on how much of a danger they are and if corse much more but thats for anouther post lets get into the easy stuff and those are and those are

NEUTARILZED - no longer anomalous

SAFE - easy to contain not gonna kill you

EUCLID - was a bit hard to contain can be a danger just be carefull treat it well and everything will be fine

KETER - will not hasitate to kill you it is a danger and it was hard to contain so if it gets out we are fucked and it can get out of hand

We got the basics down lets get into the unversal lore stuff thats not but at the same time cannon

The scp fundation captures creatures that does not look or act or do anything that is not very fitting for our normal human world and studies them to know how they got to be that way or to just get them away and protect normal people

There are researchers and scientist (two different things wich i didnt knew)

Scientists focus on developing theoretical knowledge, while researchers concentrate on practical applications of knowledge to answer questions or solve problems. (Copied that straight from google yall i dont know the diference eather but they are diferent)

So the scientists gather informations about the scps take tests basicly try and figure them out in any way possible

And there are the personels/solders those two words just basicly mean the same things here its depens really on the person they are the people with the guns who contain the scps keep the staff safe and make sure everything goes in order almost like security guards but a like more cool (people who like the cool swat solder look but dislike the military or for any reason they need something thats similar this is a great option)

And there is the D-class basicly human sarcafise am sorry i cant say it other way they are there to die they help with the experiments for exaple see how an scp would react to humans begin locket up with them all kinds of stuff honesly

I lied to you we arent gonna have sex put your clothes back on now am gonna explain to you what the scp fundation acually is so back in-

one of the reasons I love playing alan wake 2 apart from the amazing story and graphics and design and all is everytime #FBC mentioned I grin like an idiot and think if Jesse and Emily is trying to figure out wtf is happening in bright falls again

This is temporary agent squids

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the blog killing axolotl is one of my favorite things that has ever happened on this website because talking about it afterwards sounds like an inside joke or perhaps a prank. like always be on the lookout for the blog killing axolotl. he can kill your blog. it happened to me once trust me.

Scps will be like

The 8 foot tall man must be kept within a 20 by 20 foot room with walls made of {redacted}

(several lines of black boxes)

He was found in a sunken oil rig at coordinates {data expunged} by our kickass bisexual researcher Dr bligby

Through rigorous testing and the death of 73 "death row inmates" we have found that he is capable of {information taken down under request by the Tennessee preservation of natural guinea pigs organisation}

*jaw dropping metaphor for how institutions are corrupted by greed*

Scp-49 on his way to cure everyone of pestilence.

So they can tell what type of scp’s you can deal with.

Why are job interviews psychological warfare

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Translation:

Oc - I pray you stay, he will kill me!

D- Don't worry, I'll be there soon, I promise

Oc- *fuck doctor please hurry up!!*

Оска соска

I don't even know if I should write her backstory here.

Too long to write

I think this will remain a secret 🤳

Trade!!

Redraaaw

Хз почему это всё не выкладывала

Au mama doc in the orphanage

ehehem comission!!

I join. Jolanda is cool

Right now in the secret laboratory

Дэбилс

Translation:

- we are good guys!

- well fuck