The Toynbee Tiles turning out to be an SCP; due to the 
relatively widespread knowledge of them and their public 
appearances, containment would focus on suppressing knowledge 
of its anomalous effects. 


SCP-854: Dream Bridge 


Item #: SCP-854 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-854 is contained on US 
Bureau of Land Management property in state. Roads and 
trails leading to the site have been closed for “maintenance” and 
rendered impassable, while cameras monitor the site and all 
approaches to it. Supervising personnel are authorized to use any 
nonlethal means to deter trespassers. 


Barriers erected at the ends of the arch prevent access except 
under controlled circumstances. Wild animals are not permitted in 
the area in order to prevent unsupervised disappearances. 


Description: SCP-854 is a natural arch formation eroded from 
sandstone in , and known locally as the “Dream Bridge”. 
Despite its precarious appearance it is exceptionally stable and can 
support in excess of 400 kg without difficulty. A single large 
pictogram in an unknown language adorns the base of the structure, 
but it is otherwise naturally formed. 


The arch has no observable anomalous properties unless the top is 
traversed, like a bridge, from East to West. Animals and people 
crossing from West to East, walking under or around the formation, 
or otherwise interacting with it in any other way experience nothing 
out of the ordinary. 


Living animals that cross the arch from East to West vanish at the 
midpoint of the structure. No organism that has disappeared has 
ever been recovered. Contact with the arch is necessary for this 
phenomenon, as birds flying above it in the same direction 
experience no effects. Nonliving items, such as remote controlled 
vehicles, also cross without interruption. 


Due to a shortage of Amnesiacs of all classes (not just Class A) 
following a raid on a production plant by a Gol (Cl, ORIA, Serpents 
Hand, or GOC), The Foundation is forced to ration amnesiacs until 
further notice, leading to several suicides and deaths thanks to 
things that cannot be unseen or memes getting out of control. 


A "Who's on first?"-esque skit about a Nobody sighting. 


"It's not like we're keeping we're keeping Hilter's brain in a jar. Okay, 
yea - we actually are but it's in formaldehyde! Well, of course it's 
dead, don't be an idiot!" 


A tour of a Wondertainment factory a la Roald Dahl. 


Titles for The Collected Works of The Foundation 


* The Works of Dr. Gears 
* Notes from Dr. Alto Clef 
¢ Professor Kain Tales 


(Damnit - | had ones for Bright...) 


An SCP comprised of a large quantity of "excessively helpful" 
humanoid beings that follow a "target" around and provide him or 
her with courteous assistance in anything they attempt to do. And 
they are everywhere. Approaching a door? They open it for you from 
the other side. Shoe untied? One's already on it. Hungry? One of 
them already made you dinner somehow while hiding inside your 
fridge. Out of toilet paper? One comes out of the medicine cabinet 
with a fresh roll. They'll do anything for you to the best of their ability 
whether you want them to or not, and they don't take "no" for an 
answer. 


A tale involving explicit details on how to execute Procedure 110- 


Montauk mistakenly being sent via E-mail to a small town. 


A (very) junior researcher failing to explain Procedure 110-Montauk. 
Also, a very dramatic and serious tale about SCP-—789-J. 


A tale where some researchers and scips play DnD/Pathfinder/insert 
tabletop RPG here. 


Able and the Lizard optional, 181 recommended. 
If you can somehow make 173 play, you have my seal of approval. 


"Your mom" as a joke SCP. Alternatively, the "she" in "that's what 
she said". 


A joke SCP about some horrible vile creation that turns out to be a 
vacuum, the joke being that it was written by Kain Pathos Crow. Of 
course | would recommend getting his permission first. 


An oil rig that has a seemingly infinite oil supply. Due to the interest 
of companies and outside groups, the SCP would need some 
lengthy containment procedures. 


+ Something in real life 


The Triangle Waist fire is one of the worst disasters 
since the beginning of the Industrial Revolution. 


The logo for the company: 
The alchemical symbol for fire: 


Maybe I'm just easily creeped... 


A piano that plays the musician. 


"Please, come back," the half-formed creature rasped. "I need you." 


096 discovers Instagram. 


And MTF dealing with a cheese-based SCP called the "Gouda 
Grenadiers". 


An object that only exists in a certain hour/minute/secondof the day. 

Either every single day, or once a week, month, year, ect. Whenever 
the time it exists in it runs out, it ceases to exist with no signs as to it 
ever being there. 


A group of normal people stuck in a house in some implausible 
location, no memory of how they got there. Every so often, creepy 
candid-camera type videos of them get posted to the internet. 
Nobody in the house has reported any sort of cameraperson. 


A guy that is afflicted by the condition that no matter where he goes 
he becomes wanted by the authorities, with wanted posters 
changing to show his face or even appearing out of thin air. As he 
got older the effect began to increase, with his face appearing in 
newspapers and even on TV and radio, as well as the charges 
increasing from small offenses like theft to large offenses like 
murder and/or terrorism. Eventually he showed up as a person of 
interest with ties to a Gol on one of the Foundations databases who 
sent out an MTF for him. 


An SCP centered around a political party that is entirely made up of 
cannibals. Should be called The Donner Party. 


A video game. At first, it seems to be a Al who modifies the game in 
its favor, but it's really a reality bender trapped within the video 
game. He begs the foundation to let him go. 


Plaque/sign above an ice cream vending machine reads: "Paul M. 
Ehrweiler, the oldest man alive, also has some of the world's 
strangest eating habits. He only eats when, at irregular intervals, he 
purchases a treat from this very machine. He is 153 years old — so 
old that scientists say he may not even age. Paul cannot see what 
you purchase." 


A demon of some sort that moves around in a location (such as a 
house, or a hospital) at an extremely high speed. It appears to follow 
some sort of routine, and does so X number of times a day. 
Variances include manifestations of humans, also moving at this 
speed, that the demon interacts with in ways well just use your 
imagination. We cannot physically interact with it, and it is not 
inherently dangerous. Hooks... the presence of D-Class subjects 
during iterations. Ideas... we're peaking through at another 
dimension, possibly a partition of some kind of Hell, and we see 
things move there at a much faster rate. What is this thing's 
purpose? Can it see us? What happens if we destroy the 
environment where it manifests? When it interacts with the 
manifested humans, does anything get left behind? 


A collection of notes regarding television programming from widely 
known media sources that seem to hint at some higher force 
influencing the nature of television programs. Probably not good as 
a skip, probably better as a skip-as-tale. 


Someone saw a face near the sun. It peaks out from behind the sun 
occasionally. Can everyone see it? Is it threatening? 


On a mountain in X you can see four white humanoid figures at the 
peak, motionless. You have the feeling that you're making eye 
contact when you look up at them. They're not always there, and 
when you go up to find them they're the same distance away from 
you. They also seem to be present in a few photographs you have 
lying around. They look like they might be moving closer. 


Project crossover idea: Commander Shepard (Mass Effect) 
discovers abandoned Foundation space containment facility with 
uncontained SCPs. Foundation may or may not have worked with 
Cerberus. Sometime before Mass Effect 3. 


A tale about 239's infant years. | always had an idea that she 
created 597 after she inadvertently destroyed her hospital. 


An SCP about a faucet that pours acid instead water, no matter 
where it is installed. The acid comes from another dimensions and is 
highly corrosive, capable of destroying absolutely anything - 
including diamonds. Keter-class? 


PRAGUE is anold city. It has been falling apart at the seams for 
centuries. It is not long before P RA GU EE dissolves into the 
logical subterranean chaos that is the foundation of our consensus 
reality. 


That's not to say you can't have a little fun first. Utilizing the lastest 
advancements in computer science, our team of Underminers has 
fathomed into the unknowable, risking the destruction of two 
dimensions to discover these 218 amazing ways that YOU can HA 
CK PRAGUE. 


A story that SCP-106's pocket dimension controls 106, and that 
more 106's could be created by the pocket dimension 


Puppy dog eyes as an anomalous event that is a cognito hazard, 
where puppy dog eyes force whoever sees them to either forget any 
wrong a dog has done, or give them food or let them out. 


Metaphors are traditionally understood as figurative constructs that 
link otherwise unrelated things together. This is arrogance. Our 
world is simply the set of things that serve to link metaphors 
together. 


"In lieu of recent events" - it's thought to be a miswording in Dr. 
Bright's bio. But what if it's not? What if history was rewritten to stop 
an XK event, with Jack saving the world by being trapped for all 
eternity? 


When Dr. Bright was initially killed and imprisoned in SCP-963, it 
was during a containment breach of SCP-076-2. What if 
ORIGINALLY he dropped it a half second before dying and ABLE 
became trapped in the amulet instead? 


Skip Idea: A beaver that was reincarnated as a chainsaw. But it still 
remembers the dirty catholics that ate it as a hangover cure after 
Mardi-Gras (look it up), and seeks revenge to this day. Only then 
can it rest. Only then. 


Something with a Texas take on it: 


"The name's Dark. Carter N. Dark. MARSHALL Carter N. Dark" 
(Pulls out six shooter and fires at the camera.) 
A wild west themed SCP. 


A memetic contagion that is an internet meme. 


Write a tale where a conspiracy theory magazine learns of the 
Foundation's existence. 


A pharaoh with the head of a turtle. Maybe have the turtle head be 
detachable? 


A skip based on the Roland TB-303 synthesizer and the 80's ‘acid 
rave’ culture it revolved around. Why was it so underground? Did 
people really get shitfaced on drugs? Why were the media and 
police so against it? And more importantly: Is the movement really 


dead? 


Don't forget the yellow smiley faces. 


SO 

SCP #### is a China doll of some sort. Whenever anyone touches 
SCP ####, scp reforms into the person who touched it but when 
they were a kid. This can be useful for finding the origin of various 
Scps. 


A man with dissociative identity disorder. When he switches 
personality his body reforms into that figure. 


A "beware of dog" sign that turns dogs into hellish creatures. 


Do some skip involving platypuses with human faces on their backs. 
It's a mated pair and two litters of baby platypuses. The runt of the 
second litter died. It had a gulper eel's face on its back. Gross. 


icy, glacial settlement 

people live in it 

they seem normal 

is illusion 

they dont look like people; faces distorted 

real fuckin creepy an shit 

pretend to be people 

get sinister when you know what they look like 
wif 


some guy who's so boring it friggin’ hurts. Gives off an aura that 
makes people so unbelievably bored that they can't stand it 
anymore. Thinks he's some accountant or some shit. Holy hell, this 
guy is dull. If his routine is broken the boredom aura expands super 
fast and it sucks major balls. If you can make this better, then major 
props, bro 


These are ideas | was thinking about. If any of you guys wanna put 
your spin on it | don't care! You don't even have to credit me! 


1. Food that turn into corpses when they expire. 

2. Cliche green goo that has a crisis when contained. 

3. A dimension where everything is alive and it all screams. 

4. Dr. Wondertainement's BOOK OF LEARNING! [DISCONTINUED] 
5. A theme park that is growing bigger and bigger and will not stop 
making rides out of other houses and structures. 


A pen that animates whatever is drawn with it made out of the 
material it is drawn on. If drawn on a living thing, the living thing dies 
and whatever was drawn is created in the process. If what was 
drawn can't gather enough materials from what it is drawn on, it 
becomes horribly disfigured. 


Lord Blackwood and the Big-Foot 


July 3rd, 1857: 

It has been the better part of a year since | set sail from England. | 
feel myself overcome with a certain melancholy every time | watch 
the White Cliffs of Dover disappear over the horizon, seemingly 
watching me as | venture out into the wilderness. But whatever guilt 
| might feel, there is much work to be done; the vast untamed wilds 
of the world wait for no man, and it is our duty as Englishmen to 
carry the light of civilization to the corners of creation. 


Today | have alighted in the Oregon territory, in a newly-founded 
town on the shores of Puget's Sound that the pioneers call Seattle. 
Even now, in the height of summer, it is a cold and dreary place. 
Clouds meander across the heavens, bringing showers and fog, as 
cool winds blow across the water, and on all sides the tiny town is 
surrounded by the massive evergreens that populate this country. In 
many ways it is not unlike the climate of my boyhood home in the 
West Country, and | felt an odd sense of nostalgia as the summer 
rains wet my cheek. But it is not the town, nor the weather that 
interests me; it is the forests that hold my true reason for venturing 
to this virgin frontier. 


In the town | have hired porters and two guides, a white man and a 
civilized Indian. | spent many hours in conversation with the noble 
redskin, which confirmed the legends | had heard repeated third- 
hand in the gentlemen's club back on Broad Street. In the 
unexplored woods east of the Sound, so the Indians said, there lived 
a race of primates unknown to science, half again as tall as a man, 
covered head to toe in thick fur, quick and nimble, and possessing of 
an almost manlike cleverness. "Sasquatch", my guide called the 
creatures, but they had been called by many names by the tribes he 
knew of - Semekwe, Mo-Mo, Kwiwky, Skookum, and Big-Foot 
among them. Even among the Indians they were mostly regarded as 
little more than legend, but my guide informed me that he had seen 
one in the flesh two years prior, in the foot-hills of the mountain his 


people call Tahoma!, and that he had heard tales of a tribe that 
worshipped them as gods. 


Tomorrow, we set out for Tahoma, for it is Big-Foot that | seek now 
as my quarry. | mean to find one of the elusive beasts and bring it 
back to England - dead if | must, alive if | can. | have brought ample 
equipment from England and purchased fresh victuals from the 
shops of this town. Tonight | plan and | pray that my hunt will not fail. 


July 7th, 1857: 

The forests of the territory make for slow going. In my adventures | 
have hacked through jungle reeds, forced my way through the tall 
grasses of the Serengeti, braved the unforgiving cold of the 
Himalayas and baked under the cruel Egyptian sun. But what hand 
or blade can cast aside the trunks of the ancient evergreens that 
stand by the myriads in every direction? The guides assure me we 
are making steady progress, though it seems we have gone 
scarcely two dozen miles since we left Seattle.