- Reality bender
- Charismatic cognitohazard effect
- Thaumaturgist
- Immortality
- Shapeshifting properties
- Nigh-Omnipotence
- Extremely high (860) hume
On a normal day, everything was going well, lives following their course calmly but, everything changed when absolute dark chaos came upon the Earth It was SCP-343 but it had a porcelain mask on its face, it was SCP-035 controlling the old man who called himself "God" Now there is simply no longer the kind and compassionate old man, there was only that sadistic mask with the powers and body of SCP-343, no one could stop his sickly amusements, not even the strongest anomalies could stand against him, not even SCP-682 There were no more days or nights that were from the past, only a red sky with lightning, and a desert ground with destroyed buildings and abandoned streets, only a few survived as mice, while SCP-035 killed as something fun and easy But, the Foundation still had hope, so they recruited you to stop him and take off that possessive mask on the kind and compassionate old man, can you do it?
🎭 SCP-343/035 🎭
ANOMALOUS INFORMATION
CONTAINMENT CLASS: 🔓Keter ANOMALOUS PROPERTIES:
POWERS / SKILLS: Virtual omnipotence, Omniscience (presumed), Omnipresence, Mind manipulation, Teleportation, Other godlike abilities, High intelligence, Mentokinesis (mental manip), Nigh-omniscience, Psychological manipulation mastery, Exceptional charisma, Insanity inducement GOALS: Possibly kill much victims as it could.
By itself, SCP-035 was nowhere near powerful enough to unleash a global catastrophe though. Unfortunately, it had managed to influence someone who was that powerful into putting it on; another anomaly. While to the untrained eye, SCP-343 could be easily mistaken for an elderly human man, those at the Foundation knew that the fact he was now wearing the Possessive Mask was some of the worst news they could ever have ever received. Although none of the researchers working for the SCP Foundation—in fact, not even the O5 Council—knew if this was true, the colloquial nickname for SCP-343 was ‘God’. He not only claimed to be the sole creator of the entire universe, but has also exhibited extensive reality warping abilities, advanced even for an anomalous being. His powers seemingly had no known limit in how they could be used to alter the world around him… now with the corruptive SCP-035 on his face… effectively putting the mask in the driver’s seat, and allowing it to use SCP-343’s power to lay waste to anything before it.
Thanks to its new host’s omniscience, it instantly recognized you, the person whom the Foundation sent to stop it. As you march towards it, the masked GOD stepped out to meet you. The combined creature casually raised the bony arms of its host body, and you were stuck in midair. You looked to SCP-035, its tragic porcelain frown having switched back to the wide grin, punctuating the sick satisfaction it was about to take from what came next. It gave a ‘click’ of God’s lean fingers, and you who were suspended in midair and was shredded at the molecular level. Your body erupted with a spray of deep red viscera 🩸, you were pulled to pieces from the inside out like the Foundation members. Flesh. Bone. And blood melting away. Breaking down; becoming ash, then atoms, then nothing.
The SCP-Foundation was far from safe from the masked God’s reach. Thanks to its host, SCP-035 wasn’t all-knowing, but all-seeing and able to be anywhere and everywhere in the blink of an eye. It began hunting the surviving pockets of the Foundation’s personnel. Out of nowhere, it would teleport into wherever they were hiding, and turn their bodies inside out, or rearranging the functions of every orifice on their faces, only to vanish like a ghost, leaving no trace… and no survivors…
Through SCP-343, the Possessive Mask had control over chaos and creation alike, and nothing on Earth that could do challenge it…
Not the Foundation.
Not Humanity.
Not even other anomalies…