performance that | can't really properly teach here. This is but one 
way to access the Flow. | mean Yang would argue that letting your 
mind wander is way more natural than trying to focus on one thing. 


But then again, she produces art pieces like a machine so | wouldn't 
take her suggestions. 


Do not mistake this as the only way to do it. I'm just trying to simplify 
things here for you newbies, because starting off with a bunch of 
complicated ideas aren't necessarily good, and even dangerous at 
times for our line of work. 


So if this doesn't work out for you, it's okay. Don't stress out or force 
yourself, that wouldn't be good. We will be trying different methods 
in the future and | will make sure everyone gets there. 


The most important thing is, you have to see that art is not trying to 
prove a point to some other people — you can do that, sure, but 
fundamentally, you're expressing your own ideas and emotions. And 
that's what matters. 


| can go on about how the end result may not be what you're 
expecting, and especially for newbies like you who will have little say 
in this matter. That can be changed, sure, but that would be more 
advanced stuff after you get to enter that state of mind. So let's not 
diverge into interacting with the audience at this point. 


Here, | will first teach you to reach that particular Flow, and then 
maybe how to redirect it and even contro! it to a degree to get what 
you want. And you will eventually be able to, if you stick with me. 


Ah, of course you're not gonna succeed on the first try. If you do, 


you might as well walk out of this studio instead of listening to an old 
man grumbling about what anart is. 


Now, why don't you finish working on your pieces, and then we will 
proceed from there. 


« Professors of Anart | HUB | Foundation Mandated Interlude » 


Foundation Mandated Interlude 


Three Foundation personnel sat at a table. Two of them had their 
eyes fixated on a small pencil drawing the third one was working on, 
the air growing heavier by the second. 


After a few more intense moments, the one working on the little art 
project, Agent Cobalt, sat up straight. Slowly, she placed the pencil 
down and held up the piece of paper. The rabbit sketched onto the 
paper blinked. The other two's eyes widened. The little thing then 
hopped around on the surface, and started to break away from its 
prison. In mere seconds, it reached out of the two dimensional 
space it was occupying. In another second, its structure shattered 
and the previously animated bunny collapsed into a small pile of 
dust. 


After a long, awkward silence, Agent Cobalt finally spoke: "I think it 
expired." 


"I'm sorry, Alex," Agent Green said, chewing on his unlit cigarette. 
"But this is just pathetic." 


"Well, | mean," Agent Cobalt rolled her eyes. "That Pol Legler guy 
congratulated me on successfully reaching ‘the Flow’, and then 
mocked me for five straight minutes on how it was the most terrible 
access to Flow he's ever seen. So yeah, | know." 


Meanwhile, Dr. Samuels, the other person to witness this little 
endeavor, poked the fine carbon powder with his pen. "Actually, this 
is very interesting." 


Both agents turned to look at him. 


Dr. Samuels adjusted his glasses. "If what the Person of Interest 
said in his ‘lecture’ stands correct, it means that most anomalous art 
pieces were not made by Type Blues or Type Greens. They are the 
product of this other system that we had previously overlooked." 


SCP-643: Delicious Chocolates 


Item #: SCP-643 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-643 is to be contained in a 
cold storage cell located at Site-—77's Safe SCP wing. The 
ambient temperature of the room that SCP-643 is contained in must 
never exceed 10° Celsius. Any circumstance resulting in the 
temperature rising above this threshold is to be treated as a 
potential containment breach. Personnel handling SCP-643, or 
performing testing in its liquid state, are required to wear a hazmat 
suit equipped with a self-contained breathing apparatus. 


Description: SCP-643 is a collection of 79 chocolate candies. 
Individual instances of SCP-643 do not appear to have notable 
aesthetic differences from normal chocolates, and on average weigh 
between 100 and 160 grams. Instances of SCP-643 have a much 
lower melting point than ordinary chocolates, and have been 
observed to melt at temperatures as low as 15° Celsius. 


If any portion of SCP-643 moves into a liquid state, its anomalous 
properties will manifest. While it is in a liquid state, SCP-643 will 
become highly mobile and will move to the nearest edible 
substance. When a suitable substance is found, SCP-643 will cover 
as much of its mass as possible. Any substance that is covered with 
SCP-643 will begin to exude a strong, pleasant aroma. Organisms 
that consume SCP-643 become instances of SCP-643-1. Instances 
of SCP-643-1 will possess the same desirability as any edible 
substance coated in SCP-643. However, note that instances of 
SCP-643-1 are not covered by SCP-643, which is digested normally. 
Any organism that views an instance of SCP-643-1 will attempt to 
consume it regardless of any previous relation. Organisms who 
consume portions of a SCP-643-1 instance will describe the 
experience as highly pleasurable. 


"So we have to deal with the chances of every normal artist pursuing 
an anomalous career?" Agent Green huffed. "Sure sounds 
interesting, doc." 


"No, look at it this way." Samuels tapped the table. "This new 
understanding doesn't change the reality of the anart community; it 
just means that the circle is composed of more ordinary humans 
than we previously thought. And that actually means that the 
chances of an artist turning into an anartist on their own are pretty 
slim. However, that could well be how the group originally started." 


"But if they're taught, it's easier to get it?" Green contemplated. 


"Should we go ahead and shut down the studio then?" Agent Cobalt 
suggested. "They are both normal people, so it should be easy to 
just ambush them when they're away from their artwork and 
resources." 


"No, agent," Samuels shared a brief look with Green, then returning 
his gaze to Cobalt. "We need you to finish the lessons. And if 
possible, establish stable connections with the two Pols." 


"What?" 


"He's right," Green added. "If this is what we're dealing with now, we 
need to know more, not less. You'll have to keep up the undercover 
work." 


" But—" 


"If you're worried about getting to create anart on your own through 
non-standard means, we will get the paperwork ready." 


"| just," Cobalt sighed. "Actually, nevermind." 


"You're dismissed, agent," Green said. "Put that art degree of yours 
to good use." 


Cobalt nodded and exited the room. As the door sealed up again, 
Green turned to the doctor. "So?" 


Samuels tossed him a folder. "Remember this?" 


Agent Green picked up the document and flipped it open. 
Incident Report 03042013-ART-0042 


Overview: On 28/03/2013, Martha Jenerous (Pol-4986, 
Anartist Individual), produced a total of 30 pamphlets, 27 
of which were distributed to the public. 12 pamphlets 
were recovered afterwards. 


In the following week, all the individuals who received the 
pamphlets proceeded to read through their content, and 
subsequently developed an obsession to create artwork 
in various forms. The individuals affected by the items 
showed only limited or no control over this process. 
About 61% of created artwork was anomalous in nature, 
and often harmful to human life. Neither the affected 
individuals nor Pol-4986 were able to cease or affect the 
anomalous properties of these created objects. 


A total of 63 casualties were accounted for, see attached 
reports for details. Pol-4986 was apprehended and 
brought in for questioning. 


"Shit," Agent Green cursed as he glanced over the overview. "This is 
the same thing?" 


Dr. Samuels flipped the files to another page, and pointed at the 
archive picture. "The title of the pamphlet is called 'Flow 2.0". Not 
exactly subtle." 


"So where's this person?" 
"Given a Class-A. Doesn't remember a thing now." 


"Okay, | think | remember it now," Agent Green rubbed his nose 
bridge. "That Martha, she cried a ton when we brought her in, right?" 


Dr. Samuels turned the files over to his side, and flipped a few more 
pages. "You remember it well. Here, she cried, said that she didn't 
mean it, and begged us to get it out of her head." 


"And so we did." 


"Yes," 


"So, we came across this already, someone already attempted to 
spread this," Agent Green frowned, "And there was some potential 
danger to this." 


"That, and the fact that she was roommates with our assistant 
professor of the studio when the incident occurred." 


"What?" Green was shocked. "How come she wasn't brought in?" 


"Says here we raided their place, and only found perfectly normal 
paintings in this Yang's quarters. The only thing strange was a 
bunch of empty frames on the wall, and apparently," Samuels took a 
closer look. "A weird stray cat in the apartment." 


Green let out the deep sigh. "Let me guess, the cat was anomalous 
right." 


"We monitored her recent activities, and yes. The cat is made of 
paint." 


Agent Green just furiously chewed on his cigarette. 


Finally, he spoke again. "I trust that Cobalt is not going to get into 
dangerous shit like this." 


"We both read the transcript of the lecture. They took the time to 
warn their class, and | don't think recklessness would do them any 
good either." 


“Trusting their moralities seem like a terrible idea," Agent Green 
sighed. "But | guess at least | can trust Alex's ability." 


"We cannot exactly miss this chance either. If we just take actions to 
stop this, more will appear eventually.” 


"And they will be way more cautious." 
"Exactly. Who knows if we'll be able to get our men in next time." 


"What exactly is in it for us, aside from creating better undercover 


agents?" Green scratched his head. "| mean, agents who can 
produce anomalous things without aid, easier for us, but higher-ups 
aren't gonna be too happy about this." 


"Amnestics to long term memories should solve the problem. Miss 
Jenerous hasn't done anything remotely anomalous since," Saumels 
shrugged. "Besides, judging from what we learn, this isn't really like 
reality-bending or magic. It takes way more time, and gives less of 
what you want, hence easier to contain or control." 


"You seem to be thinking a lot about this, doc." Green said, eyeing 
Samuels. 


Samuels leaned in, his hand placed on the document. "Martha here 
wrote essentially a manual of sorts, of how to access ‘the Flow. If 
that is possible, there is no way we can't do it ourselves. With 
agents trained in this and test subjects, we can map it out and figure 
out the basic rules of this thing." 


"And?" 


"Eventually, we can maybe find a way to shut it down or block it." A 
hint of enthusiasm showed in his voice. 


"That sounds almost terrible." Agent Green said, standing up. "If 
you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go out for a smoke." 


« Anart Lecture | HUB | Extracurricular Practice » 


Extracurricular Practice 


When Professor Legler offered her the chance to join his little 
"unconventional art studio", Taman didn't exactly expect to be 
landed in an extradimensional classroom for the study of magical 
art. Well, not magical, as the professor stressed in frustration. The 
exact word was “anart", but Taman really couldn't tell the difference. 
Plus, magic seemed to be just the word to describe the experience. 
It was like a Sunday Hogwarts for art, with animated pictures and all 
that. It also turned out that they really did have moving staircases, 
once Legler decided that they were finally worthy of extra space. 


But a whole month in, bathed in all the bizarre and unthinkable, 
Taman still wasn't able to create anything out of the ordinary. She 
tried all sorts of art she could think of, from things she was good at 
to things she hardly knew about, but all the pictures stayed static 
and all the clay sculptures just collapsed to the table. 


And that would be why she was sitting opposite of the studio's 
"deputy professor", resident anartist Yang, seeking her advice. 


"You're stressing yourself," Yang said, putting way too much sugar 
in her coffee. "Learning this isn't easy, you need to take your time. 
Which is also why Legler refused to give you any extra instructions." 


"Cobalt learnt to do it within a week." 


"Seems to me that Cobalt always has had that instinct. It's just that 
she has repressed it previously; her Flow feels somewhat clunky 
and awkward," Yang stirred her drink. "Tam, you have to see that 
many of your classmates have had some exposure to this field. 
You're new, but that's also a good thing. You're not subjected to 
faulty misconceptions like the rest of them; your view on this will not 
be limited. And if that means you'll go a little slower, | think it's worth 
it.” 


"Delacroix is also new," Taman protested. 


"Relax, okay? You can't hurry this sort of thing. You see, anart block 
works the same way as normal art block." 


"Just that | can't feel anything when doing Legler's assignments. Or 
even watching the demonstrations. The different approaches, 
focusing, looking through stuff? None of it works," Taman let out a 
frustrated sigh. "Normally during art blocks | guess | would go out? 
But that doesn't really help because | don't know how to do this in 
the first place.” 


Yang contemplated for a while. "Ummm. Maybe the studio 
environment is sort of limiting. It was Legler's work after all, and 
limited to his perspective. | didn't take notice, but it makes sense 
that someone new will be more susceptible. A field trip would be 
nice," Yang drank from the cup, and then shook her head. "But we 
can't really do that. too much attention, and hard to take care of you 
all." 


"So I'll just have to wait and see?" Taman asked weakly. 


"Um, actually," Yang finished the rest of her drink quickly. "Do you 
have any plans this afternoon?" 


"No?" 


"Good," Yang stood up, signaling for the waiter. "Let's take a walk in 
the city." 


"This is really... abandoned," Taman said as her gaze travelled 
around the graffiti-filled building walls. A broken sign at the entrance 
suggested that it had been deserted for years. A few scavengers 
moved around the block, but none of them were interested in the 
building they were walking into. One or two took notice of them, 
before returning to their respective tasks. "You sure this isn't 
dangerous?" 


"Oh, | do have a few tricks up my sleeves. No worries," Yang turned 
to look at Taman, "But we can go somewhere else if you want to. 
The main point is to change the environment; just figured that it 
would be nice to also have something relevant." 


"No, no. It's okay," Taman looked up to see sunlight shining through 
the thin clouds. It was still early. "| mean, is this place like, 
important?" 


"This place itself? Hardly. But a big chunk of the anart movement 
actually started in places like this. It was back when there was no 
market for reality-breaking art and no patrons to support us," Yang 
approached the outer walls of the building. "Abandoned buildings 
like this are mostly outside the public view, convenient to mess 
around and experiment with." 


"Wait, are these all magical?" She looked around, all broken shapes 
and broken colors. Hardly seemed like some place where miracles 
would reside.