Foundations Stories

In this Parallel World, VR technology is remarkably developed, but games are extremely scarce. So Andrew Ryan who is from another world and is bound to a game system, as a fanatic of the SCP Universe, decisively launched the SCP Foundation with aspects such as the Foundation and SCPs as the setting. When the game was released, it caused a lot of enthusiasm. But during the game, the psyche of many players worldwide gradually crumpled. "Help, what kind of monster is this? I just glanced at its face, and it chased me down-!" "The statue moves-! I have to stare at it, I can't even blink-!" "F*ck? This big lizard can talk..." "Hahaha, I looked straight at it, I seem crazy, hahaha..." "Is that howling..." With the launch of containment games one by one, players all over the world were shocked. _____ This is a translation. The Original Title is 我开发收容游戏，吓懵全球玩家！

Life really dealt a shitty hand to SCP-706, the living porcelain doll. Life in the SCP containment centers is already hard enough when you're strapped down so you won't hurt yourself and you can't make sure that you're still looking pretty, but when the Serpent's Hand strikes, perhaps this SCP will finally find hope, and maybe even "return home".

Auf den ersten Blick wirkt Santiana wie ein gewöhnlicher Mensch. Doch wo sie erscheint, versagen Naturgesetze, Logik und wissenschaftliche Erklärungen. Als die SCP Foundation auf sie aufmerksam wird, beginnt die Suche nach der Wahrheit. Experimente enthüllen das Unmögliche - bis ein folgenschwerer Unfall die Wissenschaftler ihrem größten Geheimnis näher bringt als je zuvor.

miss sweetie makes a chatroom. The result is a chatroom of disaster. Follow the little Misters as they go through life in the chat

The SCP Foundations Database on SCPs.

I didn't ask for this power. It started small-heat curling in my palms on cold mornings, a breeze shifting when I whispered. Then the changes grew violent. Storms followed me. The ground cracked under my feet when I lost my temper. I thought I was becoming something extraordinary, maybe even chosen. I was wrong. They came for me at night. No sirens, no shouting-just the quiet efficiency of people who have done this before. Black suits, blank faces, weapons that hummed with a sound I could feel in my bones. They didn't call me by my name. They called me an 'anomaly.' Now I'm in a cell that smells of metal and antiseptic, walls too thick for sound to escape. There are no windows, only a single steel door and cameras that never blink. They've given me a number instead of a name, and they speak to me through intercoms like I'm something dangerous they can't risk touching. They say they're here to 'secure' me, to 'contain' me, to 'protect' the world from what I can do. But I can feel the storm inside me growing stronger every day, pressing against the edges of my control. I don't know if I'm the one who should be afraid... or if they should be afraid of me. Because sooner or later, something is going to break-and it won't be the walls. They say if I cooperate in their..... experiments.... Things could be better in this metal box of a cell. But who can I trust? Every day, I hear sirens, alarms, and sounds from beasts that can't even begin to take form in my wildest imagination. They say the correct things..... but is the CORRECT thing the RIGHT thing?

its just reaction

ครีมรองพื้นที่ดีที่สุดจากเมย์เบลลีน นิวยอร์ก "รองพื้น" ปกปิดดี คุมมัน มอบผิวกระจ่างใสแบบไม่โบ๊ะ ไม่ลอย ติดทนตลอดวัน ใช้ได้ดีกับทุกสภาพผิว

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When a mysterious living machine awakens beneath a secret Foundation facility, it begins to remember humanity's forgotten origin - and rebuild it. As containment fails and a being of flesh and circuitry rises, scientists must confront a horrifying truth: SCP-003 isn't a machine from the future... it's a mother from the past.

I used to think love was supposed to feel like holding your breath-a constant, tightening ache in my chest that I just had to get used to. With Elias, the silence between us wasn't peaceful; it was heavy, filled with the things he refused to say and the affection he forgot I needed. I was drowning in a relationship that felt more like a sentence than a partnership. Then there was August. Aug didn't cross the line; he just redrew it. He stayed in the shadows of my life as my best friend, offering the kind of steady, quiet advice that made me realize how loud my unhappiness had become. He showed me what I was missing without ever asking for anything in return-patience, respect, and the simple grace of being *seen*. When Elias finally noticed the light coming back into my eyes, he didn't try to change; he tried to compete. He turned love into a scoreboard, unaware that the game had ended months ago. When he finally realized he'd lost me for good, he did what he does best: he looked for someone else to blame. He called August, screaming about "boundaries" and "stolen loyalty," expecting a fight. But August didn't raise his voice. He told Elias the one truth he wasn't prepared to hear-a truth so cold it finally silenced the man who never knew how to listen. Now, I'm finally breathing again. And for the first time, I'm not doing it alone.

Athletes have an unusual relationship with their bodies. Whether they are professional competitors or simply people who train hard and often, they tend to notice changes, both positive and negative, long before anyone else would. This awareness is exactly why a growing number of athletes and active individuals have been speaking positively about their experiences with the Wellbeing International Foundation. Their accounts are not dramatic or exaggerated. Instead, they describe something far more grounded: renewed energy, easier movement, better recovery rhythms, and a sense of being more physically in sync.

Nine-years-old Angela always knew that she was strange, and yet, it was only when she was whisked away to a (top secret!) facility that she realised being able to create anything she wanted wasn't necessarily a good thing. Still, the scientists that always talked to her were pretty nice people. They even offered to help her "explore her limits", and even if she didn't know what that meant exactly, Angela wanted to get better at using her powers! She could even show her papa once they let her go home! Angela just wondered when that would be... [Cover art made by NightCafe AI art generator. Try it out, it's pretty cool :D] [Might be obvious, but Angela isn't an actual SCP, and most names I come up of Foundation personnel that aren't the (in)famous ones are off the top of my head. Any similarities they might share with canon characters are coincidental. Other than that, I don't own anything from the SCP Foundation wiki!]

Miracles and miraculous things