Damn.

The authorities have tricked me. A folly I shouldn't have fell for, but they knew my weakness. I was promised a walk, and it was. A walk right into a trap. As we excited their vehicle, I expected my paws to meet with the lovely soft grass of a park and scents of my fellow friends... and some enemies, yet what I saw was much worse than any enemy.

A companion from the southern regions of the America's, shaking, their tiny, frail body held in the arms of their commanders, leaving a building meant to shave you down to nothing and cut your toes off. My companion followed instructions, loyally, and were cut down to look like a lion. It was ridiculou and I was frightened at the site and tried to flee but their noose was tight, forcing me to stop as I nearly choked myself unconscious.

At this point, I was ready to pass out and began, embarrassingly, whimpering. Why would they betray me? I was loyal, if nothing else. The days we'd spent checking the perimeter of the neighborhood, ensuring safety for all, and this is my thanks? To be waterboarded?

Again, the officials knew how to ease my anxiety, as they treated me to a delight. Right in front of my face, was the scent of pupperoni, those beefy little delights. I couldn't resist, I was weak. As my teeth clench the snack and bit in, it must've been laced with something foreign because I was blinded, my senses dulled, and i found myself simply following the hand before me with nothing else in my mind. When I was done chewing and my stomach was satisfied, I found myself strapped to a metal table, and I knew, it was over for me.

The torturer was particularly cruel, telling me that I was a good boy, making me feel calm before blasting me with water or cutting my toes off. Why did she want the hard part of my toes? Was she a witch? Or did she just simply want a trophy? It was too hard to tell because before I knew it, she had a knife, near my eyes, chopping away at my fluff. I could still taste the pupperoni and felt betrayed by it too somehow.

Then, as if she couldn't go on with it anymore, the witch came to her senses, deemed me a good companion, and handed me back to the authorities. On the way back to their vehicle, I shook and shook the new smells she lathered me with and rubbed myself in my old scent I'd left in the seat. The joke is on them.

Just when I thought I couldn't trust the authorities, they opened the door, coaxing me with the squeal of a fresh new toy and my ears perked at the love in their voice. Perhaps there was a traitor amongst us and they simply needed to Vet me first. I forgave them and we ventured home.

Written from my phone, sorry about any mistakes.

I feel like this kind of cross-species organization exists because each species independently came up with an SCP Foundation and when two SCP Foundations meet they have enough sense of "game recognizes game" that they just merge because as far as they're both concerned, there are bigger fish to fry.

It probably helps that they're literally older than the imperium and are quite possibly the ONLY organization in the imperium capable of staying true to their goals

Oooh this is excellent! It makes me want to read more. Also I love that the landlord is named Karen 🤣

Karen strode towards the door of her tenant's flat with the sort of determined gait that brooked no nonsense, while I, her trusty lawyer, followed in tow. In my humble opinion, I'd say I was a wise and learned individual who was always ready to offer counsel and guidance - In exchange for his fair share, of course. As over the time Karen had become one of my most reliable returning customer, to the point I was certain we had promoted each others number to our speeddials.

We were on a mission. There were at least three extra bodies milling about in the tenant's flat, and they were most certainly not on the lease. And thus we were determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, and I wasn't about to let a mere tenant stand in her way.

Karen banged on the door with a great deal of ire, and after a moment or two it creaked open to reveal a sleepy tenant, still in his robe and slippers. She drew herself up to her full height and began to give the tenant a proper dressing down, telling him in no uncertain terms, though civilizedly dubious, that the unit was exceeding capacity and that the extra people had to go.

However, as Karen was really getting into her stride, the tenant interrupted her. "You can see them too?" he asked, his expression of befuddlement.

I stepped forward, ready to offer my legal expertise, perphaps to help the fellow out sorting his confusion. "This is a clear violation of the lease agreement," I declared with authority. "The tenant is liable for any damages or consequences that may arise from ovecrowding. I advise you to rectify the situation immediately or face legal charges. Additionally, my client expects to be reimbursed for any extra utilities the three extra bodies may have consumed."

But the old man acted like I was chirping nonesense like a sparrow, and started flapping his hand at me as if to shush me up. ''Tell me, how do they look?''

The tenant's response caught me off guard. I blinked in surprise, taken aback by his nonchalant demeanor. "Excuse me?" I asked, not quite sure I'd heard him correctly.

Karen though, was not about to be as polite as I. However before she could unleash her fury the tenant repeated his question, "How do they look? Are they transparent, ghostly, or anything of the sort?"

I glanced at Karen, who was similarly bewildered. "What are you asking?" she said slowly, taking a deep breathe to regain composure, trying to gauge the man's state of mind. "The issue here is not how they look like."

''Child!'', the tenant raised his tone of voice, ''if they are not transparent to you then you have a much bigger problem than 3 extra freeloaders.''

It's the far future. Aliens are trying to eradicate each other and humanity, and the Imperium of Man stands against the tide.

That being said, a lot of progress in the war is about to be made, because a Necron leader just pissed off Dr. Bright.

Same council too.

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Before the Fall: The Gates Open

[I am more used to writing in the third person. I had to go back and edit some stuff previously since the writing perspective got mixed. This will take several posts most likely.]

The sorcerer Grimzon approached the gates. Not by foot but by a grand open carriage. To make his entrance more regal, he had armored bicorns pulling the carriage. Around him were squads of pegasi, each mounted by an armored maiden.

The guard captain’s feet quivered upon seeing the approaching storm. It was his duty to protect the citizens of the kingdom. He must keep the enemy at bay even at the cost of his life.

Still, there was no way they could stop this man. Word had spread that he had gone through every major city before the capital. Those that fought against him were all wiped out. The stories seemed exaggerated. But he had no choice but to believe it.

As the carriage stopped in front of the gates, Grimzon’s voice boomed. “I want the gates open within a minute. Do so and I shall spare the lives of all who would submit. Those who wish to oppose me shall be removed from existence.”

The guard captain had a minute to decide. He kept trying to rack his brain of a solution but there was none. If he kept the gate shut, they would all perish. If they opened the gates, they would be traitors and executed.

That is, if the kingdom could even defeat the grand sorcerer.

“If… if is good.”

He gathered up his courage and ordered his men to open the gates. He claimed that he will take all responsibility. He told them that they should claim he betrayed the kingdom and opened the gate on his own.

His subordinates felt the intent of their captain. So they banded together and opened the gates on their own. As a unit, they marched out of the gate… and threw down their weapons. They all went down on one knee and lowered their heads to their foe.

“My lord. My life will be yours to use,” the guard captain spoke. “All I plead is that you spare my subordinates and our families.”

In the next moment, Grimzon stood right in front of the squad. “Now that’s more like it! Yes, you are a smart one. The weak simply must obey the strong, must they not?”

“Y-yes, my lord.”

“Good, good. Since your squad has been the first to realize my greatness, I shall grant you mercy.” Grimzon started to walk towards the open gate. He waved his hand and signaled to the pegasi riders.

“These people are now my subjects. Protect them and their families,” he declared.

The guard captain could only sigh in relief.

“Raise your heads. Stand up and gather your families. The valkyries are on your side.” With those words, Grimzon continued his way into the kingdom.

“M-my lord. If I may ask,” the guard captain tried to call out.

Grimzon stopped and the air felt heavy.

The guard captain gulped. He didn’t make a mistake did he? Most nobles would say ‘how dare you speak to me’ if they were called out like that.

“You may speak.”

“What happened to the knights from the other cities?” The guard captain asked. He might seem like he was concerned but he wasn’t. He just wanted to know. As far as he knew, those ‘knights’ were just greedy tax collectors. They abused their position and demanded outrageous things from the citizens.

“I am a man of my word. Those that opposed me were reduced to nothing but dust. I have not harmed the civilians who would bow their heads.”

“T-thank you, my lord.” The guard captain lowered his head once again. He can still live to see his family.

“You all should be,” Grimzon smugly proclaimed. He was thinking how stupid it would be to just wipe everyone out. How can he take over the kingdom if he didn’t have subjects to serve him? In his mind, the castle is only as good as the people that maintain it.

It seems that his proclamation was loud enough for most of the citizens to hear. As he swaggered onto the main street, the people lowered their heads. It was mainly out of fear. After all, there was nothing they could do against a powerful grand sorcerer.

“Yes. This is how it should be after all.” He felt good. And they should feel honored to serve him.

So he weaved a simple spell. With every step, a wave of magic emanated from him. A super basic (according to him) series of spells that would invigorate people. His goal was to make people understand that serving him was an honor. What he did not intend was how each healing wave was actually curing the citizens of their health issues.

This reminds me of Wish Hill from Super Mario RPG. It's covered in falling stars and each one's got a wish inside. "I want to be a great plumber like my brother Mario." one says.

Thank you! That is very kind of you to say.

I was thinking about it some more and I would absolutely have some Chaos people too. Maybe a Thousand Suns in research. T'au in Engineering. Harlequin strike team. Tyranid garbage disposal.

"Why d'ya wanna protect the galaxy so bad? What has it ever done for you?"

"I'm one of the idiots who lives in it!"

holy shit that was an amazing read thanks for that

The protagonist has been personally given a Super Important Mission™ by a goddess.

Ah. I wonder if I was at least a little bit useful.

I wasn’t a fighter or anything. I’m just your regular office worker.

But I really couldn’t leave it alone. So when I tried to help someone being assaulted, I ended up getting stabbed. The pavement feels cold. I could hear people all around me. A siren as well. But it’s too late. I can already feel everything going cold.

“Welcome back,” a voice spoke to me.

I opened my eyes and found myself face to face with a woman. The space around us was filled with nothingness.

“How was it?” She asked.

“Horrible.” Memories started to flood my head. I remember now. I lived several kinds of lives back on ‘Earth’. It was for the sole purpose of learning.

From the rich, to the poor. Within groups of the innocent, to the underground lawlessness. I was a genius at one point, and the next I was an insane zealot.

“Then… my offer?”

I looked at her, her radiant beauty still left me breathless. How many times have we met like this? I pondered.

“You can be greedy. You can be selfish.” She wrapped her arms around me. “You can have desires. I will grant them all.”

I gulped. This has also happened before. Each time, I adamantly refused. But recently, I’ve been wavering. I've grown to hate humanity. Or at least, the current system that kept the majority to suffer while a small few prospered. I was trying to justify my 'betrayal' of humanity.

“You,” I finally said. “What if I want you?”

“Then I shall be yours. Will you accept me?”

“Y… yes. I’ll accept.”

She smiled. That sent a shiver down my spine. Yet, I don’t feel fear but a rush of excitement.

“You can start tomorrow. I’m sure you want to enjoy the rest of the night, my administrator.”

Yes. I’ll be enjoying tonight to its fullest.

Tomorrow, the humans of Earth will be integrated into the system. Towers and gates will appear. The age of players and hunters shall begin.

Oh my gawd 😭😭😭

Mr. Geppetto glanced over at his little wooden boy perched upon the shelf as leaned over to pet his dead cat Figaro. “Oh wouldn’t that be nice if this wooden boy of mine were real?” He asked rhetorically, Mr. Geppetto wanted nothing more than to have a real boy. He wanted something to fill the empty void of loneliness and despair he has suffered for years since losing his only son to tragically to tuberculosis, another wish he made upon a star that never came true. His wife passed some years later, but it seemed she had already given up after the passing of her child already.

All he wanted was to share his knowledge and his love of woodwork, a trade no less he would have imparted into his son if he had lived into adulthood. He tried to find some sense if peace, he got a new kitten just a few months ago, and had his beloved goldfish for about a year now, but none of these efforts seemed to replace the loneliness he has felt since losing his only son. As a final act of desperation he crafted a wooden puppet in his late sons likeness. He would sing with it, dance with it, and speak to it as if it were already real, it was real enough to him.

Mr. Geppetto dozed off while pondering heavily on the wish he made, he wanted nothing more than it to come true. The next morning he slowly arose from bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he looked over to his workbench. His little wooden boy had not moved an inch, he knew it wouldn’t, he was not so detached from reality to believe his little wooden boy would suddenly spring to life, but deep down he had hoped and dreamed. “Just another wish, ay Figaro? Of course I’m not foolish enough to believe he would come to life. But that’s alright, he’s alive to me” Mr. Geppetto stated as he pet Figaro.

For the next 7 years he carried on with his same daily routine, only now he would being his little wooden boy affixed with strings with him anywhere he went. He would talk through it at the markets, the local tavern, to children on the street, doing his best impression of a young playful child. Everyone loved seeing the puppet masters work and performance, even if his attachment seemed quite strange to some.

One morning however, Mr. Geppetto did not awake from his slumber. A neighboring florist he would often converse with every morning as he strolled by on his way to the markets grew concerned. She had not seen him in a few days, so thought she should check in on him. Peering through a northern facing window she could see the cold lifeless body of Mr. Geppetto. By this point his beloved goldfish Cleo had been long gone, and Figaro was more or less an outside cat, he would come and go at his leisure, but now he was nowhere to be found, likely outside somewhere on the hunt for a meal. But the Florist noticed clutched in Mr. Geppetto’s arms, that most loved little wooden boy of his.

With no family to speak of, the local townsfolk that knew the kind, lonely carpenter held a funeral. He was ultimately buried in a nondescript plot of land, buried holding his little wooden boy in his arms. The Florist adopted Figaro the cat and took care of him for the remainder of his life, and in accordance to Mr. Geppetto’s will his clocks were distributed to the townsfolk he would interact with daily. For a bit he was remembered, but as time goes on some things just fade and people are forgotten.

A thousand years have passed, Pinocchio, now slightly petrified but still in relatively good condition as a testament to Mr. Geppetto’s craftsmanship lay there for a thousand years with his father, who was now no more than a pile of dust and some fragments of bone, remaining completely still, until finally, the coffin filled with a bright blue light. Pinocchio gasped his first breath, although he didn’t really need air to survive. He was suddenly filled with overwhelming panic, why was it so dark? What was happening, where was he? Why was he here? The only sound he could hear were some nearby crickets chirping that had made Geppetto’s coffin their home. Pinocchio pounded on the top of the coffin, yelling and screaming to be let out, but his screams were unheard.

It is said if you walk through that cemetery on a quite and clear night, at an unmarked grave you can barely hear the screams of a restless soul. Or maybe it is just the wind.

Note: I probably shouldn’t have typed this on my phone, so bare with me.

Edit: Formatting.

... and even 41000 years later, latin is the language to name things...

Just FYI there is already a SCP-40000 which is a generic space marine.

The wishes that finally came after their persistence to chase with perseverance across the cosmos to finally be granted, finally found success in a windfall. Wishes came wishing for those who have been dead for thousands of years; to die. Wishes came for people to not die, yet came so many years too late. Many wished for possessions, that they can no cling to in their eternal slumber. Few wished for all those alive at the time to find peace, and yet they already have in their rest. Some oh so lucky few wished to be famous for incredulously long lengths of time, and now their skeletons are propped up in museums, names mentioned in textbooks. Although many wishes were made in vain, it wasnt long before some soul to make an odd wish. Impossible to tell if this individual was a hero saving us from the impulsive whims of humanity, or a petty soul with hatred in his heart. Yet this soul wished for no more wishes upon stars to be granted. Wishes are nice, but now ultimately change cant be manifested any longer without action. Wishes now only live within the human spirit. If it is a wish that is just, then go out there and manifest someone's wish. Provide some magic in this world for someone pure, even if you have never known them, or even if it is for yourself. Now it is ultimately up to us to grant wishes with agency and conscience. It seemed the only wish that came true, was for humanity to be able to grant their own wishes.