Scp Stories

So i'm not on here often so i have no idea if this will even get read. But if you do read it just know this is for fun and i write these kinds of things when i get bored apologies if there's any mispelled words

Shadow was a D-class in the S.C.P foundation. She was young and fairly accused which landed her here. After just surviving her last test Shadow was thrown into the containment cell of 049. Traumatized and broken Shadow accepted her death, but the Docter felt something about her was different

Object Class: Keter Description: SCP-X is a humanoid that calls himself as "Zhang Jue" and came from a parallel universe with traits that are unaffected by most SCP anomalous objects. Long-term observational studies reveal that he has a mildly antisocial personality and loves to trash-talk. SCP-X can obtain the ability of a particular SCP anomalous object through physical contact, and the ability obtained will be adjusted accordingly to his condition. Special Containment Procedures: Special attention needs to be paid to the containment of SCP-X. (Special precautions towards themself). SCP-X should be contained in a single villa designed by a French designer, not less than 50 x 50 x 20 meters, with a garden on the top floor and a swimming pool with no less than 200 square meters in the courtyard. The Foundation shall assign a male staff member over 50 years of age, trained in British royal etiquette, who shall wear a wig 24 hours a day to assist in the management of the villa. The staff monitoring the SCP-X behavior must undergo a monthly psychological evaluation. There have been cases where staff had quit the Foundation because they could not stand the trash talk. Posting new chapters daily! Read up to 40 chapters ahead on my Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/nahyesq

《COMPLETED》 Two long months after ACL surgery, your pattern of life has almost gone back to normal: you can finally walk without those dreaded crutches (the clunky brace still remained strapped on, however, to your displeasure). Everything seems to be going in an uphill pattern for you, that is until you and your entire English class are suddenly abducted by armed soldiers and a strange man in a white lab coat. Physically impaired, you were singled out amongst your classmates... the perfect guinea pig. With no capability to fight back, they threw you to the mercy of the Plague Doctor, intrigued to see how he'll react amidst the presence of an injured individual such as yourself.

Desperate to escape death you find yourself falling into a trap by the SCP Foundation, as you willingly sign your rights away without even knowing. Now, only noticing that your death had only been delayed and you will be met with a far more gruesome one. Being led to SCP-049, you've given up on life. Your time is up or will something unexpected happen? Any songs or artwork I display are not mine, unless stated.

Viola was a curious nineteen year old who loved exploring websites that she wasn't allowed to see. She stumbled upon the SCP website and read many SCP files, without knowing that the staff of the facility would find her and keep her in the facility as a D-class personnel. *I don't own any of the characters in the story, except Viola. *

After he death other her family, an average teen takes on a new identity. That identity is none other than the famous anime character her sister loved. Sango the Demon Slayer. Ready to avenge the death of her family, and clean up the mess she feels responsible for, Sango finds herself thrown into more of a nightmare than she was prepared for. Not only does she have the government and her sisters gang after her, she's running from the SCP Foundation (something she never would have believed to exist), among many mythical creatures as well. With so many different identities to go by in front of everyone,and with so many separate roles to play, she's now asking herself who she really is and what she's done. ( This General Fiction/Fanfiction)

doomslayer exploring the SCP foundation and killing some SCP characters or befriend some Maybe make a family but who knows time can only tell when you read my story ( inspiration Germanprokur and adamabyss12 and irongodauthor)

Hay muchas formas de contar una historia, pero son los pequeños cambios, los que pueden alterar la realidad como la conocemos. Y este es un ejemplo de eso, basada en la famosa serie de Glitch Productions y Liam Vickers les presento mi relato dedicado esta leyenda del internet

In an unpredictable and chaotic world, can justice still prevail? Wal von Apollyon is a Lawbringer, a hero who travels from universe to universe with his team, saving lives and punishing the wicked, but when the weight of his past finally catches up to him, Wal is forced to stay in the SCP universe to rest and recuperate. At first he was bored, even the life of a Foundation agent was too slow for him, but soon he would learn just how complex his new home is and the secrets it holds about not just him, but the entire multiverse as a whole. William Afton, on the contrary, is anything but a hero. His actions led to the death of six children, not to mention the doom of his own family. By all logic, he deserved nothing else but to suffer and die for his mistakes, but what happens when he gets a chance at redemption? William, now one with the Spring Bonnie suit, will go up against foe after foe and test after test, all just to prove himself as not just a monster, but a hero, and maybe even rebuild the very lives he previously destroyed. The concept of this story is something probably everyone has thought of before, what if all your favorite universes, your favorite stories, all collided together. Cinematic clashes, philosophical dilemmas and unexpected reactions can all be seen in this here fic. Of course, while a lot of this fic is crossovers, the core story is still original, so stick around and enjoy!

SCP Scenarios I will do for classical ones, probably the ones you all already know about. In the future I will probably add some non-popular ones as well. Definitely in the end, at least I think so. I don't want to be overwhelmed. Hope you all will understand! And also, my grammar pretty much sucks. Not a native English speaker.

(please overlook my shitty scribbling I'm just bad at drawing) It all started when the SCP foundation found evidence of Playtime co's experiments on orphan children, Epsilon 11 was sent the factory was raided and all knowing about the bigger bodies initive were disposed of and all living toys were contained . For the tiny smiling critters and the tiny nightmare critters this felt like a cruel joke played by God himself they thought they were finally being saved only to be thrown in another damn prison trying its best to pretend its not a prison (I do not own Poppy playtime or any SCP portiade in this) (also please overlook my shitty scribbling I'm just bad at drawing)

You want to know the truth of this world? What lies beneath the social epidermis we call a "civilized society"? The things that sneak across the shadow are just the beginning. True evil, comes from within. May thought make us whole.

Little y/n isn't quite the same as everyone else, they have been lost all their life until a kind scientists brings them to a strange foundation, everything's fine until there's a containment breach

Scp-682-9 and Scp-049-5 have noticed something wrong with Scp-173-4's Doctor, Dr. (L/n), she just wants to be left alone, she throws up a lot in the morning, and her belly is slowly growing into a small bump, and all this started to happen after she interviewed SCP-735. So now the two have a mystery to find.

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?

All you need to know about the SCP's {I do not own these scp's and I don't own anything related to scp.}

HE KNEW HE WAS DIFFERENT. HE JUST DIDN'T KNOW HOW. Alwyn Montgomery was different than your average teenagers; crazy clothing, insane-like attitude... He was basically the class clown. A smart one too; but the clownery was his favourite. Until one day, a secret well-kept by his own family comes out to the surface, unwillingly. Now, he has to choose. The family or the life?

(Note: This story is not finished. This story is also the fucked-up kind of comedy. There is slight gore & an upcoming Lemon in the future. You have been warned.) On February 14th, 2019, SCP-049-j receives a blank journal from staff whilst in containment & records his everyday life in journal entries. He sees life, death, traumatization, insanity, *crunch*, friendship, & toast. This story is made for fun & is based off of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid fanfictions found on Reddit on r/lodeddiper, except this time, it's been applied to the SCP universe in the same format as on the subreddit.

In this story the Creepypasta files are somehow found by the SCP foundation. I don't own the creepypasta or the scp series. I also think that this is original. I don't own any of the art unless I say so... Thanks for reading