SCP-3012 Fuck. You got others? They made 
more? They thought | was funny? Shit, | never 
thought they thought | was funny. | just thought 
they were trying to be nice to me. Shit. Did 
they even make Mr. Destiny? That owns. This 
owns. This is fantastic. 


Dr. Weinberg: What makes you different, 
then? Why would you have memories where 
others do not? 


SCP-3012: I'm me. | got hit by a fucking bus. 
Real tragic, honest. Big loss to the world. I'm 
joking, by the way, | sucked. But yeah, | 
thought they just did it as my final wishes. But 
they made more? They really made more? 


Dr. Weinberg: Where have their memories 
gone? 


SCP-3012: Shit, dog. You can't have a 
memory if you never had that shit to begin 
with. Take an ice cream scoop, take a big 
dollop of ambient soul from the world around 
us all hippie and shit, and put it all together 
nice and condensed. And theoretically, you 
could get an entity you can tweak. It's 
amazing, really. It's so cool it works without a 
full soul. It'd suck to have to find a dead body 
for every Mister, you know? That shit is nasty. 


Dr. Weinberg: So you were involved in the 


Misters Against Weed? 
SCP-3012: Yeah. | wrote the joke. 


Dr. Weinberg: So you're familiar with 
Pol-6870, Jude Kriyot? 


SCP-3012: You mean Blunt? Yeah, shit, | 
knew Blunt. What the fuck are the numbers 
for, dude? Pee-oh-eye? Whatever, Dr. Dorko. 
Fuck, can you believe Blunt liked my joke? | 
didn't think he liked me. But shit, he liked my 
joke. 


Further communication with SCP-3012 was 
met with continued asides about happiness 
regarding the “success” of its “joke.” No other 
viable information was found. 


With the information that SCP-3012 is a former 
high-ranking member of Gol-5869, “Gamers 
Against Weed,” further interviews have been 
authorized. 


Archived Interview-3012-7W: 
+ Open 


Dr. Weinberg: Hello again, SCP-3012? Are 
you comfortable? 


SCP-3012: | actually don't have any real bodily 
feelings at all. It's pretty cool. The only thing | 
feel is, you know, when | make the words on 
the walls. 


Dr. Weinberg: What does that feel like? 


SCP-3012: Feels like if string could come out 
of your fingers. If you had orifices there. It feels 
natural, like it's ready. | mean, there's nothing 
happening. It's obviously my fucking, you 


know, phantom body feelings. A confused soul 
stuck in a fucked up brought back body trying 
to remember touches. It's because of the 
nature of the way they took my soul, you know. 
Just yanked it. Wild shit, right? God, | could 
talk all day about this shit. 


Dr. Weinberg: We have. 


SCP-3012: You're okay for a janitor, you 
know? | know what you're doing. | mean we 
both know what you're doing here. But it's cool 
to talk. You're pretty smart. And you study this 
shit, don't you? | always used to infodump a 
little too much. About this shit. Plugged up the 
chat. After | did it, I'd always feel so anxious. 
They never said anything. 


Dr. Weinberg: You felt like an outsider? 


SCP-3012: It's more, like, just added to my 
mounting list of character flaws. Always 
thought it was gonna be the straw and the 
camel. 


Dr. Weinberg: You're not that bad. 


SCP-3012: Fuck you, dorko. But yeah, | am. | 
always had a natural inclination toward 
meanness. | don't know why Blunt kept me. | 
think he felt bad for me. | thought he always 
regretted it. When he let me into the group. | 
just, you know, I'm aggressive. | don't know. 
The chat was a gentle place. A lot of people 
there were hurting and looking for laughs. I've 
always been in the fucking, uh, you know. 
Insult comedy puppet dog? That shit is 
hysterical. Wasn't exactly the best fit for the 
room sometimes. 


They made fun of each other. But | was always 


meaner. More cutting. | got banned a few 
times, you know. Like more than anyone else. 
You know how fucked up you gotta be to get 
banned from the Gamers Against Weed chat? 
| remember how disappointed Bones would 
always be. That hurt the most. 


| remember, shit, | don't know why | always tell 
you this shit. | remember this one time | said 
something horrible to JJ. | got banned. | felt 
like such a piece of shit. | mean, | never 
considered it. | was trying to be playful, you 
know. Like a playful joke. Jesus, that was me. 
And they always let me come back. | think, it 
was because they knew | was stupid. | was 
alone. Shit, when | first joined, | had to have 
been seventeen. 


| just thought that shit was acceptable. | 
thought a slur wasn't bad if you said it without 
trying to be hateful. But it's always hateful, isn't 
it? | was always good at hate. Even when | 
didn't know it. | don't know. | just don't know 
how they dealt with me. | thought, you know, if 
you were offended, you were policing humor. 
But they, uh, they always let me back. They 
always told me what | did wrong. And, uh, | 
just can't believe they're still doing the Misters. 


Dr. Weinberg: What did you say? 


SCP-3012: | said, “if JJ's so lucky, why was he 
born a faggot?” | just, | don't know. It's one of 
those things you think of all the time when you 
close your eyes. Which, | don't need to do, so 
this is like metaphorical. | remember how JJ 
just logged off. And he's untouchable. JJ has 
never been uncomfortable in his life, and | 
made him log off. 


JJ wanted me back the next day. Bones and 


Blunt wouldn't have it. They said | needed 
some thinking time. It was good for me. | hated 
them for it at the time. But they were right. 
Fucking robots and stoners, right? 


Dr. Weinberg: Why not Mr. Deadly Sins, if you 
really consider yourself so bad? 


SCP-3012: | wanted to be able to use my 
meanness to be good. | wanted to save 
people, and | wanted to be alone, so | couldn't 
hurt anyone anymore. Threats, gore, being 
creepy, | guess it comes natural to me. Jesus. 
I'm still fucked up they liked me, in the end. 
They kept up my joke. 


Dr. Weinberg: Couldn't they just think it was 
funny? 


SCP-3012: | don't know if they even think I'm 
funny, honest. Maybe this is just how they 
remember me. How they keep me alive. They 
let me go after | got all Mister'd, like | asked. | 
wanted to go out and do it. | figured, you know, 
they just, you know, felt bad. They were just 
doing my last wishes. But keeping it up? It's 
weird. It makes me feel like | did matter. | wish 
| didn't leave so soon. But it was better that 
way. The whole point of this is to be, you 
know, full-on Mr. Ominous. Mr. Ominous can't 
hang out in his bud Blunt's room and smoke 
weed and get in screaming matches with his 
roommate. Mr. Ominous, you know, fucking, 
writes the magic words on the wall and makes 
teens shit themselves. 


Dr. Weinberg: It sounds almost noble. But is 
scaring them really the best way to go about 
this? 


SCP-3012: | don't really know anything else. 


Archived Interview-3012-17W: 
+ Open 


At this point in time, SCP-3012's physical form 
was failing. Due to its anomalies, medical 
intervention was impossible. This was the last 
time SCP-3012 was able to be interviewed. 


Before Dr. Weinberg could begin, SCP-3012 
began the interview. 


SCP-3012: So is this a meeting about how I'm 
dying? 


Dr. Weinberg: Do you want to call ita 
meeting? 


SCP-3012: It doesn't matter. I'm just being 
weird. | never told you how | found about Dr. 
Wondertainment, right? You never asked. 
Seems like slipshod detective work. But, | had 
one of their things as a kid. You hear about the 
fucking chicken soup they make? Stick to the 
fucking toys. 


Dr. Weinberg: So thus began a lifelong 
obsession, | take it? 


SCP-3012: Oh yeah. Heavy into conspiracy 
theory shit and the occult. Magic shit. It's how | 
got into the chat, you know. In the end. 


Dr. Weinberg: SCP-3012, I've been reviewing 
past conversations we've had, and I've seen 
you mention a “sheep” a few times. I've never 
probed, because, well, | know you don't like 
that. But, before we can't speak anymore, 
could you tell me what you meant? 


SCP-3012: My grandma's guard sheep. 


SCP-364: lonian Drop Point 


Item #: SCP-364 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: Since SCP-364 cannot be 
reached by humans, containment measures consist primarily of 
finding and suppressing any information about SCP-364 before such 
information can be publicly disseminated. Foundation assets have 
been inserted into all major space agencies and most private space 
exploration companies, with standing orders to report back on any 
actions planned or being carried out that could potentially expose 
SCP-364. A task force has also been set up to monitor actions by 
amateur astronomers, although the chances of independent 
discovery of SCP-364 from ground-based installations are quite 
small. 


Description: SCP-364 is a point several hundred meters above the 
volcano Surt on lo, the innermost of Jupiter’s Galilean satellites. At 
irregular intervals, varying amounts of material (up to 4000 cubic 
meters at a time) spontaneously appear at this location and settle 
into Surt, where the material is incinerated by the lava flow from the 
volcano. The mechanism by which this material appears is not 
known, and no permanent physical structure has as yet been 
detected near SCP-364, at any other location on lo, or anywhere 
else in the Jovian system. In addition, no unusual energy emissions 
have been detected coming from SCP-364 or the surrounding area. 


The material that appears is usually a heterogeneous mixture of 
substances, including metals (particularly ferrous and titanitic 
alloys), organic compounds, siliceous compounds, and several 
unknown materials (though spectrographic analysis suggests that 
these may include stable super-heavy elements). On at least four 
occasions, probes have detected marks on the material that appear 
to be a written language in an unknown script. In addition, a strong 
correlation has been discovered between the thermal output of Surt 


Dr. Weinberg: You're going to have to explain 
this one to me. 


SCP-3012: She had this stuffed animal. 
Must've been my mom's. It was old. A sheep, 
obviously. It had a pointy black triangle face. 
But it didn't have any eyes. It stood up on 
these weirdly hard little feet. And it didn't have 
eyes. It just stared. So she'd put it in front of 
places she didn't want me going to. And | 
guess it was for the best. My grandpa made 
the house in the sixties. You could fit a fucking 
watermelon through the spokes in the 
bannister. | don't think they knew about safety 
back then. 


She was a bitch, though. She always yelled at 
me. Always screamed at me to stay out of her 
backyard. She lived near a fucking forest. 
Always told me some bad man was gonna 
snatch me if | ran too far. Hit me a couple 
times. | loved her, though. | had to love my 
grandma. And, | don't know. That's what safety 
is to me. It's doing the mean things to make 
people not dead. | guess. It's not exactly the 
best move, but it's all | got, dorko. 


Dr. Weinberg: Thank you for telling me this. | 
admit, it's been on my mind. 


SCP-3012: It's cool you're so interested in my 
shit. But yeah, I'm getting tired. | think | need 
to go now. Doctor, | just wanna tell you, no 
matter what animes say, the prototype is 
always way shittier. 


Dr. Weinberg: That's fine, SCP-3012. | hope 
you have a comfortable evening. We will make 
your passing as peaceful as possible. 


SCP-3012: Yeah. |'m not worried. I'm 


persistent. 


Dr. Weinberg: What do you mean? 


SCP-3012: I'm not about to ruin the surprise, 
dog. 


Archived Document-3012: 


Holy Heck! How did you even find your very own Mr. 
Ominous by Gamers Against Weed!? What does it even 
mean for an entity to be discontinued? When you stop 
playing with a toy, does it die? Who is Dr. 
Wondertainment? 


Find them all and become Mr. Gamer! 


01. Mr. 


Literal Serial Killer 


02. Mr. Normie 


03. Mr. 
04. Mr. 
20. Mr. 
21. Mr. 
22. Mr. 
23. Mr. 
24. Mr. 
25. Mr. 
26. Mr. 
27. Mr. 
28. Mr. 
29. Mr. 
30. Mr. 
31. Ms. 
32. Mr. 


Bernie Sanders 

Get Anything For Free In Any Shop 
Sex Number 

Heavenly Virtues 

Deadly Sins 

Original Character 

D.A.R.E. 

Gentrification 

Mad About Video Games 

Meme 

Ominous (discontinued) ¥ 
Destiny 

Monty Python And The Holy Grail 
Zapatista 

Hax 


33. Mr. Just Has The Tattoo 


34. Mr. 
35. Mr. 


Top Text and Mr. Bottom Text 
Finale 


SCP-3013: An Expression of Mourning 


SCP-3013, prior to Experiment 3013-8. 


Item #: SCP-3013 
Object Class: Euclid Keter 


Special Containment Procedures: Following the events of 
Experiment 3013-8, SCP-3013 is currently located in what was 
Secure Holding Facility B of Site- . This room has been surrounded 
by a hermetically sealed container. On no account are any structural 
changes to be made to this holding facility or container, unless to 
reinforce the former Secure Holding Facility B. Surveillance cameras 
and guards are posted at intervals around this chamber. One 
entrance leads directly to SCP-3013’s holding chamber; this is not to 
be used unless some way is found to penetrate the SCP-3013-1 
instance currently permeating the holding chamber. 


Previous Containment Procedures 


SCP-3013 is currently located in Secure Holding Facility 
B in Site- . SCP-3013 is to be fitted with a painting on 
canvas or paper at all times. The painting currently used 
is a copy of Johannes Vermeer’s "The Milkmaid", 
although due to the eventually violent nature of the 
SCP-3013-1 instances which are created as a result of 
these procedures, the search for an alternate painting is 
Ongoing. The SCP-3013-1 instances created as a result 
of these procedures are to be given a variety of tasks 
which approximate duties which a female Dutch servant 
would have performed in the mid-17th century. Armed 
guards are to be present at all times to prevent violent 
outbursts which might damage SCP-3013. Due to the 
inevitability of a violent outburst occurring after 14 hours, 
it is recommended that the current SCP-3013-1 instance 
be terminated every 12 hours. 


Description: SCP-3013 is a wooden picture frame, which will alter 
its size, shape and style to accommodate any painted canvas or 
paper inserted into it. Once a painting is inserted into it, SCP-3013-1 
instances will begin to manifest in the surrounding area. 
SCP-3013-1 instances are usually objects, people or alterations to 
the landscape which resemble features of the painting inserted into 
SCP-3013. 


The nature of these SCP-3013-1 instances changes depending on 
the painting in question. In a portrait-painting, or a picture dominated 
by human or animal figures, SCP-3013-1 instance will usually 
resemble the human or animal figures present in the painting. Such 
SCP-3013-1 instances will ordinarily be sapient, and will possess 
personality traits related to the subjects of the painting or the nature 
of their composition. If a painting with a lesser focus on human or 
animal figures is placed in SCP-3013, such as a landscape painting 
or an abstract piece, then SCP-3013-1 instances will often instead 
be an alteration of the physical environment around SCP-3013. 
Further details can be found in the experiment log below. 


Should SCP-3013 not have a painting within it, then an SCP-3013-2 
event will occur. This consists of gradual damage affecting the 
landscape surrounding SCP-3013, usually via noticeable 
subsidence in the surrounding area, in addition to cracks and fault 
lines appearing over the course of several hours in the landscape 
and any structures close to SCP-3013. Although SCP-3013 is not 
indestructible, attempts to harm it simply result in extremely fast- 
acting and intense SCP-3013-2 events.