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SCP: Love, Hate, and Mushroom Farming
Page Type: SCP Article
Genre: Fantasy(?), Romance
Page Layout: Standard article, with multiple interview logs.
Elevator Pitch: Two families of tiny humanoids that have a rivalry and are cautious of humans. The assigned researcher ends up being a go-between for two members from the different families that love each other.
Central Narrative:
Hook/Attention-Grabber:
Additional Notes:
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B currently reside in a modified large containment chamber, containing a layer of soil on the ground and two large trees on either side. An artificial stream separates the two sides, with SCP-XXXX able to cross only by a single bridge. The chamber is to be populated with small forest animals, such as squirrels, rabbits, foxes, and a variety of insects. In the event of the farms of SCP-XXXX-A being insufficient, fruits and vegetables are to be provided. Weapons produced by or in the possession of either group are to be confiscated.
Instances of SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B are encouraged to only communicate for trading or diplomacy. Any hostile actions between the two are to be reported, and the groups to be separated from each other for at least 48 hours.
Description: SCP-XXXX designates 24 members of a species of small humanoids, separated into the two different distinct families, SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B. Regardless of family, all SCP-XXXX instances have a height of approximately 26 to 28 centimeters at adulthood, bulbous facial features, and tan or grey skin. Members of SCP-XXXX claim to live an average of "80 or 90 seasons."
Both groups show natural proficiency in carpentry and construction, and will produce small homes at the bases of trees. All instances speak an unknown dialect that appears to be a pidgin language derived from French, Gaelic, Welsh, and at least one unknown language, with many also speaking crude English or Welsh.
SCP-XXXX-A-1 through -13 consists of 13 individuals, under the collective family name of "Yarengo," distinguished by brown or orange irises, and brown hair. SCP-XXXX-A have a produce simple clothing made from scavenged materials such as grass and acorns, and tend to farming daily. Upon discovery, the farms produced multiple fruits and vegetables, including one unknown species of fruit and two unknown species of mushroom. A particular SCP-XXXX-A individual, named Flimsy Yarengo (SCP-XXXX-A-1), is the presumed to be the eldest of the family and the head of the family.
SCP-XXXX-B-1 through -11 consists of 11 individuals, under the collective family name of "Coll," distinguished by black irises, and orange, blonde, or gray hair. SCP-XXXX-B produce more refined clothing made of the fur of squirrels or rabbits. At least two rabbits and one squirrel have been "tamed" and ridden by members of SCP-XXXX-B, with the squirrel eventually being slaughtered for meat. Two members of SCP-XXXX-B, spouses named Gilvan Coll (SCP-XXXX-B-1) and Sumpentha Coll-Wilks (SCP-XXXX-B-2), are apparent leaders of the group. At least five members are confirmed to have been adopted into the family.
Members of SCP-XXXX-B will sometimes create crude weaponry. The poor quality and comparatively small size poses little risk to humans, but is nonetheless harmful to both humans and SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B will often trade with each other. SCP-XXXX-B has a notable dependence on SCP-XXXX-A for various fruits and vegetables, which SCP-XXXX-A gives, often begrudgingly, without requesting much in return.
Addendum XXXX-01: The following interviews were conducted by Dr. Thomas Kent after soon after initial containment.
Interviewer: Dr. Thomas Kent
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX-A-1 through -13
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Kent: Greetings. I am Dr. Thomas Kent, and I will be conducting-
A-4: (Unintelligible)? Are you a human?
A-1: Hush now, Ger, let the man speaks.
Dr. Kent: It's quite alright. I am a human, and I-
A-4: Do you really feed people to animals?
(A-1 pulls on A-4's nose)
A-1: You'll have to excuse him, we've never seens a human before. Well, Pappy Sarrog did, but we thought that was just a tall tale! (Chuckles) Not a bunch'a kind folk, usually.
Dr. Kent: You've never seen humans before? You were retrieved from a forest near a town populated by humans, so I would assume that one of you had personally seen a human beforehand.
A-10: I saws a human, once. I was pickin' near the blodyel.1 One of 'em, tall and pale, with hair on fire! She has a faol, a hound, with 'er, too, though they musta been young'ns.
By now, multiple members are displaying boredom and begin to wander. A-8 whistles.
A-1: I tolds you not to go 'round the blodyel! Humans lookin' at you the right way can turn your feet around forever! (Pauses, glances at Dr. Kent) I'm sure that you're nice folks, though!
Dr. Kent: I can assure you that we will try our best to be hospitable. Now, you were discovered along with another group, SCP-XXXX-B, or the Colls-
A-1: Colls. Moochin' off of us and we get only a bit of fur and meat. If I didn't knows better, I'd have stopped helpin' 'em seasons ago. You know, one of them, that nasty Lewynn2 gal, I think was her name, was once beating my Dail?3 He's a big man, and a lady likes her shouldn't go around beating anyones, I knows!
(A-7 sighs)
Dr. Kent: I see. Why do you continue to trade with them, then?
A-2: You should always helps your neighbor, you know. Help them, or it's down to Hakifsmot4 with you.
All other members of SCP-XXXX-A return to attention upon hearing the word 'Hakifsmot.'
Dr. Kent: Would you have any objections to having an accommodation within close proximity to them?
(Multiple members of SCP-XXXX-A show confusion, then speak amongst themselves in an unknown language)
Dr. Kent: Is it okay if you live near them?
A-1: We heard you… Well, not much is changin', so we guess so.
Dr. Kent: Understood. I think that will be all for now.
[END LOG]
Notes: Most SCP-XXXX-A seemed to be disinterested or cautious about humans. Additionally, no member by the name of 'Sarrog' has been identified, implying that other members or groups of SCP-XXXX may exist.
Interviewer: Dr. Thomas Kent
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX-B-1 through -13
[BEGIN LOG]
Dr. Kent: Greetings. I am Dr. Thomas Kent, and I will be conducting and interview to record your recent history and contact with humans.
[END LOG]
Notes:
Addendum XXXX-0X: A wedding ceremony was performed in the containment cell of SCP-XXXX, following traditional SCP-XXXX customs. Multiple Foundation staff were invited, including Dr. Kent, who took the place of a cuirmon, analogous to a best man.
Addendum XXXX-0X: SCP-XXXX-A-7 and SCP-XXXX-B-9 have produced a child, SCP-XXXX-A-14. The child is named Tommikent Yarengo.
SCP: THE HAUNTING: GRAYBOHR PRISON
Page Type: SCP Article
Genre: Paranormal, Science fiction
Page Layout: Standard article
Elevator Pitch: A supposedly haunted prison that has enough activity to attract the Foundation's attention. The "hauntings" are actually from a machine built by fake ghost hunters to attain better "evidence" and more fame.
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Hook/Attention-Grabber:
Additional Notes:
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
Ryan Greaves, Marisha Greaves, Barry Emerson, James Caleb
Addendum XXXX-01:
"My name is Ryan Greaves. My whole life, I've been haunted by spirits, and now, I'm searching for answers. I am exploring the country, collecting evidence with my team, hoping to prove the existence of the supernatural. We will study evidence through the day, and explore haunted locations through the night. This is… The Haunting."
SCP (Joke): Anti-Anomalous Banana Cream
Page Type: Joke SCP Article
Genre: Comedy
Page Layout: Standard article, with multiple testing logs
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Central Narrative:
Hook/Attention-Grabber:
Additional Notes:
Item #: SPF-100-J
Object Class: Thaumiel
Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SPF-100-J are to be contained inside of their original bottles or a similar bottle. Bottles are stored inside of a standard containment locker.
Removal and usage of SPF-100-J is only permitted while testing, in the case of an emergency where one or more anomalous effects must be neutralized, or during the annual Site-19 keter-class beach party and picnic.
Description: SPF-100-J designates a viscous, pale yellow cream, usually appearing in plastic bottles. Labeling describes SPF-100-J as buoyant and banana-flavored, but the former has only proven true for the container. Packaging also claims to "block 99% of UV rays!" Investigation into supposed 'UV rays' is ongoing, pending SCP classification.
SPF-100-J has protective and anti-anomalous properties that activate when applied to certain areas of the body. Different effects activate depending on location applied to body and nearby anomalous effects. These effects are unique to every usage, and have inconsistent effectiveness; SPF-100-J usually alters its density or chemical properties, which may or may not cancel or change anomalous effects. Caution is advised when using SPF-100-J to protect oneself.
SPF-100-J Testing Log:
Procedure: SPF-100-J is to replace SCP-682's acid bath for 1 hour, after which SCP-682 is to have its kneecaps blown up with dynamite.
Results: SCP-682 consumed the entirety of SPF-100-J before 1 hour was concluded. SCP-682's kneecaps where blown up anyways. SCP-682 regenerated the wounds at approximately 85% of its typical efficiency.
Notes: "THIS JUICE IS BANGIN' YO" -SCP-6825
Procedure: SPF-100-J is to be mixed with SCP-447 in equal parts. The resulting mixture is to be applied to a human corpse.
Results: The two components were combined without problem, resulting in a yellow-green substance that smelled of mint and bananas. Approximately 12 seconds after application to a corpse, the mixture began to █████ at speeds of ██ km/h, damaging the testing chamber and expelling large amounts of [DATA EXPUNGED]. The █████ then [DATA EXPUNGED] all of the [DATA EXPUNGED] personnel present, releasing █████ █████ and ████ ██ ███, rapidly spreading throughout the site. Containment breach was declared, at which point several instances of █████ [DATA EXPUNGED] to the [REDACTED], ███████ the █████ [REDACTED] ███████ rather vigorously, and [REDACTED]. After giving unknown illnesses to ███ personnel, the █████ absorbed the remaining ██ [DATA EXPUNGED] and [REDACTED] a [REDACTED] without proper registration, resulting in █████ ███ two (2) ██████. ██████ █ in ████ [REDACTED], ████████ Dr. Bright's left █████, [PUNGE EXDATAD], ████████ █████ before finally slowing down the █████ and [DATA EXPUNGED], 6 days later. After the remaining SPF-100-J had dissolved from the █████, the original corpse was restored to fully functional life, unaltered from before death, save for gaining yellow-green irises and a constant scent of minty bananas.
Notes: "Any future attempts to bring someone back to life using this process requires O5 approval. ███ casualties is a bit too much for bringing back one person."
Procedure: SPF-100-J is applied to Dr. Kent's left cheek, then punched by Dr. Hawley, who is wearing non-anomalous brass knuckles.
Results: Dr. Kent was harmed was harmed as to be expected by a punch with brass knuckles. Dr. Hawley reported no strange feelings.
Notes: Dr. Hawley punched with a left hook.
Procedure: SPF-100-J is applied to the entirety of D-01312's exposed skin, who then walks into the light produced by SCP-727-J.
Results: [REDACTED]. Alternate-dimensional anomalous sources utilized to negate effects.
Notes: D-01312 subsequently apologized for "breaking the day."
Tale: Researcher Mackenmitch Buys Hamburger Buns
Page Type: Tale
Genre: Comedy
Page Layout: Tale
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Hook/Attention-Grabber:
Additional Notes:
Researcher Mackenmitch inhaled and gradually exhaled through his nose. This was a quirk he picked up during his time working with an anomalous rodent that had an obsession with eating people's tongues. Even though it died, he still breathed like this on occasion, because he still appreciated having a tongue.
He had just finished inhaling for the second time when Dr. Hawley slammed on the car's breaks, sending him flying as far as his seatbelt would allow.
"A'right, Mackenmitch, get going."
Mackenmitch looked over at Dr. Hawley as he opened the car door. "You aren't coming along?"
"Naw," she replied, vaguely looking at nothing in the distance. "I have a call to take. 'Sides, this store's always given me the creeps…" She nodded at the large grayish building in front of them. It would have looked abandoned if it weren't for the large sign that said "OPEN" in painfully bright colors, but it wasn't exactly creepy.
He stepped fully out of the car and leaned on the door. "Then why would you choose this place?"
"They have good hotdog buns. Now don't take to long, the staff barbeque is in two hours." She reached over and shut the door herself. Mackenmitch sighed and turned towards the store.
Okay, maybe the fact that it was in the middle of a forest and was an hour from the nearest town was a little weird, but the building alone wasn't creepy.
Tale: The Normal Lives of Anomalous Entities
"CACK!"
Doctor Spanko was stomping around in his cell, angrily cacking and cawing, berating the doctors behind the window.
"Smack-snacks will be egregious tonight! Stranglefruits in no rabbles, dentistry army! CACK!"
"So…" The researcher turned to the other one. "…what's this supposed to do again?"
"Well, I'm trying to see if the amount of gummy worms eaten by SCP-2337 changes its capabilities in any way, but-"
"CACK! Needeth stranglefruit and toot on Wednesday!"
"-I think it just wants to murder us, now."
"Indeeds, matey! Murderations profusely on the schoolboard! Cack! Bloodstuffs for the blood boy! Bonestuffs for the bone boy! CACK! CACK!"
The old man from nowhere stopped at the edge of the river. He kneeled down - which still put some strain on his knees - and dipped his cup into the water. He gently lifted it to his lips, sipping slowly, as if to savor it. It had been a very, very long time since he last felt the need to drink, but he still drank, as if hoping that the taste of water would make him feel thirsty again. That he would feel some other biological need again- perhaps one that would grow and grow until it hurt, and then he could finally-
-no. He shook his head, poured out the rest of the water, and stood up. If it didn't happen to him yet, he thought, then it wouldn't be happening to him ever. He brushed the dirt off of his knees and walked several paces somewhere to the left. He paused again, and looked back to the river. The rushing water split around a large rock, then joined back together, so determined on its natural path.
The old man moved a few steps backwards and, with what he might call a smile, he started walking to the right.
"I'm just saying, if Wondertainment came out with us today, we would be the hottest thing. Uh, no pun intended."
"Listen, Headless, no kid likes this kind of stuff, except for weird kids, but even then, who's going to buy a whole person?"
Mr. Headless rubbed the air where the bridge of his nose would be. "I know you're literally the best at figuring this stuff out, but come on! Kids these days love freaky shit! Hey, uh, what's-your-name, Joanna? Hey, would your kid buy us?"
The security guard looked at - tried to look at - the three Little Misters sitting at the table, and thought about the question.
"Not the fish guy, that's for sure."
"Fuck you too, Joanna."
Miscellaneous Stuff
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class:
Special Containment Procedures:
Description:
Addendum:
SCPs:
- Uncontrollable product placement and advertising, eventually goes super meta
- MOUNTAIN CHAMPION
- Pig / mushroom / body horror things
- I think it would be a fun challenge to make a serious SCP about failed clones of Jerma that a fan made.
- Emergency Doomsday Device
- Marge is hunted inside a Simpsons episode. mega_doh.mp3 simpsons_hunting_marge.mp4 hunting_marge_2.mp4 test_shit.mp4
- "I am the vegetables goddess! I give you many vegetables!"
- Stars keep disappearing
Tales:
- Thing with 2524
- "My dad is a scientist"
Random Header:
- Secure, Contain, Protect
- Super Cool Pixels!
- Now with art!
- Probably updated!
- I WARNED YOU ABOUT [REDACTED], BRO!
- Yeah, man!
- Radical!
- Wibbly!
- [SPUNGE EXDATAD]
- Where are the scips of yesteryear?
- Where have all of the stars gone?
- You take 1d4 psychic damage
- I have done nothing but refine bread for 3 days
- It was mosquitoes!
- Whelp, doctor
- The Coarse Awalems
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