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anonauthorsworkshop · 9 months

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helloo, i stumbled upon ur mha x scp au and AHDSIHDSGISDGJ UR WRITING??? IS SO GOOD?? (also im new here hi, can i be 🎭 anon) more mha x scp au pls /nf tho

hii 🎭 anon :) i get a lot of requests for this au haha, sure!

previous part here

AU where MC is transported into the MHA universe with a SCP-summoning quirk. essentially a MHA and SCP crossover. you can read the rest of the parts under the tag #pp mha au

(note: i have never watched or read mha in my life and all of my knowledge is from fanfics and lazily googled questions! sorry in advance for any mischaracterizations or anything that just... doesn't make any sense? lol)

You lean forward, nearly falling off of your chair in the process. Squinting your eyes into narrow lines, you focus on one, crucial objective:

Trying to figure out what the hell is sitting right in front of you.

He looks like a cat, sort of. He reminds you of Josie, or, well, 529, with his feline-esque features and all.

Oh, you really should summon Josie here again sometime. It's been quite a while since you last have. That cat makes a good cuddle buddy. Even if she's missing the entire other half of her body.

You hum in thought, continuing to careen forward from your chair. No! This thing across from you is nothing like Josie. His ears look more like a bear, like 1048. Or could he be a dog? No, no... You've got it! He's definitely a rat!

Leaning back, you return to a proper sitting position and internally applaud yourself for finding the solution to your own ridiculous question. A rat, you think to yourself, face smug. Reminds me of a certain mask that drips black snot.

Wait a minute. The satisfied expression you adorn falters as you inspect the rat closer. What if it's not a rat, but a mouse?!

No, you're getting sidetracked! You take another bite of the banana you have graciously been given by your... captors? Do they count as captors if you willingly went with them?

The clearing of a throat. "Excuse me. If you could please answer the question..."

Oh, right. They're not really your 'captors,' just your interrogators, (that provide you with free food, might you add).

"What was the question again?" you ask, before not-so-elegantly stuffing the rest of the banana down your throat. You couldn't help but cave into your stomach's hunger; you haven't tasted this quality of fresh food in years! No more scavenging for meals or rummaging through garbage bins!

The man in uniform raises an inquiring eyebrow. You examine the badge attached to his right breast pocket: 'Detective Tsukauchi.'

He gestures to his side. "He asked you for your name."

Your eyes follow his hand's movements, and you find yourself gazing at the rat once more. "Oh, I wasn't paying attention." You admit shamelessly, grabbing another banana from the bowl placed before you. "I'm Y/N."

"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N." The rat smiles. You absentmindedly nod in response. "I'm Nezu, the principal of U.A. High. The man beside me is Detective Tsukauchi," you glance at the final stranger, "and this is Aizawa, a teacher at this school. He is also the one who found you. We would like to ask you some questions, as you are already aware."

"Sure," you comply, shoving another banana into your mouth. "I don't mind."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen, I think."

"Who are your parents?"

You shrug, nonchalantly reaching for another banana. "Don't have any."

Nezu's grin widens slightly, and you watch him place a paw below his jaw. "Would you be comfortable telling us about what happened in that alley?"

Cocking your head to the side, you carefully peel off the banana's skin. "Which one?"

The detective speaks up. "The one you were found in."

Chewing another bite of your food, you tap a finger to your chin in thought. "Well, I was asleep until I heard a bunch of noise." Slowly, you turn to Nezu, replicating his ear-to-ear smile as you dramatically retell your experience.

"I looked up from my home, my beloved alleyway cardboard box, and saw two groups of people fighting. I decided to hide in my box until it was all over, but then one of them crashed into my home. They crumpled my box, and my hiding spot was revealed! The two groups started arguing about 'gang territory,' or whatever, and one of them decided to use me as a hostage and pointed a gun to my head."

You sink your teeth into your banana once more, oblivious to the horrified looks from every adult in the room.

"Oh, but it was fine," you casually continue, mouth half-full, "since, you know, I took care of it and all."

"When you say that you 'took care of it,'" the detective asks cautiously, "do you mean that you used your quirk?"

"My... quirk?" You scratch the back of your neck. "I guess it's my quirk? Don't know too much about 'quirks,' to be honest. I've never been to a doctor, or whatever specialist you go to for checking those out."

"Could you describe to us what it was that you exactly did?"

You gulp down the rest of your banana before replying. "You mean, in that alley? I summoned, or, like, conjured up one of those, uh." You pause, replacing 'SCPs' with another word to prevent further confusion. "Creatures? One of those creatures."

Tsukauchi looks you in the eye. "These creatures that you summon." You glance at the detective's hands, and you notice that they're trembling. "What do they do? What do they look like?"

"Usually I summon them to help and protect me." You explain with a shrug, "Oftentimes I encounter people who want to hurt me for some reason. There's a bunch of, er, 'creatures,' that I can summon, and they don't typically look like your perception of what's 'normal.'"

You continue, "There are endless possibilities, really. One looks like a teddy bear, just covered in human ears." Tsukauchi's eyes widen, as if his suspicions have been confirmed. "There's some that are long and bony. Some of them have these gigantic claws and razor-sharp mouths. Some of them are all gooey and acidic-"

"I believe that's enough." You turn to the side, taking a brief glimpse at Aizawa, who is standing beside you. Those were the only words he's spoken this entire time.

Turning back to the other two, you're about to grab another banana when you catch sight of the detective. You stare awkwardly, your hand paused mid-air. He seems to have completely spun on his heel to face away from you, hands clutching the wall as he gags and dry heaves. You scoot back in your chair uncomfortably.

"...And you do not have a home, correct?" Nezu stands up from his seat, approaching yours.

"Well, I did, but like I said, my cardboard box was destroyed because of those two rival gangs, or whoever they were."

"I see." He raises a paw so as to pet the top of your head. You clumsily bend down in your chair, allowing the two-foot-tall principal to reach your height. "We can arrange something for you. You may stay in a personal dorm here for free, if you would like." He smiles, "So long as you attend this school, the police force has also gladly agreed to erase your criminal record!"

You gawk at him. "C-criminal record?" Well, you guess you usually do end up leaving a mess of dead bodies behind, but it's always in self-defense!

"You should know it is illegal to use your quirk unlicensed and in public, Y/N."

Surveying the room, you dart your eyes from person to person. In the corner of the room, the detective, who is on the verge of vomiting up his insides. The man beside you, Aizawa, who refuses to look at you. The one standing in front of you, Nezu, who is blackmailing you, but is also offering you free shelter and free food...

You huff, grabbing Nezu's paw and shaking it wildly. "It's a deal, then."

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myrequestblog · 11 months

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Request Rules and My Favorite Characters

I can do other characters, but if you don’t specify which characters you want I will choose from these

Undertale AUs:

Classic

Swap

Fell

Nightmare

Dream

Ink

Error

Geno

Reaper

Fresh

Paperjam

Fellswap

Swapfell

Horror

Mafiafell (Sooner or Later You’re Gonna Be Mine)

Grillby AUs

Gaster AUs

Flowey AUs

FNaF DCA:

Sun

Moon

Eclipse

Bloodmoon

City of Blank:

Jericho

Claude (I will only write gay headcannons for him. Sorry notsorry)

Rex

Black Butler:

(I refuse to do Ciel or Alois, unless the reader is of similar age)

Sebastian

Grell

Undertaker

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Gojo

Yuji

Maki

Geto

Mahito (He’s an jack@$$ and I hate what he did but he’s hot)

Sukuna

Toji

That one white and blue curse that almost killed Yuji, and that I’ve decided to call ‘Akuma’ (Mostly platonic and/or pet-owner type relationships (Keyword ‘mostly’))

Hunter X Hunter:

I refuse to do Gon or Killua, unless the reader is of similar age

Hisoka

Illumi

Chrollo

Demon Slayer:

(I refuse to do any minors x reader, unless the reader is of similar age)

Kagaya (Platonic/parental only)

Giyu

Shinobu

Rengoku

Mitsuri and Obanai (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)

Muchiro (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)

Uzui

Muzan

Rui (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)

All upper ranks aside from 4 and 5

Enmu

Sabito

Senjuro

Dummy’s Dummy:

Paris

The Lalah twins

Polakov (We’ve been conditioned to hate him and have no major reason to actually dislike him)

Ivan

The Toy Soldier

Creepypasta:

Slenderman

Splendorman

Offenderman

Jeff the Killer

Jane the Killer

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack (Mainly gay headcannons for him)

Candypop

Ticci Toby

Masky and Hoodie (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)

Jason the Toymaker

Ben Drowned

Lost Silver

Zalgo

Evil

John Doe:

John Doe

House Hunted:

Maison

Yandere Simulator:

Yan-Chan

Rivals

Senpai

Gaster Gang:

Wingdings

Swap

Fell

Stars

Blindy

Swapfell

The void anomalies (Pet-owner relationships only)

Welcome Home Wally AUs:

Wally Darling

Reboot Wally

Lovesick Wally

Watcher Wally

Rainbow Factory Wally

Opposite Wally

Other Wally AUs

Sally Face:

Sal/Sally Face

Larry

Ash

Trevor

Fran Bow:

Only platonic relationships

Fran Bow

Mr Midknight

Itward

Deltarune:

Kris

Ralsei

Suzie and Noelle (Only lesbian poly for them, sorry)

Ralsei

Jevil

The Amulet Series:

Trellis

Emily

Gabilan

Max

Misket

Riva

Leon

SCP:

(Too many to say, but to start with-)

The indestructible lizard

The plague doctor

SCP-914 "The Bettering Machine"

The shy guy

"God"

Deal with the devil

A LOT more

Hazbin Hotel:

Charlie and Vaggie (Only romantic options for them is lesbian poly)

Alastor (Platonic, parental, friendship only. I’m sticking with the cannon that he is AroAce. Sorry 😅)

Angel and Husk (Gay poly is the only romantic options here. If u don’t like it, just keep it to yourself.)

Vox

Valentinto (He’s the worst person in existence but he’s damn sexy (unfortunately). We can all agree on that. I won’t make my bias against him known in the requests, I promise.)

Velvette

Lucifer

Adam (Because some people like him🤷 )

Rosie

Lute

Lilith (Or my rendition of her)

Carmilla

Zestial (Or my rendition of him)

Sera

If you have headcanons to ask for but don’t have anything specific in mind, use some emojis:

🥰 Fluff

🥀 Angst

🔞 Smut (Smut will be kept private unless the asker wishes to share)

😎 Chaos

🤩 Reader has powers/magic

🥳 Birthday Ask

🤕 Injured Reader

🤒 Sick Reader

🙅 Platonic

🫀 Yandere

🪢 Soulmate AU

🏳️‍🌈 LGBTQ

🐣 Reader is a Child

😺 animal or animal-related reader

👾 IRL reader

⚙ Using SCP-914

❤️/🧡/💛/💚/💙/💜/🖤/🤍 Reader Has a Specific Soul Color

💀 Undertale

🌓 DCA

👤 City of Blank

🤵‍♂️ Black Butler

💀 Jujutsu Kaisen

🍀 Hunter X Hunter

🗡️ Demon Slayer

🪡 Dummy’s Dummy

🔪 Creepypasta

👁️ John Doe

🏚️ House Hunted

💘 Yandere Simulator

🕳️ Gaster Gang

🎨 Welcome Home Wally AUs

👻　Sally Face

👧 Fran Bow

⚜️ Deltarune

📿 Amulet

❓ SCP

😈 Hazbin Hotel

(Example: 🐣+😎+👤 would be ‘Young reader causing chaos in the City of Blank’)

✅✅✅:

Fluff

Suggestive ideas or themes

Platonic Child X Parental figure

OC X Character

Fandom Crossovers

Yanderes

Character X Pregnant!Reader

Homosexuality

Heterosexuality

Polyamory

Depression

Anxiety

Mental Illnesses

Black Lives Matter

Any and all religious beliefs are welcome, however I know very little about most religions, so please be gentle with me

Death

Dealing with death

Pain (physical or emotional)

Injuries

Traumatic accidents or happenings

Bad parenting

Memes

Vines

Puns

Commented ideas

Suggestive

Having characters avoid their cannon death

Nicknames for characters

Furry-related content

Trans reader

Gay reader

Lesbian reader

Bi reader

Pan reader

LGBTQ readers welcome

Readers and characters with different nationalities

Readers and characters with different skin tones

Readers and characters who speak other languages

Readers and characters who are different species

Readers and characters with disabilities

Readers and characters with autism

Readers and characters with mental abnormalities

Readers and characters with physical abnormalities

Readers and characters with physical ailments

Readers and characters with varying levels of intelligence

Readers and characters with trauma

Readers and characters with conditions like vitiligo

Readers and characters who need things like a cane, a wheelchair, or limb braces

Young reader

Pyrotechnics ❤️‍🔥

Fandom crossovers (Highly encouraged for SCP ideas)

Age regression

Settings in different countries and continents

Truth or dare

❌❌❌:

Pedophillia

Necrophillia (Unless the person who is ‘dead’ becomes ‘the walking dead and can give permission’)

Power plays (unless sexual and with permission from the partner)

Sexual assault or r@p3

Homophobia

Transphobia

(What’s another phobia- we don’t like spiders either. Spiders are ugly)

Rac*sm

Abuse of any kind, unless part of and/or needed for a backstory or something

Politics

Hate crimes

Alcoholism

Drugs

Human trafficking

Child abuse

Underage drinking

Death of major characters

Death of comfort characters

Slurs

Smut (Suggestive stuff is a yes but a no on smut. Sorry peeps)

This account is SPECIFICALLY for requests.

ALL OF THIS IS COMPLETELY FREE!

Most of these will be in headcannon form or incorrect quotes but feel free to ask for something different!

I often update this post so remember to check every once and awhile.

If you have questions or concerns, let me know!

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aufaits · 1 month

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on introductions.

If we're to start anywhere in this story, perhaps we should start here: a camera shot, tightly held, focused on a a hand scribbling furiously in a notebook. There's little to note regarding the hand: a claudaugh ring on one finger, nails tidly trimmed, cuticles pushed back. The only speck in site are faint droplets of ink dotting the hand in question's fingers.

Let the camera pull up, tracing the tight bent tension of a arm, a beast poised to spring. Note too, the casual blazer, bearing all the marks of a fresh ironing. In the background of the shot lies a bag, only half unpacked, closet hanging open as well. Clothes dot the bed in blobs of color, and a handful of books lie on the desk in riotous lumps. And finally, the camera focuses on the face of the figure— a woman in thought, her forehead pinched, mouth set in a firm line.

Vivien sits in her room, hair pulled back into a meticulous bun, scribbling at her notebook. It was a ritual of sorts, a way of pulling herself back into herself, reminding her of the things that mattered in the here and now. The words themselves are practically illegible, shorthand sentiments of neuroses still at hand— you're capable, okay? also, it's nice to meet new people, you haven't gotten the chance in ages.

And so on and so forth. Finding the ritual done, she tosses the notebook and pen into a tote, flinging it over her shoulder. She had opted for being her polished self today— the blouse and blazer de-wrinkled with the old bathroom trick that had saved her in grad school, earrings in a subtle silver, every bit of her the thing that she knew she could be— that she knew she was.

That thing being a sure and steady gaze, an infinite patience, an eye for balance. Or at least, that was what she hoped to tell the others.

At the coffee shop, she pauses, folds her hands in front of her just so. There's something almost nostalgic about a huddle of people, crowded around a table too small for them. Some of them ping points of recollections— names and faces settling like film on the surface of memory. Others feel like a knife pick— memory blasted into desolation, bile rising in her stomach. She swallows it, forces her smile, holds back her shoulders.

"Hi, you're the rest of the team, right? I'm Vivien Jiāng, previously a Junior Archivist for RAISA at Site-7."

She cuts her teeth on the previously, allows herself to concede how strange it feels. That was then, this is now. A hand curls protectively around the strap of her tote bag, finger idly rubbing against the texture of it, reminding herself to stay grounded.

"But I suppose you should know me as Au Fait. That's my callsign, anyway. It's supposed to mean something about having knowledge."

It feels dangerously close to a lie, what she says (or at least, a lie to her). After all, French courses for the entirety of college meant she knew the meaning, held the detailed knowledge that the name implied. But she couldn't give a lecture. That had gone disastrously the last time she'd tried to talk about that language.

"I worked with maintaining the digital SCP archives and catching discrepancies in them, as well as helping general SCiPNET upkeep and data issues. Think of me as a computer guy who loves excel sheets and the smell of old paper, and you should have a good idea of what my last five or so years looked like."

She glances over at the counter, smile weakening faintly. She'd fully forgotten to have food before this, hadn't she?

"Um— I do want to meet all of you, but do you mind if I grab a coffee first?"

#— be it work or be it rite?#[hiiiii everyone i'm here]

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artoriarts · 4 months

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okay introduction thing again bc old one is outdated

hello my name is artoria or arto (she/they) and i am here to spill my random art and ideas all over your fresh new carpet. please feel free to send me asks about literally anything, realize i have only put out so much oc/hc stuff to have input about but i will also jsut. draw something if asked.

my associates: - @lord-raccoon : nbf - @im-here-to-fight-terfs : gf - @umbris-regni : friend - @pseudomushroom : buddy - @thestellarpartner : homeslice - @sixthezes : pal

music i like: -the general otacore gamut (mainly jt music, stupendium) - rock (mainly des rocs, kid kapichi, hello operator) - metal (powerwolf, metallica, mick gordon) - this is far, far from all but if i go listing every little thing my keyboard would never know rest. if somethings got a distinct/definable drum rhythm or riff/melody i'm probably gonna love it.

fandoms i fuck w/ heavy in no particular order: - madness combat - ultrakill - hades - doom - dead by daylight - hollow knight - castle crashers - fnaf - spiderman - rain world - risk of rain - plants vs zombies - alien - scp - dishonored / prey - dark souls / bloodborne / elden ring / sekiro - team fortress 2 - lethal company - titanfall - anything dnd - lancer

fandoms im not "so normal" about but still like / have passive interest in so you know my taste (aka games i don't play regularly but still like): - splatoon - darkest dungeon - dead space - mandela catalogue - don't starve - hi-fi rush (actually play this one tho, better than dmc don't @ me) - dredge - ghostrunner - slime rancher - warframe - inscryption - subnautica - apex legends

if i ever make an oc and/or oc verse / fandom au that becomes prominent to my posts here ill stick a little blurb about it here

#artists on tumblr #me!!

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nomsfaultau · 6 months

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SBI Whumptober prompt 19) Trapped//“We’re not making it out of here”

Disclaimer: this blurb is set in the SCP SBI AU I have called Fault, specifically after Tommy and The Blade are captured by the Foundation but before Philza is. Explanation of AU; tldr.

“We’re not making it out of here,” Tommy said quietly, bitterly.

The Blade hadn’t noticed the fact he’d stopped running. Glancing back revealed Tommy stood at the precipice of a blood-splattered Foundation hallway. It was identical to the previous tunnel in all but the arrangement of viscera, the pair lost in a labyrinth of concrete and soldiers. Tommy looked incredibly worn for all that The Blade had been doing all of the fighting. “Nah, we’re so close,” The Blade assured confidently. “This is definitely going to be the time.”

“It’s going to get worse,” Tommy warned desperately. “They hate when we try to escape, and we’re just going to be separated again, and–”

“We can’t stop fighting, Tommy. If we give up they win.”

“Haven’t they already?”

He rested a heavy hoof on the kid’s shoulder. “No. And they never will as long as we keep trying.” Tommy didn’t quite match his grin, but he tried to at least. The pair plunged into battle once more, clawing their way out of the prison.

The cold fresh air was sharp on The Blade’s tongue, freedom sweet for how long it had been denied. He’d been right, this was the time they finally escaped.

It was only then that he realized Tommy wasn’t following him anymore.

The boy had been lost somewhere, in the twisting labyrinth, in the sea of violence. A moment of hesitation, but really The Blade knew there was no choice. He dove back into the Foundation at once. The Blade couldn’t just abandon his friend, he had to try just for the desperate hope he could save Tommy too. He clawed his way through enemy lines, scouring identical halls. But try as he might, he couldn’t find Tommy. Eventually, The Blade could recognize Tommy was right. There was no we that would make it out of the Foundation.

But there was an I.

All that mattered was that he could escape, never mind the kid he left behind. Once he was free there was nothing the Foundation could do to stop him, every battle already destined to fall in his favor. It took about every scrap of humility The Blade had to admit he couldn’t save Tommy by himself, but if he could get to Philza they’d have the power needed to raze the Foundation to the ground. If he abandoned Tommy it was only temporary, because once he succeeded Tommy would be immediately rescued.

It was for his own good, then.

Sure Tommy would be punished for the containment breach and have to bear the brunt of the Foundation's ire. But once they were free it wouldn't matter. The Blade would continue to escape. Over and over and over, each time a little more desperate, but also a little more determined.

The Blade could be called ruthless for many reasons. For the brutal efficiency through which he worshiped The Blood God, for the cold laughter ringing out over the bloodbaths he made of battles.

But perhaps the cruelest thing about him was his unceasing optimism.

(Full chapter here; work includes other prompts)

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urbuddynova · 1 year

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🌺Teenage Gaea 🌺

My girl deserves so much more attention bro, she’s basically invisible at this point 😭

I like to think in my little au my junior researcher finds her in the woods near her home itching uncontrollably due to her sensitive skin, she’s on the brink of tears and multiple plants unstick to the forest start blooming randomly around the scp. My junior researcher takes her in, buys her loose 100% organic cotton dresses and makes her a nice herbal tea using the fresh plants from her garden. Of course there are a few problems along the way because of scp 166’s abilities. So my junior researcher upgraded her shed into a nice little private granny flat for scp 166, and got everything the girl needed to feel comfortable. She later on gives scp 166 one of those Nokia brick phones (since they took WAY longer to be fully engulfed in greenery) and found the phone number for the “Abbess of our lady of mercy” convent where she now daily talks with them. It was hard at first accommodating for the deer girl’s diet and medical needs, but over time it became easier and they even made an apple pie together. Despite it taking a few tries (the big lizard scp 682 kept on eating the pie batter when they weren’t looking).

🌺Oh also the flower she wears in my first drawing of her is given to her for her “birthday” (my junior researcher made a birthday for her since they both didn’t know what day she was born in.)🌺

#scp 166 #scp foundation #scp fanart #scp au

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trans-p03g · 2 years

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Maybe a masterlist with each au's tag might be useful just so people can quickly browse? (unless you've already got one)

(I will make a proper list with tag links later, dw)

I've got a list, but not every AU is developed equally and not every one has a tag, but I'll mark down every one that does;

Gonna colour code these bastards! Green means it's got a lot of content on it, orange means it's under development, red means it's still a pretty fresh WIP, and purple means it's got a lot of smaller AUs under one common label (so a lot of content, but think of it more like a big bag of relating AUs rather than a singular coherent one)

If ya wanna ask about ones that aren't developed yet that's chill with me! Just know my answers will more be me throwing ideas around and brainstorming instead of definite answers.

Mystery of the Scrybe (#mystery of the scrybe au)

Lost Souls (#lost souls au)

Stoat Litter (#stoat litter au)

Humanity's Edge (#humanity's edge au)

Hanahaki Disease (subset of humanity's edge AU, no tag)

Factory Reset (Grim03ra) (#factory reset au)

Card Club (#card club au)

Cryptid Hunters (subset of card club au, no tag)

Polish Folklore (#polish folklore au)

Monster Hunter P03 x Vampire Grimora (HUGE WIP, didn't move past the initial concept, no tag)

Luke and Kaycee are trapped in the Inscryption universe (Kaycee's personal little hell) (slight wip, no tag)

Kaycee is P03 (no tag)

Lone Survivors (#lone survivors au)

P03 Swap (#P03 swap)

The scrybes are suddenly human (slight wip, no tag)

Military Experiment P03 (no tag)

G0lly and P03 as humans raised by the uberbots (slight wip, no tag)

Monster's Heart (slight wip, no tag)

SCP (HUGE WIP, no tag, also taking hiatus from SCP so plz don't ask about this one)

Humanity's Edge but the one with the fankid(s) (subset of humanity's edge but with the leshy x p03 fankid oc, no tag but you can go through #my oc tag and you should prob find something on Peony)

Pokemon (HUGE WIP, no tag)

Scrybes are forcibly adopted by a kid/Sweet as Peaches (#sweet as peaches au)

Scrybes meet before becoming scrybes and stick together (no tag)

That one where Luke is a challenger that gets caught up in scrybes' family drama (no plot just people tormenting Luke, no tag)

Warrior Cats (#wc inscryptipm au)

Soulmates AU (HUGE WIP, no tag)

Secret Grim03ra romance (no tag)

Twitch streamer P03 (#twitch streamer P03)

Stardew Valley (HUGE WIP, no tag)

College guy P03 bothers the fuck out of the local Leshy (no tag)

Zagadka (oc) but in the og game (no tag)

How To Train Your Dragon (WIP, #httyd inscryption AU)

Horror AU (HUGE WIP, yet to move past the initial concept, no tag)

Time Fuckery AU (subset of humanity's edge au, no tag)

Furry (WIP, no tag)

Demons AU (WIP, no tag, also just came up with it today (but has a lot of content already thanks to Flower and Jupiter helping me brainstorm))

Gods AU (WIP, no tag)

#asks

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neon--nightmare · 3 years

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also yes plz continue i would read an entire fic

Item #: SCP-4200 SCP-4010

Object Class: Safe Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4200 SCP-4010 is to be kept in a 40-by-20 yard enclosure, and will be moved to a larger one if necessary. (READ: If it keeps acting up. Seriously, did we HAVE to put the thing in a 420 401 foot... God-*DANG!* it.)

Additionally, SCP-4200 SCP-4010 (NOTE: Can we please just use 4010? This is getting obnoxious.) must be supplied with a new, preferably healthy, D-Class personnel approximately every two weeks. Apon acceptance by SCP-4010, the D-Class is reassigned as SCP-4010-1, and will be promptly disposed of once the time is up. NO instance of SCP-4010-1 should ever be allowed escape or to attain any sort of recovery.

Description: In its natural form, SCP-4010 resembles a gelatinous purple starfish approximately 3 1/4 inches in height. Maximum length is, as of now, impossible to measure without undue risk to researchers. It is a parasitic being, requiring a physical host to survive. Subject has a singular humanoid eye located in the center of its ‘core,’ ringed with ██ small growths resembling teeth that SCP-4010 can fold over the lid as a protective shield, and no visible mouth. (NOTE: Further testing is necessary. What are these growths made of? Can they regrow? Attempting to get a sample may be a good idea. - Dr. Collins) (You do it. “Resembling teeth” my *RAD,* the little *SHED* bit me! - Dr. [REDACTED FOR SAFETY.])

In its natural state, SCP-4010 is rendered unable to communicate in any way with staff, apparently only capable of screeching. Despite this, it is still highly intelligent, and will use any chance it gets to escape. Subject is coated with a self-replenishing, transparent layer of ‘slime’ that allows it to slither around without injury to itself, as well as providing a shield from the sun and other semi-extreme temperatures. Although it looks similar to the slime from a ███, testing has shown it matches no known substance.

SCP-4010-1: Once provided with any humanoid creature, preferably a standard D-Class subject, SCP-4010 will rapidly enter its mouth (or other available orifices) and [DATA EXPUNGED.] Once inside its new ‘host,’ Subject immediately gains the ability to speak with the voice of SCP-4010-1, along with several more anomalous properties; such as the ability to replace any spoken curse word with a “child-friendly” alternative. This, apparently, extends to this very document. (NOTE: How does it know what we’re going to say before we say it? Is the process automatic? Requires further testing. - Dr. Collins.)

When able to speak, SCP-4010 displays a callous lack of care for lives other than its own, stating that it is aware of the suffering SCP-4010-1 experiences and simply finds it amusing. Currently, it is unknown if the subject is capable of any recognizable ‘human’ emotion, but with further testing, it seems unlikely. [SEE INTERVIEWS-1 BELOW.]

Other properties include a bright red Fanny pack (confiscated) that can seemingly hold a limitless number of items, including those that shouldn’t even fit in the opening, but can only be accessed by SCP-4010-1. Subject also has the ability to ‘teleport,’ complete with a cartoony “POOF!” sound, leaving behind a cloud of rainbow smoke. Thankfully, there appears to be a limit on this power, as the subject has not teleported out of the building yet. Although, it has left containment multiple times, and requires constant monitoring to prevent more escapes. (Note: Requesting reclassification to Keter, at least. Scared me half to death when this thing showed up in our break room. Who the *HECK* marked this nightmare down as ‘Safe,’ anyway??? My ears are still ringing from the anti-drug PSA. - Dr. Hart)

Thankfully, all instances of SCP-4010-1 share several similarities, which makes them easy to spot. While ‘possessed’ by SCP-4010, the right sclera of all subjects turns a murky black, and the pupil is replaces with a white, cartoony heart. As possession continues, the heart appears to ‘crack.’ When the crack reaches the heart’s bottom, it will appear to ‘break,’ and the subject will be afflicted with sudden, immediate cardiac arrest. If medical personnel is alerted in time, the subject can be resuscitated, but all brain functions will have permanently ceased.

As this is a very easy way to tell if an acquaintance is afflicted with SCP-4010, the parasite appears to compensate by wearing some sort of eye covering, preferably a pair of sunglasses emblazoned with “YO LO,” slang commonly used in the year ██ and referring to the saying “You only live once.” (Note: Yikes. - Dr. Hart) SCP-4010-1 also maintain a constant speech pattern, constantly using slang such as “rad,” “bro,” “sick,” and “dawg,” as well as speaking in a heavy Brooklyn accent no matter the ‘host’s’ place of origin. Even if the host only speaks a foreign language, once overtaken by SCP-4010, they will speak in fluent English. (Does 80s’speak even count as English? - Dr. Collins)

SCP-4010-2: When left in a host body for longer than two weeks, SCP-4010 will begin to produce smaller versions of itself, labeled henceforth as SCP-4010-2. It appears to show extreme distaste towards these instances, crushing them until they [REDACTED.] When asked why it is so hostile, as SCP-4010 has previously ranted at length about how “murder is unrad,” it simply laughed and stated, quote, “They don’t count as people.”

Instances of SCP-4010-2 vary from SCP-4010 in many ways. While SCP-4010 itself is purple, SCP-4010-2 appear in all shades of the rainbow, though each has a single eye with black sclera. Most commonly, they appear as a single tendril, though some take on the same starfish shape as SCP-4010. It is as of yet unknown if they maintain the other anomalous properties of SCP-4010.

Final notes: As of now, SCP-4010 is classified as *SAFE* Keter, though this may change in the future. Outside of a host, it is harmless, but there’s no way to sustain it without allowing it inside a body. Do NOT let it near other SCPs. Do not listen to anything it has to say. If an associate is speaking oddly, or hiding their eyes in some way, report them IMMEDIATELY. Better safe than sorry, honestly. A D-Class described the thing’s possession as ‘a nightmare you can’t wake up from,’ and I am NOT letting that *SHED* happen to me. - Dr. Hart

Addendum: God, *FUNK* this. I need a pay raise. - Dr. [REDACTED.]

#scp #undertale multiverse #fresh sans #underfresh #fanfiction #xtale #LISTEN I SPENT A LONG TIME ON THIS OKAY!!!!!#IM VERY PROUD OF THIS PLEASE REBLOG #my writing #PLEASE SHOW IN TAGS PL #PLEASE #SCP fresh #SCP fresh au

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emerald-onion · 10 months

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SCP Foundation: The X-File

"TH1s 1s a t3rr1Bl3 1d3a."

"Come on, Error! Have I ever done you wrong before?"

"..."

"... Aaaaaaaanyway, should we start now?"

"l3t's JUst G3t tH1s 0v3r w1TH."

"Dr. Ink, of the SCP Foundation-"

"aND 3rr0r, sCP-404-"

"Proudly declare-"

✨~ASK BOX IS OPEN!~✨

Rules:

Except for the one who is dead, you can send questions to any characters

No NSFW

No character bashing

Respect the other askers and my already-established canon

And most importantly, have fun!

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moistmailman · 3 years

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SCP AU part 1

*In a room with a man and woman standing over a computer monitor which had a live video feed of a young girl with long redhair and green eyes sitting on a bed in a room with other variety of furnitures*

Cinder: So are there any updates on SCP-312?

Roman, sighly deeply: Nothing concrete yet. The subject is still refusing to speak to any of the staff members, or at least speak of anything important about herself that is. Unless you count stuff like her favorite food important that is.

Cinder: So she’s just ignoring the questions?

Roman: Not ignore. Just plainly shut down. The first few times she just politely declined the question, but she soon grew more agitated and stopped them before they could even asked. Sometimes even during 30 minute talks. She somehow will know when they’re about to pop the questions. We can’t seem to get her guard down.

Cinder: How about D class? Sent any of them in?

Roman: A few. But I put as stop to that real quick.

Cinder: How come?

Roman: Well for the few we sent in there, she treated them very harshly. A total 180 on her usual behavior. Like she’s a totally different person. Hell, she hospitalized one of them for just entering the room.

Cinder: Any idea why?

Roman, shrugging: Well again, this isn’t concrete, but I think she has some sort of...mind reading abilities. Or something even more. It almost makes me thinkshe’s in her prison willingly, instead of her being trapped.

Cinder: So you think she can read minds?

Roman: Something of that sort. You see, she treated the D class with hostility, but she treated some more harsh than others.

Cinder, writing that down: Really, that’s interesting.

Roman: Yeah. And I think I know why. The one she treated less harshly was Mercury Black. She just ignored him. Not giving him much attention and glaring at him when he pushed. Although Cardin Winchester wasn’t so lucky. He was hospitalized shortly after entering the room. A broken jaw and a fractured femur.

Cinder, whistling: Damn. What did he do?

Roman: Nothing. Nothing to HER at least. You see, we picked Mercury up after he told him we’ll clear his charges for multiple arm robberies. While for Cardin on the other hand, he got him for multiple murders. Kinda a big step up to arm robberies if I do say so myself.

Cinder: So you’re hypothesizing that she can....read people like a book? She has morals.

Roman: Yes and no. Yes on morals, on mind reading....well, she seems much more aware than that....much more. *gestures towards screen*

Cinder: *looks at screen to see the redheaded girl staring back at the camera knowingly*

Cinder, shivering: Damn.

Roman: See what I mean when I said I doubt she’s trapped in there, instead in there willingly?

Cinder: Got any ideas what we should do?

Roman: Well, since she might knows each person’s motive and past, I think I have one idea.

*LATER*

Jaune, shocked: Hold on. So you will actually pay all my college fees if I just do one social experiment for you?

Cinder, smiling: Why yes sir. You are a young man fresh out of college with no criminal records at all. You got your whole life ahead of you, so let us make it a little bit easier for you for the fee of a....’practically’ experiment. So what do you say?

Jaune, not even questioning the red flags: Hell Yeah! These college loans were eating me! Had trouble sleeping at night with all this stress! Where do I sign up?!

Cinder, smirking: Right here, young man. *pulls out document*

Jaune, ignoring the red flags AND reading said document: Don’t mind if I do.

Cinder: Great! It’s going to be an honor working with you.

Jaune, smiling: So when do I start?

Cinder: Now. *snaps fingers*

Jaune: Wha— MMMF!!!!!

*two guys quickly put a bag over his head before escorting him to a black van*

#Rwby #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #cinder fall #roman torchwick #arkos #imagine your otp #imagine your ship

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konanefalls · 2 years

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South Park Fanfic recs!

thought i'd share some fanfics of sp i read.

Ghosting For Beginners

Tweek/Craig | Craig's Gang | 320k words | 52 Chapters | Complete

Fresh out of mental hospital, Tweek Tweak just wants to keep his head down and blend in. Only problem is, there's a very persistent ghost trying to get his attention...

GHOST AU

Oh my god, They were cellmates

Tweek/Craig | Prison | 149k words | 36 Chapters | Complete

Tweek Tweak is a mild-mannered young man. He practices sex in carefully considered moderation. He holds no ill will toward his fellow man. This is his gospel.

...But it's all thrown out the window when he is arrested. Arrested for his ongoing meth abuse. Specifically, arrested for murdering his own dealer.

As his false identity is peeled away, he must find himself while under the anxiety-inducing protection of his rage-prone cellmate, Craig Tucker.

Drink Me

Kenny/Craig/Tweek | Oneshot | 10k words

(mmm yes the filler for OMGTWC you were waiting for)

Listen, some people trip balls and see wild shit when they drop shrooms(though this is rare).

Some people experience manic fixations, random bursts of creative inspiration.

And some people (though I'm not naming names) just get dumb & horny.

And so the King decrees for...

Stan/Butters, Kyle/Craig, Kenny/Tweek | 32k words | 5 Chapters | (Most likely)Discontinued

It was only meant to be a stupid game of dares, 'The King's Game.' But, of course, nothing could go Stan's way. Cartman thought it would be hilarious to get under everyone's skin with his stupid dare and he did. Now, Stan had no way of getting back with Wendy because he was stuck with this dare.

Butters didn't care too much about the dare in its entirety. Stan was a cool guy and maybe they could get closer. He didn't see anything wrong with this dare from Eric. But, oh boy, if his parents knew, he'd sure be grounded. After this dare ends, he and Stan could still be friends, right?

What was the dare?:

Stan and Butters were forced to date for two months.

Devil Town

Stan/Kenny | 56k words | On-going | 27/42 Chapters.

Kenny Mccormick has it hard, that's been obvious from the start. Besides the fact that he's immortal, he also has to deal with normal teenager issues. He's constantly frustrated at his friends and he has way too many internal problems to deal with. As he grows up things get better and worse, he just hopes he can get a grip before graduation.

Stan Marsh is hopelessly in love and just hopes he can make a move before it's too late.

Big Brother: South Park Edition

Craig/Tweek, Kyle/Stan, Stan/Wendy, Kyle/Cartman(one-sided) | 225k words | Completed | Drama

Ten South Park residents must compete in the ultimate competition where they are forced to live in a house completely cut off from the outside world for the chance to win $500,000. Who will maintain their sanity, survive all eight eliminations, and be crowned the winner of Big Brother? Contestants include The Boys and Craig & Those Guys. Hosted by Token Black.

Going Down to SCP (gonna have myself a time)

Stan, Kenny, Kyle, and Eric decide to have a sleep over at Stan's house. Eric tells scary stories of a place that houses terrifying monsters to keep the public population safe. The rest of the boys think this claim is bullshit, but Eric insists theres one in the woods surrounding South Park, and so the boys go hunting for it.

#southpark #fanfic recs #fanfic #south park fanfiction #tweek tweak #craig tucker #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #south park #craig and those guys

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smolcinnamonchipmunk · 2 years

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S0L4R FLARES Pt. 1

(Finally, I can fucking make something about Sun/Moon without something mentally blocking me! Basically, and SCP-esque AU where the main character is a fresh scientist hire and S0L4R, Sun/Moon, is their first assignment)

Word count: 5614

Levett felt nerves balled up in their stomach, making them feel nauseous. But everyone felt nervous on their first day at work, right? Though, usually jobs didn’t require someone to sign Non-Disclosure Agreements that threatened potential execution and waivers up the wazoo that basically lined up as ‘if anything happens to you regardless of severity on or off the clock, the company holds no responsibility and expects the employee to uphold the contractual NDAs signed’.

All the health care was free though… which was a big bonus. What was worse: paying thousands in medical bills if something happened in general like a car crash, or risking life and limb with steady pay for debt and able to not live month to month?

Honestly, arguably pretty even.

They tried to take a steadying breath as they drove up to the gate of the compound, showing the security guard their ID and clearance badge. They weren’t exactly the highest clearance since this was their first day, but level three on a five level system wasn’t too bad. They were let through with relative ease and drove up to the underground car garage meant to protect the vehicles at least a little in case of… incidents, and parked in one of the empty spots.

Levett got out of their car and locked it, trying to not shake as they walked to the underground entrance. Was it nerves or fear? Probably both. But, either way, they had to shove it down.

Once more, they used their clearance badge and ID to enter through the door. There was a door on the right that they knew led up to the above-ground section of the building, but that wasn’t where they were meant to go. No, that was only used to function as a bit of a decoy from the underground facility that spiderwebbed deep underground.

They walked to the elevator labeled “Maintenance Only” and hit the button, the elevator dinging before opening for them to walk into. Once inside, they flicked out a key from their pocket and opened the “Maintenance” panel where a PIN pad rested. Punching in their specific PIN that was generated with their employee ID, the doors closed and they were on their way down to their first assignment.

Obviously, they went through weeks of training videos and scenarios to prepare them for what they were getting into, so *technically* they knew what to do if they were assigned some particularly dangerous subjects, but they would still rather not start off with one of the subjects capable of apocalypses.

Levett couldn’t help but go over procedures and briefs in their head as the elevator rumbled deeper and deeper underground for almost a full minute before stopping at Level 1, basically the lobby of the underground section. They stepped off the elevator, looking around the area. Everything was as sterile as the first time they’d been toured around Level 1, the white surroundings and LED ceiling lights already hurting their eyes.

Someone waiting for them helped them ignore their light sensitivity, a man in a lab coat walking up to them.

“Hey, Dr. Katherine Levett, right,” he asked, a small smile on his face but it seemed a bit strained with obvious tiredness. A glance to his ID clipped on the coat collar, his own name was Glenn Wortwood.

“Yeah, I’m Dr. Levett,” Levett nodded, extending their hand on instinct for the introductory handshake, which was taken by Wortwood.

“Perfect! I kind of figured since I know everyone scheduled on Level 3,” the scientist chuckled as he released the handshake. Gesturing to himself, he confirmed what they already knew and added, “My name is Dr. Glenn Wortwood, I’ll be showing you around Level 3 so you can get yourself acquainted with the layout and the systems, show you how to access the file systems you’re cleared into, and get you your first assignment.”

“Nice to meet you. Sounds all good to me,” they nodded in acknowledgement, trying to not let the situation overwhelm them.

“Great! Follow me to the other elevators! Oh, and I need to show you the locker rooms.”

Wortwood walked off down the left hall, forcing Levett to speed walk a bit to catch up after a moment or two of frozen surprise. There were other elevators around Level 1 to go to the building above ground and to the Levels below. The ones that were able to reach the rest of the underground facility required PIN, ID, Clearance Badge, and handprint to authorize it to move. The first stop though were the locker rooms, where they were handed a lab coat and assigned a locker number in case they wanted to put their belongings away.

After taking them down one of the elevators to the rest of the facility, he showed them some of the halls of Level 3, practically an underground city with its labyrinthian layout and size, chattering on about the rooms that were passed and their basic tasks throughout their time. But, firstly, administrative tasks like signing in, registering their PIN into the Level 3 computers, unlocking their file systems up to Level 3, etc, etc.

And it took *hours*. Wortwood left them to figure out the sign-in systems for most of it to ‘take care of something’, leaving them frustrated and not wanting to admit that they were struggling.

Levett didn’t want to get lost trying to bother Wortwood and felt intimidated by the thought of interacting with anyone else that they didn’t have to. Eventually though, they were able to sort of brute-force their way through clunkily and slowly learning how everything worked. And, by the time that was taken care of, Wortwood was back.

“Alright!” Wortwood sighed as he entered the computer room, making them look up from the monitor. He straightened his lab coat as he approached, looking over their shoulder and asking, “Were you able to figure things out despite me not being here?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t too hard,” Levett lied, ignoring the fact that they were still just at the informative page that took an embarrassingly long time to reach.

“Great to hear. You up for the rest of the tour?”

“Uh, yeah, I don’t see why not,” they replied, glancing briefly at the computer.

“Alright, let’s go then,” Wortwood gestured for them to follow as he walked right back to the door he’d walked through.

Levett blinked in surprise, quickly logging out of the computer and hopping to their feet to follow. Wortwood seemed like he was in a bit of a rush to give them the tour, but from their understanding anyone could be called in at any time. And, with how tired he’d looked when they’d just walked in, they wouldn’t be surprised if he was eager to get this over with to go home and sleep.

Wortwood opened the door and off the duo went around Level 3 again, Wortwood rambling some more as he showed them around the rest of the floor, which took another few hours and left Levett wondering just how much of a concern earthquakes would be considering the human-sized anthill of a compound that resided underground. Should they be concerned about the structural integrity of everything?

Levett had even zoned out from the informational overload, lamenting about how sore they were going to be tomorrow and probably for the rest of their lives if they had to go through with this everyday. They almost ran right into Wortwood’s back, not noticing that he had stopped in the middle of the hall.

“Aaaand, that should be all of it. Any questions?” Wortwood asked as they tried to shake off their mental cobwebs, turning around to face them.

“Uh, n-no, I’m good,” they said, glancing at someone walking by before returning their attention to him. There were definitely not a lot of people that they’d seen walking around, but most were probably in their assigned rooms, doing admin, or in the labs that dotted around the facility.

“Good,” Wortwood nodded with another tired smile. “I know it’s definitely a lot to take in, so don’t be worried about getting lost too much. It’s the whole reason the doors and rooms are labeled after all. You’ll just need to know your assignment doors, the administrative computer rooms, and the laboratory for your assignment. Don’t forget, you’ll be sharing these labs, so try to not make a mess for anyone else once you or your technicians are done. Now, onto the specifics of your job and how it works around here.

“Since you’re brand new, you’ll only be getting one assignment for now, but expect to take on one or two more within the next year or so,” the scientist had turned on his heel and started walking down the hall again, causing Levett to trail behind him once more. “There are several factors to whether or not you’ll be handling more dependant on results, the difficulty of your assignment, and how well your performance is. You’ll be expected to submit daily reports on your assignment, including any breakthroughs made in behavioral understanding, abilities, physiology, etcetera, etcetera. Even just writing down whether nothing significant is to be reported, or a NSTR report.”

Levett found their head swimming again as they were once more bombarded by Wortwood’s explanations, but they found it easier to force themselves to focus. After all, this was a bit more pertinent to their job than the offshoots of halls that didn’t concern them. That, and they weren’t focusing on trying to memorize a map of directions in their head anymore.

“There’s report templates in the files system you have access to now, so all you need to do is fill it in the best you can. Now, as for your assignment, it’s a fairly new addition that we managed to contain about a week ago,” Wortwood turned down another corner and walked past several doors before stopping in front of one with the number ‘3057’ on the plate beside it. He stopped and looked back at them, gesturing to it and adding, “This is your assignment room, so just make sure you don’t forget the room number.”

They nodded, forcing some of the directions they’d remembered to the side in favor of the number by repeating it a few times in their head. Their nerves were getting worse, but a surge of giddiness almost accompanied it. They were about to get their first assignment!

Wortwood, satisfied with their acknowledgment, used the PIN pad on the door to open it, revealing a decent sized observation room.

It maintained the sterile white of the rest of the halls and facility, but it looked like there was a light dimmer that Levett decided they would certainly use to avoid light headaches until they could get used to the brightness. To their right was a few shelves, a counter with a sink and filing cabinets. On the left, more shelving, filing cabinets and a double door. The wall ahead of them was bare aside from the large rounded rectangle of one-sided glass that was currently dimmed and obscured the view into the next room. In the middle against the wall of one-sided glass was a desk with the operating systems required for documentation and reporting, along with a printer for physical file recovery.

Wortwood walked into the room with them close behind, gesturing around the room and saying, “This is your observation room for your assignment and where you’ll be spending most of your time in the facility. If you’d like, you can personalize the area as much as you’d like as long as no electronic devices are brought into the building unless expressly permitted by the head of Level 3 security. Paintings, knick knacks, and the like are allowed along with a backpack or bag that you can bring lunch or snacks in. Don’t worry about having your bag checked or handed over to security, the elevators have their own built-in scanning system to ensure contraband isn’t brought in.”

“Got it,” Levett replied, glad that they’d be able to bring in stuff other than the clothes on their back, their ID, clearance, and keys. They hadn’t exactly been shown a cafeteria, so bringing in their own food was better than going hungry for hours to stubbornly not leave. They started walking around the room, taking in the mostly bare look before asking, “Will I get to see my assignment today?”

“Yes, you’ll be able to see your assignment,” the scientist nodded, a flicker of amusement on his face as he walked up to the side of the one-sided glass where a dial sat, turning it all the way to the left. The glass slowly began to turn more translucent to reveal the room beyond.

From ground to ceiling, it was two stories tall and about 40ft wide by 60ft in length, with the observation room on what would be the second story so that it allowed a high view of the area below that looked… well, rather colorful compared to the rest of the facility. The floor was covered in a colorful flooring that looked reminiscent of playmats or gymnastics mats while the walls sported rather colorful and pastel depictions of skies and hills. Stacks of colorful cubes, several kinds of toys and items were splayed around and what looked like a miniature circus tent the height of the room took up the entirety of the far right corner and at least an eighth of the room's size.

It looked more like a preschool or something than a facility room, and the comparison didn’t really sit right with Levett. They knew some of the subjects within the facility resembled harmless-looking items or creatures like teddy bears or children, and sometimes was a room itself. Was it a child-looking subject?

“Uh, is it in there,” Levett asked on instinct, glancing around the brightly colored room warily.

“Yes, it is,” Wortwood walked to the desk and picked up a file that they hadn’t noticed, handing it to them. “Sometimes it simply prefers to be in the tent. Now, as stated before, we just got this specimen about a week ago, with much of the time being getting to room prepared. It was going to be a Level 5 specimen, but was reverted to Level 3 after a workaround was figured out.”

“Workaround?” Levett opened the file to look it over. No photos accompanied it, but a quick skim showed that the subject's identification was S0L4R.

“Yes, it appears to harbor two behavioral patterns, though we don’t know whether or not it's some kind of Sundowner’s Syndrome related to light levels rather than time of day. The subject is humanoid in appearance, though looks more robotic than human or animal,” the other scientist sat against the edge of the desk as he watched them skim through the papers. “As long as the lights remain on and functional, it seems to maintain a more friendly personality. It still acts in self-defense, but shouldn’t cause any harm unless it deems necessary.”

‘Shouldn’t’ felt a lot less reassuring than he probably meant it.

“What we know is that it’s intelligent, able to communicate, is able to be affected by electronic disruption devices, and able to manipulate its form to a certain extent. *You* need to figure out everything else,” Wortwood pointed at them and caused them to blink in surprise.

“Everything else?”

“Yup. Biology, behavioral responses to certain stressors, anatomy, what material it’s made of, you know the drill,” he waved his hands a bit dismissively as though it was the easiest thing in the world. Maybe he was here long enough that it would be to him. “Everything required for its survival and functionality so that we can keep it contained and understand it.”

“Right… Makes sense,” Levett began to think that they were in over their head, but after weeks of signing contracts, it wasn’t exactly like they could just quit. Besides, a fair amount of their nerves was probably just due to it being their first day.

“Every sector of Level 3 is at your disposal, from laboratory equipment to scanning equipment. Just, make sure to put in a request if you plan on trying to take MRI’s or something, since that requires the assignment being taken to the MRI ward. Let’s see, is there anything else,” Wortwood hummed a bit as he thought, a concentrated look crossing his tired features. Then, he jolted as if he forgot something incredibly important. “Oh! And, I’ll be your supervisor! I probably should have mentioned that a lot sooner, but I just wanted to make sure that you were set up”

“Oh. Uh, well, doubly nice to meet you then,” Levett said. Right, supervisors were very important. They’d just been so overwhelmed that they forgot about it. But, it would definitely make it easier to direct questions to someone they already sort of knew than someone they hadn’t met.

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. That’s what happened when you tour after a full night shift,” the other scientist shrugged. “Anyways, any questions?”

A full night shift?! It was already three in the afternoon, no wonder this guy was exhausted! They were honestly impressed he was still fairly lucid considering they would have been dozing off at this point. But, they shook themselves from their surprise, replying, “No, nothing that I can think of.”

“Good. Well, with everything out of the way, I probably better get going. Don’t need to be up longer than I have to. Dr. Killian will be in here later to fill in for me as supervisor, but for now I imagine you just want to start getting your desk setup,” Wortwood stood up with a yawn. He walked over to the door back to the hall and gave Levett a farewell wave, adding as he left, “Just try not to burn anything down on your first day here, alright?”

“I’ll try not to,” Levett replied with a smile and a wave back. Once the door clicked shut and left them alone, they looked around, antsy. They *could* go onto the computer to sign in their credentials and read the file that they’d barely skimmed over during the whole conversation…

OR, they could try to get a glimpse of their charge to try and satiate the curiosity that had their fingers twitching around the file they had in their hands.

Dr. Wortwood hadn’t said that they couldn’t take a look inside… And S0L4R was their responsibility now, so it wouldn’t hurt to introduce themselves. S0L4R was intelligent and friendly after all, so what was the harm in just going down briefly? Just a quick, “Hi, my name is Dr. Katherine Levett, I’ll be in charge of taking care of you.” and then they’d be back in the observation room before Dr. Killian even showed up.

Spurred on by their curiosity and the logical hoops their brain went through to encourage them, they placed the file on the desk and looked outside the glass. Nothing had changed from before, though they thought they saw something move the curtain of the tent. If that’s where S0L4R was, it was probably what caused it.

“Just a quick look,” Levett told themself, standing up and walking over to the double doors that could only lead into the enclosure.

And, it seemed their assumption was correct when they opened the doors and they showed an enclosed darkened staircase with another set of double doors at the bottom. They only hesitated slightly at the top of the steps before walking down, but found their nerves hold them once they reached the second set of doors. They knew they were probably not supposed to be doing this, but it was just so damned hard struggling against their curiosity and close proximity to the source of it.

‘Fuck it,’ they thought to themself, forcing the double doors open before they could second guess themself again.

They had to blink a couple times as their eyes went from the darker interior of the stairwell to the brightly lit and brightly colored room, eyes adjusting after a few moments as the door shut behind them. They noticed a handprint authentication to go back in, probably to countermeasure the intellect of the being. Doors were pretty easy to open after all.

The floor gave way a little beneath their shoes, solidifying the comparison of playmats as they walked a few paces from the door. They looked around at the scattered items and toys, at the walls and corners where nothing could hide, before their gaze settled on the tent in the corner.

“Hello?” they called out, walking a couple more steps past a stack of the colored cubes. Everything definitely seemed bigger than from the observation room, the cubes a meter high each.

Levett found themselves growing more nervous the more they walked in, wondering if S0L4R was friendly or if Dr. Wortwood was just trying to downplay its behavior. It hadn’t exactly tried attacking them yet, so maybe it was just shy? They decided to try again, saying, “If you’re nervous about me, I’m brand new! This is my first day, so I figured I’d introduce myself since I’ll be your caretaker.”

“Caretaker?” the reply from the circus tent in the corner made them jolt in surprise, having mostly been expecting continued silence. It sounded a bit mechanical, but it made sense if it was more robotic than organic.

Unused to the voice, they weren’t sure whether or not they just insulted the subject, nervously backtracking a little, “W-Well, yes, and no? I don’t know what you’d prefer it to be called, but I’ll be in charge of your well-being and trying to learn more about you. Likes, dislikes, that sort of thing. I just wanted to meet you so that we could get first impressions out of the way, and maybe even become fast friends so that-.”

“Friends,” the word was spoken with a questioning tone, though it sounded excited at the prospect. The curtain of the tent shifted just enough to reveal glowing white eyes that stared at them from low to the ground.

Levett had to resist the urge to jolt in surprise. They probably should have read a bit more about S0L4R to figure out what they were getting into, but it seemed like they were slowly making headway with the subject. Smiling encouragingly, they slowly walked closer to the tent for a few feet until the subject inside flinched, crouching on the ground to get better eye contact. “Yeah, friends! I know it’s probably lonely, so I’ll be trying to-.”

“Oh, ho, new friend, new friend,” the subject exclaimed happily before bursting out from the tent and startling them. It was shockingly *tall* and had to have been crouched low behind the other side of the tent for its eyes to have given the impression of it being far smaller, and it was a gangly mess of limbs as they found themself scooped up from their crouched position on the ground and spun around.

They couldn’t help but let out a yelp of surprise at the quick turn of events, colors of the room blurring for a moment before the subject made a noise and placed them back down on the ground by their feet. Their knees almost buckled from the shock and from the dizziness of the spinning, vision refocusing as the subject took a couple steps back and looked down at them with what looked like concern. It was hard to tell.

The creature was definitely humanoid in shape, but it was about eight feet tall with little over half of it just legs and it was wringing its four hands nervously. Its face looked similar to a cartoon sun, with sun rays flaring from its head, though half of the face looked like a crescent moon. Pale yellow with lighter shades, it also looked like it wore a gold and red outfit that gave them a jester-y vibe, bells on its shoes and attached to its wrists. Its face was pulled into a nervous grimace and they realized it was talking.

“-idn’t mean to startle you, truly, truly,” it stammered, though its mouth didn’t open to speak. As the adrenaline left their system, Levett found that its size was daunting. But, it also looked distraught at potentially having just ruined whatever friendship they had been offering, unable to help from feeling a bit bad at the sight. “I just got so excited that I couldn’t help myself, but that’s still no excuse to just pick you up, and-!”

“H-Hey, hey,” Levett raised their hands to get its attention a bit, though it was hard to tell without any pupils in its eyes. It paused its nervous hand wringing. “I’m fine, you just startled me, that's all! I wasn’t expecting you to charge out full speed, haha.”

S0L4R seems to perk up at not being reprimanded, or at least not having completely scared off its new ‘friend’, the face going from the grimace to a wide smile and it began to look them over. “I didn’t accidentally hurt you, did I? Oh, I hope not, that’s not a very good impression for a new friend!”

“No, no, you didn’t hurt me,” they shook their head, slightly amused at its mostly crouched position and apparent need to now keep its hands far away from their body, two clasped in front of itself while the other two hands clasped behind its back. “Speaking of first impressions, my name’s Dr. Katherine Levett. Do you have a name you’d like to go by?”

Levett extended a hand for the creature to take, its head rotating a full 180 degrees in what seemed like surprise before carefully unclasping a pair of hands to take their offered one. Or, sort of. Its whole hand from wrist to tip of middle finger was almost as long as their arm and would entirely engulf their hand. Instead, it just pressed its index and middle fingertips to their palm for them to shake.

“I’ve been told that I look like the sun, so you could call me that,” S0L4R suggested happily, head tilting as they shook the two fingers before letting go.

“I can call you Sun if you’d like,” they said, hand dropping to their side. They put their hands in the coats pockets, adding, “Just let me know if you want to be called something else!”

“Caaaan do, new friendo! What sort of activities do you want to do? They gave me a bunch of things to do to keep me occupied, and now I can do them with you,” S0L4R - Sun now, Levett reminded themself - began to rattle on about finger painting, coloring books, and other activities that fit even more with the preschool/daycare theme. And they were feeling awful about how lonely it seemed in the enclosure.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stick around long,” Levett said, making Sun pause in its excited rant and a pang of guilt as its smile fell a little, looking more strained. They glanced up at where the one-sided glass was and found that it was currently two-way. Ah, that explained the more than expected amount of settings on the glass dial.

Dr. Killian would be able to see them if he/she/they entered the observation room, and there was no doubt that they’d end up with at least a talking to. But, if they were quick enough with whatever activity Sun wanted, maybe they could still make it back in time to not be seen.

Rubbing the back of their neck nervously, they relented with a sigh, “Oh, I guess I have enough time for one activity. One. And it has to be a quick one, okay?”

Any misgivings that Levett had about being caught and potentially being in trouble were dispelled by the immediate *glee* that Sun seemed to exude as it perked up immediately straightening like a shot with its torso spinning a couple times as it clapped its hands. The sight compared to his slowly deflating demeanor reminded them of a delighted kid that just got their birthday wish.

“Oh, what did you want to play friend,” Sun asked excitedly, using its hands to count the activities once more, “Oh, you said it had to be quick, so finger painting and coloring won’t do, which is a shame because I was given so many colors, but we can do that another time. Oh, oh! What about tag?”

“Tag,” Levett raised an eyebrow. One of Sun’s legs was almost the length of their entire body. Regardless of whether or not they were ‘It’, they felt that they would be at a severe disadvantage.

Sun seemed to know of their misgivings, trying to give them a reassuring smile while stating, “Don’t worry, friend, I’ll even give you a headstart and try to go easy on you! You said you wanted a quick activity, and there’s no quicker game that I can think of then tag!”

Well, that was true. If there was something that was somewhat quick, tag would certainly fall into that category. Especially with Sun’s lanky legs.

So, they shrugged, replying, “You know what? Sure! Tag seems fine then.”

“Goodie,” Sun’s face rotated happily and it made shooing gestures towards Levett and going, “Alright, now run off! I’ll give you a fifteen second headstart before I start coming to tag you, okay? Now, go, go!”

Levett hadn’t really woken up this morning expecting that they, a grown ass adult, would be participating in a game of tag. After a second or two of hesitation, they ran away and around some of the cube stacks as Sun began counting backwards from fifteen. Already, they felt a bit winded. If Sun’s longer steps didn’t get them, their lack of stamina would.

“Zero! Ready or not, friend, I’m coming to get ya!”

They weren’t exactly hiding, but there was still a bit of suspense as they waited for Sun to pop around the corner of stacked cubes. Which didn’t take long, Sun had probably seen them run over here, popping its head out from behind the cubes with the smile on its face.

“Friend, you’re supposed to keep running,” it said in amusement, seeing them waiting for it.

“I was waiting for you to get closer,” Levett retorted, starting to run off in a different direction. Yelling over their shoulder, they added, “I’m trying to save energy!”

They couldn’t help but glance behind themself to find Sun *skipping* after them, the sight a little unnerving with its size, made worse by the fact that it actually seemed to be keeping pace pretty well. It didn’t take much more than a minute of them running around and Sun trying to give them time before they found themself too winded to continue running much. Sun skipped to their side and gently tapped them on the shoulder.

“Tag! You’re it, friend!” Sun declared, face rotating in triumph.

“Y-Yeah, you got me,” Levett panted from the brief run around, winded from what could debatably be considered a jog. After a few seconds, they regained their composure, straightening to their full height after slouching in exertion. “W-Well, I should probably head back now.”

“O-Oh, already,” Sun asked, smile falling a bit once more. It started shifting nervously on its feet, making Levett feel guilty again. But, they couldn’t just spend all day in here. At least, not yet.

“Look, I’ll come back in to hang out as soon as I can, okay,” they said, patting one of its arms in an attempt of reassurance.

“P-Promise?” Sun’s vocals stuttered, giving his already mechanical voice an impression of static or glitchiness.

“Yes, I promise,” Levett said. And they genuinely meant it. They felt that it was cruel to not socialize something that was harmless enough and that obviously craved company.

Sun was quiet for a second or two, the sunrays rotating separate from the face once or twice, making them realize that mechanical-like whirrs seemed to click with every movement of it. Then, it perked up, its grin widening again as it nodded vigorously. “I’ll hold you to that promise, friend! I’ll make sure all the activities are ready for when you get back so that we can spend even more time together, okay?”

“Okay, Sun,” they smiled, earning a delighted face rotation from the creature in question. Whether it was because of the promise or the use of its self-proclaimed name, they weren’t sure. They just found it endearing.

Levett started walking toward the exit doors, Sun trailing beside them. They placed their hand on the imprint scanner, adding, “Oh, and let me know what activity supplies you want next time I see you, okay?”

“Can do,” Sun gave a mock salut, awkward with two hands to his forehead, but the spirit was there.

Levett chuckled, giving Sun one last farewell with a wave included before opening the doors and walking inside. Up the stairs, they entered the observation room, looking down to see Sun staring back expectantly, waiting for them to appear at the top. Seeing them, it waved happily and they responded in kind before settling at the desk to actually start setting up their systems. Seeing the forgotten file on the desk, they paused.

They should probably read up if they wanted to connect with Sun more, and knowing everything they could like potential origin and circumstances of its capture.

Once more, the computer was left forgotten as they opened up the file and started doing their homework.

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