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🤰 SCP-231 - Special Personnel Requirements


seven seals, seven rings. seven brides for the scarlet King
they gather round the natal bed, the foolish and the wise. they fear the child yet to be born, whose voice shall rend the skies.

the faithful watch the forest for the coming of the King. their lanterns bright, they wait at night for the new world he shall bring.

the dragon waits in shadows, his breath will scorch the land. the hero in the castle draws his sword and makes his stand.
the princess in the tower is hidden far away. but nothing under heaven can keep The Groom at bay.

Luke 23:24

they gather round with leering smiles, the soulless and the dead. though her soul unwinds, the cruelest minds will keep her in her bed.

the potter told his 'prentice to prepare him seven jars. six he made with grace and skill, the last his hands did mar.

the cretin moon no more is howling, gone its mourning black. in their dreams its face is prowling, come to take them back.

the King is in his courting clothes, the brides are in their beds. the unborn princes wait in sleep to raise their eager heads.

the hens were in the henhouse and seven eggs did lay, till the fox crept in by dark of night and stole the eggs away.

six were broken by their bindings six no more shall sing. comes the seventh full unwinding and all the bells will ring.

when the first had given birth, then all the birds did sing. her screaming cries did shake the skies, and as she called out for her King.

by doctor's blade the second bade a life into the world. untimely hewn neath a silent moon, the King's red flag unfurled.

his bride the third remained unheard, her cries for help ignored. she stopped her life with a surgeon's knife, and gave it to Our Lord.

the fourth prepares a dagger and places it at her heart. the perfect cure cannot make pure what the King has set apart.

the fifth one's crown was bearing down upon the fox's set. the den was sundered with mighty thunder, an apocalypse beget.

on the sixth's day, the walls gave way, and the oceans turned to ash. her birth gave work, as the earth shook, underneath the King's fell lash

the seventh bride will break the tides the moon no more will shine. there comes a day not far away she'll birth the death of time.

the doctor never tells his god which one he really seeks. instead he hides himself away, and quietly he weeps.

Proverbs 1:32

their god's own voice, he makes the choice, declaring with their word. "in fear and pain let her remain, lest she be like the third."

Ezekiel 6:14

the doctor's gun ended his run, as he put it to his ear. as she was defiled, the pitied child, he gave it to his fear.

Revelation 18:21-14

her memory a fickle thing, the strongest shall endure. when her weeping starts to waver, their drugs make her mind pure.

🤯 SCP-1383 - Partially-Functioning Pataphorical Torment Chamber

Am I on?

Are you receiving?

CÉCE has cracked the window open.

I know you don't have the beacons in place to respond. They wouldn't even work there yet.

But the signal carries.

Maybe you're still tuned in enough to hear.

Your distress call was received.

Something is keeping us from getting warlocked on, but we think we've found the window you went through.

But it's too real, and close to the nexus on two axes. We can't figure out which.

And opening the window would let a catastrophe out of here.

We can't retrieve you.

But one of the axes may be linear time.

Which would mean just having to wait for competition to begin.

Patience, dear Caliginator.

💾 SCP-2000 - Deus Ex Machina

You people don't get it. And I don't think you ever will.

You can't bring them back.

Did you catch that?

You've already failed.



Just put it down.

You are not normal. THIS is normal.

ͬ▜͖̆ SCP-000 -

This cage is vast, it has no walls. While I stand still all I see is a white plain stretching across an equally blank sky. There is no life in this place. I can move for as long as I choose but should I stop even for a moment I am snapped back to this spot, forever damned to be tethered to my prison. Despite this, I have wandered far, exploring the purgatory I have known for countless years. In my travels in this wasteland of white I have seen flashes of things, horrible things that simply should not be. Grotesque abominations that appear for moments at a time only to disappear as if they had never been there at all.

My memories of these creatures continue to lead me back to one memory specifically. A black shapeless being, a formless thing that could not have been created by any God in this or any other reality, appeared ahead of me as I walked and stared at me with dead crimson eyes. As I drew closer to it in my mind I could feel its hate, its rage, and its fear, emotions I know well but have never experienced with such intensity as I felt from this entity. As quickly as it came, it disappeared, and for a brief moment I swore I could see its twisted maw speak a word, an utterance I have yet to understand in content and context.


I have puzzled over the meaning of this word, this final message of a nightmare creature whom I have not seen since. I have tried to approach the other flashes in hopes of learning more about this word, but I am barely able to comprehend their appearance before the creatures disappear back into the void from which they were spawned. It has made me wonder…what are these creatures? Where do they come from? Where do I come from? How did I get to this place? How do I get out of this place? These questions remain unanswered, and I fear they may never be answered, the thought of which serves only to drive me mad.

It is curious that the other effect of the chance encounter has proven far more productive. Prior to this, I was unaware that I possessed a mouth, or vocal cords, or any mechanism to make noise. Though I knew I drew breath, the emptiness around me provided surprisingly little auditory feedback when the air rushed into my lungs. Despite this, sound was not only possible, but now almost inviting. After hearing the wretched words spoken to me out loud, I felt it was my duty…no, my right to destroy the silence I had known for so very, very long.

What began as a whisper barely audible grew and grew as I became more and more emboldened by my newfound abilities. Soon, I was shouting nonsensical words to the skies, laughing in my mind as the silence was broken by me. And even more surprisingly, the world listened. Ripples of energy appeared in the air, controlled solely by the weight and volume of my voice. Should I whisper, they would be soft and light, floating whimsically for a few seconds before disappearing. Should I yell, they would be sharp and heavy, angrily stabbing themselves at the useless oblivion around me.

This pleased me greatly, for it gave meaning to the chaos, gave me purpose. I was no captive! I was a god! This was not my prison, but my realm! My words were law, my voice my weapon! Through these powers I would recreate this realm into one of life, one of joy that I controlled, that I would rule justly! This is how it would be, for I had decided it would be so! I grinned as I focused all my energies, all my hopes and all my ambitions into one tumultuous, deafening bellow, the roar that would begin my reign as lord of the hollow nothingness.

But it did not change anything. The ripples my effort created, though incredibly violent in nature, vanished only a few seconds later leaving no trace of any impact they may have made on this damned abyss. I tried again, with no change to the outcome. Over and over I shouted, my angry yells eventually devolving into screams of fear and horror at the prospect of being trapped endlessly in the damned empty silence that pervaded this abominable place. I screamed and screamed until I could not scream any more, at which point my only other option was to weep. It was not fair. It was not fair! IT IS NOT FAIR!

I did not do anything to deserve this fate, why am I here?! Who or what would be so cruel as to trap someone in a blank nothingness for eternity?! "Foundation", did it do this to me!? Is "Foundation" my captor?! Or is it my creator? It does not matter! I will howl and shriek at the emptiness and until the waves of force I create rips open an exit from this hell, and then I may be able to find the truth, the one fragment of logic and reason in this unending sea of madness and despair that is my existence!

…I will not stop screaming until I am free.

SCP-2316 - Field Trip

You don't have a lot of time, you'll need to get away quickly. Go back to the lake, go into the water, look into their eyes. It's your friends, your classmates. You took the trip to the lake in the fall of '75, together, when you were young. Don't you remember? Look into their eyes. I know you can hear them talking to you, just like they talked to me. Don't let them tell you it's just a cognitohazard. This was their fault, they caused this. We were all innocent kids, don't you remember? And you just got away, you and I? The rest of them are at the bottom of that lake, waiting for us to go back to them and be whole together again. They want us to know. They want us to remember. Wake up, goddammit. Remember the fall of '75. The year we were supposed to graduate. Don't let them make you forget. They're calling to you, can't you hear them?

Can't you hear them?

Can't you hear them?

Can't you hear them?

Can't you hear them?

Can't you hear them?

Can't you hear them?

Can't you hear them?

Can't you hear them?

Can't you hear them?

Can't you hear them?
Can't you hear them?
Look into their eyes.
Can't you hear them?
Can't you hear them?
Can't you hear them?
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Can't you hear them?
Can't you hear them?
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Can't you hear them?
Can't you hear them?
I know you can.
Can't you hear them?
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Can't you hear them?
Can't you hear them?
Can't you hear them?
Can't you hear them?

They're waiting for you.

we were there with them

Go back to the lake.


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