"How does something like this even happen?" She turned to face it 
once again. It was so large, she almost had to lean backward to fully 
see it. Its head was crocodilian, with limbs jutting out from every 
direction as if reaching for help. Its every step thundered like a 
collapsing building. Around its head, a halo of helpless Oneiroi were 
quickly drawn into the maw. It opened its mouth wide far before the 
waves of sound hit them. It did not roar; it wailed. 


This truly was a nightmare. 


-S posts tagged with #OWCollective, showing (Recent) 


was filed as usual by mem[DATA EXPUNGED] 
Document 755-375: 


Travers: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain 
speaking. Sorry about the flight delay. I'm sure you all 
saw the maintenance guys cleaning the graffiti off of the 
boarding ramp. Now that that's all out of the way, we can 
get ready to take off. It's a beautiful sunny day in LA, and 
weather conditions are absolutely perfect for flying. This 
is flight two seven niner to Houston, by the way, so if you 
aren't supposed to be onboard you should go ahead and 
disembark while you still can. 


<21 minutes removed for brevity> 


Travers: This is your captain speaking. I'm sure you've 
all seen the smoke, but don't panic, it's just a bird that 
got sucked into the engine. In a moment, the oxygen 
masks will drop as | prepare for an emergency landing. 
Put those on and follow the flight attendant's instructions, 
and we'll have you guys safely on the ground in no time. 
Again, please do as the flight attendants ask, and remain 
calm. Everything will be just fine. 


« SCP-754 | SCP-755 | SCP-756 » 


from (~1 Hour) 


BlueRaven - A Tree Somewhere - Missouri, USA 


what the HELL is going on in OW right now?! 


Upvote Reply -+253 


MargrawnHuntr64 - Your Self Insert - Mexico 


There is no way that is a regular nightmare, it's got to be an 
Old One or something 


Why tf hasn't the collective done something about it? 


Upvote Reply -+32 


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This article is incomplete, you can help by adding to it! 


The Nightmare Collective known as *~¢<  * is a recently formed, / 
class nightmare collective. As with other nightmare collectives, it has 
nor largest city to speak of. However, it is felt most strongly in Hy-Bras' 
surrounding areas. This nightmare collective is believed to have come 
existence following events outside of the dream, which led to a species 
psychological-frame shift in Homo sapiens and Homo sapiens sidhe 
referred to as Fae). 


*-¢« 6 « possesses a wake measuring at a 3.6/5 on Carter's Lucidit 
which is capable of disrupting nearby human dreamers, causing harm 
noncorpeals, and raising lucidity insurance premiums by up to 26.3%. . 
estimated 325 Oneiroi have been absorbed by *-¢<® * at time of wri 
Despite this, the Collective Mind of Oneiroi West has taken no action, | 
some to speculate that the collective may have suffered major internal 


%*-¢< 6 « inhabits an Apophis class nightmare reality space, and as : 
change freely in response to an individual's personal psychological sta 
regarding the real world events leading to its formation. *-+<  * is be 
be non-intelligent, but may possess object creation, physical modificati 
parasomnic capabilities. 


Nightmare Collective: *-4<$ « 


Located 
In a Sense 


Languages Used 
Pleading 
Childhood Trauma (3-5 Age Group Dialect) 
REM Fragmentation (Greater Sleep Paralysis subset) 


Reality: 
Moderate to Severe Nightmare 


Cuils: 
Approximately Five 


Last Edited 07/38/1998, 3:22 AM by Randolph C. 


[VIEW EDITS] [HISTORY] [COMMENTS] 


Hundreds of Oneiroi crowded into a small bar, practically shoulder to 
shoulder in some places. The snake-headed- coincidentally, snake 
armed and legged as well- owner appeared to be the only one ina 
good mood, as he eagerly passed various beverages to his new 
patrons. In the corner, Paige Turner and Headless sat at a booth, 
with cups of coffee. 


"You're sure this place is safe? It's not that far from Oneiroi West." 
Headless shuffled his wings, visibly uncomfortable in the cramped 
space. Across from him, Paige Turner drew patterns in the ink on 
her arm, lost in thought. 


Reflected in the ink was a multitude of articles, pages, and profiles. 
One caught her attention, enlarging itself to take up her whole hand. 


EyeThinkThereforelAmTired - — - /nsert Meta Joke Here 


Most noncorps in OnWe are bored of living anyway, at least / 
something/ is finally happening. 


As for CORPses, who gives a shit what they think anyway lol. 
Saw a video of one that got caught in the Nightmare Wake on 


BrainDrain earlier, hilarious. Just screamed and tried to wake up 
for about five minutes before it expired. Me next, please. 


Upvote Reply -+4 - Jan Jan, January J:JJan 


The ink on Paige Turner's face flushed a dark red, as she moved 
her fingers in place, typing a response. 


PaigeTurner - Oneiroi West - Ink'Dt TatArtist 


How can you be so much of an asshole as to 


Upvote Reply -+0 - Jan Feb, January J:JJan 


"Paige." 


Her body crinkled a bit as she sighed, and wiped away the message 
draft. Headless gently put his hand over hers, ignoring the wet ink. 


"People shouldn't say things like that." Paige Turner spat out, finally. 


Headless calmly shrugged. "I know. But they do. Just don't let them 
get to you, ignore them." 


"How can |? Oneiroi West is being destroyed!" Other Oneiroi had 
begun to stare, but Paige Turner hardly noticed. "It was a home to 
me, even when | didn't have a real one. It took me in, helped me find 
people that cared about me, and that thing- That thing is just going 
to..." She trailed off. 


Headless extended his left wings outwards, shielding the pair from 
prying eyes. "I know. But there isn't anything we can do right now. 
I'm sure that the Collective is doing something, it just takes time for it 
to act. All the people flooding out probably isn't helping.” 


Paige Turner looked at him almost in shock. "How can you be so 
calm about this? | know how much this Collective means to you too. 
We met here. Doesn't that matter to you?" 


Headless averted his eyes for a moment. "Of course it matters. I'm 
calm because that's what you need me to be right now. You're more 
important to me." 


Paige Turner was silent for a moment. "You're right. But god, | just 
wish | could do something." A flashing light on her arm caught her 
attention. 


World News 


%-4<$ « reaches the center of Oneiroi West. OW officials "not sure 
if we can take much more of this". Calls for an intervention from the 
Oneiroi West collective-mind still met with silence, believed to be 
due to sudden decrease in population, difficulty achieving cohesion, 
attempts to add tension to... 


Paige Turner's entire face turned white. Headless started to speak, 
but Paige simply disappeared, leaving him alone with a puddle of 
inky residue. Just as quickly, Headless stood to his feet, his feathers 
ruffling. He pushed his way through the crowd to the door, ignoring 
the protests of the Snake-headed bartender. 


Headless frantically flew above what used to be a lively 
marketplace, searching for any sign of Paige Turner. Every eye 
searched a different part of the wreckage for glimpses of white, trails 
of ink, or bits of- there she was. At the center of a clearing in the 
rubble, a line of ink spelled out 'HERE' on the ground. 


Quickly, he dove down to it, and alighted next to the message. 
"Paige? Can you hear me?" 


A flicker of motion caught his eye, and he sped over to it. It was a 
paper arm, torn and shredded. His wings drooped, the world 
seemed to spin around him. "...Paige." Cradling the last piece of his 
dearest in his hands, he turned away. For a moment, he stared into 
distance. Extending his wings, he prepared to lift off. 


But then, from beside him, he heard muffled speech! Looking down, 
he saw Paige Turner, a crumpled mess, half stuck under a large 
piece of what had once been a building. As he cast it aside, his 
wings fluttered, creating a sound like a sigh of relief. Paige Turner 
unfolded herself, and struggled to a seated position, silently. 
Headless straightened up and put on a brave face, metaphorically 
speaking. "Are you hurt?" 


Paige Turner turned slightly to face him, and Headless' eyes 
widened. Her left limbs were stumps, oozing ink. Before Headless 
could speak, she cut him off. "It doesn't hurt, don't worry. | won't be 
able to walk, though." 


Headless ruffled his wings in an agitated manner. "Why did you 
have to go and run off like that? You knew it was dangerous." 


Paige Turner was silent for a moment. "I couldn't leave. Oneiroi 
West helped me, when | needed it the most. If it needs more people 
to be able to be able to intervene, then | had to..." She trailed off, as 
ripples began to form in the ink patterns over her face. Instinctively, 
Headless' wings fully extended, in an attempt to make him seem 


larger than he actually was. Ash fell from the sky onto the pair as 
something began to rear up behind them. 


"Paige, it's time to wake up.” 


Paige Turner pulled herself up, leaning on Headless for support. "! 
can't. | tried while | was stuck under there." 


Headless turned a few eyes on one wing to Paige Turner, keeping 
the rest trained on the disturbance. "What do you mean you can't?" 


"It's the wake from the Nightmare. It overpowered me. But it doesn't 
know you're here yet, go while you still can!" 


Headless turned every eye to her. He knelt and circled his wings 
about the both of them. "No." 


A colossal eye opened, half buried in rubble. The pupil dilated for a 
moment, before regarding the pair. Headless stayed still as a statue. 
The air was unbearably hot, and smelled of rot and decay. The 
ground shuddered, knocking Paige Turner and Headless apart as 
the Nightmare loomed above them. It had gorged on Oneiroi, and 
after its rest it was hungry for more. Headless made a dash for his 
companion, but the soot and ash clouded his vision, rendering his 
many eyes useless. Paige Turner gasped for breath and clawed at 
the ink patterns on her body as debris clung to it, choking her. 


Paige Turner's remaining hand met Headless's scrabbling arm and 
the two embraced, possibly for the last time. A low, guttural sound 
reached their ears, slowly getting closer. Joints crackled, and there 
was a great rush of air-! 


But the strike did not hit them. 


Looking through an exposed patch of ink on her body, Paige Turner 
gazed up in wonder at what had just happened. The Nightmare 
loomed over them, its limbs squirming wildly behind it. Its jaws were 
held open by a pillar of energy- no, a massive spear, cleanly 
impaled through the snout. Slowly, it floated into the air, thrashing in 
pain. All around it, the sky began to take on a purple hue. Gradually, 
the thing began to shrink, growing smaller and smaller, until it was 


invisible. The spear, all that remained, glimmered brightly for a 
moment, and flashed out of existence. 


Oneiroi West had finally come together as a singular mind, and 
intervened. It was not pleased that something had been feasting on 
its children. It was not an easy task, and it had put great strain on 
the collective, but it was done. 


Headless and Paige Turner, still locked in an embrace, stood to their 
feet. Headless wiped away the ash from Paige Turner's face, and 
took her remaining hand. Leaning on Headless for support, Paige 
Turner looked out over what was left of Oneiroi West. In the 
distance, tiny specks, barely able to be made out as other survivors, 
began to emerge from their hiding places. Her form began to sway 
as a gentle breeze began to blow. "Headless, do you smell that?" 


"| don't have a nose, dearest. But | believe | sense it. Life. Hope." 


In the distance, a trickle of water could be heard as rivers began to 
break down the caked ash, and flow again. Between their feet, a 
small green fern sprouted from the ground. 


WORLD NEWS 


Putting an End to Restless 
Dreams 


A Nightmare's reign of terror came to a 
sudden conclusion last solar cycle with a 
surprise intervention from the Oneiroi 


West! Oneiroi West's populace is still 
recovering from this attack, but is hopeful 
about the future. 


"We're just glad to be alive," Said Fruit Fly Lullaby, a 
noncorp survivor of the brutal attack by *-¢«  * last 
cycle. "This really took a toll on all of us, especially me, | 
missed at least six episodes of 'Cooking with Zoogs'. But 
we've been making a quick recovery thanks to Oneiroi 
West." 


Last solar cycle was truly one of the wildest rides of this 
week, but it's really inspiring to see how much hope 
some of the displaced inhabitants have. Two human 
dreamer survivors, who were actually on scene as 
*-« 6 « met its end, are now living their lives to the 
fullest, and are even making wedding plans! "We really 
thought it was the end there for a minute," Said Paige 
Turner, arms locked with her fiance Headless, "But we 
pulled through together, and we're all the stronger for it." 


The two walked off, hand in hand. A great reminder that 
even in the darkest of nightmares, love can still bloom. 
To all the gratitude from corporals, noncorporeals, and 
assorted eldritch alike, only the following has been 
confirmed to be an official Oneiroi West response: 


Arrow2thees @iMabadRoach 


REHOOTS 
LIKES 


2:34 D.C.E - 667 AoHyBr 1998 


SCP-756: Miniature Solar System 


Item #: SCP-756 
Object Class: Euclid 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-756's 10 m x 10 m cell is 
to remain accessible only by airlock. Personnel entering must wear 
EVA spacesuits (with an MMU if necessary) and ensure that they do 
not move too close to any of the planetoids in orbit. No lights are to 
be shone on or toward the planetoids, and anything that might be 
loosely described as a heat source must be kept as far from them as 
possible. 


Developments on the surface of each planet are to be examined 
twice daily by a probe equipped with an electron microscope and a 
[DATA EXPUNGED], though recorded footage will have to be 
played in slow motion in order to make the slightest bit of sense. 


In the event that Planet IV’s inhabitants attempt to build another 
satellite weapon (see Incident Report SCP-756 A), personnel 
assigned to remove it must remain aware that although missiles 
fired from IV's surface cannot penetrate standard-issue spacesuits, 
helmets or visors, weapons platforms will almost certainly fire more 
quickly than the average human being can move. 


Description: SCP-756 is a miniature solar system consisting of a 
single yellow sun and six orbiting planets, each with various moons 
and satellites. This system is restricted to the confines of a single 
large cell, originally intended for SCP- . The cell itself is now devoid 
of gravity and atmosphere, a state believed to be brought about by 
SCP-756’s “birth.” 


The system’s sun is approximately 68—70 cm in circumference, and 
is believed to be in the middle stages of its existence based on 
comparisons with archived footage. The planets orbiting it range in 
circumference from less than 7 cm to 28 cm. 


GRU-P casefile "SQUID ISPOLIN" 


OSI "SQUID ISPOLIN" DIVISION "P" 
DEPARTMENT III 

APPROVED 24.XII.1990 PRINTOUT NR: 1 

SIGNED wrceccsisecetcres: S 

DEPARTMENT HEAD Ill-P-9-GRU D.NR: 7- 
1-1991