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Project Codename: Olympia Project#: PRJOLM-000134 Clearance and File#: NPF-00051473 Head Researcher: Professor K.P. Crow Experiment Aims: To test the properties, capabilities and limitations of the subject. Subject is the product of Olympia Integration Experiment BETA, and is the ultimate product of the Olympia Project...
Project Codename: Olympia Project#: PRJOLM-000134 Clearance and File#: NPF-00051473 Head Researcher: Professor K.P. Crow Experiment Aims: To integrate the physical body of the subject with the mental body using SCP-158. Materials Used: The product of Olympia Integration Experiment ALPHA. The product of Experiment Log ...
13/12/2008 To Dr. Kain As you know, the holiday season is fast arriving. As such, it is the time for joy, happyiness, good will towards all men, that sort of thing. And the reason I'm writing this: gifts. I've noticed from the papers I've gotten recently that you have a lot of paperwork you have to go through after th...
"Warm and Wet" By Dr Rights SCP-542, Herr Chirurg, stands imposing at his current seven-foot-two even while seated, the recently-replaced bones in his legs having boosted his height, though he still hunches over under the strain of the bizarrely distended ribcage and the too-full torso. His arms hang well to his knees,...
Project Codename: Olympia Project#: PRJOLM-000134 Clearance and File#: NPF-00051473 Head Researcher: Professor K. P. Crow Experiment Aims: To construct the physical body of the subject using SCP-291. Materials Used: The product of Experiment 914 THETA Test 2. The product of Experiment 914 THETA Test 5. The product of ...
02/12/2008 I got nearly no sleep yesterday. I was so consumed with the extractor that all my previous appointments I either forgot, or simply blew off. Unprofessional and immature, I know, but I couldn't tear myself away from it. Now that I've exhausted myself and managed to break away, I now see what else I have to do...
Experiment Log of: Professor K. P. Crow, utilizing SCP-040 in obtaining base materials for the "Olympia Project". Date: 13/12/2008 Pre-Experiment Note: I think it's about time we started trying to utilize 040's abilities, or at the very least, allowing her to use them enough to actually learn how to control them. She...
Story Application: "085, A Romance in 2.5 Dimensions" Chapter 1: "Sierra Nevadas" Her cadmium yellow #5 hair cascades down over her shoulders as she sits down in the corner of the canvas, looking up into the white expanse of blank gesso, her slender legs crossed at the ankles. Her arms are crossed, and there is a despe...
Experiment Log of: Professor K. P. Crow, utilizing SCP-914 in obtaining base materials for the "Olympia Project". Date: 05/12/2008 Pre-Experiment Note: This is to produce the base materials I need for the project. I had to reassemble the subject that I was originally going to use, because after having a talk with Dr. G...
{Note: This document was retrieved during a raid on a known Global Occult Coalition safehouse by Task Force Omega-7, "Pandora's Box." Sections of this document were damaged in the firefight and subsequent conflagration/water damage due to firefighting efforts.} PERSONNEL FILE: FIELD OPERATIVE UK-17 Code Name: "Ukulele"...
TERMINATION ORDER by "Dr. Clef." "Interview Clef-88 commences now. Dr. Gears, interviewer. Dr. Clef, interviewee." "You know who you look like? John Malkovich. You've got the same head and everything, except where Malkovich has a great, expressive face, yours has no expression ever. It's honestly a bit creepy." "Your s...
Experiment Log of: Professor K. P. Crow, regarding SCP-158 in use for the "Olympia Project". Date: 29-11-2008 Pre-Experiment Note I've gathered up several D-Class personnel, having interviewed and evaluated them all, and picked those with personalities and characteristics that I like, or would be useful. Some are male,...
Interviewed: Dr. A. Clef, SCP number pending. Interviewer: Dr. ████████ Kondraki. Foreword: This interview took place 24 hours after the Site 17 incident. <Begin Log, ██-██-████, ████:██:██> Kondraki: Clef. Clef: Kondraki. [long silence] Clef: How's the leg? Kondraki: I'll be fine. How are the face, the eyes, the ears,...
Written by Danteson The spell book has been revoked by the Foundation. It's not like she'll use it much anymore. - Dr. Wright. Chapter One: The Foundation and You! Now, your job as a witch is to d...
Re: Internal Affairs Incident between Drs. "Alto" Clef and ████████ Kondraki, ██-██-████. This report is CLOSED. Any further edits must be approved by an O-5 level authority, except for basic grammatical and spelling corrections. Any further information about this incident should be placed in a supplemental report. Th...
Able paced towards the towering monstrosity casually, nonchalant in his motions, swaggering and grinning as he did so. A massive two-handed claymore was held in place over one of his shoulders, the whirring gears and saws that covered its surfaced trundling away noisily, while the many small blades that made up its jag...
Personal Log of "Iceberg" [NOTE: Dates and some sensitive information removed by Central Records. Original documentation available upon approval.] ███████ ██ ████ Morning I finally got a promotion. At least, I think it's a promotion. Only a lab assistant, but I'll have access to more SCPs than before (though, I've hea...
Personal Log of Dr.Gears [NOTE: Dates and some sensitive information removed by Central Records. Original documentation available upon approval.] ███████ ██ Woke up early, due to the sound of explosion. A new Agent entered the containment area of SCP-236, and accidentally stepped on a unit. The resulting explosion alm...
Diary of Paul Martin, recovered among other personal belongings August 22nd, ████ Greg can be a jerk sometimes. It's nice having a roommate who is gone three quarters of the time, but he has a bad habit of just walking out with stuff. He never steals, but sometimes he's tossing stuff in a bag so he can fly out and to ...
Personal Log of: Agent A█████ A██████, Mobile Task Force Omega-7, "Pandora's Box." Date: October 10, ████ I shoulda taken the blue pill. When Dr. ██████████ told me that he had an opening for a doctoral research assistant with a high-level government agency, I thought he meant the CIA or NSA or something. I never expe...
The Foundation uses the presence of other businesses and organizations as frontages to mask the existence of the SCP Foundation. These may be anything from local flower shops to international conglomerates. Websites to a few of these facades are as follows: So Clean, You'd Think You Were In Heaven! Your premiere sourc...
The wind was harsh and cold, swirling gouts of the snow rippling around the man's thin frame, staining his black cloak like stars in the night sky. It tugged at his ragged clothing, sucking what little warmth left in him through his armour. His breath crystallized in front of his face like smoke from the maw of a drago...
Item #: SCP-███ Object Class: Safe Special Containment Procedure: SCP-███ requires no special handling or storage beyond that of typical electronic devices - keep it at a reasonable temperature, dry, away from electromagnetic interference. It is not believed to pose any risk to anyone, therefore can be kept in a secure...
ATTENTION: REPORT 076-2/682 IS FOR REVIEW BY CLASS-4 PERSONNEL ONLY Incident: 076-2/682 SCP involved: SCP-682, SCP-076-2 Personnel involved: Dr. Gears, Prof. Kain Pathos Crow, Generals ████████████ and ████, Mobile Task Force Omega-7 (aka "Pandora's Box") Date: ██████████ Location: ██████, Northern Canada Description: ...
“Christ, 204 really did a number on this place.” Agent Williams frowned as he surveyed the damage the Keter level SCP caused to its containment cell. “I concur. The monetary damages caused by this breach easily numbers in the millions,” Dr. Gears said in his usual blank, apathetic voice. Williams sighed. He didn't exac...
Dear Diary, Hello! My name is Lucy Campbell and I am 8 years old. When I grow up I want to be an actress like Emma Watson because she is very pretty! My mummy is also very pretty and very clever and helps me with my homework (I am not very good at it). My daddy works at a big white house called a sykiatric psychiatric ...
There is, in a small national park somewhere in the US, a bike path. This bike path is hardly unusual: it is roughly twelve miles long, and makes a circuit around a small lake. Most of the path is wooded, and it is regarded by the locals as a beautiful little place to take a breather and catch some peace and quiet. Man...
*shatter* FLASH I'm lying on the floor, in more pain than I've ever felt before. I guess this is what it feels like to have a bullet in your gut. The pain is a constant but everything else is fading: I must be losing blood fast. Wait - how did I get here? The last thing I remember was the break-in, that little guy turn...
Dear Diary ……………………… *Click click tap click tap tap tap* Alright, Videira. Here's the script you were wondering about. This thing was a sort of dramatization of a little research disaster that happened in July four years back. It was meant to illustrate to some of our less cautious researchers the value of emotional de...
One day, Dr. Cog was walking through his lab (being a scientist and all), when he found Dr. Crow trying to catch his attention. It was never a hard thing to do, as Dr. Cog was usually quite bored, and Dr. Crow was a talking dog. “You should take a look at this,” insisted Dr. Crow, in a somewhat excited manner, “It's re...
I am a wire. They're finding new ways to kill me. Even now, I can hear 00201, screaming, relentless, and under it and above it and around it and through it there's 598, pressing, like a vice, trying to squeeze it out, the waves break around them. I twitch and I turn, screaming passively, and I feel a pair of hands clut...
Document 941-B was located in the men's lavatory at Site ██ June 3, ████. Despite an authorized review by the on-site forensic department, there are as of yet no clues as to who is responsible for publishing Document 941-B. Even though much of the information within Document 941-B has been proven false after lengthy in...
Darkness loomed over the streets of Night City, the shadows casting long shadows over the cracked asphalt pavement, the city's dark darkness lurking deep within its shriveled black hearts, as black as pitch and as shriveled as the lungs of a chain-smoking sailor. Joe Knife pinned the girl up against the wall, his ugly,...
Incident Report: I-028-F SCP involved: SCP-028 Personnel involved: Agent Stebritz, Security Officers Gomez and Bishop, D-1437 Date: ██/██/████ Location: Site █ Description: I was assigned the duty of bi-weekly inspection of Site █, and arrived shortly after 12:00 noon. Officer Bishop was stationed in the security check...
Our planet was dying. There are many explanations I could give for this, countless stories of failures and failed ideas and the inability of one lonely species to see the truth, endless tales of ignorance and of the worst possible living sin, stupidity. But none of these reasons are excuses, and in any case I am not lo...
Dear Mom, Hi from school, it's me, Elaine. I know it's been a while since I've written anything, but it's been really busy over here and I just haven't had the time. I know it's strange for me to be late, but I wish you were here so I could tell you how crazy everything has been. I really miss you and the whole family,...
scritch scritch scritch I couldn't get any sleep last night. There was something scratching from behind the walls. It's probably just rats or something. I'll probably get it checked out tomorrow. scritch scritch scritch Couldn't sleep again last night. That damn scratching sound came up again. This time, it was all ove...
When I was a little boy, I was afraid of monsters. They always lurked in the dark places where the light didn't reach. It didn't matter how many times my father shone a flashlight into the dark corners of my closet; I knew, the moment that the light was gone, that the monsters would come back. They would lurk in the da...
“Hurry up, we're gonna get caught!” Jenny whispered, failing to stifle a giggle. “Come on,” I muttered, “I've popped harder locks in my sleep… there!” I stood, one hand on the jimmied doorknob, and said to Jenny, “Last chance to back out.” She snorted and replied, “Like I'm scared of some old ghost story. Just go in be...
Every night for the past month, I've had the same dream. I'm in a dark tunnel, and I hear a noise behind me. It's quiet, faint. It always draws closer. Shuffle tick tick. Shuffle Tick Tick. Such an innocuous sound, but the slow creeping of it towards me terrifies me. I run as fast as I can away from the sound, panting,...
It is four thirty in the morning, and I've just woken up in the shower, laying in the tub with a fierce stream of hot water gone cold with time running frigid down my face. I have no idea how long I've been asleep. It doesn't really matter. Rising, I grab a towel from the pile on the floor, wrapping it around my body w...
August 3, 200█: A red light blinked on and off, annoyingly insistent amongst a sea of green and blue denoting the status of the Foundation's worldwide assets. The man at the console, annoyed at being interrupted from his nap, sat up in his chair and started tapping commands into his console. Observation Post 3-02 was o...
The old man stands over her hospital bed, staring down at the girl. She is wired to all sorts of machines, beeping and booping, all of them designed to keep her alive. All of them unneeded. He leans over the bed, a pleasant smile on his face. "You can get up now." The girl scrunches her eyes tightly together, not looki...
Messrs. Skeffington and Branks of Marshal, Carter, and Dark's 'acquisitions firm' were very much not men to be trifled with, yet as he heated a slim knife blade with his pocket lighter and reached for a pair of pliers from the toolbox in his associate's hands, Branks began to glower with the realisation that they had b...
It was a rather late night in the Site-19 cafeteria. Though the Foundation never slept, most of its workers did. The majority of the site staff was either back at their homes, or in on-site housing facilities. Of course, there was still a night shift, but it was a skeleton crew compared to the regular day shift. It was...
I was deposited to awareness with an abruptness normally reserved for the newly born, and much like them, my first view of the world was enough to send me into wracking sobs. I attempted to recoil, to fall back to the nothing that I had come from, but found myself frozen, my body not my own, only able to watch and look...
The summer sun hung low in the sky, turning the clouds all shades of orange, red, and purple, sunbeams shining through the pine trees that lined the sides of this unpaved road. They drove slowly in their rental car, taking time to drink in the environment and just to enjoy one another's company. The vacation had been D...
"A sabbatical?" "At least one month," Dr. Glass said, nervously fingering the panic button under his clipboard. The figure sitting in the chair across from him slowly blinked its uncannily colorful eyes (damn it, he could never figure out what color they were supposed to be) and carefully read the pink slip of paper in...
██/██/████ I woke up late again today… I really should start setting an alarm or something. Doc Rhodes was pretty pissed off, said I'm the worst secretary he's ever seen. That old man's told me that every day for three years now. When's he gonna lighten up? At least the work is easy. He's been studying a bunch of paper...
The smoking ruin of the black Crown Victoria lay on the side of the road, its wheels slowly turning in the air, a massive tree trunk piercing the windshield. The tree had blasted through the safety glass and through the driver's seat, knocking the steering wheel off its column, through the headrest, and into the back s...
One fine day in the Foundation, Dr. Bright finds the need to clean up some small problems. A researcher has been asking questions, and, worse, questioning Bright. And so it is that Dr. Jack Bright calls Dr. Heiden to his office, for some… discussion. Heiden is ushered into the room by an old man, the young doctor is cl...
1- Transferred from the barracks, finally. The trip took forever, I'd have to guess about six hours, but I couldn't see, and I fell asleep a few times, so I guess it really could be anything. Four other people on the transport as well, two other men and two women. At least I think so, one of the guys never really talke...
The two men quickly walked down the hall, pushing the small cloth-covered cart in front of them. A sudden door slam far behind them made the older man cry out, to be quickly stifled by the younger as they picked up their pace. “This is wrong, we shouldn't be doing this. They are going to find out, they have eyes everyw...
Dr. Mann sat low in the seat, like a student sitting before the principal. "I suppose you want to know what happened." "We have six escaped SCPs, over fifty casualties, and tens of thousands of dollars of damage. Yes, Doctor, I think it's safe to say an explanation is in order." Dr. ███████ sat across from Dr. Mann, a ...
Electronically recorded journal of Dr. Gerard L. Johnston. Recovered after a recommendation for employment was made by his superior, Dr. Devon Corbin. Dr. Johnston's continued employment is being reviewed at this time. Dr. Johnston is currently employed at Site 33, Psychological Care Facility 22, and believes it to be ...
Leningrad, December 1979: The flicker of your nightlight casts an unsettling glow throughout your small bedroom and the wind rattles your window, keeping you from finding sleep. Your young mind runs wild with imagination, only heightening your fear of the night and that which you can't see. Fortunately your father sens...
Interviewed: Agent Thompson. Interviewer: Dr. Sylvius Forward: Post-incident interview with the only survivor of the anomalous SCP-C Blizzard. <Begin Log> Dr. Sylvius: Okay, let's begin. Tell me, Thompson, what exactly were you doing at the site? Thompson: Well, I was helping all of the researchers make it through the ...
The field marshal peered through his binoculars at the soon-to-be battlefield laid out before him. His epaulets gleamed in the warm light, a soft breeze tickling his well groomed moustache as he surveyed the advance of two infantry companies below him. His scouting teams had chosen an ideal location, so perfectly situa...
Tales from the Bright Side 1.5 Intermission: Back to the Return of the Son of the Future Strikes Back 3125 The young man blinks as the VR helmet rises, attempting to sort through the various memories now in his head. His furrowed brow turns towards his waiting teacher. "I don't grok, sir." The old man leans on his staf...
Part 6: Escape "Ever Dance With the Devil in the Pale Moonlight?" "Delta One, in position." "Delta Two, in position." "Delta Three, in position." "Delta Six. Go." Beatrix Maddox sat on the lakeshore with her shoes off, letting the cool water flow over her bare feet, as she smiled and waited for Andrews to arrive with ...
Part 5: Breaking Point "You Can't Go Home Again" Eighteen Months Ago "So, if you'd let me finish my question?" "Mmmm? Sure, sure…" "Okay, here it is. Let's say that you've got a choice of two different prizes. One is an all-expenses paid, three month vacation in Europe." "Ooooh, that sounds nice." "The other is ten min...
Tales From The Bright Side Chapter 1: Waiting on God… oh! "I wish to again formally register my objections to this line of experimentation." I said, addressing my comment to the turned back of one Dr. Samet, an up-and-coming new researcher here at the Foundation. He seemed to think that the appropriate methods for adva...
“Explain to me why we're hiding in somebody's old, abandoned crap-shack, son.” Neil R. Ghost (age twenty-eight) had never imagined that he would find himself in the situation that he was in presently. Sitting on a patch of rotted floorboards, with his back to the equally rotted door, he was regretting some of the decis...
It was a dream, or at least it felt like one. Hana had been invited to the ocean god's palace. She went there in a banana-leaf canoe, drifting through an orange ocean, the sea melting into the sunset, without beginning or end. When she reached the horizon, the canoe took her down, down into the realm of the ocean god. ...
Part 4: Breach "Plausible Deniability" Post-Incident Interview, ██-██-████ Interviewer: And that was when Director Valentine breached containment on SCP-784. Clef: That is correct. Interviewer: And at that time, Lieutenant Takahashi of MTF-D9 had already arranged her strike team in preparation for arresting Director V...
The following are the journal entries made by [DATA EXPUNGED], currently known as Agent Apocalemur, over the time period between his discovery of SCP-307 on ██ ████, 200█, and his recovery by the SCP Foundation three weeks later. ██ ████, 200█ I found the weirdest plant today. It was just growing under that locust tre...
Part 3:Escalation "Until the End of the World" Eighteen Months Ago "All right, next question." "Mmmm?" "Imagine you just won a contest and you have your choice of two prizes." "Is one of them you?" "No… would you take this seriously, please?" "I'm sorry, I'm a bit distracted by the beautiful naked girl in bed with me."...
To all units operating in west coast of the United States, this is a PRIORITY ONE order issued from CENTCOM. There is evidence to suggest that two Keter-level targets, codenamed “Toto” and “Dorothy”, are currently operating in the Southern California area. Though the reasons for their presence there are not exactly cle...
█-██-███: While its shape shifting abilities proved to be of some interest for a time, as other shape shifting SCPs were discovered, and after study in to the extreme amount of damage it can cause to both electronic objects, as well as organic matter from the large amounts of radiation it produces, it was determined th...
Note: The following are sections of text recovered from the body of what is assumed to be a member of “The Church of The Broken God.” It is assumed they are part of a larger document or “Bible”, but due to the situation of its recovery, the bulk of this work has been lost. No additional copies of this “bible” have been...
I look into the metallic reflection of myself in the elevator door. I see it every day. Or just about, since sometimes work keeps me on base for days on end. Smooth polished steel. You can see your reflection in it, with the bright white glow of the single light above me. In front of me, the door and the two buttons. U...
ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistr...
Special Containment Center 23 Terminal Welcome, please enter user ID. >ethaum Please enter password. > Password Accepted. . . . Loading. . . . Clearance validated. . . . Welcome, Commander Thaum. Please enter an action. >SCP #176 Number recognized. Loading. . . . Item: SCP, #176. . . . Approximate image of object load...
The fly floated down onto the nose of the statue gently, watching its surroundings carefully for any sign of a predator. Content with the fact that there were none, it began cleaning itself, endlessly wiping its forelegs over its head and body, scraping off the excess dirt with an efficiency only millennia of biologica...
The following is a transcript of a handwritten letter found in a 20-ounce glass beverage container, found near Lake [REDACTED] in southwest Wisconsin. Signs of struggle were evident, and upon closer examination, several fragments of human bones were discovered nearby, badly charred. "In the name of God, the Compassiona...
Part 2: Negotiation "Better the Devil you know than the Devil you don't" "Hey, Clef?" "What's up, Draki?" "Not much. Hey, can I borrow your cat for the weekend?" "I guess. Why the hell you'd want to borrow that mangy stray who always misses the fucking litter box, I don't know, but sure, go ahead. You'll probably find ...
Part 1: Contact "When you look into the abyss, the abyss looks back" Looking back, I'm not sure what I thought was going to happen when that crazy bitch showed 784 the photo. If I had to put money on it, it would have been even money between screaming at her for lying and going completely apeshit and killing us all. No...
Agent Greenwell was by no means afraid, only strongly wishing to be elsewhere. As he ran, quickly avoiding small chunks of rubble and broken machinery, his thoughts remained more on the past than the immediate situation at hand. The day's shift, indeed his entire tour inside SCP-110, had been quiet and routine. Constan...
To: O5 Command Proposal Type: Personnel Request From: Agent Spoon Date: ██/██/20██ Security Level: CLASSIFIED Introduction: After careful review of the Foundation's special Mobile Task Force Teams, I have found a rather glaring weakness in the organization of the Foundation's SCP recovery and protection systems that ca...
Foreword by O5-2: On █-██-████, an investigation was launched into the continued viability of SCP-083. Several factors were taken into account, such as the relative danger involved in sustained containment and cost-benefit of the costly procurement of virgin blood on a regular basis. In conclusion, a unanimous decision...
Incident 784-1 "… once the D-Class personnel have finished rinsing the outside of the container using fire hoses, a third personnel will approach the container, and then affix the module to the outside of the structure. The microphone should pick up any vocalizations made by Skip Seven-Eight-Four." Doctor Lorenzo indic...
24/12/2008 Well, Christmas Eve is here, and I believe Mr. Kringle may have infected the staff with cheer, because the amount of work getting done is non existent. Of course, I'm one to talk… I'm the one who allowed them to do it, as well as stopping my own personal experiments. (Mainly because I feel bad if I indirectl...
The following are excerpts from psychological evaluations performed by Dr. Simon Glass on Foundation personnel Dr. Glass: Alright, let's get this started. Dr. Alto Clef - Dr. Clef: [Subject hands Dr. Glass a ukelele] Dr. Glass: … Very well. Dr. [With some difficulty strums an A major chord] let us begin this interview...
“Do I hear five hundred thousand pounds?” “…” “Thank you…do I hear five fifty?” “…” “Thank you ma'am…do I hear six hundred?” “…” “Thank you…six fifty?” “One million pounds.” “…t-thank you sir. Do I hear more?” “…” “Sold, to Mr. McCredie. Thank you so much sir. This next lot…” The bald man who had just spent an absurd a...
Some day, they'll all be immortalised in verse, eh. Enjoy "682" Big angry lizard Kind of grumpy, but still fun Until he eats you "447" Delicious slime ball Leaves one feeling minty fresh No dead bodies, please "173" If you close your eyes It will break your fucking neck Try not to blink, son "261" Odd vending machine E...
I'm walking through the snow. The crunch of my footsteps creates a slow, yet persistent rhythm, the lack of a breeze allowing the sound to carry surprisingly far. My name is Neil, and I am hunting a flying deer across a mountainside in early January. It had been a full six hours earlier that one of the Special Containm...
Another quiet day in this quiet town. On the east side of town stood a bank. It wasn't a large bank, it wasn't a small bank, just a bank. The neighborhood was small, and most importantly, didn't ask many questions. Such as why people commonly came through and cashed in at that bank, despite the fact none of them lived ...
Extract from the Journal of Doctor Buried: It fits doesn't it. In the old textbooks from my school days with all the families of organisms charted out, viruses were conspicuously absent. And they said viruses were "not living" but "not dead" either. something else. sounds like a cop-out to me. a way to say we don't kno...
Not up to scale Incident Report 5615-XX-16 Witness: Charles Vuncouth Date: ██/██/██/ Synopsis: At 1500 hours, I was told by my direct superiors that I was going to be airdropped into a neighborhood in the city of ██████, to deal with a situation that had been positively confirmed by previous field agents to require Fo...
After getting quite a few technical issue notes attached straight to my personnel file, I've decided to update the servers with a tech issue file. Place a dated note or comment into the tech files and I will get to it as soon as possible. The previous notes have been moved from my personnel file to the page, and I enco...
What a day. And what a way to end it too. Another day, another big pile of waste generated by the vast, churning machine that was the faculty and staff of Site 17. Every bit of detritus the place produced would end up here, from leftover pizza, old newspapers, and candy wrappers, to failed experiments and human remains...
Project Codename: Olympia Project#: PRJOLM-000134 Clearance and File#: NPF-00051473 Changes to Olympia Prime (Production Model Template): Left eye is to come from Experiment 914 THETA Test Subject 2, rather than Experiment 914 THETA Test Subject 13. Lower left leg and foot, lower right leg and foot, and neck and head ...
It's been a long day. First the absolute bullshit at the hotel last night (what kind of asshole puts a family of four in a one bed smoking room?), and Shannon wetting the bed, and Tate flipping out over that (but at least he's asleep in the backseat for now, right?), and then crawling out to the car this morning to fin...
Have you ever been Alone? Not just alone for a bit while others are out, or feeling rather isolated at the end of a relationship, but Alone. That special Alone that you feel at 1:25 in the morning, when the whole world is asleep. Nobody to call, no real place to go, even the depths of the Internet unable to turn up eve...
This story is actually 100% true. I've switched names around for privacy's sake, but I assure you that every bit of this is real. Not the normal sub-reality of most “real world” creepypasta, but actual not-shitting-you real. It's tempting to plump it up a bit for more of a punch, but I don't think that's fair. I may ad...
A Holiday Appeal Good Evening, this is O5-7 with a Public Service Announcement. Here in the United States and abroad, SCPs are starving and homeless, but you can help by sponsoring an SCP through the Christian SCP Fund. For less than a dollar a day, your contribution can: — Provide SCP-053 with the clothes she needs to...
02.12.2031 We're in what used to be Chicago, and I'm more terrified than I've been in a while. Based on what I can see (do I even have eyes?), we're about thirty miles from where I grew up. This is, for all intents and purposes, home. Big Boy has definitely worked this area over; it's surprising to think People could l...
Dr. Ersen sat on the tram, idly flipping between pages on his laptop, not really reading anything. The shuttle whirred softly, the lights of the tunnel slashing past windows that really had no reason to exist on a purely underground vehicle. He wondered what the tram was powered by: it was incredibly fast, though he co...
Welcome to Ask Doctor Mann, where I will be answering any questions that you, the reading public, have for me. If you have questions you'd like answered, please submit them via the discussion page. "Dear Doctor Mann, what's it like working for the Foundation?" —Eager in Site 19 I'm so glad you asked! Working for the Fo...