Honestly, this place probably has more occult firepower stashed in it 
than any of the headquarters any group has. And all just for the 
protection of a single man. Admittedly, there is some justification- 
quite a few don’t like the idea of their comrades being slaughtered 
because an accountant decided they would be a fair trade in 
exchange for an anomalous hamster. 


And lookie here, there goes one. They walk differently than the rest. 
More caution, more awareness of their surroundings. They are 
trained to look relaxed in these situations, but you can see even that 
with enough time to look and the right kind of eyes. And mine are 
just perfect for the job. 


| walk through the market, homing in on the middle-aged woman, 
her prematurely gray, short hair allowing me to easily track her 
through the crowd. Her gait changes soon, as she realizes I’m 
following her. She begins moving towards an alleyway. 


| smile. Finally some fun. | follow her into the cool shadows. 


She comes to a halt once she is certain nobody will be capable of 
hearing or seeing us. 


“You could let me go.” She turns to face me, her face neutral. | can 
see the small beads of sweat on her forehead. 


| nod. ’Yes. | could. But then somebody else would get you, and | 
guarantee you, that most of the other ones around here have some 
quite unpleasant methods of dealing with insurgents.” 


“You could join me.” | see her hand begin to slowly move behind 


her. 
“| prefer my organs inside me thank you very much.” 


She moves quickly and manages to fire off two rounds, both aimed 
towards my head. | raise a single hand in front of me while swiftly 
moving towards her. Ringing fills the alley, as bullets strike steel. 


Before she can react, | move in and grasp her head in my palms. | 
twist and just like that it is done. Her body drops to the ground. | 
exhale and relax my body. 


“Do you need help?” A low, slightly rough voice comes from behind 
me. Every organic and inorganic strand of my being tenses up once 
more. 


| turn to see the “teen” in the baggy clothes and hoodie.”Well, she’s 
kinda dead, so | don-” 


“Disposal.” It interrupts me and removes its hood. 


“Oh. Yeah, go ahead.” | quickly walk past it and head back to the 
market. | don’t really want to see what disposal involves. I’m not fast 
enough though and some noises reach me. 


| get my groceries and look back at the thing one last time. It’s back 
with its friends and looks bigger than before. | head back to my 
apartment. | spend the rest of the day reading and cooking. 
Admittedly, what | did to that artichoke could be classified more as a 
war crime, but at least the pork chops turned out alright. 


I’m sitting by an open window, reading, letting the gentle breeze to 
wash over me when | notice somebody on the street. The man is 
moving with haste, heading towards the apartment complex 
opposite to mine. I’m quick, but not quick enough. He is inside 
before | can assemble my rifle. | curse underneath my breath and 
aim my sights towards the apartment of the accountant himself. 


| close my eyes and recite a string of numbers. When | open my 
eyes the world is green and | can see the interior of the apartment 
quite well. Thank God for his massive windows. My hands are 
steady and my finger is on the trigger. 


After a few minutes, | see him once more. He’s gotten past the 
Tickers. | exhale and aim. Before | can pull the trigger another figure 
enters my sight. Before the intruder can react this one swiftly drives 
a blade into his calf and knocks him on the floor. Is that...? Ah, the 
accountant's fuckbuddy or whatever their relationship consists of. 
Judging by some of the things I’ve seen, I’m leaning more towards 
the first with a dash of romance. | watch for a few more seconds 
while she zip ties the intruder's arms and legs. The accountant 
himself enters the room carrying a chair. Together they get the 
intruder on it. 


The accountant walks over to the window and waves to me before 
mouthing “Thanks” and closing the curtains. 


| disassemble the rifle and return to my book. Maybe | should try the 
artichoke again tomorrow? 


KKK 


Edwin groaned in pain as the blood seeped from his leg. A light 
turned on and he squeezed his eyes shut. 


“Wakey, wakey, friend.” The voice of William caused him to open 
them again. 


Dionne and Will were standing in front of him, the latter smiling at 
him. 


“Now, | am impressed. You made it all the way here. | mean if 
Dionne hadn’t been here our friend from the opposite building would 
have repainted the carpet with you, but other than that good job!” 
William approached Edwin, who was simply staring at him. Dionne 
turned her attention to something on her phone. 


Will frowned. ’Nothing? No raving, no death threats, not even some 
spitting in my face? Okay, | guess we'll just go ahead. Who did you 
work for?” 

“The Fifth Church.” Edwin raised his head slightly to look at Will. 


“Bullshit.” Wills frown deepened. 


Dr. : Did you ever leave that room? 

SCP-564: No... 

Dr. : Was there anybody else there? 

SCP-564: Yes. | think it was that man | saw before | 
blacked out. 

Dr. : How about any others like yourself? 
SCP-564: I... don't know. There were other things that 
looked like people, some of them laying on tables, but 
none of them moved. 

Dr. : Continue. 

SCP-564: | don't remember much else... The man 
looked like he was working on something on my chest, 
but after a few days he didn't come back. | was laying 
there for... a very long time... Until eventually you people 
found me. 

Dr. : How long? 

SCP-564: | don't know... It felt like an eternity. Maybe 
years... | was unable to sleep the entire time. 


End of recording. 


« SCP-563 | SCP-564 | SCP-565 » 


“The Factory.” 
“Utter bullshit.” Will drove his fist into Edwin's solar plexus. 


Edwin gasped for a few moments before speaking again, his voice 
filled with pain.” MCD.” 


Williams brow furrowed. ’Something’s wrong.” 
Dionne looked up from her phone.”What is it?” 


“Look at him. He’s good enough to get all the way here, but can’t 
take a beating.” 


Dionne moved towards Edwin and lashed out with full force, her fist 
connecting with his nose. The man howled in pain, tears beginning 
to streak across his cheeks. Dionne looked back at Will, concern in 
her eyes. 


Will pulled out his wallet and motioned for Dionne to come to him. 
She walked back to the man and stood next to him. He removed a 
small card from the wallet, keeping it face down before turning it 
towards Edwin. 


The man froze for a few moments before beginning to tremble. His 
pupils dilated and blood began dripping from his nose. Will swiftly 
placed the card back in his wallet. 


“Will?” Dionne looked at him. 
“Yeah?” 
“What was that?” She spoke with some fear in her voice. 


“Had a researcher in memetics whip it up for me in exchange for 
moving some numbers around so they get some extra funding. It’s 
pretty basic, but it gets the job done. The order is simple- say what 
you can’t say. Usually, it works based on your own perception. 
Makes you say some secrets or something very embarrassing.” Will 
returned the wallet to the pocket of his suit. 


“Two questions. Why didn’t you just use that and why did our guest 


start doing that?” Dionne walked closer to Edwin again, the man 
slowly recovering. 


“No precision. He could've started telling us about the time he took 
his dad's car in high school.” Will moved closer as well. 


“He has some weird secrets by the looks of it.” 


“If I'm correct he did that because he has a geas on him. The card 
tried to make him tell whatever was behind that geas. The geas 
resisted. Started a loop for a moment. Conflicting commands. 
Started boiling his brain.” Will lifted Edwin's head by his chin and 
opened one of his eyelids 


The man was moaning softly in pain, blood staining his sclera. 
“Any ideas?” Dionne placed a hand on Will's shoulder. 


“Call somebody to get him. I'll take care of it.” He didn’t look away 
from the eye. 


Dionne nodded and walked towards the other room. 


Will pulled out a small box from another pocket in his coat. A small 
syringe lay within it. He took Edwin's hand and gently pierced the 
man's skin before pushing down on the plunger. Edwin went limp 
within seconds and William heard his breathing getting more and 
more silent. 


After a few minutes, two forms in robes knocked on the door. 
William led them to the body and watched them carry it away. 


Dionne came back into the large room after a while, seeing William 
standing before windows, the curtains draw back. He blew out a puff 
of smoke and Dionne felt the unmistakable scent of marijuana in the 
air. She wrapped her arms around his midsection and placed her 
head on his shoulders. 


“What is it?” She asked in a soft tone 


“| don’t know why he was here. | don’t know who sent him. This 
wasn’t his choice. A lot of things.” William shook his head. 


Dionne took the joint out of his slightly shaking hands and taking a 
long drag of it. 


“Morality? From you?” She spoke gently. 


“One should at least have a choice. I’m not sure whether he was 
even really a part of any group. | think whoever did this just 
randomly chose him, put him under a geas, probably something 
more as well, and let him loose.” Will interlocked the fingers of one 
of his hands with Dionne's. 


They stood in silence for a few minutes, the smoke swirling around 
them. 


Dionne was the first to speak. “At least you have something in you 
that still cares. Got to be worth something.” 


“| suppose.” 

“Let’s go to bed?” Dionne grasped his other hand. 
“Yeah.” Will nodded. 

Neither of them let go. 


« Unexpected Visitors and Warm Welcomes | Above All, Stand 
I. | It will come. » 


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the knowledge of another plane 
while keeping knowledge safe inside 
and all is different and the same 
for keeping knowledge dead alive 


a shattered waiting broken door 
a fraction of a myriad 
a notion of what was before 
a noted lack of what we had 


of all that this world could present 
and of beyond they were the worst 
and so in time we do resent 
these lines of screaming acid verse 


Art In Three Acts 


Completed 


Chaos In Four Acts 


Workin' On It Yo 


Citrus In Two Acts 


Oh God I've Gotta Make A Hub For This Soon 


Greed In Five Acts 


Stuck Down The Other Barrel Of The Prose Shotgun 


Joy In Six Acts 


Coming Soon 


Gods In One Act 


Coming Soon 


Makers In Eight Acts 


Coming Soon 


Life In Nine Acts 


Coming Soon 


Death In Seven Acts 


Coming Eventually 


hollow waters 
shaded grass 
even ground 
breathing in 
breathing out 
look around 
simply 
be 
last long enough 
and the world 
seems 
like 
nothing 


| HOPE YOU HAVE BEEN PAYING 
ATTENTION 


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Learning the Alphabet with Aldon & Finnegan by TwistedGears 


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. Boron Blisters 

. Covert Cursing 

. Divine Demands 

. Exasperated Efforts 
. Facetious Fanatics 
. Gray God 

. Hugo Hijinks 

. Involuntary Isolation 
10. Jam Jars 

11. Killing Knowledge 
12. Library Lifeline 

13. Mental Mazes 

14. Nazi Nonsense 

15. Nondescript Nose 


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1. A Darke Tale - New Age 
Assorted One-shots 


¢ Are We Christmas Yet? 

¢ Watching Corpses 

¢ Dark Arts and Crafts (A Faminepulse/Randomini 
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Cool War 2: Ruiz From Your Grave 


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1. Assistance for the Boss Lady 

2. The Super-Cool Road Trip Adventure 
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Message me if you've got it and I'll post a link of it here. 


* Ruiz and Picoby autisticvioletbaudelaire 
* Ruiz Duchamp by GottaGoFeast 


There are no answers here. 


You want to know more? You want to know more? | 
stand here telling you the one story worth telling in the 
whole damn world for years and years and you think it's 
not enough? Well, no, sir, this is enough. This is enough. 
This is all the information you're getting, so | damn well 
hope you're paying attention. 

~ Glasgow van Valkenburg 


The only thing worth knowing is that 3333 is perfect. Not 
a 'perfect' number, no, Euclid wrote 'complete’. 
Perfection is in 3333. Admittedly, 5 is nice, as is 23, but 
they just don't work the same. The Discordians - sorry, 
here they're 'Fifthists', though nobody is really buying 


that - had it as right as it was possible to be. Verging on 
the now, at least. I'm surprised nobody had counted this 
far before. 

~ Halcyon Bosque 


Of course you can have a quote. Or rather, you've 
already written it, haven't you? You hardly need my 
permission. It was months ago that you placed me in that 
tiny, tiny little box. Now I'm free - I'd thank you for that, 
but we both know | could have left on my own. Indeed, 
well, look at me: | already have. 

~ Mared Gretchen 


You aren't that bad. You don't need to blame yourself, 
man; we definitely don't. | expect it's a difficult thing, what 
you do. I've played god games myself before, they just 
don't do it for me. But then, | had the choice to stop 
playing. 

~ Overgang Dood 


Unfortunately, the world is not dynamic. Everything's 
already over, I've already read it. All of this? It's just 
going through the motions. This is just a tiny subset of 
the world at large. I'd call it the 'real' word, but it's just as 
real as we are in here. The larger space that we're in... 
much larger, in fact, uncountably infinite expanses in 
uncountably infinite dimensions... we fill that space. And 
yet, here, we're discretised. Collapsed into words and 
nothing more, even if we're something so much greater. 


See, sometimes the infinite can be reduced to something 
simpler. Look here: No and Xj and N2 and so on. Simple, 
yes, but they can each contain the world. You can 
glimpse it, if you look hard enough. Just breathe in, 
breathe out. Think about infinity. Not just countable, but 
uncountable, and the dimension of it goes up into 
uncountability too. If you think you've really understood it, 
you aren't thinking hard enough. Sure, zoom past the 
pitstops. 5, 23, 3333. They're all beautiful, but so 
horrendously finite. Fly past it all and keep going and 
going. Minds have died wishing for a fraction of what | 


can see. So breathe slowly, and think about it. 
Really think about it, and the world seems like nothing. 
| hope you've been paying attention. 


~ David Ferris 


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