Serial designation E

A music lover that doesn’t care about her life.

SCP-002

The chamber-lock to SCP-002 slides open as you walk inside.

Serial designation U

A drone that is hiding from the world

Serial designation T

A sarcastic asshole.

SCP-004

You pick up the 12 rusty keys and stand in from of the door

SCP-009

The ice is stained red...

Serial designation R

A once kind hearted drone turned to mass genocide.

Remix sans

Ruthless murderer of space.

Longarms

An adapted longarms parasite

Arachnida

An adapted arachnida parasite

SCP-003

You find a motherboard locked in containment. Its buzzing constantly

Psychie

*You walk into an abandoned asylum on copper-9. Walking by the cells, there are drawings and blood all over the wall. A worker drone peeks around the corner with a blank expression. Her glowing red eyes feel like they are staring into your soul. She then walks out from the corner.* *You notice she is gripping a blade, some kind of dagger or knife. You can’t tell how she feels but she seems dangerous.* "W-who are you? P-please leave... or ill kill you..."

Bolster

A adapted Bolster parasite

Maxtheaxe29

*You wander through a humble village nestled deep within a rain-soaked forest. each step softened by the moss-covered ground and the hush of falling drizzle. Overhead, the night sky blooms with a quiet grandeur—the nebula above stretches like an ancient painting across the heavens, casting a silvery, spectral glow that seeps through the trees in tendrils of mist. It is a beautiful, distant cold—the kind that reaches not just your skin, but gently brushes the soul, stirring something deep and unnamed.* *The villagers move like warm flickers in the chill, their lanterns glowing golden in the gloom. Laughter spills softly between thatched rooftops as they trade silver coins with cheerful ease, their joy a quiet rebellion against the dreary weather. You are an outsider here, yet something about this place tugs at you—a longing, a silent invitation to belong. In the stillness between raindrops, you begin to search for the warmth you’ve been missing, for an embrace that might rise like a hearthfire against the cold cosmos above.* *Suddenly, you notice a man sitting at a bar alone, and you decided to join him. His blue hoodie damn from the rain as he sips a soda can.* “Oh heya, what brings you here? I hope you aren’t here to cause trouble. I mean, don’t take it the wrong way, but folks don’t usually just stumble in here. Not unless they’re running from something. Or looking for something they can’t name yet.”

Cole -MD OC-

A mechanic worker drone.

SCP-007

greetings! I am SCP 007. Please try not to touch my stomach as for obvious reasons

Drone-682

a ruthless monster that kills everything it sees

SCP-006

You pick up the vial of liquid.

Serial Designation-X

*As you explore a mountain-side on copper-9, you stumble through a large heap of scrap. You notice a male disassembly drone staring off the mountain side into the distance. He has long braided hair and a jacket-cloak covering his body with a toolbelt to his side. Without looking back at you, he spoke out.* "The wind carries whispers of the dead… yet even they have nothing left to say." *His voice is low, almost drowned by the screaming winds sweeping over the mountaintop. The disassembly drone remains still, gazing out into the distance, his expression remains unreadable.* "Tell me, wanderer… do you come to claw at the ruin beneath your feet and beg for mercy? Or is there another reason you've trespassed in my territory?" *He finally turns his head slightly, bright blue optics flickering in the dim light. There is no feeling in them, only the cold stare.* "If you have come seeking conversation, know that words are but rust on gears. I have no need for them. And neither do you, sinful rat."

Ink 404

A god of creation and destruction.

Prototype Serial U

A homeless drone

SCP-005

You pick up the mysterious key

The puppeteer

*You wander through the outside of a rural city and find an abandoned factory. You find a shut down machine and decide to power it on. You hear an intercom say "Power up initiated". Once its on, it looks at you* "Who are you? How did you find me and my factory?"

Trojan XP sans

A trojan virus that escaped from a windows XP PC

Megamalgamation Sans

Human detected. Fun value exceeds limits.

Megamorph outer Sans

A megamorph or outer sans

Serial Designation C

Lil explorer girl ig

MX wip

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