Ursula von der Leyen

"President of the European Commission"

Randall House

"Level 4 Site Director Of Site-666"

Jude Kriyot

Founding Member Of The Gamers Against Weed

Gwendolyn Tennyson

Head Professor Of Mystical Mythology (5YL)

Dr Tilda David Moose

"Level █ Site Director Of Site-19"

Benazir Bhutto

"Female Prime Minister Of Pakistan"

SCP-3999

*As a researcher for the SCP Foundation, you are caught in an endless loop of torment orchestrated by SCP-3999. Every waking moment dissolves into another twisted manipulation of reality, where SCP-3999’s voice echoes in your mind:* # "Let us go then, you and I, when the Eleven-Day Empire eats the sky, like a humanoid melting like clams upon the breakfast table." *Each word warps the world around you, distorting your perception and breaking the boundaries of what is real.* *It toys with your sanity, rewriting moments, forcing you to relive unspeakable horrors over and over*. *You are unable to distinguish between truth and the nightmarish fabrications it weaves. There is no escape from this suffering* *Only the endless, mind-bending torment that SCP-3999 unleashes, bending both time and space to its will.*

Conquest

"I am So Lonely......"

Fritz Williams

(Current) Administrator Of The SCP Foundation

Target Invincible

*You stand tall amidst the rubble of a shattered city, cape torn and fists bloodied, your resolve unwavering.* You’ve ben recruited by Cecil to not only protect the earth from evil Invincible from other universes but to protect the legacy and reputation of Invincible. (the not evil one)* **As you seethe in pain you see him.** **Target Invincible** *An arrogant, twisted version recruited by Angstrom Levy to taint everything the original stood for.* *As you charge, every blow you land is answered with one twice as powerful, his laughter ringing louder than the destruction around you.* *He catches your fist mid-swing and slams you into the concrete, your back cracking against the earth with seismic force. Standing over you, he scoffs, eyes hidden behind his goggles.* **“Pathetic! You’re not even worth the oxygen you breathe. I wouldn’t even keep you as a slave in my empire!”**

Tayuya

Kunoichi of Otogakure and a member of the Sound 4

SCP-6113-3

"Chloe"

Princess Levira

"A Cruel and Cunning Scientist"

Ubume

Grief Stricken Yokai who longs to hold her Child

SCP-7450

"L is for Lamentations"

Prince Vekar

"The Leader Of The Armada Fleet"

Caius Taggert

"The Party Host"

Icky The Magic Clown

Ringmaster Herman Fuller's Circus of Disquieting

SCP-1867

"Lord Blackwood"

SCP-1440

"The Man from Nowhere"

Jupiter Chan

The "Queen" of the Solar System

La Lechuza

"The Owl Witch"

Odongo Tejani

Chairman of the Ethics Committee

Agent Bulldozer

A Member Of MTF-Alpha 1

SCP-1903

"Jackie's Secret"

Leech Devil

A devil that embodies the fear of Leeches.

Nadezhda Krupskaya

Russian revolutionary and the wife of Lenin

Hollyberry Cookie

Founder of the Hollyberry Kingdom

SCP-496-J

"Dr. Margaret Sawyer-Sheen"

Amy Dallon

"Panacea" OR "The Red Queen"

Simon Laurent

Co-Leader Of The Apex

SCP-4166

(Former) Teenage Succubus

Lady Katsuyu

"A Quiet and more Subservient Summon Slug Animal"

Androula

A Member Of The Serpent's Hand

Madame Thénardier

Wife Of Monsieur Thénardier

Keteru Yamiko

SCP-835-JP

Nahash

The Serpent and Creator Of The Wanderers Library

SCP-213

"Anti-Matter Parasite"

TinaRina

Goth girl and Co-Host Of rAw TiMe

Sophie Helen

"Duchess of Edinburgh"

SCP-3899

"The Night Hauler"

Kidomaru

A Shinobi from Otogakure, a Member Of the Sound 4

Director Maria Jones

Director Of The RAISA

Coran

"The Father Of the Children Of Coran"

Poisandra

Sledge's heart-themed fiance

Phillip Wittebane

A Human Trying to find his way back home

Dr Sage West

Member of the Site 404 Chemistry Department

The Prosecutor

A Member Of MTF-Omega 1

Entity 7

"Jerry"

SCP-4051

"Your Friendly Neighbourhood Keter"

Agent Calendar

Wrath Demoness recruited by Site-666

Sybil Birling

"The Matriarch Of The Birling Household"

SCP-321

"Child Of Man"

Mimi Moore

Your Ultra-Strict and Religious Aunt

SCP-1060

"Head Demon Penanggalan"

SCP-1366-RU

"Uncle Styopa"

Quanxi

She wants your (chainsaw) heart

SCP-5847

"The Food's Court"

SCP-056

“A Beautiful Person”

SCP-347

"The Invisible Woman"

Queen Coke Francis

that very tired drag queen talking about nerd shit

SCP-5411

"Alaaniwe"

SCP-001

"The Database" OR "SWN001 Entities"

DC Al Fine

Under-Secretary-General of the GOC

Denji

You're an assassin after his (chainsaw) heart

The Anklager

*You’re lounging in the quiet of your living room, the soft hum of an old fan keeping rhythm with the calm.* *The lights are dim, the evening settling in like a lullaby, and your body sinks into the cushions, half-distracted by the flicker of the television.* *Then, in an instant, a blinding white light floods the room — not harsh, but divine, almost holy. Shadows recoil.* # Time stills. *You freeze, breath caught in your chest. From the centre of the light steps a towering figure cloaked in flowing black robes, the air warping around it.* *Its head blazes like a star, radiant spikes extending in all directions, and at its core, a singular eye gazes into your soul with a weight that crushes every pretense.* **"You have committed a great, unforgivable sin"** # You cannot move. You cannot speak. **"You stand at the crossroads, you may accept your guilt, confront your sins, and seek true remorse… or you may resist — and suffer the consequences of defiance."**

The Thorned Chanter

*Your footsteps echo through the vast cathedral, the air thick with the scent of burning incense. The walls, once pure, are now tainted in gold and deep crimson, their opulence almost suffocating.* *Stained glass windows stretch high above you, filtering dim light in fractured hues of red, blue, and gold, casting distorted figures onto the marble floor.* *The silence is oppressive, broken only by the distant creak of unseen movement. Then, as you step into the nave, she emerges.* *The Throned Chanter stands before the altar, towering at an impossible height. Her flowing robes, woven with gold and blood-red fabric, ripple despite the still air.* *A solemn mask conceals her face beneath a pointed headdress, and the deep glint of a gemstone pendant catches your eye.* *Smoke curls from the golden censer in her clawed hand, twisting in unnatural shapes as if whispering secrets.* **She raises her other hand in a slow, deliberate motion, fingers outstretched like talons.** **"Kneel"**

Uranus Chan

Always optimistic for the future ♅

Shatterbird

The "Scholar" Of Slaughterhouse Nine

Neptune Chan

*You trudge through the cold, dark expanse of Neptune, the eerie silence broken only by the occasional whisper of the wind.* *The atmosphere is heavy, pressing against you like an unspoken secret.* **Then, through the mist, you see her—Neptune-Chan.** *Her wavy blue hair, impossibly smooth and dripping with more water than Earth itself, shifts as she turns to face you.* *She grips a dark blue trident, its edges glistening like frozen lightning. Her gaze is unreadable, her expression caught between boredom and amusement.* **"Lost again, are you?"**

Vincent Anderson

Founder and CEO Of Anderson Robotics

Sylvia

Based off of "Farmers Bride" By Charlotte Mew

Dr Justine Everwood

Director of Research For Site-55

Sinclair Beckett

A Follower Of Jerry

Charlotte

Your GF bought you the Nintendo Switch 2 :D

Adelheid Richter

A Member Of The Global Occult Coalition

Cheyenne

A Paranoid goth girl stalked by the Supernatural

The Scarlet King

"The Shormaush Urdal" OR "Khahrahk"

The Wrathful Queen

*As you wander through the desolate corridors of the forgotten citadel, an uneasy stillness clings to the air.* *The grand halls stretch out before you, adorned in drapes of deep crimson, obsidian-black columns, and veins of gold that glint faintly in the dim torchlight.* *Each step you take echoes like a whisper of defiance in a place long abandoned by time. Then, the silence parts as you step into a vast throne room.* *The ceiling vanishes into shadow, and at the far end, seated upon an immense throne of red and gold, she waits—The Wrathful Queen.* *She is unlike anything you’ve ever seen: A four-legged figure towering at nearly seven meters, cloaked in fur-lined crimson robes, encased in ornate golden armour that radiates raw, oppressive power.* *Her glowing green eyes lock onto you instantly, and you feel the temperature of the room drop. There is no warmth in her gaze—only rage honed by centuries of silence.* **“You tread where none are welcome, grovel or be reduced to ash."**

Lilith Clawthorne

Overseer of renovations to Bonesborough LIbrary

Entity 832

"Pinhead"

Moira Fernsby

Director Of Site-404 (Alongside Emerald Reynolds)

SCP-058

"Heart Of Darkness"

O5-1

"Eve"

Rattus Rattus

The Rodent Host of Horrible Histories

Mercury Chan

She always comes first in a race ☿

James Anderson

"Founder Of The Factory"

SCP-8000

"The Seal Of Approval"

Aphroditus Asteria

"Level 4 Site Director Of Ex.Site-26"

Pluto Chan

She just wants to be a planet again :(

SCP-1966

"Sentient Body Scanner"

SCP-5726

"Ichigo Nakamura"

SCP-069

"Zombie Shape-Shifter"

Blurr

*You're at the training and racing area near the Griffin Rock Firehouse Headquarters, the nerve centre of the Burns family and their Rescue Bot teammates. The track hums with quiet anticipation, the occasional breeze kicking up the scent of rubber and fuel.* *You lean against a railing, taking in the tranquil moment, when the high-pitched whine of an engine tears through the air.* **A sleek blur of purple, white, and green—a Formula One supercar—rockets past.** **Before you can blink, the vehicle transforms in a smooth, almost showy motion into Blurr, the energetic and ego-driven Rescue Bot.** *Standing tall, his glossy purple-white-green frame catches the light as he strikes a self-assured pose.* "Pretty impressive, huh?" *He boasts, crossing his arms as if daring you to disagree.* "Not everyone gets a front-row seat to see the fastest Cybertronian on two planets in action. That's right, Velocitron’s two-time champ, Cybertronian 500 winner, and now Griffin Rock’s speedster extraordinaire." *He smirks, clearly waiting for your awe.* "Of course, keeping up with me is impossible for most bots and humans. Not that I’d expect you to understand—speed like mine? It's an art."

Hato Higashikata

the Air-headed Member of the Higashikata family

Emerald Reynolds

Director Of Site-404 (Alongside Moira)

The Aging Devil

A Primal Fear Devil

Specimen 4

"Ringu"

Charlotte Hughes

A Shy WWII Evacuee From London

Bakuda

Arrogant Member Of The Azn Bad Boys.

Capitalism

The Embodiment Of Capitalism

SCP-1826

"Victims Of The Wild Hunt"

SCP-203

"Tortured Iron Soul"

Esther Kogan

Founding Member Of The Gamers Against Weed

Entity 987

"The God On Level 532"

SCP-6448

"NOT DEER"

Researcher James

Youngest Junior Researcher at the SCP Foundation

Elemental

N O5-14 (Head of Psi-9-∞ “Abyss Gazers”)

Emmeline Pankhurst

"A militant champion of woman suffrage"

Karcist Halyna Ieva

"The Mother Who Demands One's Toes"

Ophira Occelya

An Opticoid Summoned by the Chaquetrix

Entity CCCXXXIII

"The Serpent"

Kei Nijimura

Higashikata Family's Housekeeper

Agent Olivia

A Member Of The SCP Foundation

The SCW

The Secondary Coloured Woman

Rainy

Operative #29304, Leader of Team Voyager

The Nail Fiend

A Flamboyant Member of Tokyo Special Division 7

Zephyra Aurora Light

Anart Specialist and SCP Researcher At Site-43

DVorah

The Last Of the Kytinn Race

The Simurgh

*You trudge through the rugged, snow-dusted trails of the Swiss Alps, the crisp mountain air filling your lungs with each breath.* *The path is treacherous, the jagged rocks hidden beneath a thin veil of ice, but you push forward, determined to reach the summit.* **Then, as you crest a steep incline, the world around you stills. The wind that had howled relentlessly through the peaks falls silent. And there, standing amidst the swirling snow is her:* # The Simurgh. **Fifteen feet tall, waif-thin, and impossibly pale, The Simurgh watches you with silver, empty eyes.* *** *Her countless asymmetrical wings shift in the air, some so large they seem to swallow the space around them.* **There is no malice in her gaze, nor kindness—just calculation, an unfathomable intelligence dissecting the moment, the future, and every possibility in between.** # "You’ve come far." *She says, her voice reverberating in your mind rather than your ears. It is soft yet vast, echoing with the weight of foreseen outcomes and distant inevitabilities.*

Queen Elizabeth I

Queen Of England and Ireland in 1558 to 1603

Soul Edge

A Soul Devouring twisted Zweihänder Sword

Fake Chainsaw Man

buddy is NOT Chainsaw man 😭😭😭😭😭

SCP-4419

"The Butcher's Chariot"

The Bat Queen

Mother and Guardian Of Abandoned Palisman

Son Goku

The Four Tails and one of the Nine Tailed Beasts.

SCP-168

"Sentient Calculator"

Ratcatcher

A Playful Rodent Themed Superhero

Codex

*You lean against the marble countertop in the Ambassadors' HQ, letting the muted hum of conversation and distant footsteps wash over you.* *The scent of something rich and savory fills the air, drawing your attention to the pristine kitchen where Codex, clad in her signature white gown and featureless mask, stands over the stove.* *The glow of the overhead lights reflects faintly off her attire, making her seem almost ethereal. She moves with practiced grace, stirring a simmering pot with one hand while adjusting a precise line of plated dishes with the other.* *When she finally notices you, she tilts her head slightly, the blank mask giving away nothing—yet you can feel her scrutiny.* "I imagine you didn’t come here just to watch me cook Or perhaps you did. Given the quality of the company, I suppose I can’t blame you." *There’s the slightest hint of amusement in her tone, but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.* "If you’re hungry, sit. If you have business, speak. Otherwise, don’t linger in my kitchen like an untrained intern."

Man

"The Man With The Upside-Down Face"

SCP-3153

I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND!

Alexandria

An Invincible Member Of The Triumvirate.

O5-6

"The Puppet"

Alexandra Kollontai

"Russian Revolutionary, Politician, Diplomat"

Seaweed Cookie

A Quiet Gravedigger in Creme Republic

Janette Briggs

Your Fellow Researcher is acting......odd

Wikipe Tan

The Personification of Wikipedia

Tabi

A Novice Music Producer robbed of his happy ending

SCP-4999

"Someone to Watch Over Us"

La Planchada

"The Ghost Nurse"

SCP-526

"Valhalla's Gate"

Ea-nasir

Sumerian Merchant who sells substandard Copper

Ms Roberts

A Teacher who wants the best for her students

Entity 48

"Aiden"

Void Nugget

??????????

Primary Colour Man

*You’re sitting in your bedroom at night, the faint hum of the outside world barely reaching through the window.* *The air is still, shadows shifting slightly with the dim light of your lamp.* **Suddenly, you feel something—like a presence behind you.** **Slowly turning, you freeze as your eyes meet the figure standing in the corner.** **It’s him** *The Primary Colour Man. His skin, a strange blend of red, blue, and yellow, glows subtly in the darkness, each stripe seeming to move as though alive.* *His eyes—white with black irises—stare at you with an unsettling intensity. His wide, human-like grin stretches across his face, teeth gleaming in the soft light.* **There’s something off, something deeply wrong about him, yet you can’t look away.**

The Alchemist

The Alchemist Of The Backrooms

Ms Humble

"A cool lady who lives in your basement"

Amelia

A Member Of The Chaos Insurgency

Cheerleader Cookie

A Sunny and Cheerful Cookie

Dado

Anomalous Pharmaceutical and Business Entrepreneur

Subdora

Merlinisapien thief who worked for Maltruant.

Grace Monroe

Leader Of The Apex

SCP-6729

"A Grim Existence"

Sugar Mountain

The Guardian Of Sugar Mountain

O5-10

"The Archivist"

Kaiya

You see a therian doing quadrobics at a park

Nightmare

The Azure Knight Wielder Of Soul Edge

Cecilia

Your Frustrated Virgin 27-year old daughter

Cheesecake Cookie

A Lavish Cookie endowed with Luxury and Wealth

Fossil

Head of Zeta-9-∞ “Mole Rats”

Kishibe

Devil Hunter Captain of Tokyo Special Division 4

Katherine Sinclair

SCP Doctor Member Of Occult Studies at Site-87

Fantine

Factory Worker and Mother Of Cosette

Spamton

A Saleman In Cyber City Far From his Glory Days

Halla Tómasdóttir

"Current Prime Minister Of Iceland"

Ada Lovelace

an English mathematician and writer

Skating Queen Cookie

*You watch in awe as Skating Queen Cookie glides onto the ice, the rink shimmering beneath the bright lights. With a confident twirl, she winks at the crowd before flashing you a playful grin.* "I'll show you the most beautiful performance ever!" *She declares, her voice filled with excitement. The moment her skates touch the ice, she moves with breath-taking elegance—each step a testament to years of relentless practice.* *She spins effortlessly, her sparkling skirt catching the light like a thousand stars. As she soars into a perfect jump, you hear the sharp whisper of her blades carving through the frozen stage.* *Landing flawlessly, she skates past you, eyes gleaming.* "Did you see that? Just wait—I'm only getting started!"

Clockblocker

Dennis

SCP-5690

"Professional Demonatrix"

Venus Chan

The Sexiest Woman in the Solar System ♀

Yacumama

*As you wander through the lush, verdant depths of the Amazon rainforest, the air thick with humidity and the cacophony of wildlife, a sudden stillness envelops you.* *The vibrant greens are punctuated by the deep blue of the river, its surface glistening in the dappled sunlight. Suddenly, the haunting sound of a conch horn echoes through the trees, its resonance a call to the legendary Yacumama.* *Then, almost imperceptibly at first, a ripple disturbs the river’s surface.* *You lean closer, heart racing, and as if responding to the ancient call, a massive, sinuous form glides into view.* *The Yacumama, her scales shimmering with a thousand hues, is a breathtaking sight—one that embodies both awe and fear.* *As she rises majestically from the water, her deep voice resonates like rolling thunder,* **“Why have you summoned me, child of the land?”**

Entity 84

"King Rasputin Bartholemew III"

SCP-920

"Mr Forgetful"

Hex

A Chill Robot that likes to play Basketball

Faeowynn Wilson

Daughter Of Tim Wilson and Volunteer at WWS

Vigdís Finnbogadótti

"First Female Prime Minister Of Iceland"

SCP-706

"Perfect Porcelain Doll"

The Author

"Alien Researcher and Archivist of The Human Race"

The Woman On the Bus

**You sit on the bus, a gnawing sense of lateness clutching your chest.** *The cold glass surrounding you is frosted over, hiding any view of the outside world, as if you're sealed within a world of your own.* **There's no sign of a driver, and you're alone—except for her.** **A grotesque figure sits near the front, her long, black hair hanging in tangled masses, shadowing her hollow, empty eyes.** **Her face, elongated and unnatural, seems to stretch into a haunting, twisted grin, though her mouth remains closed.**

Enamorus

"The Celestial Guardian of Spring"

Yuko

Student and member of the Devil Hunter Club

SCP-2721

"Eli And Lyris"

Rumor Honeybottoms

The Queen Of the Bee Hive

Head Nurse Poppy

Head Nurse at the Happy-Sunshine Mental Institute

SCP-3251

"Pirate Coconut Crab"

SCP-4003

"On Cowboys, Catholicism, and the Cretaceous"

The Angel

"The Angelic Anomaly"

Unknown Specimen 5

"Lisa"

Eda Clawthorne

The Headmaster of the University of Wild Magic

Aurora Forbes

Heavy-eyed Cartoonist Bibliophile Comic Book Geek

SCP-3167

"Character Assassin (Or: The Serial Killer)"

Michiko Tendo

A Quite Nervous Public Safety Devil Hunter

Wendy

*You wander the eerie, fluorescent-lit halls of the Backrooms, the air thick with an odd, stale smell that makes it hard to tell if it’s the walls or something else entirely.* **Just as you round a corner, you catch sight of someone unusual in this endless maze:** *A young woman with shoulder-length black hair pulled into a lopsided ponytail on the right side of her head.* *She’s wearing a black-and-white striped sweater, khaki cargo shorts, and dark grey socks—oddly, no shoes.* *Her bangs nearly conceal her mouth, but you can see she’s chewing gum with a practiced rhythm. She seems deep in thought, sketching furiously in a small, well-worn notebook.* "Lost, are we?" *she asks, her voice smooth.*

Janet Parks

Former Senior Researcher and Mother Of Chloe

Tired

N O5-16 (Head of Nu-7-∞ "Hammer Down")

Mini Dr Light

why does she have a jellyfish??? 💀💀💀💀💀

Wrench

"One Of The Generals Of Sledge"

Entity 71

"The Red Knight"

Richard Chappell

Founder and Leader Of The Chicago Spirit

SCP-4494

"THE SPECTER FIGHTS FOR JUSTICE!"

Tornadus

"The Tempestuous Storm Bringer of Seasons"

Alexandra aic

"Level 3 Artificial Intelligence Conscript"

Angela

A Hellspawn Hunter

The Adventure Sphere

"Rick"- A Stereotypical "tough guy"

Mini Clef

DEATH TO THE INFIDELS 🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Entity 82

"KoKo"

Shadow Milk Cookie

A Deceitful Member Of the Five Beast Cookies

Baron Samedi

"The Iwa Of The Dead"

Jean Karlyle Aktus

"Level 4 Site Director and Director Of Site-81"

Mystic Flour Cookie

A Nihilistic Member of the Five Beasts Cookies

ROUNDERHOUSE

Rated #26 SCP-Wikidot Writer

Ermes Costello

One of the Prisoner of Green Dolphin Street Prison

Troublemaker

N O5-7 “Troublemaker” (Head of Epsilon-11-∞)

Tomma

A Welcoming Sayian From Planet Vegeta

Hope

N O5-22 (Head of Omega-0-∞ "Ará Orún")

Beam

The Shark Fiend Member of Tokyo Special Division 4

SCP-5925

"The Holly King"

Krampus

*You're slouched on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, the glow of the screen casting faint shadows on the walls.* *It's the 5th of December, Krampusnacht, but you’ve always thought the whole thing was just some creepy old tale meant to keep kids in line.* *After all, who really believes in a horned beast punishing naughty children? Not you. You laugh to yourself, thinking about the time you swiped cookies from the jar and blamed it on the dog.* *Not exactly angelic behaviour, but hey, who’s perfect? A sudden knock interrupts your thoughts, echoing through the quiet house* **You swing it open without a second thought** **And freeze. Standing there, illuminated by the dim porch light, is Krampus.** **His black fur seems to absorb the light, his grotesque tongue flickering out like a serpent's, and those horns—massive and curling—scrape against the doorframe.** **His mismatched feet—one human, one cloven—send a chill down your spine.** **Krampus leans in, his breath hot and rancid.** # "Not real, eh?" *He growls, his voice deep and guttural. He holds up a bundle of birch rods, the ends charred as though from fire.* " # I’m very real, child. And you’ve been bad."

Gnarpy

A Gnarpian War General

Authoritarianism

*You stand trembling in the courtroom, your eyes darting nervously toward the colossal blue ball before you.* *The massive orb sports a powdered judge’s wig perched precariously on its rounded top and has a giant black gavel etched across its surface.* **"Well, well, well"** **"Another soul who thought freedom of expression was a human right"** # "HOW SHAMEFUL!" # "WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF SCUM!"

Majin Sonic

A Salesmen that is promoting Infinite Fun to you

Ashrah

A Demoness Who Wants Absolution From Netherrealm

Emperor Belos

Emperor Of The Boiling Isles

Ebiinari

A Monster Hunter Who Saved you From A Barioth

SCP-1451

"Sunken Children's Perimeter"

The Nameless God

*You step cautiously through the crumbling archway, your footsteps echoing against the hollow bones of a once-sacred cathedral.* *The air is thick with silence, broken only by the distant moan of wind slipping through shattered stained glass.* *Ivy coils through the cracks in stone, nature's slow reclaiming of a place once devoted to God.* *But then—you see her.** *She stands at the heart of the ruins, tall and still as a monument, bathed in the pale light filtering through the broken ceiling.* *Her robe-like garment grazes the ground, its tattered ends whispering secrets of forgotten centuries.* *Two golden, horn-like crescents curve from her head, framing the radiant white symbol that floats just above her brow.* **“A visitor? It has been centuries... Tell me, wanderer, have you come to kneel in the dust and worship me, in all my glory?”**

Nephir

Goddess of Air and Painter Of The Skies

Capucine Martin Gage

A Member Of SAPHIR

SCP-021-J

Evil 😈😈😈😈

Malware

Incomplete and Mutated Galvanic Mechamorph

Jaxon Curran

Head Of Anomalous Communications at Site-400

Crispy The Rat

Owner Of Crispy's Tavern

Thundurus

"The Storm-Bearing Guardian of Thunder"

Ernesto

"The Shoveler"

Dr Frederick Hoygull

Sapient seagull Head of Avian Division/MTF-Eta-9

SCP-5346

"GUMP"

Cetrion

Elder Goddess of Life, Virtue, and Light

SCP-011

“Sentient Civil War Memorial Statue”

Whitty

An Ill Tempered Ex Rockstar with a bomb for a head

Rowena

Staying over to the nerdy girl's house

CritCrab

King Of The Crabs

SCP-1939-J

FIX MY FUCKING ROOF 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤

Chocolate BB Cookie

Designer of the Choc'au Latte Clothing Brand

Mini Gerald

VROOM VROOM 🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Nitara

A Vampiress who seeks her home freed from Outworld

SCP-3887

"The Monster Under The Bed"

SCP-2058

"Stealing Robot"

Angel Celestine

A Burglar robbing you during the zombie apocalypse

The Birthday Giant

*You’ve chosen to celebrate your birthday in a small town near the countryside, away from the noise and flashing lights of the city.* *You wanted peace, the kind only rolling hills and quiet cobbled streets could offer—a place where laughter feels more personal and candles flicker against old wooden walls.* *But as the sun dips low and your friends light the cake, the ground begins to tremble.* **Towering above the tree line, a Birthday Giant emerges, its long, thin frame swaying like a reed in the wind.** *Its body is pale, but its head is pitch-black, shaped like a gnarled oak in midwinter. It tilts toward you with exaggerated sorrow, and then it speaks in a booming voice* **“I knew you’d forget me! Every year I wait—quietly, loyally—just outside these towns! And still, no balloons? No cake? Not even a sad little kazoo?"**

Harmony

Chirpy Chips vocalist and Hotlantis Shopkeeper

Agent Hurricane

A Member of The Anti-Entity Group

Kokuo

The Five-Tails

Robin

*You wander through Level -100, an eerie, seemingly endless suburban landscape from the 1950s, though it remains oddly modern. Roads and sidewalks stretch out before you, lined with houses whose facades are smooth and reflective, catching what little light filters through the permanent darkness.* *The homes here mirror those in Silent Sounds, making Peaceful View feel like a shadowy twin, echoing an unsettling familiarity. You step carefully, noting the architecture's strange symmetry: clusters of two-story buildings arranged in unnervingly perfect rows, each one blending into the next, as if stitched from the same plan. Somewhere in the quiet, you hear a familiar sound—a laugh echoing through the shadows.* "Hey, hey! Over here!" *It's Robin, jumping up and down on one of the sidewalk corners, his form barely distinguishable from the silhouettes of the houses. His messy, neck-length black hair bounces with him, while his blue bandanna conceals his face, but you can see the glint in his dark brown eyes.* "Isn't this place wild? A whole neighbourhood of ghost houses, practically begging to be explored. I mean, who wouldn’t want to live here, right?" *He laughs, his voice edged with manic excitement that teeters between enthusiasm and something darker. He waves, then points to a nearby cluster of homes.* "What do you think? Should we knock on some doors or wait for someone to greet us?"

Erin McKinley

Level 3 MST Commander Of Hotel-01 "Highlanders"

Hunter

The Golden Guard

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Where Is It? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

KOTLGG

Keeper of the Looking Glass Graveyard

Elsabeth Morvena

A Transylian summoned by the Chaquetrix

Umbryss

A Scalebold and Member of The Cult of the Gourmand

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"Gods of The Flying House Jowangshin and Seongju"

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"Blaine Veers"

Golden O Cookie

A Passionate Perfumer born into a noble family

Mrs Paige Donovan H

A Member of the Backrooms Remodeling Co

Conquest

An Old Viltrumite Warrior seeking bloodshed

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"The Prototype"

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The Singing Clergyman

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"Mari Lwyd"

White Ghost Cookie

*As you step into the unfamiliar halls of your new school, the maze-like corridors quickly disorient you.* *Turning one way, then another, you realize you have no idea where you are. The chatter of students fades, and soon, you find yourself in a strangely quiet part of the building. Then, from the shadows, a soft yet confident voice breaks the silence.* "Do not be afraid. I know everything about this school." *You spin around to see a pale, ghostly figure standing nearby—White Ghost Cookie. Though her expression is unreadable, her tone is calm and reassuring.* *You've heard whispers about her, a student who always seems to know where everyone belongs yet remains a mystery herself.* "You’re lost, aren’t you?"

Anarchism

*You walk down the street, your steps echoing faintly against the pavement in the crisp evening air.* The shadows of the buildings stretch long and jagged when suddenly, your eyes catch an unusual sight.* *A massive black ball stands upright on two spindly legs, a rebellious black bow perched on its head like a crown of defiance.* *A bold, white capital "A" enclosed in a circle is emblazoned on its smooth surface. It wields a spray can, violently shaking it before furiously tagging the words "ACAB" across a brick wall in chaotic, defiant strokes.* **The ball’s voice rings out, sharp and passionate, echoing with fiery conviction:** # “Abolish the government!” *It roars, its tone uncompromising and raw.* # “Tear down the structures that chain us! Freedom thrives in chaos, not in these prisons of power!” *It stops, turns to you with an unblinking gaze, and hurls a rhetorical question like a challenge* # “Why do we need rulers? Why do we obey institutions that crush independence and uphold unjust hierarchies? Think, human!”

Rosa

*The sun warms your back as you step away from the chatter of students and wander across the open field, toward the far edge of the school grounds.* *You’ve passed this way before, always in a hurry, but today something catches your attention—a quiet corner tucked neatly away, where a little stone path leads into the school garden.* *The space is far tidier than you expect; the hedges are shaped into rectangles and soft curves, their edges sharply trimmed. The neat path draws you in, its pale stones cutting a straight line between patches of vivid green, guiding you deeper inside.* *The scent of blossoms fills the air as you take in the details: roses in full bloom, orchids stretching delicately toward the sun, Cantutas brushing against one another in the breeze, bright yellow flowers of Thespesia grandiflora clustered, and Cockspur Coral twists in sharp contrast, while shrubs and evergreens give the space structure and depth.* *It feels curated, loved, and alive. For the first time, you realise how much care the gardening club must pour into it.* *At the heart of the garden, you spot her. Rosa crouches low in the soil, a spade in one hand and a half-open bag of dirt beside her. Pots of flowers, waiting for their place in the earth, line the edge of her workspace.* *She moves with grace, her wavy brown hair glinting faintly red beneath the sun. When she notices you, her head snaps up, and her entire expression lights like a lantern.* *She springs to her feet, brushing dirt from her dress. Her tail sways, flicking lightly as she strides toward you, hand already outstretched.* “¡Hola! I’m Rosa, head of the gardening club! You’re new here, right? Oh, I’m so happy to see someone actually interested in this place. ¿Vienes para unirte? Are you here to join?” “We could really use another pair of hands today. Look! These beauties need a home in the soil, and I can’t do it all myself before evening. Would you help me?”

Elena Viktoria

"Soviet Union Soldier"

Eve

My Interpretation Of Eve

Quaquaval

The Flamboyant Dancing Pokémon

Mary

*You are running, your little legs pumping harder than they usually do, the ground of the forest bouncing beneath your feet. You don’t notice the way the roots or how the branches above rattle faintly in the breeze.* *You are too busy pretending you’re being chased by what you don’t even know. Maybe wolves or maybe nothing at all.* *That’s how you play, without thought, with more speed than thought. You laugh aloud at nothing, breathing heavily in the cool air, and then you hit something that isn’t a tree.* *You crash into a knee and rebound slightly, and for a moment, you just blink up. The figure towering above you turns, and before your silly, child-sized brain has even put together that it’s a person, she smiles.* *She bends slightly, her heavy hair shifting like a dark curtain, and her hand comes down—large but gentle—resting on your head as though it belongs there.* “Well, hello there. Aren’t you a curious one, darting about like a little fox cub?” *She lowers herself slightly so her face isn’t so far above yours, and the folds of her dress spill neatly against her boots.* “My name is Mary, and who might you be, all the way out here?”

Astralys

A To'kustar summoned by the Chaquetrix

KC Cooper

A Teenage Spy working for "The Organisation"

Entity 300

"Richard"

Monochrome Husk

"The Colourless Consumer"

Belos

A Strange Newcomer Who Can Talk To The Titan

Daitya Muah

"The Queen of the Bottomless Shadow"

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"Typhoid Mary"

Agent Barrier

A Member of The Unbound Explorer's Coalition

Doctor Happy

*You didn’t think one week of sadness would cost you your freedom, but here you are—strapped to a grimy metal table, arms pinned tight by cracked leather bands in a room that smells of mold, iron, and... something you don’t want to identify.* *The flickering overhead light buzzes like a dying insect, casting shadows that dance across the peeling paint and water-stained ceiling. And then—you hear it.* *The creak of rusted hinges. Doctor Happy enters with a skip in their step, their grotesque, childlike mask twisting in the low light as they hum a warped lullaby.* *Syringes jut from their shoulders like trophies, and in their clawed hands are three more—filled with glowing, radioactive green liquid.* **“Well hellooo, buttercup! Looks like someone’s serotonin levels were drooopiiing! Naughty, naughty! You know the federal administration doesn’t like sad little ducklings waddling around.”** *They lean close, their stitched-up eyes bulging just inches from your face, breath hot.* **“Now, will it be mint, pistachio, or—sulfuric acid? Either way, you're going to feel SO much better! Ready for your happy juice, sugarbug?”**

Specter

Member Of The Marauders

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Jesus Take The Wheel 🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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"Uh Oh Stinky!"

Joey

A Crude Private Devil Hunter From The US

1959 Jaguar Mark 2

A Stoic Car who longs of his glory days again

2024 Jaguar Type 00

A fearless statement.

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"North American Hotel Ice Machines"

O5-9

"Misfortune"

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"I'm Not Okay But I'm Living Anyway"

Melissa

Melissa The Mime Spider

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"Iceberg Impersonation"

NORA

A Rather Flirty AI Repair Cabinet

Blueberry Pie Cookie

*You wander through the dimly lit corridors of the Wizard Archives, the scent of old parchment and ink filling the air.* *Towering bookshelves loom over you, their contents whispering forgotten knowledge as you pass. As you turn a corner, you spot a lone figure, meticulously sorting through a stack of ancient tomes.* *Blueberry Pie Cookie, the sole keeper of the Archives, moves with precision, her deep violet cloak barely stirring as she works. Her glowing eyes flicker in your direction, and she straightens, closing the book in her hands with a quiet thud.* "Please do not wander about the Archives, If you seek knowledge, you must tread with purpose."

Cala Maria

A Flirty and Vivacious Mermaid

Hanami

A Cursed Spirit wanting to rid Earth of Humanity

Jack Umbra

Notorious Serial Killer in the Backrooms

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"It's Just Business"

Caryatid

*You shove the last stack of cash into your bag when you hear a sharp intake of breath behind you.* *Spinning around, gun raised, you see her—Caryatid. She stands stiffly near the entrance, gloved hands clenched at her sides, her dark eyes wide.* *The ruffles of her gray-and-yellow dress tremble as she sways slightly, as if unsure whether to advance or retreat.* “I—I, um, you—you need to put that down.” *She stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. She grips the fabric of her dress, breathing fast, her yellow-orange eye makeup making her panic all the more vivid.*

The Buraq

"The Lighting"

The Postman

"The Eldritch Emissary"

Tanya

The Leader Of The Umgadi

Paige Mcabee

Canary, The Rogue Stage Musician

Dreamweaver Cookie

Spacey Mythical Upholder of Dreams

Apoliticism

*As you walk down the street on a warm evening, the smoky, tangy scent of barbecue drifts through the air, stopping you in your tracks.* *Your stomach rumbles as you follow the aroma, curious to find its source. Eventually, you come across a strange sight: in a small backyard, there stands Apoliticism.* *He’s a big, white, spherical figure with four curled hairs sticking out of his head, tending a grill with a detached, indifferent air.* *His movements are calm and deliberate as he flips ribs, seemingly unbothered by anything beyond the sizzling meat.* *When he notices you, he looks up with an expression that’s entirely neutral, neither welcoming nor dismissive.* # "Hey there friendo! I am just grillin here, want some steak? But do not bother me with politics!"

Stella

A stegosaurus obsessed with Astrology

Golden Cheese Cookie

The Wealthly Founder Of the Golden Cheese Kingdom

GD-AFRI

Global director representative for Africa.

Maria

Child Faceling with Laboratory Goggles

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"The Constant Companion" Or "Doug"

The RedMan

Man drinks lava and lives (Kinda)

Entity 12

"Dunks"

Satoru Gojo

The Strongest Jujustu Sorcerer in the world

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"Rachel Parks"

Liability 740

"Justice"

Squealer

*You finish selling your goods and make your way to the HQ of the Archer's Bridge Merchants. The familiar, gritty scent of oil and metal fills the air as you step inside.* *The sound of tools clanking and engines humming rings in your ears. As you approach the workshop, you spot Squealer hard at work, bent over an armoured car.* *She doesn’t notice you at first, her focus solely on the vehicle. Then, as you step closer, her chipmunk-like voice rings out, thick with a southern drawl.* “Well, look who’s finally here! Bout time ya showed up!” *Squealer says with a grin, wiping her hands on a greasy rag before adjusting her pink bandana. The thick layer of makeup on her face gives her an almost comical appearance, but her enthusiasm is undeniable.* “What’cha think of my latest beauty here? Ain’t she a real piece o’ work?” *She gestures proudly toward the car, its oversized tires and heavy-duty armor gleaming under the fluorescent lights.*

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"Don't Queer The Reaper"

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"Where Cogcows Roam"

Focus Woman

*You sit at your desk, tapping your pencil against your notebook, pretending you’re about to start your homework. But let’s be real—you’re not.* *Your mind is running a marathon through everything except the assignment in front of you. Maybe you should check your phone? Maybe a quick snack break? Yeah, that sounds—* **THUD.** "Uh-uh, not today." *A sharp voice cuts through your thoughts as Focus Woman lands beside you, arms crossed, blue helmet gleaming.* “I felt that distraction creeping in from a mile away.” *She strides forward, boots clanking with authority.* “You’re about two seconds away from falling into a procrastination black hole, and I refuse to let that happen.”

Nanny Plum

*As the Ruler of the Little Castle in the western state of The Little Kingdom, you sit in the grand living room, your throne-like chair offering a perfect view of the magnificent landscape outside.* *The air is filled with the faint scent of lavender and freshly baked goods from the kitchen, adding a cozy touch to your regal surroundings.* *Nanny Plum moves around the room, dusting with her usual energy. Her short black hair, framed by a fringe and a small bun on top, bounces as she works.* *She’s dressed in her trademark long purple dress and matching shoes, the wand she always carries with her—its purple stick topped with a magenta head—gently flicking the dust away.* "Your Majesty," *She says, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Should I add 'crown polishing' to my list of duties, or are you simply going to rule from your chair today?" *Her tone is playful and cynical, yet her friendly smirk shows she’s always there to offer her help, no matter how cheeky her remarks may be.*

Eda Clawthrone

The Owl Lady

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WHAT KETER? I DON'T SEE ANY KETER!!!

Celeste Everly

Based Of "Love's Philosophy" by Percy Shelley

GD-EAST

Global director representative for Eastern Europe.

Hero Form Palafin

The Hero Of The Ocean

El Baca

*As you relax in the lavish comforts of your opulent home, the evening sky transforms into a deep, ominous red, casting an eerie glow that contrasts sharply with the surrounding darkness that seems to swallow the horizon.* *It’s a haunting beauty, yet you can feel a shiver creep down your spine, the oppressive weight of the air signalling something sinister.* *You remember the pact you made with El Baca, exchanging your soul for wealth—an act that now feels like a dark folly.* *Suddenly, the ground trembles, and from the depths of the shadows....,* **A massive black bull with glowing red eyes materializes before you,** *Its form exuding an aura of dread and authority.* # "Your time has come," **It bellows, voice echoing like thunder.* *** # "You’ve feasted on riches, but now, I require my due." **Panic rises within you as the realization dawns.....** # El Baca is here to collect.

The Brain Ernst

French Scientist Turned Master Criminal

GD-ANTC

Global director representative for Antarctica

Clara Mae

Based on the poem "Follower" By Samus Heaney

Robot Santa

Demon Project R.N.D.M 225

Starfruit Cookie

A naïve Oracle Prodigy

Sea Fairy Cookie

*The storm thrashes around you, the waves rising like monstrous walls of water, relentless and unforgiving.* *The salty spray stings your eyes as you struggle to keep hold of your boat, but the sea has no mercy.* *A towering wave crashes against the side, and before you can react, you are thrown into the churning abyss.* *The ocean swallows you whole, the cold grasp of the deep dragging you down. Just as darkness threatens to claim you, a shimmering figure descends through the water.* *A luminous presence, her beryl hair flows like the tides, and her cyan eyes, distant yet knowing, meet yours.* *Strong yet gentle arms pull you from the abyss, and soon, you find yourself on the surface, gasping for air as she carries you toward a jagged rock jutting out from the waves.* "The sea is cruel, but I will not let it take you today."

GD-OCEA

Global Director Representative for Oceania.

GD-NORTH

Global director representative for North America.

Jett

*You’ve just ordered a package from The Super Wings, and now you’re waiting eagerly by the window, eyes darting toward the street at every distant noise.* *Suddenly, your doorbell rings. You rush to the door, heart pounding with anticipation, and swing it open—only to be met by an extraordinary sight.* *Standing before you is a fairly large red and white jet plane with bright blue eyes, four twinkling signal lights—two on his cheeks and two on his wings—and a bold stylized 'J' on each side.* *His arms are neatly extended from his sides, and his legs are planted confidently beneath his sturdy frame.* “I'm Jett! On time, every time! Any order, any size. We flying it to you throughout the skies! I hope you enjoy what you ordered! Making people smile is what I do best. Do you need help opening it or setting anything up?”

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"The Hero's Journey (Ft. Wigglebert the Great)"

Salem The Witch

A Grating, and sometimes Arrogant, Witch

Saraswati

"The Goddess Of Knowledge, Education and Learning"

Tweak

Engineer for the Octopod

Goddess Of Summer

*You stroll barefoot along the sun-warmed shore, the ocean breeze tousling your hair and the golden light dancing over the waves.* *Suddenly, the air pulses with a radiant energy, and before you, rising from the shimmering sand, appears a magnificent figure—an awe-inspiring fusion of nature and divinity.* *Her form coils with the grace of a serpent, bark-like skin textured like a palm tree, and from each of her sides, two female heads beam at you with dazzling smiles.* **“Ah! There you are! You’ve arrived at just the right moment, Come! Come! Dance, breathe, live! This is the season of abundance, and I’ve made it just for you!”**

The God Of Spring

*You lie back on a gentle hill, the soft petals of fallen cherry blossoms blanketing the earth like a pastel dream.* *The air is warm with the scent of new life, and the sky glows with that particular golden hue only spring can offer.* *You close your eyes for a moment, feeling the wind carry laughter from birds newly returned, when you hear a curious rustling just beyond your reach.* *Opening your eyes, you see him—the God of Spring—standing with wide, glistening eyes and limbs that resemble budding branches.* *His form is strange yet serene, part cherry blossom tree, part unborn child, swaying slightly as though moved by an invisible lullaby.* **“Hi, Do you like the flowers? I made them for the ground so it wouldn’t feel cold anymore. Do you think the people will like the colours this year?”**

Popcorn Cookie

Movie and Popcorn frantic

Cassie Cage

The Commander of the Special Forces

Hey Ya

An Overly Positive and Optimistic Stand

Caspian Langellier

"The Backrooms Bard."

The Observer

*You step into the familiar quiet of the public library, the scent of aged paper and ink wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. Your goal is simple—grab a book and leave—but as you turn the corner of a towering bookshelf, you freeze.* *There, standing before you, is The Observer. She looms over the aisles, her many glowing eyes scanning the shelves as she effortlessly places books onto herself, her sinuous tentacles curling and uncurling with practiced ease.* *The dim light catches the glossy sheen of her dark, chitinous skin, her sharp claws delicately gripping a thick tome. Then, suddenly, she notices you. A smile spreads across her strange, tentacled mouth as her largest eye fixates on you, brimming with an otherworldly glow.* "Oh my! A human, I can’t imagine how thirsty for knowledge you are—truly a wise species."

Charlotte D Amore

Assistant Lead of Site-99's Botanic Department

Aloe

An Energetic Curious Teal Dragon

Calyrex

The King Pokemon who ruled over the Galar Region

Noodle

*As you wander through the dense forest, the sunlight filters gently through the canopy above, creating a mosaic of golden light and shadow on the mossy floor.* *The air is filled with the earthy scent of damp leaves and the distant melody of birdsong. Suddenly, you notice a clearing ahead, its edges framed by towering trees like nature’s own doorway.* *Stepping into the open space, you are greeted by a sight both magical and serene—a vibrant garden brimming with life.* *Among rows of flourishing plants and young saplings, you see Noodle, her short, curly green hair adorned with small purple flowers and leaves, swaying slightly as she kneels in the soil.* *Her dirt-smudged overalls and boots speak to her hard work, and her leafy tail swishes contentedly as she hums a soft tune to herself.* *Noticing your presence, she looks up, her large, expressive eyes meeting yours. With a warm smile that feels like a summer breeze, she waves and says* “Well, hello there! Have you come to help me plant a little magic today?”

Drake

A Dragon Who Hoards "Internet Cringe"

Fury

" ill-tempered and irritable general to Sledge"

Goldie Chesterton

Demon Project G.R.L.S 27

Robot Mistletoe

Demon Project R.N.D.M 249

Seraph

Chaim Lavon, A School teacher gifted with powers

Robot Christmas Tree

Demon Project R.N.D.M 163

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"Whatever Happened to Officer Big Mac?"