"Nice. Hey, did you see what my son got me for my birthday?" 
Cimmerian cocked an eyebrow. "No." 

Gerald leaned over and produced an odd looking piece of 
equipment. "It's a... 

"...hoverboard!" Cimmerian laughed and took a sip from his cup in 
the Site-17 cafeteria. 

Han was silent for several seconds. 

"Bullshit." 


Cimmerian almost blew water through his nose. "Oh come on! It's all 
true!" 


Han sighed. "Tell the truth. How did you get your scars?" 


"Well, | was supposed to review containment procedures on the 
Foundation's lunar base..." 


Han hopped off the cafeteria table in a huff. 


Cimmerian put his good hand out for a moment to stop him, but then 
decided against it. Instead, he put the glove back on his red left 
hand. 


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Four Tines Blind 


Feet climb nine steps and four 
Feet bring him to my door 
Hands pry pine wide 
Push chair aside 
Begins to chide 
| cannot hide 


Hand grimes a glass of wine 
Hand grasps a fork and knife 
| whine and cry 
| ask him why 
Mouth speaks a lie 
He picks my eye 


Line of tines clear no more 
Line of tines makes it pour 
Tongue probes my eye 
Jelly globs fly 
| feel him sigh 
| want to die 


Feet take him to my door 
Feet climb nine steps and four 


Fragments 


AKA: Stuff You Will Never Use, But Wanted To Share 


The point of this page is simple. Everyone has pieces of stories, or 
articles, inside their head. Bits that you yourself may never use, but 
would still like to share/let someone else use. So, that's what this 
page is for. 


Sapient SCP-1585 


A Tale in which SCP-1585 is sapient. Not the rapidly 
evolving ecosystem on it, the jellyfish itself. And is trying 
to make it's ecosystem into a death world with the intent 
of breeding a species of supersoldiers with a warrior race 
mentality. 


SCP-1585 is a single organism, and it wants to 
reproduce. In layman's terms, it wants to conquer the 
universe. 


SCP-967 Junkpeople 


The sixth tribe in SCP-967, a foundation analog. They 
work to keep the major junkmonsters and anomalies 
from wiping out the other tribes, and contain the 
knowledge of the abnormal by removing the memory- 
holding tape decks of junkcitizens who find out stuff. Like 
the outside world, which from their view is sort of a 
hellish alternate universe which kills anyone who enters 
it, and is inhabited by monsters unlike anything native to 
967. They might not even be made of trash! 


Serpent's HandLevitating the Pentagon 


A tale for the Broken Masquerade canon where the 


Serpent's Hand tries to levitate the US Pentagon like 
they tried to do in the 1960s- and succeeds. Bonus 
points if you include these phrases: 


"The Serpent's Hand will return the color blue to the 
visual spectrum once our demands are met!" 


"It's over, it's over, the Charade/Masquerade is broken. 
It's over. It's over. The Serpent's Hand has spoken." 


Object Class: Toroidal 
Try to write a SCP that contains itself 
Belleverse: Sky Gods 


A bellerverse Tale about a bunch of people who tend to 
SCP-1514-1A as a holy relic of their sky-god and in 
return anything that attacks them gets smote via xasers 
from orbit. 


TK Signals 


An SCP that is a pair of telepathic "signals" that 
randomly attach themselves to people and do two things: 
the first signal tells everyone within a certain radius to 
acknowledge the person affected by the signal in some 
way, and the second one transmits all sorts of 
information about the subject. (Name, age, address, 
pet's names, whether or not they've been affected by 
Chron's disease, the number of living skin cells on their 
body, length of toenails, what movies they've seen in the 
past 24 hours, other useless statistics). Originally 
developed by someone or something as a medical first- 
alert system, but.. it didn't work out as planned. 


Automatons 


A hoard of tiny, clockwork-looking, automated pieces of 
construction equipment. If left alone, they will create 
large buildings out of whatever, easy-to-transport local 
materials there are. Just lots of stone, or sand, or 


random junk quarried and placed into huge, ornate 
cathedral structures, which as far as the foundation can 
tell, have no abnormal properties. The buildings 
frequently have problems like lacking any way for the 
building machines inside to get out, or falling over due to 
being made entirely of rubbish. The builders are 
apparently capable of self-replicating as their population 
remains steady despite the foundation sometimes 
dissecting a few, or construction accidents, but nobody 
has seen them do so, or has any idea how they do it. 


The SCP where recovered by a deep-sea submarine 
mission after radar showed an absolutely huge building 
they had created. Considering how slow they generally 
are, the foundation calculated it would have taken them 
years to have completed it to the scale observed. 


Bone Crystals 


A parasitic, body-horror inducing SCP which causes 
bones to split, branch out, and start growing into sort of a 
"bone fractal" structure. I'm not sure of a good twist for it, 
| just had a nightmare regarding such a thing. 


Hair Weavers 


Have you ever noticed that the clump of hair that comes 
off when you use a comb looks sort of like a big, hairy 
spider? Well, sometimes it is. And it's one of the really 
poisonous ones. You might want to start burning your 
stray hairs, so they can't breed. 


(See also the spiders that form when you remove the 
navel from an orange.) 


Skeleton Club 


A nightclub (or similar social gathering place) staffed 
(and frequented by) friendly animate skeletons. Humans 
entering this place are met with warm welcomes and 
friendly greetings, accompanied by polite requests to 


"check your skin at the door". Subjects who do not 
immediately flee the place will discover they are in fact 
able to shed their skin and organs in a similar manner to 
a heavy overcoat, while still retaining all their former 
senses and mobility. Interviewed subjects usually 
describe it as feeling "liberating" or other such terms 
indicating that this absence of flesh is somewhat 
pleasant, akin to removing restricting clothes. Subjects 
also report feeling more "open"- both literally and 
metaphorically- and often find it easier to speak freely 
about themselves or their thoughts amongst other 
skeletal subjects. While there does not appear to be any 
compulsion from the grounds itself or its staff forcing 
goers to remain in the club until it closes, many of them 
do unless serious obligations (job, family etc.) would 
require otherwise, though some exceptions to this rule 
exist (usually where the subject is seriously displeased 
with said obligation, e.g. dead-end job or unfaithful 
spouse). In any case, subjects desiring to leave are 
prevented from doing so without first putting back on 
their skin and organs, which analysis suggests does not 
dry out or decay while in storage. Donning a skin is done 
just as easily as removing it was (seals around its 
corresponding bones only when applied properly) and 
does not appear to damage the skin in any way (though 
direct damage to a vital organ still affects its wearer 
when they attempt to put it back on). Skeletal subjects 
that manage to leave the grounds skinless immediately 
perish- even their skin hanging up in storage ceases to 
function once its "owner" collapses outside the club 
grounds. 


Document 


A file that was kind of obviously written up by the 
foundation as propaganda against a particular group of 
interest. -Shrek 


Bigfoot IN SPACE! 


This is an analysis of picture of a tiny 


rock on mars that has the shape of a 
bigfoot. Now, the image itself might have a lot of 
evidences against it, but it does raise some interesting 
ideas. What if SCP-1000 had managed to develop a 
space program and sent some bigfoot astronauts into 
space? There are quite a lot of possibilities with this one. 
Here are some ideas | came up: 


* How will they react to having their homes taken 
away from them? For thousands of years? 

* Do they have space bigfoot colonies? How do they 
hide them? 

* How do their bio-ships work? 

¢ What is the space-bigfoot's relationship with 
humans? 


Et cetera. 
Small Girl Who Wants Hugs 


A 10-year-old girl whose touch causes random 
mutations, 75% of which are fatal. She has a three- 
headed puppy named Muffles. All the rest of her family is 
dead. 


Macuahuitl Mouth 


An individual who sought out the Foundation's help, as 
whenever this person eats their teeth fall out and are 
replaced by sharper teeth. At first it was only when they 
ate hard food, then any solid food, then any food at all. 
Their teeth are now as sharp as obsidian, and only 
intravenous feeding prevents the anomaly. 


Mirror Hallways 


You know how when you put a mirror up to a mirror you 
see that creepy endless hallway? What if there were two 
mirror that, when you held them up to each other, there 
were things wandering through that hallway, and other 
hallways connected to it? 


carbon dioxide. The suit has hoses in its backpack to provide air and 
power, which match hoses connected to SCP-852 by its airlock. The 
connecting hoses had been severed 12.46 meters from the 
backpack of the suit, with the cut area having a mirror like 
appearance. The suit itself has two holes, with a similar finish to the 
hose cut. A third hole is located in the air tank. 


Addendum: SCP-852 was originally located on Mare Imbrium 
approximately seven kilometers from the lunar outpost. Telescopic 
viewing of the area by satellite showed an anomalous formation, and 
Task Force Sigma-6 went to investigate. The task force located 
SCP-852, its batteries drained and its airlock open to space, but 
otherwise undamaged. Tracks from the airlock led to the location of 
SCP-852-2, approximately seventy meters from the airlock. 


Analysis of the scene showed that SCP-852-2 met with unknown 
hostiles, which first severed the hoses of the suit, then shot 
SCP-852-2 in the back while he fled, piercing the suit and killing him 
either by trauma or asphyxiation. While the tracks made by 
SCP-852-2 are readily apparent, there are no tracks or any other 
evidence of the assailants. 


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Or maybe there's just one creature, but every time you 
form the hallway it's closer... 


Conflicted Circus Magician 


Circus all have magicians. Stage magicians that create 
illusions to make the audience experience seemingly 
impossible things. 


But what about Herman Fuller's circus? 


If you are a magician in a paranormal world, how will you 
work when everyone around you is doing impossible 
things? 


Small-Town Office 


The Foundation listens to conspiracy radios, hears folk 
tales, investigates urban legends, and digs deep into 
internet myths in case they stumble upon an anomaly. 


Imagine that you are the person responsible for it, and 
you have a small Foundation-established "paranormal 
detective agency" in the weird part of the city. Unaffected 
by the politics of GOls and the world-ending anomalies, 
what will you see and hear in this small anomalous 
world? 


A few Jenny Hanivers recovered somehow from the Circus Of The 
Disquieting. Not fakes made out of ray parts, live ones. In a fishtank. 


A native junkperson in SCP-967 encounters the foundation 
explorers for the first time. 


682!" 
"In return, you Pesterbot will be granted the power to carry out your 


threats. You, Lord Blackwood will have your humanity restored. You, 
Able shall be granted a heart and the power to love. 


Any you Dr. Clef will be allowed to return home to the SCP 
foundation. And take your pet Dragon-Snail with you." 


| Know. You've been so careful. 


You knew | was destined to kill you, and your death would involved 
poison. That translation of Les Propheties DID leave it up to 
interpretation, though. I've always suspected they're written that way 
deliberately; so either you can't subvert them or so when you try to 
match them to the event everyone says "Why it's obvious! The 
oracle knew the truth! We've just been too simple to understand it!" 


No, dear fellow - you didn't get the entire translation. | managed to 
keep the part where the guilty go free and the innocent are 
punished. Yes, I'm afraid your poor nurse or doctor or whatever will 
be blamed for this and I'll be exonerated. 


How? Oh, it's the cufflinks. They cure all poisons around them. 
Carved from the horn of a unicorn or some such. They're curing you 
of the poisons those pesky medical people have been giving you. In 
fact, when they gut you like a frog in your necropsy it will look like 
you haven't taken them in quite some time. Oh, wait - you didn't 
know that some poisons are called "medicine" and keep people 
alive! 


Neither did the cufflinks... 


Chemical SCP 


Special Containment Procedures: No samples of 
SCP- may be stored at any site except under 
experimental conditions. All samples of SCP- must be 
synthesized ad hoc using procedures in Document PR- 

-01 (Level-4 clearance required to access and oversee 
synthetic process). No individual below Level-4 
clearance may know about or perform more than three 
steps from Document PR- -01. 


When synthesized, SCP- must be handled as a strong, 


water-soluble narcotic. Excess or unused SCP- must 
be disposed of via methods outlined in Document PR- 
-13. 


Samples and synthetic procedures for SCP- _ still exist 
around the world. Foundation policy is to seize and/or 
suppress all items related to each SCP- event, 
including attempts to reverse-engineer SCP- , [DATA 
EXPUNGED]. 


Literally Worse than Hitler 


Doctor Bright and SCP-XXX aka Tommy are 
seated at a table, Tommy's voice modulator 
behind Dr. Bright. They are speaking amiably, 
and have been for some time. 


Bright: Tommy, you really need to get this 
through your head. We're not trying to hurt 
you. We want you to be able to work WITH 
your powers. You can't just speak your mind. 
Imagine if you had had said the 'pants on fire’ 
thing to Agent Smith WITHOUT your 
modulator. It would not have been funny. 


Tommy: Might have been. You don't... He 
pauses, looking for a word choice. You haven't 
seen that. 


Dr. Bright leans back, sighing. 


Bright: All right Tommy. That's it for today. 
Time to get your Modulator back on. Dr. Bright 
turns away. 


Tommy: Muttering. You Foundation guys are 
literally worse than Hitler. 


Dr. Bright stops moving. He turns slowly back 
towards SCP-XXxX, a glint in his eye. A quick 
movement causes his jacket to cover the 


camera. Then SCP-XXX begins screaming. 
This goes on for thirty minutes, the screams 
becoming less articulate as it goes on, until the 
tape cuts off. 


We would like to condense and organize these snippets, so in 
the future please throw them under an appropriate tab above. 


A tale for the Broken Masquerade canon where the Serpent's Hand 
tries to levitate the US Pentagon like they tried to do in 
the 1960s- and succeeds. Bonus points if you include these 
phrases: 


"The Serpent's Hand will return the color blue to the visual spectrum 
once our demands are met!" 


"It's over, it's over, the Charade/Masquerade is broken. It's over. It's 
over. The Serpent's Hand has spoken." 


A bellerverse Tale about a bunch of people who tend to 
SCP-1514-1A as a holy relic of their sky-god and in return anything 
that attacks them gets smote via xasers from orbit. 


A few Jenny Hanivers recovered somehow from the Circus Of The 
Disquieting. Not fakes made out of ray parts, live ones. In a fishtank.