A creature consisting of basically a brain, a bunch of tentacles some 
of which have boney "scalpels" on them, spider-like spinnerets, an 
amazingly powerful immune system and external blood vessels. It 
works by stealing parts from prey, using the clawed tentacles to 
remove organs from prey, the spinnerets to stitch the parts 
Frankenstein-like onto itself, and the immune system to keep itself 
from falling apart. It lacks any sort of digestive or respiratory 
systems unless it steals them from another creature and links itself 
into the bloodstream of the stolen organs. It is highly hostile and 
frequently attempts to escape and/or assimilate people. 


A recovery log/Tale backstory for SCP-771. 


SCP-993 and SCP-1592 compete for broadcast time-slots. 


A native junkperson in SCP-967 encounters the foundation 
explorers for the first time. 


The sixth tribe in SCP-967, a foundation analog. They work to keep 
the major junkmonsters and anomalies from wiping out the other 
tribes, and contain the knowledge of the abnormal by removing the 
memory-holding tape decks of junkcitizens who find out stuff. Like 
the outside world, which from their view is sort of a hellish alternate 
universe which kills anyone who enters it, and is inhabited by 
monsters unlike anything native to 967. They might not even be 
made of trash! 


Who's to say that SCP-1585 has no effect on humans? Might be a 
good idea to make having a vasectomy mandatory for foundation 
personal on it. 


A tale about the secret method by which the foundation gets Class- 
D personal. 
Craigslist adds. 


Someone on craigslist probably has a statue-watching/cleaning 
blood/dung mixture fetish. That solves 173 for example. 


Needless to say, intended as a parody/crackfic. 
A Tale in which SCP-1585 is sapient. Not the rapidly evolving 
ecosystem on it, the jellyfish itself. And is trying to make it's 


ecosystem into a death world with the intent of breeding a 
species of supersoldiers with a warrior race mentality. 


SCP-1585 is a single organism, and it wants to reproduce. In 


layman's terms, it wants to conquer the universe. 


In SCP-1296, mention is made of failure to chase it, or set up a 
roadblock due to it evading pursuit. 


Let's see the Tale in which we have an action-movie-ish 
Llamamobile vs Foundation car chase. 


A hoard of tiny, clockwork-looking, automated pieces of 
construction equipment. If left alone, they will create large 
buildings out of whatever, easy-to-transport local materials there 
are. Just lots of stone, or sand, or random junk quarried and placed 
into huge, ornate cathedral structures, which as far as the 
foundation can tell, have no abnormal properties. The buildings 
frequently have problems like lacking any way for the building 
machines inside to get out, or falling over due to being made entirely 
of rubbish. The builders are apparently capable of self-replicating as 
their population remains steady despite the foundation sometimes 
dissecting a few, or construction accidents, but nobody has seen 
them do so, or has any idea how they do it. 


The SCP where recovered by a deep-sea submarine mission after 
radar showed an absolutely huge building they had created. 
Considering how slow they generally are, the foundation calculated 
it would have taken them years to have completed it to the scale 
observed. 


A parasitic, body-horror inducing SCP which causes bones to split, 
branch out, and start growing into sort of a "bone fractal" structure. 
I'm not sure of a good twist for it, | just had a nightmare regarding 
such a thing. 


An SCP that is a pair of telepathic "signals" that randomly attach 
themselves to people and do two things: the first signal tells 
everyone within a certain radius to acknowledge the person affected 
by the signal in some way, and the second one transmits all sorts of 
information about the subject. (Name, age, address, pet's names, 


whether or not they've been affected by Chron's disease, the 
number of living skin cells on their body, length of toenails, what 
movies they've seen in the past 24 hours, other useless statistics). 
Originally developed by someone or something as a medical first- 
alert system, but.. it didn't work out as planned. 


Six-hundred and sixty-six sick skippers suddenly start singing songs 
of sinking ships so that someday they shall stop Saturn from super- 
colliding with satire. 


(| don't know what | was on when | wrote this. I'm thinking it could be 
incorporated into some kind of AWCY Dada rap or something.) 


An SCP based on the concept "Loose Lips Sink Ships". Talking 
about a ship being sunk by the SCP will result in more ships sinking. 


A device consisting of a large cage, a bunch of electronics which the 
foundation has absolutely no idea what's going on with, a dial, a 
switch and an electrical socket suitable for charging batteries. If a 
living animal or class-d is put in the cage, the dial will move to show 
an amount of voltage, apparently random, and if the switch is pulled, 
than the socket will proceed to charge any batteries placed in it with 
that amount of electricity. After being used once, the animal or class- 
d will, if placed back in the device never cause the dial to move 
again. 


The twist is, it's harmless as far as the foundation can tell. The only 
effect of being drained is that you can't make the device create more 
electricity. 


The foundation is tearing its hair out trying to find what the device is 
getting energy from. 


A historic Wondertainment toy. Maybe a corn-husk doll, or hoop 
rolling game equipment. Not sure what the abnormal trait should 
be, | just think we need some Wondertainment stuff predating mass 
manufacturing. 


A tiny, partially biological spaceprobe sort of like the plans for a 
starwisp of non-human creation. Apart from the biotechnological 
parts being impossible with present human technology, it seems to 
work off known scientific ideas for how a starship could be built. The 
damage to it seems to have been inflicted by a meteorite impact 
"stunning" it, then it drifting for a few million years off its intended 
course ending with it crashing into earth. 


Inside, it has a bunch of chambers and equipment intended to work 
for genetic engineering and growth of living organic tissue, both for 
self-repair and expansion of biological parts and for the growth 
of "SCP-xxxx-2" specimens. SCP-xxxx-2 specimens consist of 
simple "meat robots" creatures which lack digestive/reproductive/ 
respiratory systems instead running off stored fat and oxygen, 
intended simply to gather biomatter, which then is then stuffed into a 
"stomach" aboard the main ship for "digestion" and metal which is 
[DATA EXPUNGED] since recovery the ship has expanded by 
meters. 


Presumably the reader would think, this is so it can build up enough 
biological tissue and machine parts to build a specimen of whatever 
created it.... 


it is simply healing the meteorite damage, and 
fermenting the biomatter for methane, as rocket fuel. The 
expansions aren't armor, they consist of new rockets to 
get the "probe/creature" back into space. And the 
foundation is keeping it trapped on earth. 


The goal would be a bit of a Mood Whiplash between 
thinking of it as a sort of sci-fi alien weapon, and feeling 
sorry for the poor astrochicken the foundation has 
been in essence torturing by keeping its wounds from 
healing. 


The Orientation Tale for the foundation coverup writers. The people 
who make up cover stories. 


The Orientation Tale for the foundation diplomatic workers. The 
people who would staff the embassy in SCP-1483's world for 
example. 


Von Neumann Golems. In essence, each specimen is an animated 
sculpture with an [EXPUNGED] displaying some resemblance to 
Hebrew writing symbol under the carapace of the forehead. 
Assembly consists of chewing up materials, either the hollow "gut" 
produces sticky mucus-like material or heats up to melt metal, 
regurgitating the resulting cement-like substance, shaping it into a 
new specimen then using [DATA EXPUNGED] extends from the 
lower jaw to carve the symbol into the forehead of their offspring. 
The offspring animates, pushes a layer of semi-hardened material 
over its forehead to seal it, then waits to harden/dry/cool. This idea 
was one | had in regards to alterations to an existing SCP, I'll take it 
down from here if the author chooses to use it. Also, a few pictures 
which could probably make good images for this. 

Image One 

Image Two 

Image Three 

Image Four 


A Tale in which SCP-106 is proven to be Mister Scary™ from Dr. 
Wondertainment's Little Misters™. Seems like it could be proven. If 
true, than "Mr. Scary, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment" 
should be tattooed on SCP-106's left calf. Checking could be difficult 
however. 


Also, SCP-076 could be Mr. Mad. 


Blackwood Tale idea 


Idea crossposted from here. 

After the events of this Tale, Lord Blackwood hits his 
Despair Event Horizon and makes a deal with 
SCP-738 which he encountered on one of his travels. 
The terms of the deal. 


SCP-738 

¢ The creation of an "end-of-the-world" shelter based on 
British culture. 

¢ Not taking Lord Blackwood's soul. 

* Not killing Lord Blackwood. 


Blackwood 
¢ Lord Blackwood's body, sort of like what happened 
here. 


Upon the deal being made, SCP-738 creates SCP-1678, 
takes Lord Blackwood's soul out, placing it in a sea slug 
his lordship had as a zoological specimen from his 
travels, and takes over Lord Blackwood's body, altering it 
based on SCP-738's own warped sense of improvement, 
and proceeds to go on a rampage killing everyone 
besides Lord Blackwood within Blackwood manor, I.E. 
Lord Blackwood's entire family before the foundation of 
the time was able to catch it. 


As now Lord Blackwood is still in his Despair Event 
Horizon after this, just ended up having his entire family 
murdered, arguably his fault and is now trapped, 
theoretically forever in the body of a sea 
slug he is finally driven insane, retreating into his 
memories of still being a human adventure while ignoring 
the real world sort of like what happened with SCP-1227. 


Wondertainment product/s intended to be marketed to the antarctic 
empire's world, or the university. 


The IIPES report on their end of the dimensional gate and the 
primary SCP foundation world. 


A swarm of tiny Von Neumann machine astrochicken-type 
spacecrafts. Basically intended to land, set up a small factory and 
get to work on an industrial plant for creating more "ships." Not 
human-made, found after meteorite shower or something. Not very 


SCP-853: Weather Preserves 


Item #: SCP-853 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: In order to prevent breaking 
SCP-853, individual instances are to be separately packed in 
padded boxes measuring no smaller than 25cm x 25cm x 40cm. 
Except when being studied, all instances are stored in Secure 
Containment Locker 37 at Meteorological Research Station 21. If 
access is required, consult Dr.B for the combination. Caution is 
advised when testing SCP-853, due to the lack of specificity of the 
labeling (see After-Action Report 853-lota) 


Description: SCP-853 consists of | sealed canning jars of various 
sizes and makes. Each instance contains a differently colored 
substance with a visually-determined viscosity similar to that of firm 
gelatin. The lid of each jar is labeled with masking tape, upon which 
is written the name of a weather pattern and a year. Examples 
include SCP-853-12 ("Gentle Summer Rain, 1979"), SCP-853-145 
("Furious Tornado, 1952") and SCP-853-359 ("Blinding Dust-storm, 
19812"). At least 3 different styles of handwriting are present. 
Instances of SCP-853 are no more durable than commercially 
available canning jars of the same size. 


When an instance of SCP-853 is opened, the contents immediately 
begin to violently sublimate and vanish completely within 12 
seconds. Between 7 minutes and 22 hours later, a weather system 
matching that described on the label will manifest at the site the 
instance was opened, regardless of the original or normal weather 
systems for that area. Anomalous weather patterns will persist for a 
minimum of 30 minutes and dissipate thereafter. The exact rate of 
dissipation appears to be related to how different the anomalous 
weather pattern is from the normal regional climate. Use of SCP-853 
instances to assist in the containment of additional anomalous 
weather patterns, including instances of SCP-1746, is pending 


fast at replicating, little risk of their grey-gooing the planet. Mostly 
rely on the fast that something had to have made the first ones for 
creepiness. 


A "living" snowstorm. That is to say; a small, unending snowstorm 
with the characteristic that any snowmen/snow sculptures at least 
partiality made from snow it produced will animate and endeavor to 
self-replicate. They appear to share a hivemind with the snowstorm 
cloud as the "queen." Highly hostile to foundation agents and 
citizens, not very effectively as they're snowmen. Presumably would 
have been found in the arctic or antarctic as otherwise it would melt 
each season. 


Dr. Wondertainment's attempt at a toy spaceship. Looks like a 
stereotypical pulp science-fiction rocket, about ten feet tall and with 
a hollow cabin which can be closed with an airtight door. Inside has 
a child-sized chair and simple, video-game-style joystick controls for 
moving in three dimensions and acceleration. There is no fuel 
supply, apparent place to put fuel or need for fuel. Unforgettably for 
any would-be astronaut, Wondertainment has shown his/her/its 
normal disregard for safety, the rocket can at maximum acceleration 
turn its pilot into gory slime on the floor of its cabin, and while its 
cabin seems to be radiation-proof and somehow maintain a self- 
renewing supply of air there's no room for food supplies, no 
bathroom, and steering the thing in space to the extent of getting 
home alive is exactly as hard as you'd expect. 


The foundation got it after it crash landed in carrying an 
unidentified child's corpse, starved to death or crushed by 
acceleration. 


A Tale regarding a class-XK event triggered by someone asking 
SCP-662 to build a superior version of itself, then ask the superior 
version to build a superior version of itself, ect. 


Cue a SCP-based Singularity. 


Some kind of creature which has an instinctive ability to control and/ 
or build complex mechanical stuff. For example, it might be sort of 
squidlike in form and basically mummify the dashboard, steering 
wheel and pedals of a car in tentacles to allow it to operate it. 
Clearly not naturally evolved. Not intelligent apart from its technical 
skills, for example a den it could make would have gas heating and 
automated sentry guns but it can't communicate or recognize itself 
in a mirror. 


A radio which picks up signals from its equivalent location in 
different parallel realities depending on how the tuning is set. 


A Tale in which foundation researchers in the world reached by 
SCP-1483 find the Factory or Wondertainment products, sold openly 
and the resulting issues. Ends with the foundation having to pay 
SCP-1483-world police bail to get their researchers out of jail, for 
robbing a small business in an attempt at "containment." Much O-5 
facepalming ensues. 


A horrific body-horror inducing plague which forces its victims into 
homicidal rampages against the uninfected. The twist, it doesn't 
affect humans. Rather, just some randomly selected by the author 
species of small animal. Think 610, only for squirrels for an example.