My sleeve acting as a crude replacement for the tissue boxes on the 
table above us, | started to believe that | got pretty good at this crap. 
And as if | was a damned psychic or whatever, staying under the 
desk seemed like the best idea, considering the possibility of an 
aftershock. A few seconds later, the satisfaction of my precise 
judgement made the shaking room a little brighter. 


Not wanting to be too righteous, | thought back to the familiar 
faces... 


| don’t know how they put up with my shit over the years, but | 
supposed this fucking family was... mine now. | clung to Jason... 
Shit, | mean Jeremy- a little tighter, nuzzling my face against his 
messy, grey hair. 


| don’t know if it was fear or a deep rejection of my new 
responsibility, but the cold, awkward unfamiliarity felt... almost right. 


And then | died. 


Unsolved 


Final Round: TroyL 


It's with a sigh that | lean back in my chair... Finally, it's over. All this 
‘And Then | Died...’ nonsense is through. Too many people didn't 
seem to care, and the ones who seemed to care guessed too 
quickly to get it right... Oh well. These things happen. Maybe I'll start 
it up again one day... 


| stand up and walk out to my car, feeling a few drops of rain hit my 
neck as | climb inside it, closing the door and shivering as | make 
the slow drive home. The heater feels good, at least. | turn on the 
radio, listening with a chuckle to Garrison Keillor. He looks nothing 
like he sounds, being far smoother and more elegant than his rough 
voice would suggest, but that's fine, after all. 


| finally arrive home, walking inside and dropping my keys, wallet, 
phone, and scancard on the table, sighing and walking over to my 
home computer, sitting down and checking IRC to see if | had any 
pressing messages. Finding that the most exciting thing going on 
was another newbie getting kicked from #site19, | stand and make 
myself some dinner: egg whites and toast. It's a little dry, but 
palatable enough. Good food for a dieter. 


After dinner, | catch half an episode of House, then change into my 
workout clothes and head to the gym. I'm there for maybe an hour, 
just doing chest and back, and then a quick run. The light rain hasn't 
let up, but | rather enjoy running in the rain, if I'm honest. It's nice 
and cool, and | feel clean when | get done. 


The trip home is uneventful as | scribble my time, "8 mins 47 sec", 
down in my workout book. I'm just a little pleased with myself for 
keeping my mine under nine minutes, something | wouldn't have 
even thought about a few months ago. When | head back into my 
house, | make more eggs, then sit down and screw around in some 
of the chat rooms, trolling Ragazzo and Echo just for kicks, then 
getting into a retarded argument over something similarly retarded. 
It's a nice enough evening, all things considered. 


| take a shower finally, then dry off and head to bed naked. Laying 
down on the new mattress, | can't help but wonder if I'm really 
getting anything done with my life... But, of course, it doesn't matter. 


Because then | died. 


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And Then | Died... Part III 


Welcome to the 3rd edition of And Then | Died..., an SCP collective 
writing game! Useful information is held behind a collapsible tab 


right here: 


+ Click here to learn the rules of the game! 


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Whoever guesses an entry correctly first (more on 
that below) will pick an SCP to write a mini-tale 
about (200 - 500 words). If someone doesn't want 
to write, they shouldn't guess. The entry needs to 
be written within 72 hours (3 days). If it doesn't 
happen, the second person to guess correctly will 
be given a chance to write an entry. This continues 
until no one else has guessed, in which case, the 
judge will step in and write an entry for the person 
based on the SCP. 


. The character "speaking" must die at the end and 


the entry must end with "And then | died.". It might 
not be from the SCP in question, so long as their 
exposure caused it somehow. 


. While not required, a few red herrings are 


definitely encouraged, so long as the final solution 
is the most likely/most obvious answer. The 
answer doesn't need to be obvious, but it definitely 
has to be guessable, or at least have something 
clear about the connection to the answer at hand. 


. There are three days for guessing. There's a 24 


hour wait time before the guesses are revealed (if 
someone guessed correctly in that time), to collect 
the guesses made. Otherwise, two additional days 
are allowed for guessing, for a total of three days. 


. If no one guesses the SCP after three days, 


congrats to the author! They can write one more. 


. If someone is writing an entry, they should send a 


message to all of the judges so the judges can 
know what the SCP in question is. Judges can 
help for proofreading, though do note the judges 
will tell you if you're potentially being too obtuse, or 
veto your entry if you're abusing the rules to get 
away with no one guessing. The judges, then, 
can't actually guess or give the game away. 

7. lf you've guessed right before and you guess 
correctly, your answer will be put in a lower priority 
than any other correct guesses. This is to prevent 
people from writing multiple times in quick 
succession and leave no room for other guessers. 


Looking for the old entries? Click right here and here for some 
excellent reads! Answers are included at the end of each entry. 
Have fun reading, guessing, and/or writing! 


Rounds 1 - 20 


+ Show. 


Round One: Decibelles 


It's late out, cold, and I'm hungry. Though the 
drunkenness is starting to wear off somewhat, I'm 
already regretting how much | had to drink in the first 
place. Maybe if | wasn't insistent on trying to act like a 
fucking idiot to impress Sarah, | wouldn't be stumbling 
back in the dark. 


Though, the farther out | head towards home and on this 
path, the more lost | think I'm becoming. Shit. | probably 
shouldn't have taken this shortcut when | can barely feel 
my way around. Not like it's the deep woods, though. 
Worst comes to worst, | can sleep outside. Maybe under 
a tree or something. 


I'm feeling relieved as Hell to find an exit, at least. It's an 


open field, but | think it's in the general direction of home. 
Probably another half-hour and | can collapse and watch 
some news. Though... wait. There's some person up 
ahead. And holy shit... they're not hanging, are they? 
They look like they're jerking around like Hell. 


"Hey, buddy! Are you alright!? You still alive? Hold ona 
sec, I'm... I'm gonna come getcha!" 


| stumble my way over there, going as fast as | can. | 
dunno who the poor fuck is, but | gotta get them down. 
Probably call the police too. I'm really hoping I'm not too 
late, and | can get them down and call the police. 


Something's rushing towards me just when | get halfway 
there. | can hear it growl. Growling's not good. | don't 
want to get caught by that. | turn and run as fast as | can, 
away from that thing growling and snarling and barking. 
Please God, please, let me live. It was just a dumb 
mistake to get drunk, | wanna live. 


| feel it pouncing on me, and | fall to the grass. It starts to 
tear at me. 


And then | died. 


(Solved!) 


Round Two: DreamwalkerFae 


Ah, such kind children. So sweet of you to help me patch 
up the old place. Here, why don't you have some food. 
No, no, no trouble at all. | only need a little anyway, and | 
know how hungry you get. Yes, yes eat up. We can't 
have you losing your strength now can we? 


Oh, you poor little thing. Here, let me see. Ah, that is 
quite a nasty cut, but | know what will help it feel better, 
just come with me to the kitchen and we'll get you a 
glass of nice, cool milk. That's right, drink it all. There we 


go. See? Already starting to heal up. 


Oh, that must be pest control. Apparently, the neighbors 
have been hearing some kind buzzing. I'm sure that it's 
nothing, if we had a bug problem | think | would have 
noticed by now. Now, you children make sure to be on 
your best behavior and to stay out of their way. Yes, 
come in gentlemen, thank you for coming. The attic's 
right this way... 


Wait! No! What are you doing?! GET AWAY FROM 
THOSE CHILDREN! GET AWAY! STOP! LEAVE MY 
CHILDREN ALONE! GET AW- 


And then | died. 
(Solved!) 


Round Three: MrAnakinSpecter 


It was maybe seventeen minutes since the rain started. It 
was cold and wet and poured down hard. There was no 
warning when it came, so | wasn't ready for what 
happened. 


| had been playing by the churchyard were my parents 
were wedded before the storm. Pa went into town so he 
could visit with Mrs. David Planter like he did every 
Wednesday while Ma was busy having her private prayer 
sessions with Reverend Bekket. Going into town was fun 
because | only got to go with Pa on Wednesday and with 
Pa and Ma on Sunday to church. Pa was always really 
stressed about his business with Mrs. David Planter and 
didn't want Ma to worry, so | needed to keep it a secret. 


Pa wouldn't be back for another couple hours, so | 
busied myself picking flowers in the churchyard. Mr. 
David Planter worked in the churchyard, so | wasn't 
surprised when | saw him. He called me over, but my 


clumsy feet slipped and | tumbled right into Mr. David 
Planter's work. | must've hit my head and blacked out for 
a long while, because Mr. David Planter was nowhere to 
be seen when | woke up. 


It was maybe seventeen minutes since the rain started 
and maybe fifty years since | went to sleep. The rain ran 
down the cheeks of all the stone angels and made them 
cry. | cried too — until the sun shined through those dark 
clouds. It was the most beautiful thing | ever had seen. 


But the rain stopped. 
And then | died. 


(Solved!) 


Round Four: sirpudding 


| stood balanced athwart that high wooden path as the 
Duke's men came across the gap. By that dark mark 
across their backs | could see they were all of his house. 
| unlimbered my pollaxe and rolled my shoulders 
beneath my maille and tabard as | said, "Fools! If you 
continue on this course, it is naught but rank treason! 
You cannot but give strength to the infidel in this 
rebellion! Know also that I, Sir Bruce, will not let you 
pass lightly this day. What say you?" 


"We are in the right, Sir Bruce. Duke Hugh has given 
insult that must be answered in blood!" said their leader, 
and | recognized him as Casper's cousin, Hector. 


"So be it then", | answered as | lowered the visor of my 
bascinet. 


With a mighty roar, the Duke's men gave charge. | was 
true to my word and made them pay dearly. With my 
pollaxe, and my broad frame | was able to force them to 
come one ata time. | was the better fighter, and a half 


dozen of them met their doom there. Alas though, fatigue 
and wounds sapped me and when Hector came upon 
me he struck me senseless with a mordhau from 
"lrontooth", his famous longsword. Dazed, | was no 
match in the grapple, and he threw me bodily into the 
abyss. 


And then | died. 


(Solved!) 


Round Five: DreamwalkerFae 


Finals week is always such a pain, which is why I'm glad 
that there's only one day left to go. Still, I'll need an 
energy boost if I'm going to get through all my last- 
minute cramming tonight. | quickly stop at the vending 
machine and punch in a random code, hoping for a soda 
with a high caffeine content. 


Just as I'm about to leave the building, all the lights in the 
hall go out. They flicker back on after a few moments, 
but not before | manage to run into the corner of a table. 
Stupid school, they won't even pay to keep the lights 
working right. 


| have to turn on the heater as soon as | get back to my 
apartment. It's not exactly unheard of, but it's weird that 
it's still this cold this late in the year. | sit down to study, 
but it's harder than usual. | keep getting this feeling that 
someone's watching me. Probably just me being 
paranoid again. 


After about an hour of studying, | give up on trying to 
hold back my nasal congestion and reach for a tissue. | 
had assumed that it was just allergies, but the red stain 
on the tissue as | pull it away says otherwise. | groan at 
the distraction as | reach for another tissue to stop the 
bleeding. Must just be my dry sinuses. 


days. 

Agent Anderson collided witha | Three nearby instances of 

lawn ornament, apparently a SCP-784-1 held Anderson in 

‘Santa’ in the style of the place. A fourth emerged from a 

traditional lawn gnome. Anderscn nearby home with a quart of 

proceeded to swear violently for, eggnog, which Anderson was 

the next fourteen seconds. forced to ingest. Anderson 
collapsed and was dragged into 
the home from which the eggnog 
was retrieved. 

Agent Davids was presented with Davids was incapacitated by a 

a gift by a child instance of child instance of SCP-784-1 

SCP-784-1. Davids accepted the which tackled his legs. Several 

gift, but apparently failed to react children emerged from a nearby 

with proper enthusiasm. home before Davids recovered, 
and then dragged Davids into the 
home which they had exited. 


« SCP-783 | SCP-784 | SCP-785 » 


| try to study some more, but it's impossible. | keep 
catching bits of movement out of the corners of my 
vision, and the creaking of the structure becomes 
impossible to tune out. | know that I'm being silly, that I'm 
just over-tired, but | move to close my bedroom door. As 
it closes, | see a shadowy figure standing behind me. | 
scream and turn around, but there's no one there. 


| know that I'm not hallucinating at this point. There's 
someone else in the room with me. | can hear their 
whispers | can feel their cold hands on my flesh lifting me 
up they want me to come with them they want me to give 
them my heart 


And then | died. 


(Solved!) 


Round Six: Mister lous 


Man, it’s cold outside. | swear | had put on my winter 
coat, but I’m somehow wearing my old vest. | thought I'd 
thrown this ugly rag out. Margaret? I’m home! Could you 
put some soup on? Thank you! 


Huh. | thought I'd grabbed the remote, not my keys. Eh, 
I'm probably just a bit stressed out. 


Thanks, Margaret, this smells wonderful. Love you too... 
Margaret, honey? You gave me a fork. No, it’s alright, I’m 
sure you were just distracted. I've been a little distracted 
too, recently. Some new kid at work got the promotion 
instead of me, and I'm a little irritated by it. 


Mmm, much better. Never underestimate the power of 
soup. Thanks again, Margie. 


Uh, Margaret? | think I’m going to turn in early tonight. 
No, it’s just that it’s been a long day, like nothing has 
been going well for me. | also think | feel a cold coming 


on. Yeah, I'll probably feel better in the morning, but | 
gotta get a good night's sleep first. 


God, | feel like crap. I'm gonna need some help getting 
to sleep. 


Non-drowsy... non-drowsy... non-drowsy... Margaret, do 
we even have any cold medicine that won’t keep me up 
all night? Oh. In the- right, okay, thank you... two pills for 
one night... man, those things hurt to swallow. | should 
have gotten a glass of water. Oh well, nothing for it now. 


Wait. This was a box of cold tablets just a moment ago. 
What's... Stree... Strik... Strychnine? 


And then | died. 
(Solved!) 


Round Seven: Bryx