Name, Zyn K████.
A researcher, currently
Clearance Level of
Security is two, and
Nothing else to say.
Location will not
Be stated here, however
Of Foundation recruitment
Due to incident.
Zyn was discovered
At the college ███
Zyn enjoys light naps
During the afternoons, and
Please don’t ask about
The haikus. I will tell you
It wasn’t my fault.
Someone thought it would
Be funny to replace my
Bowl of noodle soup.
I guess I should have
Recognized Nine Thirty-One
Even with noodles.
Sorry. Next time I’ll
Make sure to get decent sleep.
I just wanted lunch.
Note: it was observed
the instant soup actually
seemed to taste better.
Effects of exposure to SCP-931 were noted to have worn off after approximately █ hours. Following the event, Researcher Zyn was assigned to minimal-effort clerical work for █ weeks.
- SCP-1355 - House of Harmonious Boxes
- SCP-1457 - Mourning Cloak
- SCP-348 - A Gift from Dad
- SCP-576 - Sleep Well
- SCP-1338 - Child of Trees
- SCP-1443 - Avernus Vine
- SCP-1744 - Shell Secrets
- SCP-1334 - Numerology Ghost's Apartment
- SCP-2255 - The Most Interesting Rainstorm in the World
- SCP-2332 - Thought Messenger
- SCP-2023 - Aidoneus' Apology
- SCP-3333-J - Angsty Teenage Plant
- SCP-2225 - Repentant Lindworm
- SCP-2448 - Castle of Guillaume the Guildmaster
- SCP-2175 - Are You Going
- SCP-2239 - Gatherer of Gratitudes
- SCP-732-J - Tiny Ceramic Seahorse
- SCP-1269 - Stalker Mailbox (with Mr Wilt)
- SCP-1571 - Keeper of Treasures (with Roget)
- SCP-1690 - Sentimental Sushi Man with a Wasabi Sculpture (with EdAWACSdenyY)
- SCP-2097 - The Perfect Foil (with SilverWind)
- SCP-2991 - "Scarf" (with Dr Hysteria)
- SCP-2485 - Drunkard's Dream (with RandomGuy331)
- SCP-723-J - Sad Roach (with Silberescher)
- SCP-2356 - Skylar's Wand (with Dr Rignaros)
- SCP-2957 - The Lunar Watchers (with coffeepunk and Dr_Grom)
- SCP-2773 - Panic Attacks (with Okami069)
- SCP-2822 - Rock Husbandry (with Coryn02)
- SCP-2453 - Pregnancy Test (with gishface)
- SCP-2861 - Cozy Cemetery (with Leveritas)
- SCP-2885 - Window to Another You (original by Dax_symbiont)
- Waking - An internal monologue, with reference to SCP-1457.
- Dreaming - Three sonnets.
- Slumbering - A story told in spoken and written dialogue.
- Impressions - For the 2013 canon contest. An Antarctic artist admires avians.
- M13 Personnel Memorabilia Log - For the 2016 MTF contest. It's funny because humans.
- More than Ever - A story of an out of the ordinary book.
- Salut d'Amour - A story of a piano, Happy Valentine's.
- Sacrifice - Cold, not cruel.
- Irrational - A story of a notepad full of fears.
- Reality Check - A story of a talking sword.
- Memory of a Masterpiece - A story of a rather artistic tree.
- Remember You - A story of a museum of wonders.
- Decompression - A story of an utterly normal beach.
- Snakes and Ladders - In which a new researcher navigates Foundation hierarchies.
- A Sort of Challenge (original by MuNGuS)
Serpent's Hand Investigation:
- Ailier - A duo tale.
- Birdseed - A day in the life of a Hand associate.
- Spirit Staff of Eastern Avian Shaman - An avian mage's signature apparatus.
- A Love Letter to a Lady Mantis - Cloud-scorpion seeks lady red mantis mate.
- How to Adopt a Butterfly Koi - (Co-authored with SpectralDragon)
- A Wedding Gift for a Lady Mantis - He is a good pet who bit five noblemantids.
- An individual by the name of Sylvain Ailier, believed confirmed to be an operative of The Serpent's Hand, has contacted Zyn on occasion. Further investigation and accompanying field work is pending.
- In her spare time, Researcher Zyn enjoys origami and papercutting.
Works in Progress:
- SCP-348 - 来自父亲的礼物
- SCP-576 - 祝好梦
- SCP-1269 - 偷窥变态狂邮箱
- SCP-1334 - 数命宅邸
- SCP-1338 - 丛林之子
- SCP-1443 - 地狱蝶藤
- SCP-1457 - 孝衣蝶
- SCP-1571 - 宝藏守护者
- SCP-1690 - 寿司人与芥末像
- SCP-1744 -贝壳密语
- SCP-2023 - 埃多纽斯的致歉
- SCP-2225 - 改悔的爬虫
- SCP-2255 - 世界上最有趣的的暴风雨
- SCP-2332 - 递思蝶
- SCP-2448 - 公会主人纪尧姆的城堡
- SCP-2885 - 他我之窗
- SCP-2991 - “小围”
- SCP-723-J - 伤心的蟑螂
- SCP-3333-J - 任性小吊兰
Canons and Series Pieces
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄ƷSCP-RU — SCP Foundation (Russian Branch)
- SCP-348 - Папин подарок
- SCP-576 - Приятных снов
- SCP-1269 - Назойливый почтовый ящик
- SCP-1334 - Дом призрака-нумеролога
- SCP-1338 - Дитя деревьев
- SCP-1355 - Дом гармоничных коробок
- SCP-1443 - Авернская лоза
- SCP-1457 - Траурница
- SCP-1571 - Хранитель сокровищ
- SCP-1690 - Сентиментальный суши-мастер с скульптурой из васаби
- SCP-1744 - Ракушкины тайны
- SCP-2023 - Апология Аидонея
- SCP-2255 - Самое необычное облако в мире
- SCP-2332 - Посланница мыслей
- SCP-2885 - Окно к другому себе
- SCP-2991 - "Шарф"
- SCP-723-J - Печальный тараканчик
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄ƷSCP-JP — SCP財団
- SCP-348 - パパの贈り物
- SCP-576 - 良い夢を
- SCP-1269 - ストーカーポスト
- SCP-1355 - 合唱する箱たちのお家
- SCP-1457 - 喪の外套
- SCP-1571 - 宝の護り手
- SCP-1690 - センチメンタルな寿司男 ワサビ像を添えて
- SCP-1744 - 貝殻の秘密
- SCP-2023 - アイドネウスの謝罪
- SCP-2225 - 懺悔する大蛇
- SCP-2332 - 思考伝令
- SCP-2356 - スカイラーくんのまほうのつえ
- SCP-2448 - ギルドマスター・ギョームの城
- SCP-2885 - もう１人のあなたへの窓
- SCP-2991 - "スカァフ"
- SCP-723-J - 悲しいゴキブリ
- SCP-3333-J - 若き植物の悩み
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄ƷSCP-KO — SCP 재단
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄ƷSCP-FR — Fondation SCP
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄ƷSCP-PL — SCP Polska Filia
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄ƷSCP-ES — La Fundación SCP
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄ƷSCP-TH — สถาบัน SCP
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄ƷSCP-DE — SCP Deutschland
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Many thanks to Decibelles for helping to compile this list!
Other Contributions/Etc. Records:
- Last Plane out of the South - character contribution for canon contest
- Dance the Danse (by Ihpkmn) - poetry
- Surprise! Happy Birthday! Still? - Gears Day 2013 creepypasta "Diaphanous"
- Reversed Engineering (by Roget) - prompt given in chat
- Essays on Style - author entry
- Serpent's Hand Hub - logo design, Illustration placeholder image (outline), some template text
- SCP-1411 (by DrMann) - poetry
- Surprise! Happy Birthday! Once more... - Gears Day 2014 creepypasta "They're There"
- SCP-2045 (by Jekeled) - yelled about the efficiency of molasses in chat I just want to remember this one okay
- SCP-563 (by Ihpkmn) - Talked about Chinese food.
- Surprise! Happy Birthday! Now, see here... - Gears Day 2015 creepypasta "City Cuts"
This is the coolest thing look at those awesome hats thanks Bryx!
Doctor Kiryu and Researcher Mercer
Eeeeeee look it's Mark and Riven being bros yaaayyy thank you OZ Ouroboros!!
No comment, ksaid.
Dr. Silberescher the results of your experiment of vital scientific importance resulted in my dissolving into uncontrollable laughter and the arbitrary emitting of high-pitched noises. Clearly this is a Keter level threat and must be dealt with accordingly.
Dr Erdrich this is amazing and you are awesome
(Thank you, fastandbulbous!)
The wall-shaking cacophony from the room upstairs ceased. A few seconds later, Daniel, Rene's calico, came barreling down the stairs and settled quickly at Riven's feet with a purr. Which meant that she wasn't too far behind, since she never let Dan out of her room while she was practicing - she even brought the litterbox in from the bathroom. However, it took a couple of minutes for her to finally appear at the top of the stairs, and Riven had picked his book back up in the meantime. When she finally did appear, her descent was slow; she averted eye contact, and Riven didn't push it. Her hands buried deep in the pockets of a grey hoodie, she walked into the kitchen. Riven could hear a cup being filled with water from the refrigerator, and Daniel got up and after a moment and followed the sound. After she returned, Daniel at her feet, she walked over and sat on the couch across the living room from Riven. After a minute of sitting silently, she watching the coffee table with her left foot on her right knee, sipping cool water, he pretending to continue reading but in truth worrying what could be wrong, she lowered her left to the floor, pulled a coaster off of the side table and set her glass upon it, sat up straight and spoke.
"I’m feeling really badly about my music." Riven placed his book to his side on the couch and looked at Rene.
"Really? Well, I’ve told you before, and I’ll stand by it now, that you’re music is really something special, Ren. I haven’t heard anything like it." A pause, but Riven knew not to continue - that she took her time while formulating her thoughts.
"Thanks, and I know that… Mm, that I should just do what I feel, and that that's what makes art move forward, you know? And that a lot of amazing artists aren't appreciated in their time…so, I shouldn't expect immediate reception to reflect how my art will be seen in the long run."
"But I guess it's…Well, I know it is…hard sometimes. Like, today, we had some time in Music Appreciation, and I had asked Mrs. Sands if I could play the class a recording of one of my songs that I'm putting on my album. And, you know, I figured it would be safe since it's Music Appreciation! So I played it, and, well, you know, it was ‘Cassie's Song,’ and you know how much work, how many hours I put into even mixing it, and I thought I had gotten it just right to, you know, like, show off the really basic instrumental makeup that I used, and how it had been subverted to allow for a lighter atmosphere, and more of, like, a cerebral and introspective feel that's really hard to achieve with those instruments. And, like, I even explained that a little bit to the class, but no one liked it. I mean, of course Jon and Philly liked it, but you know that both of them have made stuff with me before, and that we all share music between the three of us, and like, Phis and Adsen and them, too. The thing that made me feel the worst though was the look that Mrs. Sands gave me. I mean, she's teaching Music Appreciation, and she gave me this look while the song was playing like 'You really wanted to share this?' It really makes me feel like I'm never going to find people that appreciate what I make." Rene used her fourth and pinky fingers to brush aside her auburn hair and scratch her right temple. She had begun tapping her foot unconsciously while she was talking, and, looking down, stopped. After a while, Riven looked up to her and spoke:
"I've got a story from back when I worked with your dad and Oliver at the Foundation. I know that you don’t like hearing those stories sometimes, but would you mind hearing this one? It's one I haven't told before, and I think it might help."
"Sure, of course, if you think it’ll help. Usually the reason that I don’t like those stories is that the whole Foundation gives me a bad feeling…it seems like worse times, ya know? Can I turn the lights off though? They're giving me a headache." Rene switched the overhead lights off, walked over and sat next to Riven, leaning her head on his right shoulder. Riven consciously cleared his throat like he always did when he was about to share a story - it just felt right.
"Well, it was the second year that I had worked in my own labs, which was about seven years before my job kind of became, uh, null, you know, and so I was scrambling around as usual, trying to keep people safe, early, early in the morning. Probably about 5:30. I remember it was a Monday because I was quite excited about one of the items that was in our cache for the week. If I remember correctly it had some element of transportation, and those were always some of my favorites.
"So I'm doing the routine scramble, and I'm breathlessly approaching our office, and I notice that the door is ajar, which is worrying because the only other person that works in there is Researcher Milen, and he’s terribly punctual: 7 AM, every day, no exceptions. So, even though I know I may have just left it ajar from the night before, ‘cause in those days almost every night was a late night, I approach cautiously - no, it wasn't silly of me. You need to remember this is pre-CC, and where I was. We needed to stay alert. So I move very slowly along the wall, and I get right outside the door to peek in, and there's a woman standing in there.
"She's all bloodied up, clothes all torn, panting all breathless, and she's looking all over the place really panicked. She turns, and it seems like she's planning on running out of the room, but she sees me, and I'm deer-in-the-headlights at this point, and she starts rambling about cars. An endless stream of strange comments and negations on the features of cars! 'Cars cannot travel through time!' 'Cars serve people!' 'Cars don't want to find me!' 'Cars are made by people!' And as she keeps talking she starts to calm down, and she gets this ethereal look on her face, of just…pure joy. I've never seen such pure joy, and soon enough her panting is sounding a lot more like sighs of relief. By this time, though, I've hit the button on the inside of my coat that summons security, and I'm sure they were on their way anyways, thinking back - cameras on every corner. She got sedated right off the bat, taken, questioned, and then - I later learned - given some strong amnestics and turned away. I asked for a transcript of the interview, and shared it with Mark and Oliver, and they didn't believe it at all, and apparently neither did the higher-ups, or I'm sure we wouldn't have just given her amnestics and thrown her away…Or maybe we would have. Those were strange days…
"She claimed she was from another time. That in whatever world she came from, which she swore was ours, there was an extra-dimensional threat to humankind called cars. That they pervaded the conscious space of all people, that they tormented them, drove them mad. I mean, really amazing stuff. I think I've still got a copy of the transcript in the attic if you'd like to read it. I don't do the story justice. Well, anywho, she told us that she was a mercenary who wielded the power to change the cars with statements on their nature, as long as such statements had a listening ear, but there was no one left to hear her. She spent many years digging through the ancient, abandoned archives of a group she called 'The Candlebearers.' How she managed to survive that long is up to the imagination. Finally, she finds something, she finds some object that she thinks may help, one of many I’m sure, but this one truly is the one, and, through some interaction, she winds up in Oliver's and my office.
"So…even now, no one believes that this woman was anything but mad. She gets her mind wiped. She got kicked out on the streets of a nearby town. And that's how it was. But you know what I think?" A smile made its way across Rene's face in the dim light that came through the door to the kitchen.
"I think so, but I want to hear you say it." Riven smiled too.
"I believe that she saved the world. Existence. I believe that without her, we wouldn’t be here.
"So, what I'm trying to say is that” Riven ran his fingers through his hair, contemplating how to go on “no matter what some people think, know that you'll find someone to listen to you, to hear your voice, to hear your message. To hear you. You're saving the world. Ren."
Rene took a deep breath and kicked up from her spot on the couch. A smile once again spread across her face. She looked down on Riven.
"Hm." Walking towards the stairs, Rene flipped on the lights. "Do you know when Dad's gonna be home?"
"Pretty soon, I'd say."
"Alright. Thanks Dad." And with that, Rene ran up the stairs, Daniel in hot pursuit. Riven returned to his book. Shortly thereafter, the cacophony started up once more, and the walls shook a little harder.
Later that night, Riven dug through a box of his old paperwork; the light from the avenue filtered through the attic window and a brass lamp that he had plugged in near the entrance lent him the light he needed. There it was. "Interview AxC-5466-M: Interview with PoI 'Rene Guilder' Regarding Infiltration of Restricted Area K-2"
(Thank you, rumetzen!)
In the beginning there was The Forest. And within the forest, life. Great and small, predator and prey, winged and scaled and fanged and furred, the Forest teemed with every possible creature. Some you would know. Some have never been seen on this Earth. Birds with great blue feathers that nested in the dirt, insects with jewels for shells, fish that swam through air and wolves that hunted walking trees. All lived together in harmony.
And then came Man.
Rabbit saw them first. While foraging for roots, she looked up, and saw fire. She fled to warn the others- fire had not been seen in the woods for many generations. And as the denizens of the Forest came to view the flames, they saw the great machines that accompanied them. Behemoths of rusted steel, they belched smoke and tore at the trees. They uprooted wood from the earth and stripped the bark, feeding the remains into furnaces to fuel the grumbling fire.
At first, the denizens of the Forest knew not what to do. They had never seen anything like this before. After many days of observation, they realized that the machines would not leave, that the men would not go, that they would only continue to bore deeper and deeper into the woods. And the animals began to strike back. The leaped at the men and clawed and the machines and tore at the steel. But no amount of fury behind them could best the weapons of man. The animals were driven back, time and time again, until all that remained of the forest was a single grove, and the animals that huddled there.
“We are doomed,” cried Two-mouthed Bear. The other animals agreed.
“The Forest is about to fall,” lamented the Bee King. The others knew this was true.
“I will talk to Man,” came a small voice. The animals were silent. They turned, trying to find who had spoken.
“I will see why they have come to us,” came the voice again. This time, the animals saw the source- Butterfly, floating to the center of the grotto.
“It is impossible,” said Trout. “They will destroy you as soon as you grow near.”
“But they will not see me,” was Butterfly’s response. “I am small and quick. I will sneak past their machines, and speak to those in control.”
“They will not listen to reason,” said Green Deer. “They are mindless, destructive.”
“We cannot know until I try,” said Butterfly. The other animals were silent. They held no hope that Butterfly would succeed. But they also knew they could do nothing to stop her. And so, she left the grotto, and floated towards Man.
She came to their machines, and trembled at the great heat they produced. But she flew high, and passed them un-singed. She came to their camps, and looked at the wasteland the Men had left. She flew past the blackened stumps, and torn earth, and rivers of oil. And she was afraid, for she had seen what Men do to beautiful things.
And passed the wastes, she found a final tent. Three men stood aside, with gleaming weapons. And when she snuck past, she found inside a frail looking man slumped in a chair. A gold band sat atop his thin, grey hair.
Butterfly floated up to him and cleared her throat. “Hello.”
He jolted up. “Who’s there?”
“It’s me, Butterfly. Please sir, are these your Men?”
The man puffed up with pride. “I am King of these people.”
“I see,” said Butterfly. “And why are you trying to destroy the Forest?”
The question seemed to startle the King. “Because it’s in my way, of course.”
Butterfly considered this. “But what about the animals that live here?”
“What about them?”
“You are destroying our homes. You are killing us.”
“They are not my subjects. It is not my concern.”
She fluttered her wings. “You are conquering these lands, are you not? Does that not make them your subjects?”
He stroked his chin. “Perhaps…”
“Have you met any of the other animals?”
“Of course not!”
She smiled in the way that only butterflies can smile. “What is the point of being king if you do not know your subjects?’
He drummed his fingers against the chair. “Very well. Show me.”
And she lead him back to the grotto, where the animals trembled in fear. At first, he refused to get near them, and they him. But Butterfly nudged him forward. She assured his fellows that he would not harm them. And eventually, Cat approached the King. He recoiled, then allowed the animal closer. He knelt down and petted the animals soft fur.
Parrot fluttered up, landing next to the King. He stared at the plumage, eyes wide. It was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen. He listened to the music of the Singing Deer, and rode the powerful Horse, and gazed in wonder at the blinking of Firefly. One by one the animals approached him, and as he took in each, his heart grew softer.
When the final had come, Butterfly again came to him. This time, he looked at her with eyes wide, astonished by the beautiful of her wings. He bowed his head, understand the wonders that he might have destroyed. And the next day, when the animals woke, the Men were gone.
And the Forest began to grow again.
(Thank you, Doctor Photosynthetic!)
(Thank you, Doctor Jekeled!)
(Thank you, Researcher Gargus!)
Researcher Zyn sat
Contemplating the wooden
Christmas was now here
And here she was at night in
White Foundation garb.
All were at home, or
Else getting ready to go,
And he sat alone.
“Such a horrid way
To spend Christmas evening,”
She thought to herself.
“In an underground
Bunker, surrounded by all
Sorts of nightmare things.”
She should be at home,
With friends and parents this night,
Feasting on his gains.
But she is stuck here.
In a godforsaken Site,
To guard some soup bowl.
Her stomach growls and,
She rises, to procure some
With the fridge empty
And the cooks gone for the night,
A thought comes to her.
Camera goes down,
Password is entered, and now,
Into the chamber.
It sits there, all pale
And fragile, waiting for a
Person to cheer up.
Hopefully a small
Paper cut will do the trick,
A small clean up job.
Yes; the bowl fills up
And warm, delicious smells waft
Up to her nostrils.
She knows the effects,
But they are minor and not
Worth too much concern.
Sipping up a bit,
Zyn thinks to herself some more:
Why stay here tonight?
As he drinks up, the
Answers become clearer and
Clearer, till the half.
She is alone now, yes.
But she still sees them and knows
They are safe at night.
It is a hard price
Knowledge of such horrid things,
Enough to go white.
Yet, at the same time
Having the power to fight
Even a small part
Means she knows, every
Night, her family will still
Be there in the morn.
Separate now, yes.
But being alone tonight
Is almost worth it.
She swallows the last
And looks inside the bowl.
No message for her.
It would have been nice,
But alas; she must resume
Work or be caught here.
Still, some thinking time
Was nice to have, and she now
Feels much, much better.
Christmas alone sucks,
But if she can keep those close safe,
That’s enough for her.
Meanwhile, in the bowl,
Words form to make the statement:
“You have done so well.”
Because apparently I've written a substantial number of these. Note: the demos are kinda low-quality, since they were recorded using a cell phone microphone and no computer editing.
ETA: Dear lord these are old and kind of embarrassing. I'd like to think my GLaDOS impression is better now in the college dorm I could 100% "Still Alive" on vocals in Rock Band 2 grumble grumble
Partial Lyrics and Short Demos
This was a triumph.
We’re making a note here, it’s contained.
It’s hard to overstate our satisfaction.
We’re the Foundation.
We’re here to secure, contain, protect.
For the good of all the world,
We keep anomalous stuff,
Away from the people, for humanity’s sake,
We have 682, and also the Keter Cakes.
We get so much science done,
While we have a little fun,
And keep humanity still alive.
The lizard’s damn angry,
It wants to tear our heads right off
We’ll just have to keep trying to kill it
So tear it to pieces
And throw every piece into acid.
Maybe that won’t work because
It is so hard to destroy
Let it Hold
Forum post: http://www.scp-wiki.net/forum/t-834948/let-it-hold-parody-of-disney-s-let-is-go#post-2001938
The lights dim low as the cameras show
Not a creature has been stirred.
Dark hallways of isolation,
Where the screams are seldom heard
The years are passing as we hide away their kind
Need to keep them in,
For the rest of time.
Don't let them out,
don't let them free
Be the vigil the world needs us to be
Don’t let them go
Let no one know
Let it hold, let it hold
Reinforce the walls and door
Let it hold, let it hold
They will see light nevermore
No one knows
What we fight each day
Let the world move on
They’re safer in ignorance anyway
Cool Things to Find
Forum post: http://www.scp-wiki.net/forum/t-709442#post-1871598
Cool things to find, so many cool things to find
Cool things to fi-i-ind, so many cool things to find
Cool things to find, so many cool things to find
Cool things to fi-i-nd, so many cool things to find
A gun that fires giant angry bald birds
A steaming pile of crap and old turds
A huge awesome catapult built just for launching tanks
No seriously, I’m sure this calzone’s fine, kay thanks
These jokes tend to last the test of time
They may not rhyme but they're quite possibly
(The) coolest things to find
Coolest things to find
Coolest things to find
So many cool
So many cool things to find
Do You Wanna Catch a Bixby?
Forum post: http://www.scp-wiki.net/forum/t-427149/forum:thread#post-2075945 (lyrics by Americium241, tweaked by Zyn)
Do you wanna catch a bixby?
Come on we’ll go secure it
We never get out anymore
Breach the containment door
It’s like we have no lives
We once were normal people
and now we’re not
and I think that I know why
Do you wanna catch a bixby?
It doesn’t have to be a bixby…
Go away, agent.
Fine, never mind…
…do you wanna catch a bixby?!
or guard Site-19’s halls
I think some skip-catching is overdue
Now I try staring through the endless blank white walls
(Hang in there, MTF!)
Sometimes it gets unnerving
All these chambered rooms
Just hearing countdowns tick on…
beep-boop, beep-boop, beep-boop.
Please, I know you’re in there
People say we’re here for good
They say “it’s science” and I believe it, too
I’m still waiting on you, just let me in
Our creed is just three words here
Which one means the most?
Secure, contain, or protect…
Do you wanna catch a bixby…?
Currently in Progress
- Keter on the Lawn (Zombies on the Lawn parody)
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|A Wedding Gift For A Lady Mantis||20||18||02 Mar 2017 00:49||07 Mar 2017 06:04||03 Mar 2017 03:02|
|A Love Letter to a Lady Mantis||39||17||04 Sep 2016 01:47||22 Sep 2016 14:59||02 Mar 2017 01:11|
|SCP-348||608||187||29 Nov 2012 02:13||09 Mar 2017 05:02||09 Feb 2017 09:14|
|SCP-1744||69||31||19 Jul 2013 04:14||17 Dec 2013 11:27||19 Jan 2017 00:04|
|SCP-1457||139||61||11 Aug 2012 07:11||20 Dec 2016 23:25||19 Jan 2017 00:03|
|SCP-1355||43||27||03 Aug 2012 04:42||04 Nov 2015 05:55||19 Jan 2017 00:03|
|SCP-1571||86||53||27 Mar 2013 04:18||13 Sep 2016 22:20||17 Jan 2017 22:27|
|SCP-723-J||129||60||23 Oct 2015 06:18||11 Jan 2017 00:21||10 Jan 2017 21:46|
|SCP-732-J||74||45||30 Nov 2016 23:23||28 Dec 2016 23:35||01 Dec 2016 11:21|
|SCP-2225||76||23||08 Feb 2015 01:58||08 Jun 2016 03:09||11 Oct 2016 19:05|
|SCP-2175||63||12||06 Apr 2015 01:20||13 Feb 2016 20:34||11 Oct 2016 01:59|
|SCP-2332||148||35||21 May 2014 06:02||23 Mar 2017 14:25||11 Oct 2016 01:59|
|SCP-2255||138||63||06 Apr 2014 03:28||13 Sep 2016 00:46||11 Oct 2016 01:59|
|SCP-1338||85||36||06 Mar 2013 06:27||03 Jan 2016 21:18||11 Oct 2016 01:58|
|SCP-2239||52||21||18 Jul 2015 23:31||02 Dec 2016 02:51||11 Oct 2016 01:58|
|SCP-3333-J||159||41||04 Feb 2015 05:21||06 Jul 2016 22:56||11 Oct 2016 01:44|
|SCP-576||155||52||02 Feb 2013 23:28||27 Nov 2015 07:38||25 Nov 2015 19:20|
|SCP-2448||72||41||14 Mar 2015 20:39||28 Sep 2016 18:02||20 Mar 2015 00:43|
|SCP-1334||124||72||20 Jan 2014 04:10||11 Feb 2015 21:14||11 Feb 2015 21:13|
|SCP-2885||104||19||13 Aug 2014 04:29||31 Aug 2016 12:26||13 Aug 2014 06:10|
|Spirit Staff of Eastern Avian Shaman||27||9||07 Jul 2014 01:30||11 Jul 2014 06:48||14 Jul 2014 02:51|
|SCP-2023||106||56||09 Jun 2014 05:21||07 Sep 2016 12:48||09 Jun 2014 05:53|
|SCP-1443||57||33||23 Apr 2013 04:47||13 Dec 2014 20:53||23 May 2014 18:01|
|Tale||Rating||Comments||Created||Last Comment||Last Edit|
|Kiryu Labs Hub||33||20||30 Nov 2014 00:27||11 May 2016 23:42||20 Jan 2017 06:20|
|Impressions||62||26||29 Jan 2013 00:09||05 Apr 2013 04:37||19 Jan 2017 00:16|
|Snakes And Ladders||89||24||22 Apr 2015 06:04||25 Mar 2016 04:50||09 Jan 2017 12:09|
|Slumbering||21||10||20 Aug 2012 20:56||28 Sep 2012 22:40||11 Oct 2016 01:44|
|Waking||25||8||14 Aug 2012 19:39||15 Aug 2012 04:22||11 Oct 2016 01:43|
|Ailier||35||21||21 Sep 2013 05:23||18 Jan 2017 08:47||11 Oct 2016 01:43|
|Decompression||32||14||10 May 2016 23:00||11 Dec 2016 02:17||11 Oct 2016 01:42|
|Remember You||30||6||29 Nov 2014 06:00||10 Dec 2014 08:15||11 Oct 2016 01:42|
|Memory of a Masterpiece||56||13||16 Sep 2014 03:53||20 Sep 2014 07:13||11 Oct 2016 01:42|
|Reality Check||91||16||21 Apr 2014 22:42||03 Feb 2016 23:14||11 Oct 2016 01:42|
|Irrational||29||18||23 Aug 2013 19:30||04 Jun 2014 06:07||11 Oct 2016 01:41|
|Sacrifice||46||13||08 Mar 2013 06:39||03 Apr 2013 14:45||11 Oct 2016 01:41|
|Arbitrary Darkness||50||36||18 Jan 2013 09:04||28 Dec 2015 20:50||08 Oct 2016 06:56|
|Salut d'Amour||81||37||15 Feb 2013 00:34||15 Aug 2015 03:49||08 Oct 2016 06:55|
|More than Ever||72||28||12 Oct 2012 05:32||20 Jun 2015 19:52||08 Oct 2016 06:55|
|Into That Good Night||80||55||27 Aug 2012 19:14||10 Jan 2014 04:09||19 Sep 2016 05:10|
|A Sort of Challenge||43||12||01 Mar 2015 04:17||09 Mar 2015 04:26||24 May 2016 18:43|
|Dreaming||20||13||20 Aug 2012 23:44||21 Nov 2012 07:37||22 Apr 2016 15:34|
|Birdseed||21||6||08 Jul 2014 04:49||14 Jul 2014 17:05||22 Apr 2016 15:23|
|M13 Personnel Memorabilia Log||41||26||24 Feb 2016 23:00||20 Mar 2016 20:34||22 Apr 2016 15:15|