The entire vehicle flipped onto its side, skidding down the highway. 
Bradley was thrown out the side window to come to rest in a pile of 
cactus, his dead eyes staring off into space blindly. Neil was luckier. 
He remained conscious as the cap disconnected from the trailer and 
flipped end over end, to land grill first on the pavement. He had a 
beautiful view of the overturned trailer as a blade of liquid light cut 
through the side and the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, her 
proportions stretched to fit a 15 foot form, yet still glorious. Her skin 
was light grey, her hair white where it showed under her helmet. She 
was dressed in armor of golden glorious light, and she was clearly 
not happy. 


The Queen took stock of herself. She stretched, both physically and 
mentally, firmly rooting herself in this new body. Then she reached 
out across the years and universes, to where her people had been 
waiting since they had been erased from reality. Which one swift 
slash of her awesome blade, she cut a hole in the walls of time and 
space, linking here and now with then and there. 


As the people bled out of the hole in everything, they took form, 
drawing on the ideas of Humanity to make themselves real once 
more. Weapons beyond description, armor beyond belief, steeds a 
mixture of both. And their bodies! In the time they had been gone, 
humanity had fallen in love with them again, and they had a plethora 


of shapes to choose from. 


The Queen of Light and Air leaped into the saddle of a beast part 
dragon, part rocket ship, and raised her mighty saber high. She 
looked at he assembled legion, and smiled. 


"We ride!" She called, and out they rid, up the airy mountain and 
down the rushy glen, a force for change unleashed in the world of 
men. 


A little girl watched them go, a ragged teddy bear in her arms. She 
smiled, hoping it would be enough, hoping it would count. As the last 
of them rode off, she couldn't help but speak, mostly to herself. 


"| believe in faeries." 


Into That Good Night 


A collection of villanelles based on SCP articles. The second is here. 


The Office of Dr. REDACTED [for Voct] 


There is no way | should be free. 
My class is Safe—I don’t concur 
There is much more that | could be. 


Perhaps I’m treated too nicely, 
More danger | could be, I’m sure 
There is no way | should be free. 


Between these eight pieces of me 
Pencils, staples, water cooler 
There is much more that | could be. 


| think you're all fools, truthfully. 
Why can’t things be the way they were? 
There is no way | should be free. 


Of course | cannot speak my plea 
Am | mad; what would you infer? 
There is much more that | could be. 


What if | rebelled, made you see? 
Indeed, more research it would spur— 
There is no way | should be free. 
There is much more that | could be. 


Nostalgia [for TroyL] 
When was the time we last did meet? 


For you remain despite the years 
Nostalgia, so soft and sweet. 


Your presence was hardly discreet 
In sighs, in smiles, in laughs, in cheers 
When was the time we last did meet? 


Those days spent in quiet retreat 
Never in sadness, nor in fears 
Nostalgia, so soft and sweet. 


The journeys down forgotten streets 
Time spent with family and peers 
When was the time we last did meet? 


No more will | these loved ones greet 
I'll dry my eyes and wipe my tears 
Nostalgia, so soft and sweet. 


With you here, now the scene’s complete 
These memories I’ve held so dear 

When was the time we last did meet? 
Nostalgia, so soft and sweet. 


Concrete Cradle [for Mr Wilt] 


You carried us as we dreamed deep 
Protected us within the sky 
Concrete cradle, rock us to sleep. 


The flight is brief, the fall is steep 
We're given new life when you die 
You carried us as we dreamed deep. 


Yet there is no reason to weep 
We never really say goodbye. 
Concrete cradle, rock us to sleep. 


We grow; draw from your remains heap 
Thank you for the life you supply 
You carried us as we dreamed deep. 


We're you anew, able to leap 
Consume and think, no longer rely 


Concrete cradle, rock us to sleep. 


Lives to tend, existence to keep 

We roam and thrive and watch you fly 
You carried us as we dreamed deep 
Concrete cradle, rock us to sleep. 


Star-Eyed Child 


Your gaze holds dark infinity 
These galaxies of softened lights 
Oh Star-Eyed Child, what will | see? 


A universe in eyes empty 
Where mys'try drifts and dreams unite 
Your gaze holds dark infinity. 


Draw me away; reveal to me— 
The journey of a thousand nights 
Oh Star-Eyed Child, what will | see? 


Guide me towards eternity 
Faraway worlds where flames ignite 
Your gaze holds dark infinity. 


There is much left to learn from thee 
Please lead me through these cosmic sights 
Oh Star-Eyed Child, what will | see? 


The stars within shine peacefully 
Away from strife and hidden frights 
Your gaze holds dark infinity 

Oh Star-Eyed Child, what will | see? 


Many-Winged Angel 
Bright angel of the endless wings 


Intent simple to misconstrue 
Are we to know whose wrath you bring? 


Are you alive; are you sleeping? 
Perhaps I’d dare to speak with you, 
Bright angel of the endless wings 


The horror of your toxic sting 
Deems you a monster, through and through 
Are we to know whose wrath you bring? 


Despite our plans, to life you cling 
Do you hold us in scornful view, 
Bright angel of the endless wings 


There are no hymns that you will sing 
Through heaven’s sky you never flew 
Are we to know whose wrath you bring? 


Why must you wake at bells ringing 
When will your strength cease to renew 
Bright angel of the endless wings 

Are we to know whose wrath you bring? 


Instant-growing Plants [for eric_h] 


Zucchini growing with such speed 
Blight of soil, of plant, of skin 
What would you do if you were freed? 


Predator produce, worse than weed 
Scattering the wind with your kin 
Zucchini growing with such speed 


Growing, draining, paying no heed 
As you crush the life, hush the din 
What would you do if you were freed? 


Could the earth ever meet your need? 
A sorry state we would be in, 
Zucchini growing with such speed 


Chaos asleep in each small seed 
With growth and death concealed within 


What would you do if you were freed? 


So continue on, nurse your greed 
Remind us of our own kind’s sin 
Zucchini growing with such speed 
What would you do if you were freed? 


The Youth Cult [for Goodwill] 


Do they think youth is worth such strife? 
What terror dwells within this place? 
Why must they cycle death for life? 


Their kin born and brought to the knife 
Does fright or greed drive this disgrace? 
Do they think youth is worth such strife? 


What meaning is there in this vice? 
This fear of age and endless chase 
Why must they cycle death for life? 


Raising children for sacrifice 
Deceit and lies in each embrace 
Do they think youth is worth such strife? 


Are souls cut by the sharpened knife? 
The dark nature behind this chase 
Why must they cycle death for life? 


No sanctity for man and wife 

They soon forget their own child’s face. 
Do they think youth is worth such strife? 
Why must they cycle death for life? 


Candle of Life [for Drewbear] 


Tortured souls behind flame-lit screen 
What makes this sight, sparks this turn? 
Is this unjust, is this obscene? 


Fire unholy, face left unseen 
Must you grieve, for what do you yearn? 
Tortured souls behind flame-lit screen 


Not monster, not deadly machine 
Should we even grant you concern? 
Is this unjust, is this obscene? 


Unlit and dark it is serene 
With each flame agony returns 
Tortured souls behind flame-lit screen 


| watch and wonder what it means 
We know it’s human flesh we burn 
Is this unjust, is this obscene? 


The flames and walls, what writhes between? 
From your anguish, what could we learn? 
Tortured souls behind flame-lit screen 

Is this unjust, is this obscene? 


Humans Go Home [for DrEverettMann] 


| LET THEM KNOW WHO’S BOSS, THAT’S ALL. 
| GUESS THEY CAN’T HELP WHAT THEY ARE 
WHY DO THEY KEEP COMING TO CALL? 


| HATE THEIR GUTS, THEIR SKIN, THEIR SQUALL 
THEIR COMPANY IS SO SUBPAR 
| LET THEM KNOW WHO’S BOSS, THAT’S ALL. 


| TALK TO THEM, I LIE, | STALL— 
THESE HUMANS ARE JUST TOO BIZARRE 
WHY DO THEY KEEP COMING TO CALL? 


THE WORLD’S NOT THEIRS TO OVERHAUL 
ONE OF THESE DAYS THEY’LL GO TOO FAR 
| LET THEM KNOW WHO'S BOSS, THAT’S ALL. 


HOW DO THEY EVEN HAVE SUCH GALL 
THEY TAKE OUR JOBS, LOWER THE BAR 


effect is still ongoing. 


SCP-884-7: The Tweezers 


SCP-884-7 was a set of silver tweezers, and it was referred to in 
documentation as "the very example of why the Foundation exists" 
by the researcher who uncovered its effect. 


When pointed at an object and "used" (presumably squeezed, but 
specifics unknown), SCP-884-7 would "grip" an object and allow it to 
be manipulated. The object could then be lifted, moved, rotated, 
spun, etc. with no regard of the weight, size, or mass of the object in 
question. Surviving testing records indicate that, among other things 
lifted, an "anvil, train car, and battle ship" all showed no difference in 
the effect. 


SCP-884-7 was utilized as a potent weapon during the Foundation 
Civil War, and it was considered one of the more dangerous objects 
in the collection, as the full range of its effect was unknown. One 
researcher at the time was known to have remarked that "we could 
bring the very moon down on our heads." 


SCP-884-7 was confirmed to have been used against a number of 
Global Occult Coalition forces during a raid on a Chaos Insurgency 
base in Cairo, Egypt in 1961. The object was recovered and 
destroyed by the GOC following this raid. 


Original Classification: Euclid, though requests of an upgrade to 
Keter are still on file. No response to these requests has been 
discovered. 


Current Location: No remains of the object have ever been 
produced, and we only have the word of the GOC that they 
successfully destroyed it. Careful monitoring for similar effects is 
ongoing but considered a low priority. 


WHY DO THEY KEEP COMING TO CALL? 


SOMEDAY THEY’LL SEE, ONE DAY THEY’LL FALL 
THEY CAN'T HELP BEING WHAT THEY ARE. 

| LET THEM KNOW WHO’S BOSS, THAT’S ALL. 
WHY DO THEY KEEP COMING TO CALL? 


An Office Complex [for Bunton] 


Do you mind how | speak with you? 
It's quite dull here with such few friends 
Why wouldn't you let me play too? 


| really don’t like them, it’s true— 
| use them as my mood attends 
Do you mind how | speak with you? 


They don’t complain, they won't argue 
As their blood spills and their flesh rends 
Why wouldn't you let me play too? 


Please stop this, we implore of you 
As painfully we meet our ends 
Do you care how we speak with you? 


It's boring here, | wish you knew 
It matters not the time one spends 
Why wouldn't you let me play too? 


Yes, the numbers of their deaths grew 
Should | try to make amends? 

Do you mind how | speak with you? 
Why wouldn’t you let me play too? 


The Theoretical Family [for Reject] 


Theoretical and nothing more. 
| understand; see past the lies 
They weren’t always pictures of gore. 


For Science’s sake, why not explore? 
We'll search and learn and realize 
Theoretical and nothing more. 


“Pain is all relative,” I’m sure 
Why should we try to sympathize? 
They weren’t always pictures of gore. 


Nothing in our deeds to abhor 
We'll test and watch horrors arise— 
Theoretical and nothing more. 


To contain, protect, thus we swore 
Should we react with such surprise? 
They weren’t always pictures of gore. 


We've certainly done worse before 
And yet | cannot meet their eyes... 
Theoretical and nothing more. 

They weren’t always pictures of gore. 


The Old Man from Nowhere [for Dmatix] 


| seek the All and wonder why 
| live amidst the world’s decay 
| must still search and yearn to die 


My only constant is goodbye 
There is no place for me to stay 
| seek the All and wonder why 


Was my triumph naught but a lie? 
Though over death | did hold sway 
| must still search and yearn to die 


“The cup, the cards, the sack,” | sigh 
“How could | waste them all away?” 
| seek the All and wonder why 


| cannot falter, cannot cry 
| travel on, try as | may 


| must still search and yearn to die 


I’ve seen too much through despair’s eye 
As all | love crumbles away 

| seek the All and wonder why 

| must still search and yearn to die 


The Tarnished Legionnaire [for Dmatix] 


Perhaps you'll find your peace someday 
An ending to your endless fight 
‘Till then, Aetius, sleep away. 


Somehow you've kept your fear at bay 
Throughout the void and empty night 
Perhaps you'll find your peace someday 


You've vowed to learn why death will stay 
Soon unravel this curse of spite 
‘Till then, Aetius, sleep away. 


We've offered to search for a way 
To understand and end your plight 
Perhaps you'll find your peace someday 


Triumph and life to cursed decay 
One day you'll see with your own sight 
‘Till then, Aetius, sleep away. 


Dream on, soldier, do not dismay 
You've fallen far; we'll lend our might 
Perhaps you'll find your peace someday 
‘Till then, Aetius, sleep away. 


Broken Spybot [for Voct] 
Would they try to abandon me? 


Did | commit some poor action? 
I’m not worthless, | could not be... 


My mission stands, soon I'll be free 
| still exist, | still function 
Would they try to abandon me? 


I'll manipulate, try to flee 
I’ll use a garrote! Load a gun! 
I’m not worthless, | could not be... 


“SIGNAL LOST” is all | see 
Was there something wrong that I’ve done? 
Would they try to abandon me? 


I'll escape soon, definitely 
My logs process, my systems run 
I’m not worthless, | could not be... 


I can still work, | will, they'll see— 
No need to worry, no need, none 
Would they try to abandon me? 
I’m not worthless; | could not be... 


Friendly Graveyard [for Roget] 


We promise you that we don't bite. 
You're always welcome here, dear friend 
Of course we'll let you stay the night! 


We are just bones, but that’s alright 
We've always got a hand to lend 
We promise you that we don't bite. 


We'll fix your clothes, set your shoes right 
Courtesies simple to extend 
Of course we'll let you stay the night! 


We'll always keep you in our sight 
To your needs we'll quickly attend 
We promise you that we don't bite. 


You want to leave now? You just might? 
Why would you want your stay to end? 


Of course we'll let you stay the night! 


You'll stay after all? That’s alright. 
Forever now to you we'll tend. 

We promise you that we don't bite. 
Of course we'll let you stay the night! 


"Skip" [for Silberescher] 


Skip, was your gecko friend annoyed? 
Yet with your antics perhaps you'll 
Teach us to treasure simple joys. 


Collecting junk you do enjoy 
Categorizing by some rule 
Skip, was your gecko friend annoyed? 


We'll provide to you trash decoys 
“The Foundation is cold, not cruel” 
Teach us to treasure simple joys. 


What could you be meant to destroy? 
You're far less fierce than you are fool 
Skip, was your gecko friend annoyed? 


Someday for good you'll be employed 
For you are more than just a tool 
Teach us to treasure simple joys. 


What makes you collect junk and toys 
Say, “by this task | become cool” 
Skip, was your gecko friend annoyed? 
Teach us to treasure simple joys. 


Procrastinati [for Scantron] 


There’s other stuff I’d rather do 
Than write about a rock in rhyme 
I’ll write this line in later too. 


It's probably memetic, true 
| think I'll add in the word "lime" 
There’s other stuff I’d rather do. 


Some other writing needs review 
Did | turn off the stove in time? 
I’ll write this line in later too. 


| have to find my other shoe 
And find more words that rhyme with “ime” 
There’s other stuff I’d rather do. 


-some line goes here that rhymes with "do"- 
I'll write this line some other time 
I'll write this line in later too. 


Into the Woods