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Don't tell SCP 049
Day 5
Scp 035 was in one of the foundation's lounge rooms, having a pile of different objects next to him, seeming to be putting something together in the center of the room.
035: hm... needs more black paint... *starts going through the pile of stuff*
From the wall behind him a black portal apears and out the portal come scp 106. Half of his body exits the portal as he watches 035 pull out a black spray paint can from the pile and spray paint whatever it is he made.
106: uh... what... the hell... is that? *points at whatever 035 is making*
035: oh this?
In front of 035 is scp 173, partly spray painted black and half a plague doctor's mask covering over where their mouth would be. There was also a black cloth tied around 173's neck, simulating that of a cloak and a hood.
035: Why, I'm making a temporary replacement for the doctor.
106: *raises brow* ... why?
035: well you see here Larry, it's just not the same doing fun and outgoing things when there isn't anyone around to tell you to not do those fun and outgoing things. So, I've come up with a temporary solution!
106: ... by replacing the doctor with 173 in his clothing?
035: yes well technically mimicry of his hide or skin or however it's called. But yes! Pretty much old chap!
106: ... *looks at the sculpture* .... *then back at 035* ... you are aware 173 doesn't, oh I don't know... talk!
035: he doesn't have to! That's the beauty of it, because sometimes the doctor gives me the silent treatment anyways!
106: Ok? ... so, how is he just... staying in one place anyway this whole entire conversation?
035: oh! Because Jay is still ducked taped onto the ceiling from a few days ago still. *he points to the ceiling where 049-J is*
049-J: *staring intensely at 173 and sweating profusely* . . . C-Can I stop now please?
035: unless you wanna die by neck breaking... keep. Your. Damn. Eyes on him!
049-J: oh bother...
106: oh ya forgot we did that...
035: ya. *fimshes the spray paint on 173* and done! *takes a step back to view his work* What do you think!?
106: *looks at 173*
173: ...
106: ... well now he just looks like a peanut with a beak on it dressed in black.
035: close enough! Now! We just-
Just then scp-096 came walking into the room his back hunched over to get through the door; a paperbag accompanying him over his head to keep everyone safe from triggering his rage state.
035: ah! Shy! You just in time to meet the temporary replacement doctor!
096: ? *looks over at 173* ...
173: ...
096: ...
173: ...
096: ...
049-J: *struggling to keep his eyes open* ugh- *blinks* uh oh!
173: *is now a foot closer to 096*
096: *whimpers loudly and shaking his head in fear* *starts back tracking out the door into a speed walk*
035: damn it, Jay! I said don't blin-!
035: . . .
Suddenly the power goes out as a voice over the intercom lets everyone know that the power to the light would be temporarily shut down and that everything would be ok so long as the scps were in their cells. Once the lights turned back on, 173 had disappeared from the room. Everyone in the room had gone silent.
106: ...
049-J: ... I didn't do it!
035: ah crap.
The alarms then start to go off as the intercom changed to a voice of calm to panic.
Intercom: "Attention scp-173 has escapes containment! Currently it's uh- ... A-Am I reading this right? Uh... Currently dressed up as a... plague doctor?"
106: ...
035: ...
049-J: ...
035: ... Don't Tell Doc.
106: Yep.
035: can I go into your-
106: nope! *goes back into his pocket dimension*
035: ... sh*t! *runs out of the room*
049-J: uhm... hello? ... help...
Don't Tell SCP 049
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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
[Day 1][Day 2] [Current Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5]
Don't Tell scp-049
Day 2
Day 2 of scp-049 being absent from site 19. While scp 035 and scp 076 are wreck havoc in the main area scp 106 decided to go and explore some of the other scp containment chambers, hoping to possably torment any anomalous creatures in his pocket dimension. However he end up finding himself in scp 049's empty containment chamber instead.
106: *peaks out of the wall* HEEEERES LAWRENCE- ... empty. Damn it! ... *looks around the cell*
The cell was a plain white room, a single cot on the left side wall of the cell, and a desk close by it, had several different tables with different test tunes and chemical sets, placed on them in a somewhat chaotic order, in the center of the other side of the room was seemed to look like a surgical area, there he saw a large overhead light above an operating table next to it a rolling cart, resting on top were some cleaned up surgical tools and by the wall next to the surgery area was a lone sink.
It then came to 106 that he was in the plague doctor's cell.
106: huh... *picks up one of 049's scalpels and fiddles with it* eh... I'll never understand why the doctor does this stuff... *looks down at the scalpel he's holding for a moment* . . .
Half an hour later.
106: *wearing a paper made plague doctor's mask and speaks in a mediocre french accent* HMMM YES PeStIlEnCe AnD DiSeAsEs! *sniffing sounds* WHOOP! I sEmLl PeStIlEnCe iN yOu! *swings the scalpel around* DYO YOU PORCELAIN B@#$! I SAID DON'T TOUCH MY SH*T! *starts waving his arms around in the air still holding the scalpel* EvErYoNe LiStEn To mE aNd EvErY eArFuLl AnNoYiNg CoMmAnDs I hAvE tO SaY cAuSe yOu IdIotS cAn'T dO sH*T RiGhT! *swings the scalpel around some more* LoOk aT mE AnD mY bIg @$$ BeAk FaCe AnD LiStEn To mY OUTRAGEOUS FRENCH ACCENT!!! VERY OUTRAGEOUS!!!
Scp 035 over hears yelling from 049's chambers and takes a peek inside the room to see what was going on, only to find 106 stomping around the plague doctor's cell wearing a poorly made plague doctor's mask.
106: HaVe NO FeAr DeAr PaTiEnTs fOr I! *tries to do a scalpel trick spin but nearly drops it* Oh sh*t- *catches it last second and lifts it in the air* AM THE CURE!!! NOW I WILL CURE THE PESTIL-
035: *leaning on the cell door* Nice impersonation attempt.
106: *freezes in place* . . . Uh... h-how long were you standing there for?
035: ... *pulls out a well made mask connect piece of a plague doctor's lower mask and puts it over the mouth part of his face* *starts talking in 049's voice* long enough to show you how to impersonate the good doctor properly.
106: ...
035: *smug energy* ...
106: ... don't tell the Doctor-
035: Don't, tell, Doc.
30 minutes later.
035: *still in 049's voice* pass me the scalpel, my dear good doctor.
106: of course good doctor. *passes 035 the scalpel*
035: *cuts something with the scalpel* pass the glue, now.
106: glue! *hands 035 the glue*
035: *glues something* and done! Our patient has been cured of the pestilence!
Sitting there on the plague doctor's surgical table was a bar of carved soap in the shape of what apear to be the shape of a platypus, with beak and limbs made from gluw and cut popsicle sticks.
106: ... I hate to use such language, but our patient looks like sh*t.
035: In your eyes maybe good doctor! But I think this surgery was a complete success! *stretches his arms out*
There was a sudden crash of shattering glass next to them.
106: O_O . . .
035: *is now the tragedy mask* . . .
Both turn to the left and looked down to see one of the plague doctor's test-tubes full of strange black liquid substince had spilled on the only carpet in the entire room.
035: *in his normal voice* ... oh that's not good.
106: *his normal voice and takes if his mask* OH YOU THINK!?? Why the hell does he have a single white f@#$ing carpet in his entire cell!?
035: oh that's an easy answer! Cause his feet hurt when he stands in a single spot for a long period of time when he does surgery, so he had them put a carpet next to his surgery table to-
106: NEVER MIND THAT! We gotta clean this sh*t up before anyone sees!
035: OK! Ok! Relax! I know where doc keeps his rags at! *goes to find a rag in one of the cupboards* Where the f@#$ did doc move the stupid-
106: hurry up!
035: SHUT UP I GOT IT! *grabs a rag* found it! *runs it under warm water in a nearby sink and starts cleaning the stain on the rug* Oh no, not the CARPET!!!
106: Doc is going to kiiill you!!!
035: *scrubs harder* ooh Doc is gonna kill me!
The black liquid doesn't go away, as it stains the rag as well.
035: Ooh WHAT HAVE I DOOOONE! OOOH NO, OH NO, OH NOOOO!
The stain doesn't go away and starts to get bigger as 035 continues to scrub at it.
035: OH I'M MAKING IT WORSE!!!
106: *starts laughing* oh this turned over quickly completely!
035: OOOH YOU @$$HOLE!!! You made this happen!!!
106: I DIDN'T MAKE YOU FLING YOUR CLUMSY @$$ HOST HANDS AT THE GLASS TUBES!!!
035: UUUGH! ... *looks up at the cell security camera* Oh Doc please don't watch the security footage please! Uuugh! It was all Lawrence's Fault!
106: I wasn't the one who broke his sh*t! That was you!
035: YA BUT YOU WERE IN DOC'S ROOM WHEN HE TOLD US NOT TOO!!!
106: YOU BROKE HIS SH*T! NOT ME!!!
035: YOU F@#$ING WENT INTO HIS ROOM FIRST!!!
106: OK! you know what! Let's just say 682 did this or something. I mean the doctor isn't gonna be back here in a week maybe the foundation will clean up his room or something.
035: *sighs* fine! Your right! Your right! *stands up and puts the rag in the sink and looks down at the mess* ... you think he'll notice?
106: *looks down at the stain as well*
The stain has became bigger and is nearly a gaint black blob on the carpet.
106: . . . No, I don't think he will...
035: ... Ok, so we both agree to never speak of this again?
106: agreed.
035: Don't tell Doc.
106: Don't tell Doc. *sinks into his pocket dimension portal on the ground*
035: *quickly leaves the room while whistling*
🤫
Ssssssh!
...
Don't tell Doc.
[Day 1] [currently Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5]
Don't tell scp-049
Day 1
049 has been temporarily moved to another site for the week. Before leaving however 049 reminds every to not cause to much trouble while he's away, however two particular scps see this as a window of opertunity
035: *has a researcher host and is currently ductaping 049-j to the ceiling* Hehe!
076: *is helping by holding 049-j in place* *snickers*
049-J: *sweating profusely* ...Well this is quite the bother...
106: *just watching* *wheezes* Haha!
682: *walks in with 053 on his back*
053: *holding 079* Uhm... what are you guys doing?
035: ductaping Doc's werid little brother to the ceiling~.
076: Haha! *holding 049-J to the ceiling*
049-J: *bird screeching noises*
079: *beeps* request to ask, why are you two doing such an idiotic thing? *beeps*
076: cause it's funny and entertaining as hell! Haha!
053: and what about you? *points to the old man*
106: oh I just came to watch them torment the little bastard! *wheezes* Haha!
682: The doctor will surely be pissed at the two of you if he found out that you two were doing this to his werid little nuisance of a brother. Especially you, 035.
035: oh ya, that reminds me- Don't. Tell. Doc. About this *chuckles* he'll be very, very, very upset, so guys whatever you do. *puts more tape on 049-j* Don't. Tell. Doc!
053: ... He's gonna find out-
035: Don't. Tell. Doc!
106: he's gonna know, they have security footage here.
035: Don't. Tell. Doc- he doesn't watch any if the security footage!
079: *beeps* he helps me edit, a calculation of *whirling noises* *beeps* 20.7% of the security footage when the security team isn't around.
035: Well then. *turns to face one of the security cameras* Doc if you some how find out, I will repaint the ceiling and watch your crackhead brother for a week. *putting more ductap on 049-J*
106: you're both are so dead. *wheezes* but it's worth the watch at J's expense! Haha!
035: Doc's not gonna know!
049-J: He'll watch!
076: *ductapes 049-j's beak up* Silence smaller bird-man!
682: I live for the day that the plague doctor finally smashes you you into bits 035. Within a week is most likely the day he finally does.
035: he won't know! Just Don't tell Doc! It's perfectly fine. *finshes ductaping 049-J to the ceiling* there! *pats the tap down* finished!
076: *let's go and steps back chuckling* tiny bird-man is now the ceilings problem!
049-J is now ductaped to the ceiling of the site 19 break room. 049-J tries to break from his ductape imprisonment, but doesn't move an inch.
035: This is truly legacy!
076: Haha!
106: *wheezes* Haha!
682: *shakes his head with disappointment* Idiots... all of them. Idiots.
053: I feel bad for J...
079: *beeps* Don't feel to bad for him. He had this one coming. *beeps*
Hope you enjoyed day one of Don't Tell scp 049. Inspired by both "Don't tell Amy" from Unus Annus and one clip from scp explained when they literally said in there video with scp 049 and 096 where a reasercher said "Don't tell scp 049." And I was ha that kind of reminds me of when Mark was like Don't tell Amy. XD
Then I came up with this little idea. Yes there will be more of this all the way till day 7, so stat tuned for that! Oh and remember to stay safe and-
Don't tell Scp-049
[Current Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5]
Dr.[REDACTED]: guys scp-049 has been acting very strange these past few days. When finally presented with the opportunity to do one of it's surgeries, it completely ignored the D-class within it's cell. Which isn't typically something like 049 to do, passing up an opportunity like that.
035: *in his containment cell in the background over hearing this* Oh Ya! Because you know him soooo well- shut your faaace!
All the scps in site 19 are be relocated in a truck together to New Jersey after a failed containment breach caused the Site to explode.
035: *locked in a glass case* . . .
079: *sitting on a wheeled push cart* . . .
106: *is secured down* ...
076: *has his insta-kill collar* *grumpy* >=( ...
682: *in a tank of acid* *same* >=( ...
096: *has a bag over his head* *sad* *whimpers* ... *scoots slowly over next to 049* *whimpers*
049: *has his neck and wrist restraints on* *sighs and pets 096 and hums to it*
035: ... Hey Doc?
049: hm?
035: is this our vacation?
049: ... ya.
035: oh... *awkward pause* ... hey Doc?
049: what?
035: are we trash?
049: hm... kind of.
035: ooh... *is now sad too*
Everyone: . . .
079: . . . *beep* Conclusion. *beep* This sucks.
Hope you liked this werid family guy incorrect quote reference that my brain randomly generated out of no where!
😎👋 🌙
Do you ever just go down a rabbit hole of stories, that seem like they intertwine with one another, but some are actually separate stories of their own and also have other parts to these said other stories that also intertwine in such a chaotic- what part goes where moment- and the said first story you read also has separate parts of it's own, but those stories, including said first one you read just so happen to end on cliffhangers that you know will never. Be finshed- so you're just left in a pile of your own confusion around 1 am at night, thinking till 2 am- on a school night by the way; about those said stories and are like- "Wow! those were amazing, I sure do hope maybe there's a silm chance that they might some day finsh those said stories", and then you think... "ya, no, probably not", then you finally tell yourself that you should actually go to bed now and sleep, but find yourself finding just one more story, and that story is just so happens to be a one part compolete story and think- "Huh, a finshed part one story, cool! But I really should sleep-" but find yourself reading half way through it and your like- "oh this is so nice- oh wow! this is so nice!", and then get to the towards the quarter end and your like- "this is really sad and depressing.", but then at the end your like- "Wow! what a good happy ending! But f@#$ that guy inparticular that just beat the near life out the main character.", and now it's 3:35 am and your slowly realize that you have to get up around 6 am in the morning for school, and then you have a hard time sleeping till you finally do some time around 3:56 am?
. . .
No, just me?
Anyway sorry about the rant I just made, but I felt like I needed to get that off my chest.
XD
Anyway go check out that said rabbit hole on the:
SCP Wiki Tales Hub
And get your free midnight migraine that I just had gone through not 17 hours and 31 minutes ago from the time I post this.
But for real 049 bro is like my favorite SCP 😎👌 credits to the one who made SCP 049
SCP 049 Wiki page here
Dr. ■■■■: *walks into 035's chamber* ok 035 let's begin your- ... what the [REDACTED]?
035: *wearing a gamer headset, and is playing minecraft on an old computer* *turns around to Dr.■■■■* ...
Dr. ■■■■: ... I-
035: GET OUT OF MY ROOM I'M PLAYING MINECRAFT!
079: *switches screen* *whirl sound* *beeps* pls help me.
Dr.■■■■: . . .
Scps 106 and 049 are chilling in one of the empty foundation cafeteria areas.
106: so that's when I- *sniffs the air* what's that... chemical smell?
049: *writing in his journal, not looking up from it* black spray paint.
106: what were you painting?
A black spray painted ball comes rolling into the cafeteria by their table.
035: *inside the ball* Oh, you think your so funny! Well, as soon as I find my way out, YOUR DEAD DOC-
049: *kicks ball into a spin*
035: *spinning aggressively in the ball* AHH!
106: *Wheezy laugh* HaHaHA!
Welp! Hope you guys liked my first short SCP headcanon, cause I'm gonna start making those now too. 😎👌
Some where inside an abandoned building in Venic.
Jacob: ...
Jacob is holding what looks to be an old white porcelain comedy mask that seems to ooz a bit of black slug from the mouth and eye holes.
Jacob: . . .
035: "hey. Hey you."
Jacob: *looks around for a moment before looking back at the mask* ?
035: "ya you, what other dashing good looking gentleman in a top-hat would I be talking to?"
Jacob: *shrugs*
035: "hey, you know what you should do?"
Jacob: what?
035: "try me on, trust me. With me by your side, those templars in London won't stand a chance."
Jacob: uh... I don't know... your oozing a lot... wait how do you know about the templar-
035: "oh come on~ we'll make a great team, trust me. Don't you want to prove to your sister you have good ideas."
Jacob: I guess?
035: "Then this is your greast idea of putting me on."
Jacob: that wasn't- ... was it?
035: "ya don't you remember?"
Jacob: wait now I'm really confused...
035: "just put me on, Rook."
Jacob: . . . Evie!
Evie: *from a far, look around the building* What Jacob?
Jacob: Uhh- I found this... weird... creepy, porcelain, comedy mask!
Evie: Cool, maybe we can bring it with us for study.
Jacob: also it's uh... oozing black goo and I'm having a strong urge to put it on my face.
Desmond and Shaun who are near by over hear this and turn to look at each other for a moment before turning around to see the said porcelain mask that Jacob is currently holding.
Desmond: . . .
Shaun: . . .
Evie: oh Ha, Ha, very funny Jacob, but we don't, have time for your little hijinks today.
Jacob: *is inches away from putting the mask on his face* Evie I'm not joking around... it's whispering things to me!
Evie: enough Jacob.
Jacob: Evie! it's whispering complements at me!!!
Desmond and Shaun: no- *start rushing over to Jacob* no no no NO NO-
Jacob: *is about to put it on* EIVE!!!
Evie: *turns around* WHAT-!?
Shaun and Desmond: NOOO- *both Tackle Jacob down to the ground while the porcelain comedy (now the tragedy expression) is sent flying into the air*
Lol yes Desmond and Shaun both now about the SCPs XD
Welp yes... I'm not dead.
School has been hard and I've been try my best to survive this year, getting closer and closer fo the dinsh line. Especially what's all been around the world... 🇺🇦
Thought I'd post something to lift some spirits up, and what better why then for our good old friend Jacob Frye to find a very suspicious porcelain comedy mask 🎭.
SCP 035 wiki here -> 🎭
Hope you guys liked this little SCP Assassin's Creed head Crossover headcannon! Stay safe and stay strong 💪 😎
realized I should of added the preview pictures 💦
The more orders that come in mean the sooner I can get them out
Been sinking back into SCP and I figure I'd share 👉👈 These are {{PREORDERS}} rn.
Been sinking back into SCP and I figure I'd share 👉👈 These are {{PREORDERS}} rn.
I PHYSICALLY CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT HUMANIFIED SCP 096 UHHHHH CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY
Blood warning under the cut!!!
Death Battle WHAT IFS and my Winners
SO I WAS BORED AND WIDE FUCKING AWAKE SO I MADE THIS BITCH OF A LIST ENJOY. I uh... may actually do something with this tbh.
Sans VS Ghost Rider (Undertale VS MARVEL) Winner: Ghost Rider Soundtrack Name: Judgment’s Stare
Optimus Prime VS Artocitus (Transformers VS DC) Winner: Optimus Prime Soundtrack Name: Raging Justice
Megatron VS Bowser (Transformers VS Nintendo) Winner: Megatron Soundtrack Name: Tyrannical Factions
The Shredder VS M. Bison (TMNT VS Street Fighter) Winner: The Shredder Soundtrack Name: Criminal History
Darkstalker VS Nicol Bolas (Wings of Fire VS Magic the Gathering) Winner: Darkstalker Soundtrack Name: Wings of Magic
Asgore VS Endeavour (Undertale VS MHA) Winner: Endeavour Soundtrack Name: Flaring Redemption
Springtrap VS Baldi VS Granny VS The Neighbor (FNaF VS Baldi's Basics VS Granny VS Hello Neighbor) Winner: Springtrap Soundtrack Name: Average Indie Slasher
Standford Pines VS W.D. Gaster (Gravity Falls VS Undertale) Winner: Stanford Pines Soundtrack Name: Lost Genius
Error Sans VS Sonic.EXE (Undertale AU VS Creepypasta) Winner: Error Sans Soundtrack Name: I AM ERROR
Dust Sans VS Jeff the Killer (Undertale AU VS Creepypasta) Winner: Dust Sans Soundtrack Name: Stab Through the Soul
Nightmare Sans VS Slenderman (Undertale AU VS Creepypasta) Winner: Slenderman Soundtrack Name: Tentacled Negativity
The Mask VS Bugs Bunny (Dark Horse VS Warner Bros) Winner: Bugs Bunny Soundtrack Name: Cartoons, Blood, and Chaos
Darth Vader VS Voldemort (Star Wars VS Harry Potter) Winner: Darth Vader Soundtrack Name: The Deadly Force
Kai VS Laval (NINJAGO VS Legends of Chima) Winner: Kai Soundtrack Name: Spin and Slash
Luz Noceda VS Harry Potter (The Owl House VS Harry Potter) Winner: Luz Noceda Soundtrack Name: Titan’s Scar
Jay VS Donitello (NINJAGO VS TMNT) Winner: Jay Soundtrack Name: Technology Rules, Right?
Lloyd Garmadon VS Po the Panda (NINJAGO VS Kung Fu Panda) Winner: Po the Panda Soundtrack Name: Chosen Legends
MEGATRON SHOWDOWN (Bayverse, G1, IDW, Prime, Cyberverse, Armada, Animated, Beast Wars) Winner: IDW Megatron Soundtrack Name: Mechanical and Tyrannical, Yessss…
Blackwargreymon VS Nemesis Prime (Digimon VS Transformers) Winner: BlackWargreymon Soundtrack Name: Engineered Devils
SCP-049 VS The Medic (SCP Foundation VS Team Fortress 2) Winner: The Medic Soundtrack: Medicine and Missverständnisse
General Zod VS Omni Man (DC VS Invincible) Winner: General Zod Soundtrack Name: Manipulative Invaders from Space
Kaos VS Zomboss (Skylanders VS Plants V.S. Zombies) Winner: Kaos Soundtrack Name: You Dare Defy ME?!
The Guardians of the Galaxy VS The Ghost Crew (MCU VS Star Wars) Winner(s): The Guardians Soundtrack Name: Rebellions and Superheroes
Jack Sparrow VS Puss in Boots (Pirates of the Caribbean VS Dreamworks) Winner: Puss in Boots Soundtrack Name: Running from Death
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Mr. Omega radiates a dangerous harmless amount of human element, and can occasionally use his additive to cause anomalies or distort nature.
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🦷🗃️ 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
yeah, they would definately be friends
and to feed you more:
more about this au
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-
Hi dear! Can I have hc 049 with assassin reader? She's a master of Iaido, an excellent killing machine has been trained since birth. Y'know how Travis Conrad in "24 hours to live" was revived? Yup, she's kinda " the man who returned from the dead" like that. The context is outside the SCP foundation. So sorry if this is a bit intricate! 😖
SCP 049/Assassin! Reader
~ Growing up in a tribe was not at all easy for you. With all of the rigorous training and sword practice, you barely had time for anything else. Once you finally left, you were thrown into a society where everything was foreign to you; most importantly technology. You were always warned of this place through tales, but never you could have ever imagined that this place was real.
~Fast forward 5 years from then, your expertise and skill landed you a job with the SCP Foundation as a field agent, discovering your new found liking for all things strange. Your view had changed so rapidly these past few years as you’d grow older, though much wiser.
~You had just come back from a particularly difficult mission that rendered you very tired, which rarely happened because of your inhuman stamina. Now, breaches were pretty commonplace for the Foundation, seemingly especially since you arrived but there were set methods that would keep everything running smoothly, should one happen. No big deal.
~Suddenly, the containment breach alarms sounded as the personnel over the PA was saying different codes, so that everyone knew where to go. You’d casually been walking down the hall, briefly looking at the cells, when all of this happened.
~You heard light footsteps behind you as you glanced to the side while walking, to make sure that’s what you heard, the alarms still blaring in your ears.
~In one swift movement, you placed your hand on the grip before turning around and pointing your sword at the being behind you, a movement that was faster than the blink of an eye.
~You huff out of relief as you realize who this was, your sword sliding back into its sheath. You maintain your distance with them, your body still in a defensive stance.
~”I thought you’d be gone by now…”, the masked figure known as 049 states, his arms crossing across his chest.
~”That’s none of your concern. Plus, you have no excuse sneaking up on me like that!”, you scold, “You know how I am.” You let down your guard as you walk closer to him, within arms reach.
~Being from a land of inhuman beings, you found that you were immune to the anomaly and most likely many others, based on what had been tested on you. Of course, when he discovered this, he instantly took interest in you as you obviously did not have the ‘pestilence’. During the years, you two took a liking to one another, both of you seeing each other whenever you had the chance. Though, he did not have to cause a breach, just to see you.
~(Which secretly flattered you in a way.)
Thanks for the request! Had fun writing this one! Peace out!
Can I make a request. How the Scps (049, 073 and 076) react to the reader, being a shy, kind and caring person who does not talk much, but always attracts people for what they are and are always called "angels" or "saints" for the people .
((Note: if possible, you can do Scps like Yanderes, please))
(A/N: Sorry, I read the Yandere part at the absolute ending of my writing! I could always do another for you though! Also, I do apologize for taking so long to write this story! I’ll shaddup now...)
SCP 049:
At first, your quiet and wallflower appearance did not strike him as anything special. Once he came near you and you thought he meant you ill will, you showed your true form as a much different creature. Pearlish-white wings tore from your back as you began to lift into the air away from the anomaly, your appendages beating against the wind. A blinding glow burned his faded eyes as you began to land before you once you were sure that he meant no harm. His form stood frozen with surprise as no one had ever gotten this close to him without perishing, your soft hands caressing the sides of his mask.
You brought him into a silent embrace, your second pair of limbs wrapping around his body. The researchers around you were absolutely shocked by the sudden event, alarms blaring and the guards rushing in to separate the two of you to be put back into your containment cells. You revert back into your form and give SCP 049 a mournful look before you are shoved away.
SCP 073:
Being both polite and introverted beings, you get along pretty well. Very rarely would the Foundation allow you two to see each other for research purposes, but sometimes, you would see him wandering the facility. You took a seat in the break room next to him as he was completely divulged in a novel. Your head came to rest on his shoulder as you spoke. “Hello Cain, it is very nice to see you again.” A deep rumble of laughter vibrated from his chest as he put down his book and looked down at you. “You know that it is always nice to see you, my dear.”
You look up at the camera, which was coincidentally focused on you with a small red light. “I really hate being watched so intently, my love.”,you said with a slight tremble. He wraps an arm around you, his hand taking one of yours. This sudden movement rendered you a blushing mess, no matter how many times he did this action, you were always flustered whenever he showed you any attention. So is the life of the lovers.
SCP 076:
Now this one was an absolute mess and one of the most difficult people you’ve EVER dealt with. And you’ve lived for centuries.
It all started when you were dragged from your warm and safe environment in obviously early hours and placed into the complete opposite; a cold, empty room. Well, empty except for a dark figure on the other side of the area who was currently crouching and holding an abnormally large sword at his side. You lean forward from the spot you were sitting to try and get a more clear view of the person, before being lunged at faster than you can blink. You dodge the attack as your wings unfurl, flying up into the air in your true form, the figure you recognize as a man, chuckling under his breath. You shoot him a sharp glare with your sword ready to slice this mysterious person into miniscule pieces. Your breath suddenly hitches your throat as you realize this is an all too familiar anomaly. You swoop down towards him, your two pairs of arms reaching out to grab him, his sword coming down and missing you by a hair.
You two tussle for a bit on the ground, his teeth sinking into your flesh, though you did not even flinch. After all of the fighting, a wave of calmness rushed over him, the both of you wrapped together tightly as your eyes began to shut from pure exhaustion.
Your main goal was to give a little love to the world and show compassion to each living and breathing being on the face of the Earth. And you were going to do exactly that.
SCP-049/Reader
You peered down the dark corridor, your eyes squinting as you struggled to find the source of the sound. You return back to your confined cubicle as you try to catch up on your paperwork before hearing a echoed 'bang'. You jolt up from your desk at the sound of this, but then you remember where you are.
Gathering your courage, you exit the space and find yourself slowly pacing down the hallway. The noise became louder and louder with each step forward you took, your nerves shot through the roof. You did not dare to return to your office but you found that as you approached the end of the hall, a pungent odor filled the air, the smell of what seemed to be decay and death all around you.
You silently gasped in horror as your eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, taken aback at the scene before you. Blood and entrails covered the room from the floor to the ceiling as the smell's source was quite clear. You see a figure on the other side of the room and before you can even move an inch, they slowly turn towards you. An ivory beaked mask stood out amongst the black cloaks this being possessed, you instantly recognizing this anomaly to be SCP-049. Your breath hitched in your throat as you were nearly certain of what events were about to take place.
"Do not be afraid, I am only here to cure you.", spoke his monotone and almost robotic voice, a syringe filled with an unknown liquid in his gloved hand.
He began to walk towards you as you stood there, frozen in absolute fear. He was directly in front of you as you peered into his blue eyes with your own. You saw them go wide in shock and... terror?
The lights began to flicker and when they ceased, he was gone, vanished within thin air. You let out a sigh of relief and place a hand on your forehead, your other hand reaching into your lab coat pocket for your radio to alert others of the situation. You turn around to walk back to your office, the scene replaying in your head repeatedly.