> 154. Trial Of The Dragon 

> 155. Rita's Walrus Was A Nazi Spy 

> 156. Let Me Fetch Mein Kampfortable Chair 

> 157. Death Of The Author 

> 158. The Only Cure Is More Cowbell 

> 159. Ruiz Gets Better Again 

> 160. A Childhood Flashback 

> 161. IT 1S Il, RUIZ, YOUR ARCH RIVAL 

> 162. AND NOW | MUST DESTROY YOU 

> 163. HYAAAAAAAAAAAAA 

> 164. Ruiz Charges A Blast Of Ki 
> 165. Ruiz Charges A Blast Of Ki 
> 166. Ruiz Charges A Blast Of Ki 
> 167. Ruiz Charges A Blast Of Ki 
> 168. Ruiz Charges A Blast Of Ki (Part Five) 
> 169. Ruiz Charges A Blast Of Ki (Part Six) 
> 170. Ruiz Releases A Blast Of Ki (Finally) 
> 171. He Missed 

> 172. And Hit A Bus Filled With Orphans 

> 173. Oops 


Part One) 
Part Two) 
Part Three) 
Part Four) 


a a 


> 174. An Armenian Bodybuilder Exercises His Legal 
Rights 

> 175. Coldposter 

> 176. Special Delivery 

> 177. Knuckle Dusting 

> 178. Ruiz Duchamp: Ace Attorney 

> 179. Mary Ann And Salah Appear For No Reason 
> 180. Isabel Wondertainment Sucks A Lollipop 
Innocently 

> 181. Yes, | Am Going To Keep Stealing Djoric's 
Characters 

> 182. Overanalysis Of Meaningless Patterns 

> 183. It's Super Effective! 

> 184. An Existential Crisis 

> 185. Ruiz Seeks The Oracle Of Delphi 

> 186. | Just Lost The Game 

> 187. Updating The NAND Of The Mind 

> 188. It's Not Real, It Never Was, You Pathetic Fools 
> 189. The Oracle Is Kind Of A Huge Bitch 

> 190. wowwee go enlighten ursefl 

> 191. If You Skip This Chapter Nothing Will Make 
Sense 

> 192. Any Time, Any Place, You And Me 

> 193. Rebirth Of The Author 

> 194. Rita's Walrus Was A Double Agent 

> 195. And That’s The Way We Do lt 

> 196. Incomprehensible Jibber Jabber 

> 197. Entrails Gouged Out With A Dull Knife 

> 198. Rita's Walrus Was A Triple Agent 

> 199. Together, As Father And Son 

> 200. A Stun Gun Is Quite Dangerous 

> 201. Pico Acts Like A Crazy Guy And Nobody Is 
Surprised 

> 202. Good Night Dead Society 

> 203. And Choirs Of Angels Sing Thee To Thy Rest 
> 204. Cat Sneezes Are Horrifying 

> 205. The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and 
Suicide Is Press Coverage 

> 206. Wait, Wasn't That A Panic At The Disco Song? 
> 207. More Protein Powder 


> 208. Knowledge Is Power, Power Is Current Times 
Voltage 

> 209. You Cannot Destroy An Idea 

> 210. Boku No Pico Wilson (DON'T GOOGLE THAT) 
> 211. Two Houses, Both Alike In Dignity 

> 212. A Confident Black Woman Asserts Her 
Individuality 

> 213. Agent Green Accidentally Annexes Poland 

> 214. War... War Never Changes 

> 215. War Has Changed 

> 216. Rita's Walrus Was Secretly On Her Side The 
Whole Time 

> 217. And Is Also A Metaphor For Childlike Innocence 
> 218. | Swear | Will Use Your Skull As A Chalice 

> 219. Beams Of Light 

> 220. A Foreboding Atmosphere 

> 221. Everything Gets Super Serious 

> 222. Agent Green Tries To Help But Can't Do Much 
> 223. It Turns Out Every SCP Was Anart, Who Knew 
> 224. Ruiz Dies For Like The Fifth Time 

> 225. Then He Comes Back 

> 226. Now He's Dead 

> 227. Just Kidding, He's Fine 

> 228. Rita's Walrus Is Released Into The Wild 

> 229. Can Even | Be Saved? 

> 230. No Pico, No You Can't 

> 231. You Crazy Asshole 

> 232. The End Of The Beginning 

>oh god just fucking kill me now 

Error: April Fools 

>fuck 


+ Show Writing Guide 


* ask me on IRC or wikidot message (Il am 
randomini, hello) if you can use the title since other 
people may be working on a draft of the title you 
want and we don't want people to stumble over 
each other in a horrible mess nor try to jam two 
pegs into one hole. please don't post stuff without 


asking. that said | will almost certainly say yes it's 
just that | don't want like a gold rush like .tlds and 
stuff where people buy out all the 2-character tale 
names and sell them for millions to facebook or 
google ten years down the track 

use the titles used here rather than making new 
ones 

they should act as writing prompts for the thing 
that you do 

stories should be about anart, maybe 

or maybe not | dunno I'm not your mom 


Allegory Of The Two Bothers 


appears to be largely random. Subjects observed in this stage of 
infection have been recorded as growing three or more limbs of a 
type such as arms or legs, the head may become misshapen and 
elongate or widen out, and parts of the subject may split open from 
which additional branches of flesh will grow. The duration of this 
stage of infection is unknown and not all subjects appear to progress 
to the later stages. 


Under unknown conditions an infected individual will cease moving 
and place itself in a location it deems suitable where it roots itself. 
The fleshy growth on the victim will then begin to spread itself 
across all surrounding objects and consume them. Such objects do 
not spread the infection as living creatures do, however, and the 
effect of prolonged contact with these objects is recorded later in this 
document. It is assumed that this behavior is to create an area 
hospitable to continued growth of the other infected. 


Observation of life infected by SCP-610 by staff is impossible. Those 
infected with the disease immediately seek out aid as natural human 
impulse resulting in unintended infections. Those infected past the 
scar tissue phase actively and aggressively attempt to infect anyone 
approaching them within an undefined area. It has been established 
that should an infected be capable of sight and observe an 
uninfected, it will proceed toward them. If the infected has lost the 
ability of sight, a range of approximately 30 meters is considered 
safe. 


Observation of SCP-610 infected settlements has been established 
using artificial methods such as remote robots. The data returned 
from these observations coupled with the openly aggressive nature 
of the infected to attempt to spread SCP-610 has resulted in the 
Keter classification, however so long as nothing is allowed to enter 
or leave the infected areas it is considered a neutralized threat. Of 
concern are the cavernous areas beneath the infected settlements 
that were discovered during the exploration and attempts to get 
research personnel into these areas are underway. 


Field Logs: 

SCP-610-L1 - A small remote controlled rover is sent to Site A to 
locate missing personnel. 

SCP-610-L2 - An infected Class-D personnel is sent into Site C with 


Seven New Characters Are Introduced 


It happened after the fourth or fifth lesson with Legler. Laufer 
climbed on a stool just before anyone managed to leave and 
announced that there will be a meeting at the Coastal nightclub at 
nine and if anyone wanted to come and chat a bit, they are free to 
do so. 


Which was, in Taman's opinion, a good initiative, but Laufer could've 
done it a bit less overtly as well. Legler raised an eyebrow but said 
nothing, and Yang politely covered her face behind papers to hide a 
smile. 


Some students didn't even raise their heads to pretend they paid 
attention to Laufer, but some looked pensive. That was enough to 
reassure Taman that going on a meeting late in the evening to meet 
a girl who was a bit of a knife-nut wasn't a terrible idea. 


Before she managed to pack up her pastels (an artist-class set she 
got for her birthday and preferred to supplies offered by Legler), she 
got approached by Delacroix, a short guy that always smelled like 
distillery. 


"You're new too, right?" he asked. Taman tried not to wince at the 
stench. Something about this guy made her automatically not trust 
him, though his tone was friendly. 


"It's my fourth lesson," she said. "And you've been here since the 
third one. Is that what you mean?" 


"No. What | mean is that you are new to magic around you," he 
grinned apologetically. "| sure as hell am." 


She paused and stared at him. Yang led her patiently few night ago 
through the warehouse but in the end she felt as lost as always. As 
much as Legler guided her with patience veiled behind insults and 
annoyed encouragements, she still felt new, a river fish suddenly 


finding there is an ocean out there. She suspected before that 
Delacroix was new but she didn't want to ask. Being the only one 
here that was the first to touch that unknown world around her would 
be too good, and she risked a guess there were more. 


"I'm Delacroix." he grinned at her and extended a hand towards her. 
"Maybe we can help each other out." 


"Taman." She nodded, but didn't shake his hand. "That makes the 
two of us new in this business of..." she made a gesture in the air 
and he shook his head. 


"No, there are few other guys, but they are not planning on going to 
Coastal, so | left them alone." A shrug. "That Laufer girl sure as hell 
behaves like a witch and | think some guys more wexed in that new 
world could help us out, maybe." he paused and grinned. "That is, if 
you're going." 


"Maybe, yeah." She finished packing and shut her bag. His 
eagerness made her uneasy. "See you there then?" 


"At nine, or... maybe we could meet earlier?" 


"At nine." 


Coastal was less of a nightclub and more of a bar with a bit of space 
for dancing. Taman arrived at 20:50 and was happy to see that 
Laufer, now staring intently at line of shots in front of her, wasn't the 
only one in the booth. 


On the right to her was the tall guy that spent his last two lessons on 
inking something tirelessly on A3. Taman wasn't entirely sure if a 
glass in front of him contained water. On the left was Richter, a guy 
that helped her a bit when she tried her hand at sculpting, and his 
beer. He noticed her before she made a move and waved at her, 
grinning. 


"You're late, Taman." He said, greeting her. The guy next to him 
chuckled. 


"Actually, we still have ten minutes, James, it is your brain that is 


late." 


Richter made a shocked face and Laufer elbowed him before 
moving her attention to Taman. 


"You're the pastels girl? I'm Laufer. This is Richter and this is Pull," 
She nodded at each man. "That's a pseudonym, not his name. 
You?" 


"I'm Taman and yeah, | do mostly pastels," She sat next to Richter. 
"| don't quite know anyone here, really, you're all Legler's students?" 


"Richter and Laufer are, | am not," Pull said. "| have been invited to 
his lessons by Laufer, she knows how eager | am to dwell on the 
topic of this type of art." 


"Old dick did encourage getting friends, after all. On that note, 
anyone else we should be waiting for?" 


Richter pointed at Delacroix and some girl that arrived at Coastal at 
that precise moment. He waved at them and the girl waved back. 


"I'm Chryse." She introduced herself with a grin when she sat in the 
booth. Taman noted it wasn't a very natural smile. "How is 
everyone?" 


"I'm Liam. Liam Delacroix," he smiled at Taman, she nodded at him, 
"| see a lot of us arrived, huh?" 


"Wait wait wait, | have a question," Richter raised his hand and then 
pointed it at Delacroix. "You one of those sick fucks that steal names 
of dead artists to look more cool?" 


Delacroix stared blankly at him and raised an eyebrow. "No." He 
said slowly. "My grandfather was French." 


"Ah, fair enough then. My bad." 


"What, there are guys that do it?" Taman asked and Laufer let out a 
short cackle before downing the first shot. 


"Some. There are guys who go a bit extreme with being artsy. You 


know, the types that get all," here Chryse slicked her hair back and 
made a duck face. "| am an artist so |am so amazing and 
misunderstood and | can only suck dicks of old masters." 


"Ah, this type." Pull stared into his glass pensively. "Only heard 
about those, but maybe it is for the best | never met any." 


"They're the worst." Said Laufer. "By the way, anyone tried to 
contact Aloe?" 


"| called them a few times, but no sign of life." Richter sighed deeply. 
"Again." 


"No surprise here. Well, let's go order shit." 


Agent Alex Cobalt carefully watched her colleagues while sipping a 
black lilac cocktail, watching and listening and waiting. One could 
always be fashionably late. 


"You are this new?" Delacroix and Taman nodded and Pull smiled 
politely. "No wonder then that Legler berates you two so often. | do 
suspect everybody that you met today has at least some basic 
knowledge about anomalous world." 


"Basic, it means there is more to that than ‘anart’?" 


They were left alone in the booth, Laufer left to get more alcohol and 
Richter and Chryse set off to the dancefloor to flirt with the rest of 
the bar. Before this moment, the topic of anart or Legler was 
naturally avoided, though Delacroix noticed that Pull was quiet - that 
is, until he casually asked them what anomalous pieces they have 
finished so far. 


"It is not something to talk about in the public." Pull said after 
covertly looking around. "| do not want to hide all of this from you but 
| also wish for your safety. If there will be a chance, | will reveal 
more to you in a more safe environment." 


".,.that sounds like a line from a movie or something." Delacroix 
commented. Taman couldn't help but agree. Pull only sighed. 


"| do realize that. But, truly, after wnat Legler showed you, do you 
still think normal rules apply to this world? What you witnessed was 
nothing but a small glimpse. But there are much more people 
invested in this sort of thing than just artists, and those people won't 
hesitate to harm you." 


"Like, what, some sort of secret institution? A government thing? 
Some cult?" To Taman's surprise, Pull laughed. 


"All of them, Taman, and so much more." Pull grinned. "As much as 
| wish to answer your questions now, let us do it this way: next 
week, after Legler's lesson, | will give you all an address of the safe 
spot we can meet at. In fact..." He glanced at a bar, where Laufer 
was busy pouring more deadly mixes into her throat, and winced. 
"Laufer has plans for us to meet in safer environment. For now she 
wanted just to get in touch, but we shall meet anyway, even if she 
deems you not worthy of her trust." 


"She's more drunk than | get on a bad day, how is she supposed to 
check how... trustworthy we are?" Delacroix pointedly downed 
another shot and Pull shrugged. 


"She will for sure try to get more people into our circle and | trust her 
judgement." Pull finished his glass of what turned out to be water. 


Cobalt calmly sat next to Laufer at the bar and grinned to her as a 
greeting. 


"Fancy seeing you here- Olcha, am | right?" 


It took Laufer few seconds to recognize Cobalt's face, before she 
nodded. 


"More or less," she said. "You pronounce it with a hard h." 


"Ah, sorry. Olcha." Cobalt repeated, this time correctly and Laufer 
nodded, pleased. "| was supposed to meet a guy here and didn't see 
him so far. Since you're here, | thought maybe you would be better 
company." 


Laufer regarded her empty glass thoughtfully. Cobalt for a second 


thought she wasn't listening to her at all. 


"| think there is someone left in the booth," she turned to check and 
pointed at it. Cobalt glanced in this direction. "Yeah, Pull's here with 
the kids. Go bother them. Now fuck off." 


Cobalt raised an eyebrow but in the end she opted on getting 
another cocktail and retreating to meet the rest. She decided for not 
to not worry whether Laufer was suspicious or if she was simply this 
unpleasant. 


"What's up?" she greeted them and all three almost jumped at the 
sound of her voice. Beforehand all three were deep in a discussion 
but Cobalt wasn't worried about that. She recorded everything 
anyway, any piece of missed conversation will be waiting for her on 
her laptop. 


"Uh, hi?" The girl waved, as if unsure. 


"If you are here for our meeting, you are around an hour and a half 
late." Said the tall guy. "But | suppose it would be too nice if 
someone was not late." 


The blonde guy only grinned.