this will probably just have my Tgcf, Mdzs FNAF and SCP head cannons if you wanna use any of them then go ahead :) but if you post it publicly or something then please give me credit ^^

since all of the stories I make are terrible I'll just make a book of memes :) There might be some Ship memes just saying

cover art isnt mine-

DISCLAIMER- The art is by MIKUHAME, a lovely person who messaged me on instagram. Trigger warning will be inside of the book

Sequel to "Are We Cool Yet" Upon discovery of an artifact within the Hand that can bring back the dead, Doc sets out to get Mask back. Unfortunately, the artifact wipes his memory of his beloved. Peanut goes out looking for Shy after his banishment in the final chapter, and they run across another major breach. It may be that soon there won't be enough amnestics to clear the world of their memories of the anomalous, and the masquerade might just be over.

First things first, the art on the cover is not mine! (All credits go to the artist<3). This is a story about SCP-035 and SCP-049, also known as The Possessive Mask and The Plague Doctor. They find each other once again after decades or maybe even centuries of being apart. At this time, 049 has forgotten the memories he and 035 once shared. During their containment and after the breach, 035 tries to coax those memories back but it is only met with failure. Or is it?

TRIGGER WARNING: death, surgery, stockholm syndrome, depression, anxiety Based off the tale "Crunch" from the wiki. It's called "Are We Cool Yet" because the original plot was going to include Peanut's creators, the anartists, but the story went somewhere else. Anyway, a group of motley SCPs get together and breach containment once and for all! It is mostly angst with a side of fluff. I'll take my time I'll take my time You cannot rush What can't be timed And its tough believing There's someone living out there Happier than me Happier than me We may be lost And gone forever The rain will wash our memory But when we cry We cry together Like it was meant to be - AJR, Growing Old on Bleeker Street

Completed A 049 x 035 fanfic I decided to write because I ship it and there isn't enough stuff for this ship

The Foundation is an organization dedicated to keep the monsters that lurk in the dark at bay, to protect those in the light. But what did those monsters do, during a time when there was no such Foundation to hinder their schemes? For a porcelain mask and a plague doctor, attempt to change the world. But perhaps, they'd find such a task not to be so easy. Especially when they each stood in each other's way. Love can be a beautiful burden, no?