yo dawg
this scp?
it's got crosslinks
but the way I write my crosslinks, they don't work on sandboxes. so here's all the links I drop, fully clickable and working

Protected Site-01
your coat
a few documents, a key and an unmarked device
The Stag

rating: +1+x

You step out of the plane, and breath in the fresh air of France. It hasn't been too long since you were last in the country - just a few months, but you always did love this country. It's the late hours of the morning, your favorite time of day.

The car is waiting not far away, to take you to Protected Site-01, which is only three minutes away from the end of the air strip you landed on. There are guards everywhere around you - nothing but the highest security for your position.


The driver slurs your title into one word - officially, it is Level-Five Overseer Number Eight, but you can't remember ever being called that.




KEY: The black moon howls to deny us sleep through the darkened night.

I want all Sites to give me an update if any sleeping individuals can be woken, as well as the last time at which anyone awoke. Include both anomalies and personnel.

No personnel has woken up within the past forty five minutes at any of the five Foundation sites that have responded to me. Limited evidence suggests that this may be the case worldwide.

Be on prepared for the declaration of a K-Class Scenario.


Junior Researcher
You stare at the message that popped up on your terminal screen - an urgent message using the Foundation emergency broadcast system, straight from O5-8 himself. You were briefed on the system as soon after you started, but you cannot remember if it was ever even used before.

At first, it seems to you like something of an overreaction - just less than an hour and an O5 is declaring global emergency to every Foundation site? That's hardly enough time to decide that mankind is undergoing a global catastrophe preventing all humans from waking up. But another voice in your head tells you "No, the Foundation cannot afford to be cautious. Paranoia is what has kept us alive."

You rise from your desk, leaving the unfinished addendum unsaved, and go to check in with your Site Director.

Notice from O5-8: The following file is required reading for all personnel. All non-vital personnel are reassigned to the SCP-0000 project.

Item #: SCP-0000

Object Class: Apollyon

Threat Level: Black

Special Containment Procedures: Do not fall asleep. Remain awake.

The state of sleep is to be regarded as a Class-I Death-like State. This means that any sleeping personnel are to be considered deceased and indefinetly lost.

Description: SCP-0000 is an anomalous phenomenon preventing sleeping humans from waking up. At the time of writing, no method of waking any sleeping human has been found. SCP-0000 is estimated to have begun around 0645 UTC, August 12th, 2019.

Even with the heavy usage of stimulants, baseline humans are only able to survive for approximately two weeks without sleep. Most humans are expected to fall asleep before this point. Additionally, the human body can only survive for approximately one week before dying to a lack of water.

SCP-0000 is an MH-Class "Loss of Human Consciousness" Scenario. If a solution cannot be found by 0645 UTC, August 17th, 2019, it will be an MK-Class "Total Loss of Human Consciousness" Scenario. By this point, the number of conscious humans will be too low to find a solution. The usage of SCP-2000 will not be able to restore the world from this event.

the world has noticed and is falling into chaos

yadah yadah

"oh god what about loved ones"

"what the fuck is the scp foundation and why is anderson cooper interviewing them"

Notice from O5-8: The following is an update to the SCP-0000 file. Reading is required.

Addendum 0000.1: oneiroi shit

that one dream siringe

the new director of site-81
You are the acting Site Director of Site-81 now. Aktus is still alive, of course, but he's no longer capable of fulfilling his duties during the ongoing crisis situation, and the Site needs an active director.

You weren't even very high on the chain of command…

You found his body…

He isn't dead, but he may as well be.

Notice from O5-8: Update.

Addendum 0000.2: the sleepless anomalies and the transhumanists are getting tired

this is the only compulsiony bit and it's just "people who wouldn't normally sleep are going to bed

goc member org rep


The man in front of you gulps. He is distraught, and looks as if he cannot believe what he is about to say. He touches his fingertips to his forehead for a second before rushing the rest of his statement.

"The last of the Nornir has fallen asleep, just now. Our goddesses are gone. They will not return to us."

He sighs.

"And if goddesses cannot stand against this, whatever it is, how can we? They were not even biological, and yet they too descending into the depths of sleep. If divinity falls, how can man ever hope to succeed? We must-"


You turn to look at the interuppter, along with the rest of the Council of 108 - although now it's only 26. He's the current acting representative of the Satanic Scientists, you never bothered to learn his name with all of the replacements. Most of the men in this room are foreign to you.

"How can we defy the gods? We are men, the greatest species to walk this earth. Defiance of the gods is not impossible, it is our destiny. Man is indomitable, and we will fight to the end, and it will not be this… sleep."

"I will not stand for such hubris…"

You stop listening then. You don't need to hear two men angrily debating the merits of their religions as society drowns in an ocean of rest. You'd stop them and try to get them on the right track, but it would be meaningless - the world cannot be saved.

You look around the chambers of the Global Occult Coalition, and realize this is not where you want to spend your final moments. The walk outside is short, and refreshing. You've never seen New York City so quiet. You never look back.

This was never how you saw the world ending, even in all of your years of fighting against the end. Beyond Entropy had been founded in order to save the world from environmental disasters. You had done it plenty of times, but this…

It came out of nowhere, and was far too fast to be stopped. There is nothing to do now but succumb to the inevitable. You are beginning to question why you even fought in the first place, but it doesn't matter now. Nothing does.

You have found a nice bench in a small garden, with a good view of the East River. At least you die in a nice, quiet place. It is no Korea, but it is peaceful and calm. It will do, especially considering you don't have much of a choice in the matter.

It is on a bench in New York City when you die.

Welcome to the SCiPnet Chat Relay System! — Just keeping each other company at the end. — Send messages at least once every five minutes, please. — It has been an honor.
You joined → #general
A.Rosales.Z2 Ah, so you're the one who's been missing.
You Sorry, I just found out about this. I didn't even know we used this anymore.
somebody Generally speaking, we don't. But there were extentuating circumstances…
Overseer-8 Alexandria, how many humans are awake?
Alexandria.aic There are currently eight Foundation personnel awake, plus TheAdministrator. All are in this channel. Current estimates are that there are no more than twenty thousand individuals awake worldwide.
J.Bright.19 Fuck, that's low.
You I feel a bit out of my league - I've only heard legends about some of you.
You J.Bright.19: Are you Jack Bright?
J.Bright.19 The one and many.
You I have a question, if you are still at Site-19. Is 682, well, asleep?
J.Bright.19 Like a baby. Guess immortality doesn't protect from sleep.
TheAdministrator That bodes poorly for me, I suppose.
Overseer-8 Can I get a check-in, everyone?
You Still awake.
MrDude Still awak, boss.
MrDude *awake, sorry. I'm jyst so tired.
other people check in
TheAdministrator I haven't slept for centuries, not since I was human.
Overseer-8 Looks like they finally got Alto.Clef. Was that how any of you saw him going out?
Overseer-8 kicked Alto.Clef (REASON: Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest)
TheAdministrator I have forgotten what is is like to sleep, to dream. I have not been tired in such a long time.
A.Rosales.Z2 I can't imagine what that must be like. I'm longing for sleep already, and it's been only been a few weeks.

You are sitting at your computer terminal, in a chatroom with what just as may well be the last humans awake. The white light of the computer is stinging your eyes, and you turn away for a second. As you do, you notice you are out of coffee.

You rise, stretching yourself to wake yourself up a little more. A little exercise can keep you awake, right? You remember reading that somewhere. In any case, it won't hurt you, and you finish the little routine.

As the coffee brews, you absent-mindedly begin a yawn, but stop yourself from finishing it. The coffee is still brewing, so you walk over to the sink to splash some water on your face. Maybe that will stave of sleep for just a few minutes.

The water is cold and gives you a minor jolt, but as you look back into the mirror above the sink you see a monster. It's eyes are dark and sullen, face inhuman, teeth yellowed, hair frazzled. You recoil in disgust. Knowing it's you doesn't make it any better.

The coffee is ready. You take the pot and pour it out into a mug, spilling some hot coffee as you do. As you suck on the wound, you realize your hands are shaking. You're dosed up on too much caffiene, sleep-destroying cognitohazards, and whatever drugs in the pharmacy you thought were safe enough. You'll crash soon.

You chug the coffee. It's too hot for that, but you don't have enough control to stop yourself, not anymore. Besides, the burn will keep you up for a little longer, and that's all that matters.

Sighing, you decide to head back to the office, and back to the last vestige of civilization on your computer. As you walk back down the hall, the rock you've been blaring cuts out. You'll be alone with your thoughts and your hallucinations now.

And then, out of the corner of your eye, you see it. It scares you.

Your bed.

You had forgotten that this route went your bedroom. That was a mistake. You knew you wouldn't have been able to resist.

You enter your room. The bed invited you.

It hasn't been made in days, but it is still inviting. Warm and soft. Surely it wouldn't hurt to just, lie down? Not go to sleep, of course, but you've been sitting and standing for so long, and your spine is beginning to hurt.

You're just so, very, very tired.

Wouldn't it be so nice to
lie down,
close your eyes,
get some rest,






It has been twenty minutes since Overseer-8 sent her last message. The only other person online is Alexandria, and while just as real and sapient as humanity, she does not count for your mission. You say your farewell, and apologize.

You could have done this as soon as the Foundation knew of what was happening. You knew what would happen, you could tell instantly. But there was something that prevented you from acting immediately - was it a sense of loyalty to this world? A sliver of hope for a solution? The fighting spirit that has carried you this far?

You can't say why, and that doubt is beginning to gnaw at you. It seems you have been at this for all too long, making the same mistakes over and over and over again without end. And each time, it ends with destruction and silence.

As you stand up, you throw your coat on over your shoulders. You walk over to your safe, and an inhuman arm emerges from within to smash the lock, breaking the safe and revealing the precious contents.

You gather your few things from within - a few documents, a key and a box - and get ready to do what you have to.

Doubt strikes your mind as you prepare, and you stop to consider if you should follow through. You could stay, and fix this problem - rouse the world from its rest, and continue on. As long as there are a few humans around, there is hope.



Your mission is a vital one - and you are growing tired. You do not have much time before you succumb to the wakeless rest, and you must escape this world before that happens. If you fall … everything does.

And even if you were to rouse the world, the problems SCP-0000 has caused are far too many to be fixed. Billions starved to death in their sleep - Alexandria estimated that the number of living humans was only in the millions. You can bring the sleeping back to wakefulness, but you cannot return the dead to life.

You tuck your notes within a coat pocket. You place the box in front. You grip the key in your hand. You think the number it displays is too high, far too high. You put the key in place. You begin to regret everything. You feel a tear roll down your cheek. You make the number one higher.

When they find you in the new world, you are on your knees, weeping.

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