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(SCP Fan Story) Child Of Creation
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Ongoing, First published Nov 11, 2020
You have the power of creation. You want to be freed. You want revenge

     Ever since you were three, you were able to create things. Not with clay or paper- but from thin air. Your mother had the same power- which got her killed. Now you're lost. Confused. Lonely.
     
     In this tale of love and loss, you are an SCP that was born at the foundation, taken away, and then brought back in chains. When you encounter your first breach, you meet some peculiar people- and monsters- that may make this whole ordeal worthwhile.
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