Today is a lovely day at Site-06-(4)! Exciting messages from O5-5 (the Site Director) pass through on the intercom, your coffee tastes even better than usual, and even the Security and Mobile Task Force units who have seen death, pain, and gore, are happier than ever. You are the most happy, you just became a Level O5 Scientist and… it's your daughter's birthday. You're overjoyed, a skip is in your step. You enter your new office while energetically humming Zipadeedoodah. You sit on your new chair, open your computer, and look on amazon for the best 10 year old birthday gift!
Things are turning out just nicely today!
Then a pop up appears on your SCP Foundation Email… a link?
The sender goes by the name of "A"
You're confused, you try to email back to the unknown user.
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You are unable to email to him.
You're curious. Questions like, "What is this file?", or "What is this link leading too?", or "Who is this A guy?", or "Should I buy the new American Doll, or the new Sims game for my daughter?"
You decide this link can wait and you move it to your "Special Folder".
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It didn't work…
So you try again…
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Nothing…
You think, "Great, a prank link. Thanks a million Dr. Bright! … although, it could be something important. No, it can wait. I have to think what my daughter should get for her birthday! Although, this file may be so important, that it's a life or, dare I say death situation? OH! Don't be stupid! Let's get back… to… amazon…"
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The way how the links letters and numbers are black and outlined red send a curious chill down your spine.
Then you say, "OH! Why not? Let's see what this is all about!"
You open the link.
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Suddenly your computer blows a fuse turning off the power in your office permanently locking the doors.
You panic.
You desperately attempt to open the door but you fail. You try to get attention by banging on the door… nothing.
As you are trying your hardest, your computer screen begins to glow yellow…
You look and see that the plug to the computer has been blown, how was this working?
You walk over to your desk, and take a seat, looking at the computer.
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It shows in black words on the yellow screen several strange symbols and languages and fonts you have never seen.
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And then… it happens.
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WARNING! YOU ARE VIEWING A FILE BEYOND YOUR CLEARANCE.
MEMETIC KILL AGENT ACTIVE.
[[image-block name=6666 meme attack.jpg|caption=]]
[IN THE NAME OF MR. SCP]
THIS SCP IS ONLY ACCESSIBLE TO O5/6666 DUE TO THE SCP CAPABLE OF CAUSING A ZK CLASS END OF REALITY AND END OF THE WORLD SCENARIO. O5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED
[O5 Clearance Accepted]
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[Finished!]
Item #: SCP-6666
Object Class: Safe-2
[[image-block name=O5-5.jpg|caption=The image of SCP-6666 has been redacted in the name of the O5-Council]]
Containment Procedures: Kept at Holding Site-35 until Site is chosen/available.
Description: [DATA EXPUNGED]
Dr. Gordon Freeman and Several Mobile Task Force Units Oversee SCP-6666's momentary containment chamber until further notice at Holding Site-35.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Freeman: Hello there.
SCP-6666: Good day Masricle.
Dr. Freeman: I beg your pardon?
SCP-6666: It's what we call non magic people like you in our world.
Dr. Freeman: Your world?
SCP-6666: Look, the way you contained me isn't that accurate. You see, I'm much more powerful than you think.
Dr. Freeman: Really?
SCP-6666: Sure, like for example when I snap my fingers, the power goes out and everything breaches.
Dr. Freeman: What?!
SCP-6666: Don't worry, I won't, I won't. You know, I need to go for a walk, I'll be right back.
*SCP-6666 walks through the door*
Dr. Freeman: Sound the breach alarm!
<End Log>
You're ever so slightly in shock. You've read your first O5 Classified SCP. You're still panicked about being trapped in here, but you still hold high, high hopes.
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You chuckle. That's her favorite song and band. You then pull out your phone and look at some memorable pictures. Then, an Idea pops into your head. You open up contacts and try to call O5-5.
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You're immediately hung up. When you go back on the contact list, you see that suddenly O5-5's name on the contact list has begun to glitch and read" ErrDark, The Ink.
You swallow the lump in your throat. Suddenly, the sound of the intercom echo loudly in your office making you throw your coffee from where the sound originated.
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You miss horribly.
Then you hear O5-5's voice on the intercom, this time he sounds a little serious.
"Attention, attention? Can we get twenty or more Administrative Department units to Chamber-0, Sector-15? Thank you"
Your hear rate begins increasing faster and faster. You've heard rumors about Chamber=- Sector-15… it's the containment chamber of SCP-6666, the SCP you're reading, right here, right now. You move on to the next pair of tabs.
SCP-6666 was being kept at Site-86 in Heavy Containment Sector-4 until, █-█-██, when Dr. ████ visited SCP-6666
<Begin Log>
Dr. ████: Hello SCP-6666.
SCP-6666: Good day to you!
Dr. ████: You seem cheerful…
SCP-6666: Of course I should be! You're getting married today!
Dr. ████: How do you know that?
SCP-6666: The Voice told me, of course!
Dr. ████: The Voice?
SCP-6666: Yes, the Voice! You have the Voice, I have the Voice, we all have the voice!
Dr. ████: I don't think I have "The Voice".
SCP-6666: Don't lie! Everyone has the voice!
Dr. ████: I'm afraid I don't.
SCP-6666: Alright, that does it.
*SCP-6666 impales Dr. ████ with a tentacle. Several MTF Units enter.*
SCP-6666: Oh, no, I don't think so!
*SCP-6666 snaps its fingers. Now the MTF's are in their boxers, wearing floaties and holding squirt guns instead of P-90's.*
SCP-6666: Here, I got the water!
*SCP-6666 splashes them with a black liquid which disolves the MTF Units. The MTF Units then turn into small strange tar like beings.
SCP-6666: Thank's for the talk, doc, but I have a Site to breach!
<End Log>
Suddenly you hear the intercom go off… it's O5-5.
"Attention, can we please have all Mobile Task Force Units to Chamber-0, Sector-15? We may have a bit of a breach. Please, please don't panic, okay? We got this! Alright don't panic, don't, don't…"
It ends…
It begins to feel like your heart is bouncing from your chest to your throat every passing second. Are you safe in here? Are you safe?
Mr. ████ is to talk to SCP-6666 and get many questions out of SCP-6666. Such as its origins, its age, its past life, etc.
<Begin Log>
General ████: Hello, SCP-6666.
SCP-6666: …
General ████: Hello?
SCP-6666: It's you! My chosen one!
General ████: I beg your pardon?
SCP-6666: Yes, you will become the next O5-5, you will even be the Site Director here! Before all that, you'll get extremly powerful… well. Powers.
General ████: So?
SCP-6666: So that won't mean I'll try to suck out your organs through your mouth.
General ████: Lovely, anyways I'm here to ask a few questions.
SCP-6666: Alrighty then!
General ████: Who are you, and did you always look like this?
SCP-6666: My name is Reniea Dacron, a famous Cartoon Artist, and no I didn't always look like this. You see, I began making my cartoons during the Revolutionary War, because children were scared during those times, so I created cartoons to make them feel better. Then one day, I brought everyone who loved my cartoons to my company building to show them a masterpiece I created. The Ink Contraption. It was used to turn any human into a cartoon drawing that was inserted into the Contraption. I put a drawing of the main character into the machine, and then I put myself into the machine, I had one of my assistants turn on the machine. Also, as I got in, I said: "Prepare to watch history be made!" Well that happened alright.
General ████: What happened.
SCP-6666: Something went wrong with the machine, and I came out looking like… this. Everyone screamed and ran. Later, I became interested with the Demonical Arts, and soon, I became a living demon. Hey you wouldn't mind if I caused a containment breach. Would you?
General ████: What, I(cuts off)
SCP-6666: Lovely. See you!
*SCP-6666 teleport's through a black puddle out of the room and disappears.*
<End Log>
You're shaking. You know a secret… O5-5, is an SCP. You then suddenly hear a blood curdling scream echo the halls. Then everything, everyone, is quiet.
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The alarm blares. Your room's light alarm begins spinning. Over the intercom, O5-5 is heard.
"ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL, WE ARE UNDER GOING A CODE MAGENTA! PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO GATE-A, GATE-B, OR GATE-C. SCP-6666 HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT AND THE SITUATION HAS GOTTEN WORSE. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE BREACH SHELTER, GET TO THE EXITS NOW!"
Your heart is beating out of your chest. Will you survive? You're locked in your office, there's no way out!
Then… a pop up appears on your computer, on your email.
The email reads something that almost makes you vomit:
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"It's Hungry"
Then you hear something, from the corner of your office… a slugging sound. You look, though it is hard to see due to the dark. Thanks to the breach lights you can see the corner for only a few seconds.
You see a black puddle forming… you slowly get up from your desk.
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A pair of black inky hands emerge from the puddle. You jump back. Then the hands lift the 2.4384 meter creature rise from the pool. It is so tall, it was to lean its head since the office is small.
It walks towards you slowly, making a gurgling laugh.
You run up to the door slamming against it hopping to break it down. You scream for help, you scream, and scream, and scream.
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But nobody came…
You turn around to see it standing right before you. It grabs you by the neck. It feels…
Disgusting…
You try to push yourself off of it, you slam your






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