So when the cop asks Eddie what he was doing there, 
how'd he find this arm, Eddie says his voices led him 
there, told him that’s where Meredith was. If there was a 
wrong answer short of “I killed her’, that was it. 


Eddie was a loner, didn’t fit in at school, and he found 
the body under suspicious circumstances. Although the 
cops didn’t find any evidence to actually charge him with, 
god knows they tried, the town rumor mill pretty much 
decided he was guilty. He couldn’t handle it, and left 
town without saying anything a month or two later. 


That would be the last time I’d ever see Eddie. 


My life went on, though, and shit stayed more or less the 
same for seven years, until one day state police come 
knocking at my door, asking about Eddie. Apparently, 
they’d found him OD’d on heroin in some fleabag motel 
outside of Wellborn, Florida, of all places. 


The previous night forty police departments all across 
the country had gotten calls from someone telling them 
voices had revealed the location of a local missing 
person. The next morning, forty bodies were recovered, 
and the phone calls traced back to Room 134 at the 
Americana Motel in Wellborn. A local patrolman busted 
in the room door that afternoon, found my brother’s 
corpse splayed across the bed, and the phone hanging 
off the hook, the number for the non-emergency line of 
the Chickasha, Oklahoma police department still dialed 
in, the call unmade. 


| haven't had the heart to look up who it was, but 
somewhere, deep down, | know that they're never going 
to find the forty-first body now. 


The Doll in the Dream by Dexanote 
| once had a nightmare about a doll. 


It was a very short one, but it’s stuck with me my whole 
life. She was looking down at me, her face right up next 
to mine. She was pretty, almost porcelain but not quite, 
you can almost imagine her yourself. 


The thing that sticks with me was her face. | looked into 
her eyes and saw green glitter all pasted to them. Pasted 
directly onto her eyeballs, with plain white school glue. It 
was in her eyelids, in her tear ducts, green shiny sparkly 
glitter piled and crushed deep into the glue. It was gooey 
and wet and fresh and | could even smell that white 
school glue smell. We all know that smell, don’t we? 


Then she spoke. 
“Look at what I’ve done to myself.” 


She said it with such a smile in her voice, happy, loving. 
And right there, in my dream, | realized that she did this 
because she thought | would like it. She blinded herself 
for me on a whim. | think | screamed. 


And then | woke up. | didn’t sleep much after that, and 
since then | try to avoid glitter. I’m fortunate that | don’t 
usually encounter it in everyday life, and | don’t tell many 
people about the dream so nobody’s going to prank me 
or anything. It’s such a silly thing, but | just... really hate 
it. 


Still, that’s not enough. Every few weeks, I'll find a single 
piece of green glitter in my house. Always about a 
sixteenth of an inch square, shiny metallic green, vivid 
like an emerald. Big enough to notice, small enough to 
be missed. I’ve found them on the couch, on the counter, 
usually on the floor. Once on my shoe - it must have 
been on my sole, picking it up somewhere when | was 
running errands. Must have kicked it onto the other 


SCP-611: Parasitic Toothpick 


Item #: SCP-611 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-611 must be sealed within 
its specified enclosure at all times. SCP-611 should be provided with 
one piece of rotting meat per week, as per dietary standards. 
Current information suggests that beef tongue, aged at room 
temperature for roughly two weeks, provides the best nutritional 
results while limiting breeding. 


A technician specializing in insecta must maintain the enclosure. 
Technicians performing maintenance on the enclosure must wear 
full biohazard suits to prevent possible infestation. While performing 
any maintenance, the temperature should be lowered to 10°C, which 
will lower the activity level of SCP-611 significantly. After 
maintenance has completed, biohazard suits must be completely 
sterilized and cleaned. 


Following Incident 611-1, SCP-611 has been relocated to a lower 
level. No food products may be allowed on the same containment 
level as SCP-611. 


Description: SCP-611 was first discovered in , New Mexico in 
20 . A group of tourists recently returning from contacted a 
local dentist concerning severe tooth and jaw pain. The doctor, 
discovering the infestation, contacted the Center for Disease 
Control, at which time the Foundation stepped in and took over. 
After extracting the larvae from the tourist group, Foundation 
operatives traced SCP-611 back to the restaurant, which had 
unwittingly played host to them for over a month. Class-A Amnestics 
were administered to all restaurant employees and all infected 
patrons that could be located. Most larvae were removed in time, 
though some had already caused extensive damage. Over deaths 
caused by subsequent infection were believed to have occurred. 


shoe’s toe when | was taking them off last, right? 


| always told myself it’s just glitter. It gets everywhere, 
and it’s impossible to get rid of completely, right? 
Everyone probably finds a piece of glitter sometimes, 
right? And the green’s gotta be a coincidence, right? 
Green’s a nice colour. 


That... is, until today. I’m probably being silly. It’s just 
glitter, just a dream. Nothing like that can hurt me, it’s 
just my imagination. Right? 


But there’s glitter in my bed. 


Boring Through by EldritchCyanide 


your veins pulse with glitter and the novas in your teeth 
rattle at the door before they bore inside 


when did we become so rickety? 


you have holes in your eyes & they lead past your brain 
& through the universe's corpse-mother 


oh, god, did she fear heat death? 
you breath out &in&in&in&in 


and you shut off the lights because the house was dark 
long before you came 


you rattle at the door before you bore inside and you 
wonder when you became so rickety 


your veins drop glitter in thin shining lines down your 
wrists 


it suspends itself in shimmering, perfect soheres two 
seconds before it hits the floor 


they rattle at the door 


you shut off the lights. 


And Many More by Decibelles 


Happy birthday, dear friend. | know, | know, I've barely 
known you for much time, but each life is worth 
celebrating, is it not? Through all the ups and downs, 
with family and friends, acquaintances and strangers 
alike, every little bit is worth celebrating. 


| know you've missed out on quite a lot. So let's check 
everything out together. Oh, sure, sure. There's so much 
to explore. Ideas of yours, fully realized. Mysteries 
opened and doors closed. Proteges studying your 
writing, old friends missing your departure and taking up 
your helm. Look how much the seeds you've planted 
have grown! Whole worlds and universes, reproducing 
and interconnecting... it's grand, isn't it? 


Oh, no, no, come on now. | know you're a bit worried. 
Stage fright, perhaps? Nervousness? Oh. Hrmm. Well, 
surely you must have expected that you were wanted 
back? No, you should stay here. | insist. Huh? No, you 
can't go now. Try? Sure. Go on, take your time. 


That doesn't go anywhere. You can keep going though. 
We have time. 


Are you done yet? Good, good. You seem tuckered out 
already. Let's start catching up on old memories. 
Welcome back, Doctor. 


We have many more birthdays ahead of us. 


Kind Of A Stretch by Doctor Cimmerian 


Owl Haiku by Pig_catapult 


Grainy owl photo 
Its eyes gleamed red in the dark 
Before it took mine 


The Day | Said | Loved You by djkaktus 


The day | said | loved you 
you barely looked at me 
as you walked away with your friends. 


The day | said | loved you 

| know you heard the words 

because of how your mouth turned down when | spoke 
them. 


The day | said | loved you 
| know you were laughing at me 
because the laughter cut deeper than any knife. 


Except this one. 


The day | said | loved you 
you didn't lock the door 
when you got home and | walked inside. 


The day | said | loved you 

you took a shower early 

so you could get ready for the dance, but you couldn't 
hear me. 


The day | said | loved you 
| waited for you in your bedroom 
just so | could hear you say it back. 


The day | said | loved you 


it was behind your face 
through your eyes 
and with your lips. 


Recent Forum Posts by Westrin 
Goodbye 


Dr Gears 27 Sept 2022, 00:51 
in discussion Goodbye 


Have a good one, everybody. I'm sad to see it go, but it 
was a good trip from beginning to end. | will always love 
each, and every one of your squeals as your innards 
pour out of your mouth. It gave me a thrill nothing else 
could. 


Now if you excuse me, I'm going to stop the screaming. 
It's been a while since | fed them. 


Project Crossover 


So, the SCP Foundation is quickly becoming, if it is not 
already, a "thing" on the internets. However, there is one more 
step we must take before we become a full-out "thing." 


Terrible crossover fanfiction. 


This is your challenge: write a crossover fanfiction between 
the SCP Foundation and any other fictional universe of your 
choice. It can be hilarious, tongue-in-cheek, or deadly serious, 
just as long as it is well-written. Extra points scored for 
"crackiest" crossover. 


That is all. 
~Clef 


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Heroic Spirit Alexei Belitrov 


Servant Archer, Major Alexei Belitrov of the Red Army 
22nd Armoured Infantry Division. Master, from my 
understanding, you are a participant of the Holy Grail 
War. | also understand that my objective is the 
termination of the other six enemy Servants or their 
Masters, whichever is more convenient. 


True Name: Alexei Belitrov 
Servant Class: Archer 
Alignment: Lawful Neutral 


Attribute: Human 


F F 
a. — a = 
Agility E+ Noble B+ 


Phantasm 


A soldier from the Red Army who partook in a World War 
Ill that took place in another world, and disappeared 
mysteriously following his capture by the Americans. Like 
all other soldiers involved in that conflict, he wore a 
special armour that enhances his physical abilities. 
Because of that, he actually has nothing special that 
would normally make him a Heroic Spirit. However, since 
he happens to be the only soldier of his native universe 
to have survived a journey into another universe, that 
counts for something. 


This incarnation should not be able to be summoned, 
since there is no account of Belitrov as a ranged fighter 
in this universe (the Americans removed his guns before 
he left his native universe). Maybe the Master who 


summoned Belitrov desired for a Servant in his peak 
condition, i.e. the perfect Soviet soldier? Or maybe 
Belitrov is the most compatible Heroic Spirit with the 
Master summoning him, and the Archer-class happens 
to be the only class container for him to manifest in? 


Class Skills 
Independent Action: C 


Capable of surviving in the World without a Master for 
one day. 


Magic Resistance: E 


Cannot cancel spells, but damage from spells is 
reduced. 


As Archer is from the Age of Man, he has no experience 
with Magecraft. 


Personal Skill 
Patriotic Fervour: A+ 


One's love for his own country, and the willingness to 
protect said country and destroy those who threaten the 
country. 


Provides Rank Up to Archer's parameters when he is in 
territories corresponding to the Soviet Union. Provides 
bonus damage when attacking Servants related to the 
United States. 


Noble Phantasm 


Armour of the Engineers 
Let the Children of the Sun Implode Amongst Themselves 


Type: Anti-Army 


Rank: B+ 


A set of bio-organic armour that conceals Archer's entire body, and 
with a design reminiscent of various insect species. It is a multi- 
functional armour crafted by the Engineers and utilized by all 
factions in World War Ill. 


As an always-active Noble Phantasm, the Armour of the Engineers 
grants Archer permanent bonus modifiers to its Strength and 
Endurance, along with additional Skills. Special lenses grants Archer 
C-Rank Clairvoyance, whereas its proboscis grants Archer E-Rank 
Bloodsucking. 


Four gun turrets are mounted on Archer's forearms and shoulder 
blades, serving as his primary weapons and a justification for him to 
be an Archer-class Servant. Due to being a Servant, ammunition 
produced are created from Prana and will not run out (so long he 
has sufficient Mana). As the Engineers' creations are stained with 
their grudge towards humanity, bullets fired from the Armour of the 
Engineers carry an Anti-Human trait that deals bonus damage to all 
Heroic Spirits of a Human attribute. Because this Noble Phantasm's 
owner is also of Human attribute, Archer's Luck is lowered to E- 
Rank by default. 


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True Name: SCP-2273 
Servant Class: Berserker 
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral 


Attribute: Human 


- F F 
- Z 
Agility E+ Noble EX 


Phantasm 


One of the many entities contained by the SCP 
Foundation, SCP-2273 (named Alexei Belitrov) is a 
being from another universe. In his native universe, he 
has endured capture, torture, and humiliation. Although 


SCP-611 is a previously undiscovered subspecies of Dermatobia 
hominis, the human botfly. It camouflages itself, appearing as a 
common toothpick, and will attempt to land near or actually ina 
supply of the objects, at which point it will shed its wings and enter a 
passive state. It can remain in this dormant condition for up to forty 
days before cessation of life signs. SCP-611 will lay eggs in the 
gums of a subject when used. Hosts notice no signs of invasion until 
four to seven days later when the eggs hatch and burrow into the 
jaw, causing severe discomfort.