Matthew Eggers, special assistant for sapient animal research at Site 19, sat at a bare table in Interview Room C, a notepad in his hand.
In front of him, crawling back and forth across the table,…“Next number, please,” the voice behind the speakers droned.
The following was flagged by Site 19's automated data filter (tagged with flags CLASSIFIED DATA, O5, SCP-682, SCP-173).
As the following contains personal log data, only those with Site Administration…The seal is broken O fallen King of splinter’d crown Eye pierced upon thy spear The girl has got you bested The seal is broken The Mother of Hunters has shattered her chains The Toymaker has fired her…The words went straight to his heart, shattering what little self-confidence he still had.
Every piece of paper on the desk was stacked neatly into three vertical piles, each the same height. I'm an all powerful demigod, locked in the chamber of little boy. It flows out our fingers and out soggy…Arkady knew this was the end. Church sat back, grinding a fist into a single blood shot eye. Associated recommendations of disciplinary action have been selected and included…Site-12, Monday Morning. Every single time I blink it gets closer and closer to me, and every time I blink is just driving another nail into…Haley Lee sat in her office, writing up a report on the latest death that had occurred in Site-27. On February 7th, 2018, Eric Bernard, a fellow researcher on Site-27, was…Nota Bene: This was writted for an April Foll's Day contest, and misspellings were part of the jugging criteria. Cog was walking through his lab (being a scientist and all), when he found Dr. He knew that a lab coat gave a man the idea that he could do things…When they finally came for her, it wasn't a black bag over her head in the middle of the night. ” Agent Four grinned, his lean face…The pale lights reflecting off of Neptune's surface basked the corridors of Orbital Area-11 in an alien hue. Inches from the fan blades, the pounding breeze doing next to nothing to relieve the searing fire in his flesh. Being number 67 of 777, Randal was one of the handful…[Tempest Night, ] Dr.The cluttered, shadow-filled room seemed like a perfect reflection of his own inner being at that time.Dark,…A small loudspeaker, suspended only by a fragile cord, hung high above the blasted ruins of the amusement park it once served.Rubbing her face and standing up from her desk, she sighed at the loudspeaker outside of her office.Someone had decided to blast …April 30, 1998 Able’s fists were clenched hard enough to draw blood from his palms.