| was right, there were fresh cinnamon buns in the oven. They 
smelled delicious. They tasted delicious. Were there more in the 
oven? Oh, oh there were! | had another batch of four before | 
realized my mistake. My stomach hurt like someone had dropped a 
boulder into it from a great height. | didn't feel like being in the 
kitchen anymore, with its pink counter tops and infinite cinnamon 
buns. What else was in this place? 


The living room had a great curved HDTV, a semicircular yellow 


couch, plenty of photos of the great times had in this place — oh 
wow! There was Tongue as a lass. She looks so young and pretty. 
And | think that's Mr. Ribbit, but back then he wasn't Mr. anything. 
He was just Jack. Jack "Jackrabbit" Herring. He looked so average. 
He was neither portly, nor was he jolly. He looked a little 
uncomfortable, if anything. There were eight other people | had 
never seen before huddled around in the picture, and all of them 
wore these skin tight peppermint suits. A small golden plaque was 
hidden at the bottom of the image. 


CANDY CATALYST TEAM OUTING, FEBRUARY 1983 


The Candy Catalysts? Woah, one of these guys could've been my 
dad. | looked up and down for someone short with jet black hair. 
Ugh, there were two people who fit that description. Mom never 
showed me any pictures of Dad. Always was a little agitated about 
that. Stepping back, the entire wall was covered in Candy Catalyst 
memorabilia. There were the annual department hockey games from 
1989. Candy Catalysts won that year, with the Publicity Puppies 
coming in close second. That was the closest the Puppies ever got 
to winning the hockey games — | had a few good pals in the Public 
Relations Department, and | know it's a sort of inside joke that they 
always train the hardest and lose the worst. There it was, though. 
The big medal. It wasn't even inside any sort of glass case — oh, 
aw, they filled it with peppermints. Was | allowed to take some? It 
probably replenishes like the cinnamon buns. | stuffed my pockets 
with a couple dozen peppermints. 


What else was there? The entryway at the front was phenomenal. It 
glittered with some rainbow-y gemstone and reflected you in a 
thousand different colors. There was a very ornate small wooden 
table for you to put shoes on, and under it was... wow! That was 
three tubs of legos! I'd have to check that out later. There were the 
stairs to the second level. | think that my bedroom was up there. 
Well, there must be about five, and | could pick whichever | wanted. 
Going up the stairs, | came upon a hallway with seven doors: three 
on either side and one at the very end. The two closest to the stairs 
were the boys' and girls' bathroom. There was a small landing 
around the top of the staircase, and circling it there was a door that 
led out onto the roof. 


Coming out onto the roof, | looked over the landscape of dense, 
extradimensional forest. It was funny to think how this didn't really 
exist anywhere. | wondered aloud to myself how tree seeds spread 
into the Tourist Trap's territory, or how small animals got here, when 
you had to say a mantra to get in but not to get out. Maybe all the 
magic just applied to people. | wouldn't know, big scale things like 
this weren't my forte. Even on the board game, | only ever designed 
individual cards. The huge, sprawling hallucinatory landscapes were 
all the Building Bullies Team, or the Construction Department. 
Everybody first assumes that the Building Bullies are both mean and 
menial. They aren't. They have been at the forefront of some of 
Wondertainment's most impressive projects, including the house 
that | was in at the moment. They had found a way to woo the mister 
of the third dimension, and he would do whatever they told him to. 
This time, they told him to be two hours from anything, and so he 
obeyed. 


| had gotten up to the roof in time to watch the sunset — what time 
zone must | have been in? — and it was astounding. The reds and 
oranges and pinks that faded into a long gradient of light to dark 
blue to black all across the sky. "The biggest stage light to grace the 
earth. Behold! The universe's electric, heat lamp magnificence! Feel 
every day is a part of a long, unending show, and you know what 
little kid? You're the star! | was getting emotional. | needed to get 
off of the roof. Turning around, | was startled half to death by the 
face | forgot about. It really was looking at me, | swear. It's pupils 
weren't painted there before. 


Inside, | leaned over the railing and stared down the stairwell, 
hoping that | wouldn't throw up. The cinnamon buns weren't helping. 
My head swam, and | suddenly got the feeling that | might tip over 
and fall. | sat down and leaned against the wall. My head hurt like 
hell. Maybe someone did live here — | needed help. | needed 
someone to help me. | needed to yell for someone to help me. 


"Is anyone here?" 


| thought | might have heard a response, someone down under the 
house. Somewhere deep below the floorboards — under the couch 
in the living room. 


"Help me, please, I'm aching!" 
"Do you see the sun, kid?" 


| began vomiting. All over the carpet, too. | wondered if this place 
self cleaned. Could they do that? Oh gosh, if not this was going to 
be terrible to clean up. 


"Get me my pills! Please, | need them, | need my pills." 
"You see that big ball of gas and fire? Look at it." 


| started pulling myself towards the stairs. | needed to get to my 
suitcase. | needed to get to my prescription. 


"It's circling you, kid." 
"I'm on the stairs, please! Sir, please, | need help!" 


| had to pause and hold onto the railing, watching as more and more 
bile came out of my mouth and started dripping down the steps. 


"Please, oh dear god, please..." 

"You're the star, Brian!" 

"I don't want to go back!" 

"Life's a show, kid." 

"Please, get me my pills, | don't want to go back! Please!" 
"Life's a show, and you're the star" 


| slipped on my own fluids, and tumbled down the stairs. There was 
a loud thump as my jaw hit the post. 


My stomach burned. My jaw felt like it was trying to make me a 


snake. A pitter patter on the roof told me it was raining. | loved rain. 
The sound was calming. My neck was also bending and trying to 
make me serpentine. | must have banged my elbow, because it was 
sore as well. My whole body was conspiring against me. There was 
rain here? How did clouds get in here? Did this even exist on earth? 
My knees could be doing better. | think | soiled my pants, they felt 
wet. That was embarrassing. Though, it was pretty far down my leg. 
| want to go out and feel the rain on my skin. What else could have 
made my leg wet? It's lovely weather. Oh wait, barf. 


Oh no, | must have eaten too many cinnamon buns. That's probably 
what it was. | ate myself sick, and fell down the stairs. That's 
definitely what it was. Nothing to worry about. Oh my, | needed to 
brush my teeth. And change my clothes. Actually, | needed to go 
take a shower. | really needed to go take a shower... but | also didn't 
want to move. | was pained. Moving was pain. Everything hurt. 
Especially my head. My head hurt a lot. Heheh, heheheh, my brain. | 
was Brainy Brian, and my brain hurt. Heheh, heh, heheheheh. Ow. 
Ow ow ow. Shower. Right. 


It was probably good to have hot water wash over me before going 
out into the rain. | needed to go do something in the rain. There 
wasn't much to do in the house, from what | could tell. To its credit, it 
wasn't meant to be the attraction. It was meant to be two hours from 
any attraction. Big difference. How long had it been since | took a 
shower? It can't have been that long, | always kept a good face at 
work. No, | shouldn't have thought about work. That was a mistake. | 
should have just kept thinking about the rain. Morning routine. Back 
to my morning routine. | stepped out of the shower, and stared at 
myself in the mirror. 


While | brushed and flossed my teeth, | stared at my naked mug and 
thought of how | could color it. The management told me | shouldn't 
paint my face before going out into public. "This isn't Wonder World! 
™, you need to blend in." Blend in? If | blended in, then how would 
people know it's me? How would | maintain my signature Brainy 
charm? Maybe they had a point though. There were people who 
don't like weird things, and we always sort of had a love hate 
relationship. However, / was not magic, my designs were. | should 
be fine. | mean, if | had painted my face, what would it look like? 


Well, if | was going in public, I'd be confronted with people. | didn't 
feel like interacting with people. Oh, perfect! | could have been a 
mime. | wasn't supposed to though... 


Oh screw management. They could go sit on their high chairs and 
chew their big candy cigars and stop interfering with my life — | was 
my own man. | was going to be a mime, and that was that. It would 
wordlessly communicate that | didn't want to talk with people. Yeah, 
yeah it was perfect. Management could go shove it. Though, it was 
raining outside. | would take an umbrella, so my paint didn't run. 


There! Ah ha, | was beautiful. Black and white, | had a frowning 
facade and two black tear marks running down my face. | looked 
absolutely wonderful. The mask felt very fitting at that moment. | was 
ready to face the world! | could go anywhere! Literally, literally | 
could do that. Where should | go? | walked out of the bathroom, 
flicked off the light, and — no, there was something | had forgotten. 
Was that really my entire morning routine? | had taken a shower, 
used shampoo and conditioner and wiped soap all up and down 
myself... | had brushed my teeth, flossed my teeth, applied 
deodorant. | gelled my hair in a way that | liked it, and | made myself 
a mime. There felt like there was something missing. Something... 
important...? | flicked the switch on again, and surveyed the room. 
The bathroom was so big, and colored this pretty white and gold. 
There was... the sink. Was that it? 


That must have been it. | was worrying over nothing. | flicked off the 
light, and moved out into the hallway. Oh, hey, | hadn't noticed, but 
this place really is self cleaning. | had suspected as much. Where 
should | go to begin with? | didn't have that great of a grasp on the 
world. | pretty much grew up in Wonder World!™. Where should | 
go? Well... | supposed | should start somewhere familiar. Start small 
and build up. | did know one place in this world, and | should go 
there. Should | try out the car sitting outside? | didn't even know 
where it was; | hadn't been able to finish my house tour yesterday. 
Had a full day passed? | decided | should just walk. | wanted to be 
out in the rain anyways. | grabbed a big rainbow umbrella out of the 
entryway and walked out into the world. Heheh, look at all that mud! 
Wonderful. | started down the driveway, and held my arm out from 
below the umbrella. The rain felt good on my skin. Anyways, no 


more games. | closed my eyes while | walked, and held my old 
neighborhood in my head. 


There it was, the old colorless houses and dirty grey street. My old 
stomping grounds. Or, maybe not stomping. My old treading 
grounds. It was familiar, to say the least. The sidewalks must have 
been fixed, they were much smoother than | remember them. They 
didn't have all their signature cracks. However, the road was still 
pocked full of holes. | guess some things never change. | never 
knew my neighbors, so | guess | only had one place to go. | walked 
for a while, turned a corner, and saw my old white house. It really 
hadn't been repainted? White was such a boring color. | wondered 
what the living room looked like, or if the kitchen was as | left it, or 
maybe what my bedroom was like. | really wanted to go in. Would 
anyone mind? There wasn't a car in the driveway, and all the lights 
were off. | turned around, and thought that the streets and nearby 
houses looked very empty as well. Nobody would mind. Was the 
front window lock still broken like | remembered? 


Yes, it was. 


| climbed in, careful to make sure | never got my face wet in the 
process. The last thing | wanted was for my face paint to run. Once | 
plopped into the kitchen, | stretched and felt at home. It was a long 
time since | really felt at home. | mean, Wonder World!™ was my 
new home, and now Tourist Trap was my temporary home, and | 
didn't feel uncomfortable there — well, | didn't feel uncomfortable at 
the Tourist Trap. | hadn't noticed that | didn't feel at home before, but 
it really came back to me as | stood in my kitchen. It really was the 
way | left it. Untouched, almost. The countertops were just as bland 
as always, the oven was still an ugly pastel green, and the TV could 
be seen from where you stood to wash dishes. | had never seen my 
house from this angle, | was much smaller when | lived here. 


| moved into the living room. It was covered in new pictures. Pictures 
of whoever lived here now. They weren't as good as my family. As 


SCP-751: Organ Eater 


Item #: SCP-751 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-751 is to be kept ina 
hermetically sealed container with a volume of one (1) cubic meter. 
The container must be maintained at high humidity and nutrients 
detailed in Document 751-A are to be injected into the container on 
a daily basis. 


If a containment breach occurs, all on-site personnel are to be 

awakened and the sprinkler system filled with a high concentration 
saline solution and activated. Once SCP-751's body is located, it is 
to be disposed of according to standard Euclid disposal procedure. 


Description: SCP-751 is an amorphous parasite that feeds off of 
the organs of humans and other mammals. It weighs approximately 
two (2) kilograms before infesting a host, and can weigh as little as 
twenty-five percent (25%) of this after reproduction. The majority of 
SCP-751's mass consists of an unknown substance with a gelatin- 
like consistency, with red veins running through it. Analysis has 
revealed that the veins contain a mix of blood from its progenitor's 
hosts along with varying anesthetics and immunosuppressive drugs. 
A full list of these chemicals is available in Document 751-C. 


SCP-751 lives in damp environments such as freshwater bodies of 
water, swamps, rainforests, and sewers. It will leave these 
environments when in search of a host, traveling for a maximum of 
twelve (12) hours before succumbing to dehydration. SCP-751 has 
been observed to move through sewer pipes, water lines, and 
across most terrains, with the notable exceptions of sand and bodies 
of saltwater. It is theorized that SCP-751 hunts potential hosts by 
detecting carbon dioxide (CO2) and octenol, although this is 
unconfirmed as of / / 


my mom. Nobody could live up to my mom. She was a wonderful 
mother. Nobody could say otherwise. Not my dad, not the 
neighbors, not the police or my guardians. Not even those jerks at 
Wonder World!™. Nobody. She did everything right, all the way up 
to the end. And nobody could take that away from her. These 
pictures were inadequate. Mom was stunning. These people were 
bland. That was an unfair comparison — everyone was bland in 
comparison. She shone like the full moon. 


| walked around to the bathroom. | almost opened the door, but | 
really didn't want to. Never liked the bathroom in that house. Always 
bothered me. | decided that it wasn't worth the nostalgia. Moving on, 
| looked up the stairs towards the master bedroom. Wasn't ever my 
bedroom. Didn't want to go up there either. Actually, | realized that | 
wasn't interested in any of the rooms except one. | opened the door 
to my old bedroom.