SCP Short Stories

Cake wars

Sirens wale as all doors open in the facility. Every living monster/creature walk out of their cells; some peacefully, some running out like animals. The SCPs take this rare time to interact with one another until the facility decides to take over again and put everyone back in their cells.

A plague doctor with hood and no hat walk out of his cell and looks around to see all his fellow companions. They know him as SCP-049 or just 049 for short. He says nothing as he walks down many hallways and corridors, taking the elevator once to the 50 floor down, and walking more to go see his dearest friend. He walks into an open cell door and hears screams of agony and pain. He waits at the door to let his friend finish with the new victim that decided it was a good idea to enter a dangerous cell.

Once the screams have died, a tall, skinny man with a white theater mask on walked into scene. There was black ooze coming out of the eye sockets and mouth. He was known as SCP-035 or 035 for short. Do not be fooled for it is not the person who is dangerous. It is actually the mask that the person wears.

"Hello dear friend. Did you find a body that suits you or would you prefer to go find someone else before we meet our other companions?" Asked 049

035 chuckled at his friend's remark. "I am quite alright with this body, thank you. Now let's go before Larry decides to eat all the cake in the break room." 035 starts speed walking down the hallways to get to the break room in time before Larry.

049 shakes his head in annoyance. "How is it even possible for you to eat? You are just a mask." 049 puts his hands behind his back and follows his friend.

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035 runs at the fridge with LARRY right behind his back. After ramming himself at the fridge he regained his balance and opened the fridge. He took the cake out and held it close to himself.

"AHA! I got it first! It's all mine!" 035 holds the cake up in triumph.

LARRY huffs in frustration. He was a rust colored old man with black eyes. All he had on was a blue, sleeveless vest. He is known as SCP-106 by the doctors and guards in the facility. With just a touch of his hand he can decompose anything; so keeping him contained was very hard. 

Larry crosses his arms and scoffs. "That is not fair! I never even agreed to do this stupid race with you."

"As the saying goes in this century: You snooze, you loose."

Larry marches towards him and grabs 035 by the collar. "Now listen here you little-"

049 gets in between the two SCPs and tries to push them away from each other. "Gentlemen, gentlemen. Must we use such actions of violence just to retrieve a frosted pastry? I am sure there is a way to resolve this conflict without using such force."

"Can it, Bird face!" Larry jabs his finger into 049's chest.

035 gasps in a very dramatic way and acts offended. "How dare you treat my friend that way! Only I can call him such names!"

The bird face looks at 035 confused. "I never agreed to that."

"Quiet my dear friend! I am trying to defend you!"

Larry starts getting more mad. "Why don't both of you just shut u- HEY!"

A little 3 year old girl with a yellow dress decorated in colorful flowers and short brown hair sneaks up behind 035 and takes the cake. As she makes her escape she screams while running out the door with the cake in her hands.

"Hey come back here! That's mine!" 035's face turns to angry. 

035 and Larry proceed to chase the little girl known as SCP-053. Their shouts die down as they keep following her.

049 looks at the door with the disappointing look that a mother would only have for a child. Even though he is wearing a plague doctor mask, you can clearly tell. 049 walks towards the couch and sits down. The robotic feet next to him kick a little. 049 turns his head to face SCP-073. He is middle age, middle eastern man with black hair, and blue eyes. His arms and legs have all been replaced with an unknown type of metal. All he was hearing was a white shirt.

073 turns a page from a magazine he is reading. "Tough breach?"

049 sighs. "Yup."

053 comes running back in the room with the cake stile in her hands while screaming; 035 and Larry still chasing her. The little girl makes a loop and runs back out the door. Larry stops running and hunches over to catch his breath. 035 still proceeds to chase the little girl.

"Very tough breach."