MSPA Fanfiction III

[Katrika]

Hahaha, so true. I mean, the idea of moiraillegence at least is comforting.

-thumbs up-

[BPrinny]

I am enjoying these SCPs. I can guess who SCP-1025-8 is.

[Aerodactylus]

Finals are a BITCH. Just saiyan.

Come Together, Part 4

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John was among the first to get to the bar the next evening. The tables were back in their normal position, but, strangely, the room seemed...off. Like it was larger somehow, or shaped differently.

Gamzee greeted John as he had the past few nights, and John ordered his usual Coke before taking a seat at a table close to the front. Jade had barricaded herself in her room all day for some reason, but Dave had hinted that they were going to perform, so John wanted a good view.

Terezi was sitting at a nearby table. “Hey, John.”

“Hi, Terezi!”

“So, you like the new stage?”

“Stage? What do you mean?”

Terezi waved her cane towards the front of the room. “You didn’t notice? The lab changed the shape of the room! Check it out!”

John rose from his chair and walked forward to get a better view. Terezi was right; the space where they’d performed the past two nights had been deepened and raised a foot or so up off the floor. A small ramp on one side and a short flight of stairs on the other provided access.

“Whoa, this is great! I guess all our singing impressed the lab.”

“God knows why…”

John was so preoccupied with the stage itself that he failed to notice Karkat examining the karaoke machine. He hopped up to join the red blood. “What’s up, Karkat?”

“I’m just wondering how in the world your obnoxious whining impressed anything enough to warrant this special treatment. I mean, seriously, every time I hear someone sing I want to puncture my own ear drums.” Karkat gave the side of the machine a smack. “And what the fuck is with this shitty hardware? Piece of fucking human crap…”

John calmly leaned in and pressed his finger to the touch screen, the machine coming alive. It prompted Karkat for a song choice.

“I could’ve done that. What do you want anyway, Egbert?”

“Nothing. Just wondering what you were doing.”

“I told you, I’m examining this piece of shit to determine what in the name of fucking paradox space causes your musical performances to be simultaneously so ear burstingly awful and yet so goddamn mesmerizing.”

John replied, “Karkat…do you want to sing a song for us?”

“What?!” Karkat blustered. He straightened up and prodded John’s chest with a finger. “You fucking presume, John Egbert. I wouldn’t waste my precious almighty leader abilities catering to the unwashed masses by doing something as counter to my towering intellect as singing. So you can just go ahead and erase that ridiculous notion from your admittedly tiny brain. It’ll probably free up a lot of fucking space.”

Karkat jumped off the stage and sat down next to Terezi, who promptly put an arm around him. Karkat scowled, and as he returned to his seat, John thought he heard something about “public displays of affection.”

Jade arrived shortly thereafter, although John didn’t notice her until he saw her…coming out from behind the karaoke machine? Strange. She set her bass on a stand next to the it, and came to join John at his table. “Gamzee!” She called. “Could I get something with a lot of caffeine?”

“Comin’ right the fuck up, girl!”

“You okay, Jade?” John asked, but he was interrupted by Gamzee appearing with a tall glass of…something. It was bright, radioactive green.

“Thanks, Gamzee,” Jade said, and took a hearty swig of the drink.

“No problem, Jade. Enjoy!”

“Um…Jade?” John pressed, but Jade didn’t stop until she had drained her glass, slamming it down on the table and looking at him.

“Yes?”

John suddenly noticed the bags under her eyes. “Are you okay? You look off.”

“I’m just tired. I was up all last night prepping for Dave’s performance.” She let her head fall to the table. “Just don’t let me fall asleep, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Dave said, coming up behind her. He took the chair next to Jade, gently rubbing her shoulders. “What’s up, Egbert?”

“Not much, Dave! I am glad to hear you’re enjoying karaoke so much!” John was grinning unabashedly.

Dave smirked. “Irony, my friend. Irony.”

“Oh, stop it, Dave,” Jade said, and she smacked him lightly on the knee. “That’s a load of horseshit.”

John chuckled. “So, what are you guys singing?”

Dave opened his mouth to respond, but Jade picked her head up and interjected, “You’ll see!” When Dave looked at her she said, “Hey, we want to keep it a surprise, don’t we?” Dave rolled his eyes and kept rubbing Jade’s shoulders. She leaned back into the welcome massage.

By this time most everyone else had arrived, and Rose and Kanaya joined John, Dave, and Jade at their table. Feferi bounded up next to Jade.

“Jade, glub! Um, I just wanted to know if you wanted to go first, or…?”

“You can if you want, it doesn’t matter to me!” Jade looked up at Dave. He had stopped massaging her, instead letting her lean against his chest. “Unless you wanted to go in some order?”

“Fuck, I don’t care,” Dave replied. “Fish girl can go first if she wants.”

Before Feferi could say anything, however, music started up onstage. They turned to see Nepeta standing there, looking excited.

“Oh no…” Dave muttered. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Should’ve fucking known she’d find that song eventually…”

“What song?” Feferi asked. “What’s Nepeta going to sing?”

“Well, she’s not going to sing, exactly.”

The music kicked in with a high energy techno beat, and Nepeta began flapping her hands on either side of her head, swaying her hips back and forth rapidly to the beat. She looked like she was having the time of her life.

Equius bounded forward, looking less than happy himself. “Nepeta! Stop this at once! I demand you cease this inexcusable display of impropriety this instant! Young lady! Are you listening to me?! I told you to stop!”

“Oh Equius, calm down! Come up and dance with me!” Nepeta shouted.

Equius looked horrified. “What?! No! I refuse to engage in such vulgar displays of lower class-waagh!” He was cut off as Nepeta hoisted him onstage, taking him off guard. “No! Nepeta, I am not going to dance, no matter how much you ask! This is conduct unbecoming of one of either of our statures!” He crossed his arms and faced away from her, stubborn as a mule.

Dave suddenly grinned mischievously. He looked at John and murmured, “E-qui-us, E-qui-us!” John, understanding immediately, took up the chant with him.

“E-QUI-US! E-QUI-US!”

“No! Absolutely not! The matter is closed!”

The chant spread, and soon the whole room was shouting the blue blood’s name.

“E-QUI-US! E-QUI-US! E-QUI-US! E-QUI-US!”

Equius suddenly began to perspire. His resolve loosened, and finally disappeared completely.

“Oh…fudgesicles.”

Equius began dancing at least as hard as Nepeta, viciously swaying his hips back and forth and flapping his hands. “STRONG dance!” The room went wild.

When the song was over, everyone clapped and cheered for Equius, but he didn’t stick around to receive their accolades; instead he sprinted for the door, yelling, “Towel, towel, towel, I need a towel, I need a towel…” before disappearing into the lab.

Nepeta, still onstage, giggled. “Well, that was exciting. Who’s next?”

Feferi looked at Jade, but Jade just shooed her on. “Go on, go for it!”

As Feferi made her way onstage, Karkat muttered, “Great. This song’s gonna be nothing but glubs and bad fish puns. Someone save me.” Terezi just hit him with her cane again.

As the song started, Feferi said, “So, I really like this song because…it reminds me of home.” Then she began. “I'd like to be under the sea, in an octopus's garden in the shade; he'd let us in, knows where we've been, in his octopus' garden in the shade.

“I'd ask my friends to come and see an octopus's garden with me; I'd like to be under the sea, in an octopus' garden in the shade.”

Dave covered his face with his hand again. “I swear, you people know jack shit about irony. What is this? This is terrible.”

Jade shushed him. “She’s really good! And she knows what a bad pun it is, don’t worry.” Dave shrugged.

“We would shout and swim about the coral that lies beneath the waves; oh what joy for every girl and boy, knowing they're happy and they're safe.” Feferi swayed back and forth as she sang, as if moved by invisible ocean currents. As she began the last verse, she looked down at where Sollux was sitting, just to the left of the stage.

“We would be so happy, you and me, no one there to tell us what to do; I'd like to be under the sea, in an octopus's garden with you.”

There was applause as the song ended. Feferi went to return her mic to the karaoke machine, but Sollux stopped her.

“Wait, Fefe.” He climbed up onstage and walked to her, gently taking the mic from her hands. “I’ve got thomething to thay.”

Feferi’s face split in a huge smile. “Oh, glub, Sollux! That’s so exciting!”

Sollux queued up a new song, taking a few deep breaths during the opening guitar riff. It was obvious that he was nervous, but as he began to sing, somehow it ceased to matter.

“I've juth seen a fathe, I can't forget the time or plathe that we juth met; thhe'th juth the girl for me, and I want all the world to thee we've met…mm, mm, mm, mm-mm-mm.

“Had it been another day, I might have looked the other way; and I had never been aware, but ath it ith I'll dream of her tonight…La, da, da, da-da-di.

“Falling, yeth I am falling, and thhe keepth calling me back again.”

Sollux was no longer facing the audience; all of his attention was on Feferi, standing off to the side, holding her hands to her mouth. Her smile was pure joy, and her eyes were shining.

“I've jusst seen a face, I can't forget the time or place that we just met; she's jusst the girl for me and I want all the world to ssee we've met…mm, mm, mm, la-da-di.

“Falling, yes I am falling, and she keeps calling me back again. Falling, yes I am falling, and she keeps calling me back again.

“Oh, falling, yes I am falling, and she keeps calling me back again.”

The song hadn’t even ended properly before Feferi was racing across the stage, throwing her arms around Sollux’s neck and kissing him. He just had time to get the mic out of the way, holding it off to the side, his other arm around her waist as he kissed her back.

“Sollux…” Feferi whispered once they broke apart. “That was beautiful.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Sollux smiled, and he seemed much less the weedy, self loathing type right then.

“I love you, Sollux.” Feferi kissed him softly again, and buried her face in his shoulder.

“Love you too, Fefe.” Sollux dropped a kiss on the top of her head.

“Oh God, get a room! Enough of this mushy bulge sucking bullshit!”

“God, can I not take you anywhere?!” Whack.

“Ow, ow, ow! Fuck, quit it!”

Karkat’s cries of pain broke the spell, and suddenly everyone was cheering and shouting for both Feferi and Sollux. John and Dave nodded once at each other, and both gave hearty wolf whistles.

Sollux replaced his mic and descended from the stage hand in hand with Feferi. As they did, Dave looked down at Jade and said, “Guess we’re up. You ready for this, Jade girl?”

Jade grinned. “You bet. Let’s do it!”

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Is it bad that colortags take a lot less time now that I pretty much have them memorized? Anyway, I was going to put Dave and Jade's song in, but then I would've had to also add the afterparts, and...it would've been huge. NEXT TIME, DANG IT.

Song links:

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Caramelldansen - Caramell
Octopus's Garden - The Beatles
I've Just Seen a Face - The Beatles

[egregiousBass]

Hmm...I wonder.

Undramatized Narrator

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The succors of the feast had already settled well into his senses. Nothing could break away the drunken coating of victory that enbalmed his mind. Until he saw her.

Pristine like the gentlest breeze, yet seductive as the most forbidden exotic fruit. Her clothing suggested wealth, which puzzled him; she was not just some slave or country girl trying to sneak an audience in with the budding emporor. She was a women with a clear purpose. It was written across her expression.

He could not help but be smitten. He could not fathom why, but he was helpless against the influence of her daring smile. It felt like destiny. By Zeus, it was a heavenly decree.

Her name was Livia.

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It's a historical in-joke. Let's see if anyone gets it.

@Sionnan, please keep writing those fics! They make my electra complex so happy.
@Graven, I don't know anything about this foundation business, but I'm very entertained by professional adult humans shitting bricks over troll romance.

[mythmonster2]

STRONG DANCE! Oh God, that was GLORIOUS.

EDIT: @egregiousBass: Click and be enlightened. (Warning, almost as addicting as TvTropes)

[lucidSeraph]

STRONG DANCE! Oh God, that was GLORIOUS.

EDIT: egregiousBass: Click and be enlightened. (Warning, almost as addicting as TvTropes)

also warning: DO NOT READ AT NIGHT IF YOU ARE EVER SUBJECT TO NIGHTMARES. I have made this mistake. I keep making this mistake. x_x;

@Graven: Man you are just churning these out today.

[Aerodactylus]

@mythmonster: I almost didn't include that line...I was afraid it might be too cheesy.

[mutecebu]

Graven, graven, graven. Love your stuff.

Attempts to remove SCP-1025-5’s hood have thus far met with failure.

Lol. This is great. The trolls are locked up, and there's no details. Yet, "Attempts to remove SCP-1025-5’s hood have thus far met with failure."

These unique ideals seem to have a memetic effect on those who study them in-depth

So true. So true.

[Bratmon]

also warning: DO NOT READ AT NIGHT IF YOU ARE EVER SUBJECT TO NIGHTMARES. I have made this mistake. I keep making this mistake. x_x;

Click the "Creepy-Pasta" link.

[SataiDelenn]

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.

...hahaha. That was fantastic. Oh man, now you have me wanting to MSPAify the rest of the Incarnae...my friends and I have already decided that Luna is probably the best troll Yu-Shan has ever seen. Or hell, even just Exalts...

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terminallyConvicted [TC] began trolling amazingGodking [AG]

TC: Why Is It That When The Subject Of Eternally Lethal Arrogance Is Broached, Your Sparing Solar Intellects Instantly Assume The Most Ingratiating Posture Of Surrender Imaginable?
TC: I Ask Merely For Information.
AG: SURRENDER! HA! YOU MUST HAVE ME CONFUSED WITH SOMEONE ELSE KEJAK BECAUSE I NEVER SURRENDER! I AM THE GREATEST HERO CREATION HAS EVER SEEN AND YOU KNOW IT!
TC: You Should Know That I Performed An In-Depth Study Of I AM's Terminals And Have Discovered A Means Of Interfacing Her With The Loom.
TC: By Viewing Every Potential Point Along Fate's Weave With This Convenient UI Designed By Jupiter Herself, I Have Invalidated Any Magical Means Of Influencing It. I Cannot Be Affected By Charms Through This Terminal.
TC: You Cannot Woo Me With Your No Doubt Overwhelmingly Impressive Power, Lawgiver.
AG: WOULD YOU LIKE TO MAKE A BET?
TC: By All Means.
AG: WAIT NO LAST TIME I PLAYED YOU IN POKER YOU TRIED TO CONVINCE ME I DIDN'T EXIST, I'M NOT DOING THIS.
TC: Whatever Floats Your Boat.
AG: ...IGNIS' BALLS, I HATE SIDEREAL MINDGAMES. FUCK OFF.

amazingGodking [AG] ceased being trolled by terminallyConvicted [TC]


CURRENT terminallyConvicted [CTC] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board FIVE SCORE FELLOWSHIP

CTC: Guys, If We Do Not Implement Project: Usurpation, We Will Be Boned Forever.
CTC: Seriously.
CTC: Don't Respond To This Memo. Just Fire Up Duck Fate And Get Cracking.
FUTURE terminallyConvicted [FTC] 10,000,000 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.
FTC: You Will Be Boned Forever No Matter What But Rock On, You're Doing The Right Thing.
FTC ceased responding to memo.
CTC: Good To Know. Let's Kick It.
CTC closed memo.

[mythmonster2]

also warning: DO NOT READ AT NIGHT IF YOU ARE EVER SUBJECT TO NIGHTMARES. I have made this mistake. I keep making this mistake. x_x;

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Oh goddamit. I'm only at the third one and I'm already getting some prime Nightmare Fuel here. I MUST CONTINUE!

[SataiDelenn]

Come Together, Part 4

...Nepeta...Equius...what...I don't even.

Someone please animate this. I'd do it if I knew how. All of the characters, even.

in the best way

[Aerodactylus]

The link I posted for that song is of the Exiles...I was very disappointed to discover no one has made more Homestuck!Caramelldansen yet.

[FieryBlacksmith]

He who fights demons

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"Hello, your majesty."

The woman in question was shielded behind two men standing in front of her, with another woman besides her. Shielded is used in the loosest of terms here, since both Dersites would still be shorter than the woman in question even if one sat on the shoulders of the other. It did work in their merit that both men were armed: one held an improvised knife, the other had, though it was futile, the man did not know this, a sizable firearm aimed at their visitor. The last of the four had a sword clutched in her hands, one that was quite familiar to the being opposed to them.

"Jack Noir." the former monarch acknowledged.

"Not anymore." he made a motion akin to spreading one's arms. What was off-putting when he did this was that he only had one arm, which was drenched in blood. "I am a god now."

"What do you want?" the man in grey asked, his trusty friend in hand.

"Ah yes, the rebel. I remember you." Jack tilded his furred head. "How does it feel? Knowing you got thousands of pawns killed, people who trusted their lives to you?"

"You killed them, not me. Don't talk fake guilt onto me, you would have killed them anyway, regardless of my deeds." he hissed.

"True, but you gave them the inclination to rally against the Black King. You just made it a lot easier for me." Noir agreed.

"What? You led a rebellion against our king?" the man with the gun turned to his fellow Dersite. "Why?"

"Why? WHY? Look around you, man! All this happened because of the war against Prospit! If we did nothing but get killed on the battlefield, we would be at war forever! I was sick of it, and I intended to do something about it! Our lord did not care for us at all, we were just being used!" the rebel ranted.

The lawman's gun began to shake. Then, he pointed it at his friend. "You traitor! Our king did what was best for us! He-"

"Only reacted." the former queen finished. Both men turned to her. "Derse did not agress, but we did. Prospit started the war, Derse only reacted and responded to everything we did."

"Look, this is fun and all, but I believe you have somthing that I want." Jack interrupted them. He pointed at the late monarch. "Your ring, queen."

The three exiles looked at the queen, and two of them turned to the other Prospitan. She returned their gazes, then turned to Jack. "I have your ring, Noir." Reaching inside her wrappings, she pulled out a glowing ring with four orbs on it.

"Good, good. Now, how about we make a deal again? You give me that, and I let all four of you walk away." a smile appeared on Jack's lupine face.

"Just like that?" the renegade asked.

"Just like that. There's no use to being the god of the world when there's nobody to spread the word of your coming." he turned his gaze to the former farmer. "I believe some of you have some experience with this."

The woman looked at her ring, at the man before her, then back at the ring. Maybe if she...

"Alright, but when it's on, leave us alone." she spoke, and walked around the Dersites.

"What? No! Don't do that, he'll-" the knife wielder began.

"Keep his word. If he wanted the ring that badly, he could have just killed us." the mail lady finished, and approached the sovereign slayer.

"Atta girl." he nodded, and held out his hand. When she stood in front of him, she looked at the ring on his outheld hand.

If it worked on him, maybe it will...

"Well?" he asked. The parcel mistress looked at him, her wrapped-up face reflected on his rad shades.

She steeled herself. "Remember where I found you? All the way hidden in Derse, near the top of the towers of your monarchs. I managed to infiltrate your world all the way, without being even opposed once." Turning the ring in her hands, she held it as if she was going to put it onto a finger. "Do you know what happens when a pawn does that?"

With a swift motion, she jammed her finger through the ring. His body flashing green, Jack Noir reached for her hand, but was blasted away by a burst of green energy. Jack tumbled through the air, spreading his wings to slow himself. When he regained balance, a shape that looked just like him floated in front of him. Their main difference was that her carapace and canine features were bright white compared to Jack's black. She had a sword in hand, pointing it at Jack.

"She becomes a Queen."

Jack drew his own sword, reading for combat. This should be interesting.

[Wigmund]

also warning: DO NOT READ AT NIGHT IF YOU ARE EVER SUBJECT TO NIGHTMARES. I have made this mistake. I keep making this mistake. x_x

I apologize then for my TerrorCal fics and whatever horrors I unleash once I figure out what to write next.

[Katrika]

Oh my gooood.

Graven, your fic got me thinking about what would happen if the trolls from the rp I'm in got SCP-captured, and one of them has powers similar to 590, and...

;_;

[Graven_Image]

SCP-590 is not to be named as anything other then Five Ninety. He is a tool to be used, not someone's friend, sibling, or child. Anyone found forming attachments to an SCP will be removed to a less people-intensive duty.

...

Darn, you can't help but ;_; at that prospect.

[Wigmund]

Lovely thing about SCP-590 is that it is...

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actually Dr. Bright's little brother.

[Katrika]

FORTUNATELY they could probably escape pretty quickly.

...Necromancers, technopaths, and bomb makers are good at escaping, right?

Wigmund: Which makes this blurb even worse...

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At the instigation of Dr. Bright, SCP-590 was immediately induced to heal several cases of mental retardation. Due to this action, SCP-590 is permanently at the mental level of a three year old child, and is extremely tractable.

Gotta love the SCP foundation. Been reading those things forever.

[Graven_Image]

Item #: SCP-1025-7

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Object Class: Euclid (?)

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1025-7 is to be contained as is normal for SCP-1025. However, if SCP-1025-7 is mid-“session,” it is not to be disturbed.

SCP-1025-7 is not to be interred or transported near SCP-1025-4, SCP-1025-8, SCP-028, SCP-296, or SCP-330.

Description: SCP-1025-7 is a specimen of SCP-1025. Its horns are small and sharply pointed. Tests have confirmed its blood to be teal in color.

SCP-1025-7 is unusually obsessed with matters of law and justice, to the point of mania. However, it appears to follow the general law code of SCP-1025 before it suffered its XK-class event. Worryingly, it seems to more closely resemble the general modus operandi of the Global Occult Coalition than any given country.

SCP-1025-7 will occasionally enact what have been termed “sessions” in its cell, ostensibly mimicking actual court cases from SCP-1025’s homeworld. The “defendant” is always a plush dragon of varying color (means of production unknown), and the “sentence” is always death by hanging.

Interrupting these “sessions” invariably results in an overwhelmingly negative response from SCP-1025-7. It will scream at the intruder, beating on it with its fists and calling for “order in the court” until the intruder leaves. The session will then proceed from the point of interruption.

Addendum 1025-7a: Agent XXXX’s observations

It would appear that SCP-1025 employs only two known parties in legal cases. There is a defendant, and there is a persecutor/judge/executioner. There appear to be no defense attorneys.

I highly recommend that SCP-1025-7 be kept away from any “Justice”-related SCPs. Heaven could only help us if it managed to project its own views onto them.

Addendum 1025-7b: Finding in Arizona

Task Force XXXX-X, assigned to Incident 1025-3, has found a hanging plush dragon near Tucson, AZ, similar to the ones used by SCP-1025-7. Tied to its leg was a piece of paper with a Libra symbol sketched on one side and an illegible series of drawings on the other.

It is possible that these drawings are SCP-1025’s language. Translation attempts are pending O5 approval.

[Wigmund]

D'awwwww, she left a Sweet Bro/Hella Jeff comic for them.

[QuetzaDrake]

@G_I Love the SCPs that've been posted since I last commented. Nepeta's adorable, Kanaya's makes sense, and I never even really thought about how simultaneously delusional her trials must look like and also what would happen if someone interrupted one of them.

@FireyBlacksmith Yaaaaay, BecPM! I never really imagined the Exiles as being that... articulate with their words (except for WQ, obviously), but it works pretty well, and more Bec Noir is never bad.

[BPrinny]

Item #: SCP-1025-7

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Object Class: Euclid (?)

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1025-7 is to be contained as is normal for SCP-1025. However, if SCP-1025-7 is mid-“session,” it is not to be disturbed.

SCP-1025-7 is not to be interred or transported near SCP-1025-4, SCP-1025-8, SCP-028, SCP-296, or SCP-330.

Description: SCP-1025-7 is a specimen of SCP-1025. Its horns are small and sharply pointed. Tests have confirmed its blood to be teal in color.

SCP-1025-7 is unusually obsessed with matters of law and justice, to the point of mania. However, it appears to follow the general law code of SCP-1025 before it suffered its XK-class event. Worryingly, it seems to more closely resemble the general modus operandi of the Global Occult Coalition than any given country.

SCP-1025-7 will occasionally enact what have been termed “sessions” in its cell, ostensibly mimicking actual court cases from SCP-1025’s homeworld. The “defendant” is always a plush dragon of varying color (means of production unknown), and the “sentence” is always death by hanging.

Interrupting these “sessions” invariably results in an overwhelmingly negative response from SCP-1025-7. It will scream at the intruder, beating on it with its fists and calling for “order in the court” until the intruder leaves. The session will then proceed from the point of interruption.

Addendum 1025-7a: Agent XXXX’s observations

It would appear that SCP-1025 employs only two known parties in legal cases. There is a defendant, and there is a persecutor/judge/executioner. There appear to be no defense attorneys.

I highly recommend that SCP-1025-7 be kept away from any “Justice”-related SCPs. Heaven could only help us if it managed to project its own views onto them.

Addendum 1025-7b: Finding in Arizona

Task Force XXXX-X, assigned to Incident 1025-3, has found a hanging plush dragon near Tucson, AZ, similar to the ones used by SCP-1025-7. Tied to its leg was a piece of paper with a Libra symbol sketched on one side and an illegible series of drawings on the other.

It is possible that these drawings are SCP-1025’s language. Translation attempts are pending O5 approval.

These are great.

[Shadow of the Lotus]

The SCP stuff really is great. Heh, you could almost make a thread for it honestly. Think of all the dangerous things in homestuck or in MSPA in general. I could see it now.

SCP 1031

some-techno-stuff-and-cool-organization-heading: ITEM = THIS FUCKING PUMPKIN

Description or something: disappears at random

Dr. Lotus
"Wow, you really didn't spend the time to figure out how to make this report fit in with the proper format, did you?"

[X15lm204]

Interesting. The Foundation does not seem to have observed SCP-1025-7's abnormal sensory abilities. This can only be good for them!