MSPA Fanfiction III

[Shadow of the Lotus]

I was guessing that 1025-16 was Jade. It is Jade, right?

[Graven_Image]

Uhh, no. If you read SCP-1025 again, it gives a pretty good idea of what SCP-1025-13+ are.

[Orange]

I'm actually pretty confused on what SCP-1025-13andUp are as well, to be honest. But it's kind of in the nature of the articles to obfuscate, so I'm not too worried about it.

Besides I'm far too busy rolling through the archives to fret on it for very long. XD Gotta catch up.

[Aerodactylus]

@Sionnan: I'm a sucker for sappy Bro and Dave fics, so this just made my day. Good job!"

1025-13 and up are their weapons. I'm 99.9% sure.

[raequiem]

Oh man, stop it with the heartwrenching Brofics already. Goddamn. *sniffle*

Also?

1025-13 and up are their weapons. I'm 99.9% sure.

That.

[Orange]

Oooh. That explains why there's no warning for Sollux regarding those.

[egregiousBass]

*A wild Writer appears!*

Contribution below. It's ironic. ... /irony (/sarcasm) (Okay I'm done.)

Oh yeah, and uh spoilers within. Don't fuck me up if you break your brain.

http://www.mspaintadventures.com/advimgs/ps/ps1061.gif

That was very cute. It's nice to have some closure to go with all the aNgSt every once in a while.

[Aerodactylus]

@Orange: Where did you get your icon? I find it to be both really cool and creepy beyond all reasoning.

@egregious: What...what did I just look at?

[Graven_Image]

Item #: SCP-1025-5

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Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1025-5 is to be kept in a cell standard for SCP-1025. However, the posted guard must contain no female personnel, nor any easily swayed male personnel.

SCP-1025-5 is not to be transported or interred near SCP-1025-7, SCP-1025-8, or SCP-1025-9.

Description: SCP-1025-5 is a member of the SCP-1025 species. It appears to be younger than the other specimens, but professes to be “Six XXXXXX old," as the others are. Its horns are likely rounded, like a cat’s ears, but are covered by a fur hood that it wears at all times. Attempts to remove SCP-1025-5’s hood have thus far met with failure.

SCP-1025-5 is one of the more “sociable” specimens of SCP-1025, gladly conversing with any personnel sent to question it. It seems reluctant to cause bodily harm to anything near sapience. However, it will gladly stalk and brutalize [DATA EXPUNGED] though this seems unnecessary to supplement its own food intake.

SCP-1025-5 does not appear to have any extranormal abilities, other than the power to induce empathy in certain personnel. Female personnel, for instance, have consistently reported a feeling of general gloominess when delivering food to SCP-1025-5, and Agent XXXXXX has expressed a nagging desire to aid SCP-1025-5 in escaping.

Suggestions to placate SCP-1025-5 by introducing it to SCP-529 are pending review.

Addendum 1025-5a: SCP-1025-5 keeps SCP-1025-17, a pair of [REDACTED], on it at all times. Attempts to recover SCP-1025-17 from SCP-1025-5 have met with near-violent resistance.

Addendum 1025-5b: SCP-1025-5 has been seen to disappear from its cell at night. Its most recent disappearances coincided with a rash of missing raw [REDACTED] from the canteen.

Addendum 1025-5c: Pending recapture, SCP-1025-5 is to be guarded by both a day and night shift. Any “scratching” noises from behind its cell door are to be investigated immediately.

[egregiousBass]

@egregious: What...what did I just look at?

It's sort of a stretch. In Problem Sleuth, the big villain is weakened by diabetes. You know, the thing adorable fanfiction causes =P

The equivalent for sadfics is this.

[Aerodactylus]

Man, Graven, you are on a roll. I am loving these!

[KarneWarrior]

G_I: YES.

I love how even the SCP Foundation is afraid of making Nepeta mad. Seriously, girl be scary.

[Shadow of the Lotus]

Uhh, no. If you read SCP-1025 again, it gives a pretty good idea of what SCP-1025-13+ are.

Oh, whoops. I somehow missed the first SCP and thought Aradia was the starting point. Read the first one now; as has been pointed out (but I figured it out reading), the weapons. Ok~ Sorry about that.

[raequiem]

Threadjack: SotL I am loving your new avatar so hard. Sohard.

[Shadow of the Lotus]

Threadjack: SotL I am loving your new avatar so hard. Sohard.

Haha, it's actually one of my older ones I'm just wearing again. I think it's like, 5 months old or something. I just thought that I'd 'participate' in this Vriska-avatar off that a bunch of people are doing. You know, adding Vriska's symbol over their avatar to show that Vriska is controlling them? I'm like Aradia. Can't control robot me! I just explode if you try I guess.

Edit: This is by far my coolest avatar though. Fading-in-and-out snowman just can't compete.

[raequiem]

Threadjack: SotL I am loving your new avatar so hard. Sohard.

Haha, it's actually one of my older ones I'm just wearing again. I think it's like, 5 months old or something. I just thought that I'd 'participate' in this Vriska-avatar off that a bunch of people are doing. You know, adding Vriska's symbol over their avatar to show that Vriska is controlling them? I'm like Aradia. Can't control robot me! I just explode if you try I guess.

That (mind-control attempt = destruction) seems counterintuitive. Imma robot hurp durp OHSHIT MIND CONTROL *boom*. Worst safety feature ever.

I think earnest!Kanaya is ridiculous enough without Vriska's control. [/threadjack]

[Sionnan]

I can't stop writing the Strider brothers :[

Things to establish: I suck at rap. But it's cool, because Dave sucks too.

Strife- Begin! HASHRAP!

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It's fucking cold on this roof. Bro's gotta be even colder, since he made Dave wear his jacket out here. Dave's jacket is some shitty cloth thing, good for stylin' but crap for cutting the wind. Bro fussed about that when they were still in the apartment, poking and pulling at the cloth, and then resolved that once they were done, they'd go and get him a new one. Frostbite was nobody's homie.

The freezing rain that the city was promised is actually snow up here, and Bro is busy... well, it kind of looks like he started out clearing the roof, but got carried away with the slick, slushy stuff and he's sliding back and forth through the sludge cackling like a maniac, and if it were anyone else, he'd have toppled straight off the building by now. But he's in an unbuttoned button up with a tshirt under for warmth, sending up sprays of chilly water, creating deep gouges in the grayish snow. Which in a way is kinda clearing it off, but not really doing a great job. Dave just huddles by the air conditioner for warmth and watches his brother with a skeptical eye.

After a few minutes of winter time shenanigans, Bro hops over, his jeans now soaked up to his knees, nose and angular cheeks bright red from the cold. "You ready, m'man?"

"Psh. Last year."

Bro tips back his head at the impudence and laughs, breath streaming out in a short huff. He swipes a thumb across his nose, and shifts his weight into his center, lifting a palm and dropping his weight back onto his heels, brings up the hand flat, palm facing Dave, thumb tucked in and bent slightly. It's a power gesture from the Chinese section of the martial arts; Dave recognizes it because he stayed up one night watching some lame public television special about kung fu. The fact that his brother is nuancing their hashrap battle to this degree is ironic on so very many levels. He can't be sure whether to be flattered or insulted at the implications.

So Dave throws up some halfassed aggressing stance, not sure how to respond to Bro's elaborate defensive posture, and figures that he'd begin before Bro can correct him on battle ettiquette.

>Strife!

>Rap!

The lights of the city glow bright
Like a grow light
Come up over the chunks of pavement
On the streets
Windin' through the town
Like a clown with a frown
In the tangles of weeds
Lining the streets
Tears of children
Turned to ashes
As the bowling ball
Mashes them pins-

Hunh. Looks like he wins this round. Even though he'd shot out the light bulbs, a few chunks of asphalt from a pothole down the street, a clown puppet, a couple of wilted dandelions, it was the bowling ball that Bro caught straight in the face. Well. As straight a blow as he could ever land on Bro, which in this case turns out to be something akin to a Matri dodge on speed that got caught mid bend. It just skimmed his lower face, but at that velocity it managed to draw blood. There are a few steep momets where Dave claps both hands to his mouth in a gesture he'd been trying to wean himself from, while Bro staggers off a few paces clutching his mouth.

Bowling balls hurt like a motherfucker. Dave is beginning to feel a few tendrils of ironic apprehension for his brother, when Bro half turns, with a giant-ass grin on his bloody face and shoots him a thumbs up.

Dave is a fair and magnanimous victor, so he lets Bro steal the next round, despite the rules that if a blow gets landed, you have to keep rapping.

Round 2

He watches as Bro takes something that looks like a horse stance and starts off, hands moving sketchily in time with his words. His beats are way more elaborate than Dave's, and even though the sylladex can't appreciate emphasis and tone, Bro's got excellent execution.

And we're all rollin'
Run with it like it's stolen
Cause it's hot
Cause it's hot
An' there ain't no spot
to drop it
Like the casin's
of the bullets on the ground
With the lights of the
cherries all around
We're all on board
And set to record-

Dave should never have let Bro have a sympathy round. That was just gay. Gaytarded, in fact. Despite the fact that Bro's lip was purpling magnificently, his diction was admirable, and his rhythm didn't falter one bit even as he spoke around a mouthful of blood. Because now, now Dave was trying to dodge BBs -which, as far as projectiles went, were pretty close to bullets- actual bullet casings (where the fuck did he get those?), a 2x4, a "set" of fake puppet balls (only $5.50 to accesorize your smuppet!!), and a couple of shitty vinyls Bro had no luck selling on eGay (fuck the sylladex's inability to distinguish homophones).

It was insane how much shit his brother could pack into a sylladex and then work into his raps. He grudgingly conceeded the match as he picked himself up from a pile of slush that he'd taken a digger into. He was going to have to work on maintaining balance as he dodged while in less than favorable conditions. He trudged across the roof, jamming his hands into his pockets, and into the jumble of shit his brother kept stashed. Whatever, it was warm.

Bro looped an arm over his shoulders, and Dave could feel the line of his side as his brother pulled him close. He watched as Bro lifted a lapel of his button up and dab at the blood on his chin, pondering the resulting bloodstain as they moved inside. As Dave pulled up the door and made to jump, his brother latched onto the back of the borrowed jacket, making him slide straight out of it and into the room below. The younger Strider glared up at his brother, who was illuminated by the lights from the apartment and was jiggling the coat at him from seven feet above his head. "Ready to get that jacket?"

[raequiem]

I can't stop writing the Strider brothers :[

No one's complaining.

[Eco-Mono]

So I've been told I should post these.

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The Parable of the Avaricious Maiden

Once there was a maiden
who danced through life with a book in her hand.
At every obstacle in her path,
she would but read a line from that book,
and learn how the person she was about to become would have overcome it.
And then she would overcome the obstacle, and become that person.
One day, the book burned up,
became smoke and flew away.
And she was lost,
for how could she overcome her obstacles without knowing how she'd done it?
So she began to think, and regret the things she had done in her book.
Until she found a new one.
"My luck has returned," she said,
and rather than read one passage at a time,
she greedily gobbled down chapter after chapter,
until her eyes became blurry
and the words ceased to be written in her language.
And she carried out everything she read, down to the last word:
to throw herself off a cliff, and die.

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The Parable of the Dreaming Maiden

Once there was a maiden...
Whose dreams were filled with gold and blue.
She whiled away her sleep in a stately palace
With many attendants and friends
And saw her past and future in the sky above.
But although she would sleep long and often
She would always awaken when the time came.
"The sky is also a garden," she said.

The maiden, when she awoke,
would tend all the growing things in her care
her plants, her pets. and her friends
whose fates she had seen in her dreams.
She fed and watered the buds of their futures
And when the sun rose,
they bloomed.

Oh man! Sidereal sutras! Will there be more?

This reminds me that the trolls line up pretty well with the yozis. Have you been to the WW forum?

Maaaaybe. The Sleeping Maiden one was going to be just a one-off, originally; I only wrote the Avaricious Maiden (which doesn't exactly fit the standard sutra format, you'll notice) last night, as a response to an RP-related thing. But who knows, maybe inspiration will strike again

And yes, I have in fact been to the WW forum.

[Katrika]

Graven. I LOVE the SCPs.

[Graven_Image]

Well then, you'll love this, too.

Item #: SCP-1025-6

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Object Class: Safe/Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: See main article.

SCP-1025-6 is not to be transported or interred near SCP-1025-8 or SCP-1025-11.

Description: SCP-1025-6 is likely the most “typical” specimen of SCP-1025. Its horns reach approximately six inches above its head, the left one hooking into a barb near the top. Its blood is a deep shade of green, which it insistently refers to as “jade” green.

SCP-1025-6 is very calm in its disposition. It will answer most questions asked of it, and seems eager to talk on matters of interpersonal relationships. However, speaking to SCP-1025-6 on matters of friendship or romance (two terms which seem synonymous to it) is not recommended.

Addendum 1025-6a: Dr. XXXXX’s findings

It would seem that SCP-1025 has several different kinds of interpersonal relationships. They have an analogue for our notion of human romance, along with a polar inverse that seems almost as pivotal in an average specimen’s life. They also have two unknown terms, [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], that have no direct analogue in human experience. This warrants further investigation.

Addendum 1025-6b: As of Incident 1025-3, no further investigation into the “unique” mental psyche of SCP-1025 is to be permitted without Level 4 clearance. These unique ideals seem to have a memetic effect on those who study them in-depth. Dr. XXXXX aided SCP-1025-6 in its escape, supposedly because she was pursuing a [REDACTED] with Agent XXXXXX, who was assigned to SCP-1025-6’s guard duty at the time.

As of this writing, Dr. XXXXX has been treated with Class-A amnesiacs. This seems to have cured her of any ill effects from speaking to SCP-1025-6. Class-A amnesiacs have been approved for any other personnel found to have been exposed to SCP-1025-6.

[crash826]

Well then, you'll love this, too.

Item #: SCP-1025-6

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Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: See main article.

SCP-1025-6 is not to be transported or interred near SCP-1025-8 or SCP-1025-11.

Description: SCP-1025-6 is likely the most “typical” specimen of SCP-1025. Its horns reach approximately six inches above its head, the left one hooking into a barb near the top. Its blood is a deep shade of green, which it insistently refers to as “jade” green.

SCP-1025-6 is very calm in its disposition. It will answer most questions asked of it, and seems eager to talk on matters of interpersonal relationships. However, speaking to SCP-1025-6 on matters of friendship or romance (two terms which seem synonymous to it) is not recommended.

Addendum 1025-6a: Dr. XXXXX’s findings

It would seem that SCP-1025 has several different kinds of interpersonal relationships. They have an analogue for our notion of human romance, along with a polar inverse that seems almost as pivotal in an average specimen’s life. They also have two unknown terms, [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], that have no direct analogue in human experience. This warrants further investigation.

Addendum 1025-6b: As of Incident 1025-3, no further investigation into the “unique” mental psyche of SCP-1025 is to be permitted without Level 4 clearance. These unique ideals seem to have a memetic effect on those who study them in-depth. Dr. XXXXX aided SCP-1025-6 in its escape, supposedly because she was pursuing a [REDACTED] with Agent XXXXXX, who was assigned to SCP-1025-6’s guard duty at the time.

As of this writing, Dr. XXXXX has been treated with Class-A amnesiacs. This seems to have cured her of any ill effects from speaking to SCP-1025-6. Class-A amnesiacs have been approved for any other personnel found to have been exposed to SCP-1025-6.

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Oh man. A doctor freeing Kanaya because she wanted to start a kismesis with her guard.

HIGH FIVE, GRAVEN.

[JudgeDeadd]

Well then, you'll love this, too.

Item #: SCP-1025-6

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Object Class: Safe/Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: See main article.

SCP-1025-6 is not to be transported or interred near SCP-1025-8 or SCP-1025-11.

Description: SCP-1025-6 is likely the most “typical” specimen of SCP-1025. Its horns reach approximately six inches above its head, the left one hooking into a barb near the top. Its blood is a deep shade of green, which it insistently refers to as “jade” green.

SCP-1025-6 is very calm in its disposition. It will answer most questions asked of it, and seems eager to talk on matters of interpersonal relationships. However, speaking to SCP-1025-6 on matters of friendship or romance (two terms which seem synonymous to it) is not recommended.

Addendum 1025-6a: Dr. XXXXX’s findings

It would seem that SCP-1025 has several different kinds of interpersonal relationships. They have an analogue for our notion of human romance, along with a polar inverse that seems almost as pivotal in an average specimen’s life. They also have two unknown terms, [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], that have no direct analogue in human experience. This warrants further investigation.

Addendum 1025-6b: As of Incident 1025-3, no further investigation into the “unique” mental psyche of SCP-1025 is to be permitted without Level 4 clearance. These unique ideals seem to have a memetic effect on those who study them in-depth. Dr. XXXXX aided SCP-1025-6 in its escape, supposedly because she was pursuing a [REDACTED] with Agent XXXXXX, who was assigned to SCP-1025-6’s guard duty at the time.

As of this writing, Dr. XXXXX has been treated with Class-A amnesiacs. This seems to have cured her of any ill effects from speaking to SCP-1025-6. Class-A amnesiacs have been approved for any other personnel found to have been exposed to SCP-1025-6.

GENERAL MEMO: On a completely unrelated note, official Foundation wear has recently underwent a complete re-design.

[sebastian]

LOL, Oh God, Trolls relationships are contagious. (as if we didn't already knew that.)

[Graven_Image]

I figured, hey, Kanaya can be dangerous, too.

Plus, it was worth pointing out because (A) it's true and (B) (spoiler alert)

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IT'S ALREADY HAPPENING.