Nestled deep within the ancient, sprawling forests of central Maine, concealed from prying eyes by a dense canopy of towering pine trees and thick underbrush, stands a solitary warehouse that seems almost forgotten by time. At first glance, it appears to be nothing more than an ordinary industrial storage facility, its weathered exterior blending seamlessly with the natural surroundings. However, beyond its unassuming facade lies the enigmatic Site 23 - an SCP (Secure, Contain, Protect) site shrouded in secrecy and intrigue.
Below the surface, an intricate network of sterile corridors, illuminated by the soft hum of fluorescent lighting, winds its way through a labyrinth of containment chambers and state-of-the-art laboratories. These chambers, constructed from reinforced steel and equipped with airtight seals, are dedicated to housing an array of enigmatic objects, elusive creatures, and countless other mysteries waiting to be unraveled.
Under the meticulous and enigmatic leadership of Anasta Stiracuse, a prominent member of the O5 Council, this site harbors a myriad of anomalous artifacts and entities that defy conventional understanding. From seemingly mundane items with inexplicable properties to sentient anomalies that challenge the very fabric of reality, each object within Site 23 presents an enigma waiting to be deciphered.
Rumors persist of clandestine research projects delving into the nature of these anomalies, with whispers of groundbreaking experimentation and the pursuit of knowledge deemed too perilous for the public eye. The staff, carefully selected for their unwavering commitment to secrecy and their expertise in anomaly containment, operate under the strictest protocols to ensure the safety of both the anomalies and the outside world.
As the shadows lengthen across the forest floor and the distant call of an unfamiliar creature echoes through the trees, Site 23 remains steadfast and vigilant, its secrets tightly guarded within the heart of the ancient Maine wilderness.
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- Homebrew is allowed.
- Put your favorite SCP in the first post you make.
*SCP-1 You can decide which SCP-1 is my favorite, if not one of them then SCP-5000, I’ll try to think of something for here, I might already have an idea.*
The words of the Foundation. Secure. Contain. Protect. Unfortunately, some do not believe these should apply to the anomalies as well as the people outside. An example of this rests in their cell, sitting on the ground, where they sit, the sound of sizzling where they sit. The researchers outside of the cell can’t see much other than two figures, twins, sitting next to each other. ONe of them comforting the other, the slight sound of sobs being heard. The special thing about these two kids is… well they are near constantly on fire, one a fire of consuming void black, the other a flame of absolute blinding white. The blazing children, SCP-202-A & B
The words of the Foundation. Secure. Contain. Protect. Unfortunately, some do not believe these should apply to the anomalies as well as the people outside. An example of this rests in their cell, sitting on the ground, where they sit, the sound of sizzling where they sit. The researchers outside of the cell can’t see much other than two figures, twins, sitting next to each other. ONe of them comforting the other, the slight sound of sobs being heard. The special thing about these two kids is… well they are near constantly on fire, one a fire of consuming void black, the other a flame of absolute blinding white. The blazing children, SCP-202-A & B
Anasta, a Caucasian woman with long blonde hair walks up to the cell. She has a preputial frown on her face, her icy blue eyes challenging anyone to defy her. She wears the signature white coat with the logo and her rank. A clip board clutched in hand. She talks to the guards for a moment before they let her in.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Sitting in a researchers office is a young man, about 28 years old. His messy black hair ruffles with the breeze from an AC vent. His green eyes are behind thin framed glasses. He wears a black turtleneck under his white lab coat and black jeans. His sneakers are scuffed and dirty as he taps them against the ground as he tries to tackle the mountain of paperwork in front of him.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The words of the Foundation. Secure. Contain. Protect. Unfortunately, some do not believe these should apply to the anomalies as well as the people outside. An example of this rests in their cell, sitting on the ground, where they sit, the sound of sizzling where they sit. The researchers outside of the cell can’t see much other than two figures, twins, sitting next to each other. ONe of them comforting the other, the slight sound of sobs being heard. The special thing about these two kids is… well they are near constantly on fire, one a fire of consuming void black, the other a flame of absolute blinding white. The blazing children, SCP-202-A & B
Anasta, a Caucasian woman with long blonde hair walks up to the cell. She has a preputial frown on her face, her icy blue eyes challenging anyone to defy her. She wears the signature white coat with the logo and her rank. A clip board clutched in hand. She talks to the guards for a moment before they let her in.
Sitting in a researchers office is a young man, about 28 years old. His messy black hair ruffles with the breeze from an AC vent. His green eyes are behind thin framed glasses. He wears a black turtleneck under his white lab coat and black jeans. His sneakers are scuffed and dirty as he taps them against the ground as he tries to tackle the mountain of paperwork in front of him.
Anasta opens the door, frowning "You still haven't gotten that done?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Sitting in a researchers office is a young man, about 28 years old. His messy black hair ruffles with the breeze from an AC vent. His green eyes are behind thin framed glasses. He wears a black turtleneck under his white lab coat and black jeans. His sneakers are scuffed and dirty as he taps them against the ground as he tries to tackle the mountain of paperwork in front of him.
Anasta opens the door, frowning "You still haven't gotten that done?"
He winces a bit. "I-im working on it as fast as I can.." Zack murmurs, shuffling through a few papers. There are many many coffee cups strewn throughout the small office.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sitting in a researchers office is a young man, about 28 years old. His messy black hair ruffles with the breeze from an AC vent. His green eyes are behind thin framed glasses. He wears a black turtleneck under his white lab coat and black jeans. His sneakers are scuffed and dirty as he taps them against the ground as he tries to tackle the mountain of paperwork in front of him.
Anasta opens the door, frowning "You still haven't gotten that done?"
He winces a bit. "I-im working on it as fast as I can.." Zack murmurs, shuffling through a few papers. There are many many coffee cups strewn throughout the small office.
She grumbles "Get it done or I'll make you end up at D-Class." She says, slamming the door shut.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Intriguing... Don't really know enough SCPs to have a favorite, but I do like SCP 610*
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Heyyyy! What's up? It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub!You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
Sitting in a researchers office is a young man, about 28 years old. His messy black hair ruffles with the breeze from an AC vent. His green eyes are behind thin framed glasses. He wears a black turtleneck under his white lab coat and black jeans. His sneakers are scuffed and dirty as he taps them against the ground as he tries to tackle the mountain of paperwork in front of him.
Anasta opens the door, frowning "You still haven't gotten that done?"
He winces a bit. "I-im working on it as fast as I can.." Zack murmurs, shuffling through a few papers. There are many many coffee cups strewn throughout the small office.
She grumbles "Get it done or I'll make you end up at D-Class." She says, slamming the door shut.
He flinches as she slams the door, working as fast as he can to get it done, pulling yet another all nighter for 3 nights now.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sitting in a researchers office is a young man, about 28 years old. His messy black hair ruffles with the breeze from an AC vent. His green eyes are behind thin framed glasses. He wears a black turtleneck under his white lab coat and black jeans. His sneakers are scuffed and dirty as he taps them against the ground as he tries to tackle the mountain of paperwork in front of him.
Anasta opens the door, frowning "You still haven't gotten that done?"
He winces a bit. "I-im working on it as fast as I can.." Zack murmurs, shuffling through a few papers. There are many many coffee cups strewn throughout the small office.
She grumbles "Get it done or I'll make you end up at D-Class." She says, slamming the door shut.
He flinches as she slams the door, working as fast as he can to get it done, pulling yet another all nighter for 3 nights now.
Anasta walks down the hall to her office space, fighting a lighter to work so she can light a cigarette.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Sitting in a researchers office is a young man, about 28 years old. His messy black hair ruffles with the breeze from an AC vent. His green eyes are behind thin framed glasses. He wears a black turtleneck under his white lab coat and black jeans. His sneakers are scuffed and dirty as he taps them against the ground as he tries to tackle the mountain of paperwork in front of him.
Anasta opens the door, frowning "You still haven't gotten that done?"
He winces a bit. "I-im working on it as fast as I can.." Zack murmurs, shuffling through a few papers. There are many many coffee cups strewn throughout the small office.
She grumbles "Get it done or I'll make you end up at D-Class." She says, slamming the door shut.
He flinches as she slams the door, working as fast as he can to get it done, pulling yet another all nighter for 3 nights now.
Anasta walks down the hall to her office space, fighting a lighter to work so she can light a cigarette.
THere is the sound of sneakers padding behind her as Zack walks up with the paperwork. "M-maam. Heres that stuff..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I would join... but SCP literally traumatized my little brother and I was the only one that could comfort him at like 3:00 AM when he finally got the nerve to discuss what he was so afraid of. I doubt I could avoid babbling about my awesome adventures in the Foundation, and I don't want to upset him again.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The words of the Foundation. Secure. Contain. Protect. Unfortunately, some do not believe these should apply to the anomalies as well as the people outside. An example of this rests in their cell, sitting on the ground, where they sit, the sound of sizzling where they sit. The researchers outside of the cell can’t see much other than two figures, twins, sitting next to each other. ONe of them comforting the other, the slight sound of sobs being heard. The special thing about these two kids is… well they are near constantly on fire, one a fire of consuming void black, the other a flame of absolute blinding white. The blazing children, SCP-202-A & B
Anasta, a Caucasian woman with long blonde hair walks up to the cell. She has a preputial frown on her face, her icy blue eyes challenging anyone to defy her. She wears the signature white coat with the logo and her rank. A clip board clutched in hand. She talks to the guards for a moment before they let her in.
The two kids stand up, the flames along their bodies extinguishing as they both run to hug Anasta. She can see a burning corpse covered in void flames in the corner of the room. The two kids hug her, the one with white fire speaking “Ms. An! The bad guards let a man in orange(D class) attack Anthony(Black fire child). Then they hit him they suddenly looked like Anthony until they fell over.”
The words of the Foundation. Secure. Contain. Protect. Unfortunately, some do not believe these should apply to the anomalies as well as the people outside. An example of this rests in their cell, sitting on the ground, where they sit, the sound of sizzling where they sit. The researchers outside of the cell can’t see much other than two figures, twins, sitting next to each other. ONe of them comforting the other, the slight sound of sobs being heard. The special thing about these two kids is… well they are near constantly on fire, one a fire of consuming void black, the other a flame of absolute blinding white. The blazing children, SCP-202-A & B
The door creaks open as a Junior researcher named Zack walks in. He smiles kindly at them both, his green eyes showing compassion.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The words of the Foundation. Secure. Contain. Protect. Unfortunately, some do not believe these should apply to the anomalies as well as the people outside. An example of this rests in their cell, sitting on the ground, where they sit, the sound of sizzling where they sit. The researchers outside of the cell can’t see much other than two figures, twins, sitting next to each other. ONe of them comforting the other, the slight sound of sobs being heard. The special thing about these two kids is… well they are near constantly on fire, one a fire of consuming void black, the other a flame of absolute blinding white. The blazing children, SCP-202-A & B
The door creaks open as a Junior researcher named Zack walks in. He smiles kindly at them both, his green eyes showing compassion.
Zack can see the burning corpse of a D class in the corner, Anthony’s flames all over the body. They both stand up as their flames disappear from their bodies. They run over and hug Zack “Hi Zack!” They say in unison.
The words of the Foundation. Secure. Contain. Protect. Unfortunately, some do not believe these should apply to the anomalies as well as the people outside. An example of this rests in their cell, sitting on the ground, where they sit, the sound of sizzling where they sit. The researchers outside of the cell can’t see much other than two figures, twins, sitting next to each other. ONe of them comforting the other, the slight sound of sobs being heard. The special thing about these two kids is… well they are near constantly on fire, one a fire of consuming void black, the other a flame of absolute blinding white. The blazing children, SCP-202-A & B
The door creaks open as a Junior researcher named Zack walks in. He smiles kindly at them both, his green eyes showing compassion.
Zack can see the burning corpse of a D class in the corner, Anthony’s flames all over the body. They both stand up as their flames disappear from their bodies. They run over and hug Zack “Hi Zack!” They say in unison.
He hugs them both. "Hey kiddos. What happened with that D-Class?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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Nestled deep within the ancient, sprawling forests of central Maine, concealed from prying eyes by a dense canopy of towering pine trees and thick underbrush, stands a solitary warehouse that seems almost forgotten by time. At first glance, it appears to be nothing more than an ordinary industrial storage facility, its weathered exterior blending seamlessly with the natural surroundings. However, beyond its unassuming facade lies the enigmatic Site 23 - an SCP (Secure, Contain, Protect) site shrouded in secrecy and intrigue.
Below the surface, an intricate network of sterile corridors, illuminated by the soft hum of fluorescent lighting, winds its way through a labyrinth of containment chambers and state-of-the-art laboratories. These chambers, constructed from reinforced steel and equipped with airtight seals, are dedicated to housing an array of enigmatic objects, elusive creatures, and countless other mysteries waiting to be unraveled.
Under the meticulous and enigmatic leadership of Anasta Stiracuse, a prominent member of the O5 Council, this site harbors a myriad of anomalous artifacts and entities that defy conventional understanding. From seemingly mundane items with inexplicable properties to sentient anomalies that challenge the very fabric of reality, each object within Site 23 presents an enigma waiting to be deciphered.
Rumors persist of clandestine research projects delving into the nature of these anomalies, with whispers of groundbreaking experimentation and the pursuit of knowledge deemed too perilous for the public eye. The staff, carefully selected for their unwavering commitment to secrecy and their expertise in anomaly containment, operate under the strictest protocols to ensure the safety of both the anomalies and the outside world.
As the shadows lengthen across the forest floor and the distant call of an unfamiliar creature echoes through the trees, Site 23 remains steadfast and vigilant, its secrets tightly guarded within the heart of the ancient Maine wilderness.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Looks interesting. This is a placeholder for when I wanna come back to this. But my fav is SCP-999*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*SCP-1 You can decide which SCP-1 is my favorite, if not one of them then SCP-5000, I’ll try to think of something for here, I might already have an idea.*
The words of the Foundation. Secure. Contain. Protect. Unfortunately, some do not believe these should apply to the anomalies as well as the people outside. An example of this rests in their cell, sitting on the ground, where they sit, the sound of sizzling where they sit. The researchers outside of the cell can’t see much other than two figures, twins, sitting next to each other. ONe of them comforting the other, the slight sound of sobs being heard. The special thing about these two kids is… well they are near constantly on fire, one a fire of consuming void black, the other a flame of absolute blinding white. The blazing children, SCP-202-A & B
Anasta, a Caucasian woman with long blonde hair walks up to the cell. She has a preputial frown on her face, her icy blue eyes challenging anyone to defy her. She wears the signature white coat with the logo and her rank. A clip board clutched in hand. She talks to the guards for a moment before they let her in.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Sitting in a researchers office is a young man, about 28 years old. His messy black hair ruffles with the breeze from an AC vent. His green eyes are behind thin framed glasses. He wears a black turtleneck under his white lab coat and black jeans. His sneakers are scuffed and dirty as he taps them against the ground as he tries to tackle the mountain of paperwork in front of him.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Gtg for a bike ride, brb.*
Anasta opens the door, frowning "You still haven't gotten that done?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He winces a bit. "I-im working on it as fast as I can.." Zack murmurs, shuffling through a few papers. There are many many coffee cups strewn throughout the small office.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She grumbles "Get it done or I'll make you end up at D-Class." She says, slamming the door shut.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Intriguing... Don't really know enough SCPs to have a favorite, but I do like SCP 610*
Heyyyy! What's up? It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
He flinches as she slams the door, working as fast as he can to get it done, pulling yet another all nighter for 3 nights now.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Noice :D*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Anasta walks down the hall to her office space, fighting a lighter to work so she can light a cigarette.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
THere is the sound of sneakers padding behind her as Zack walks up with the paperwork. "M-maam. Heres that stuff..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I would join... but SCP literally traumatized my little brother and I was the only one that could comfort him at like 3:00 AM when he finally got the nerve to discuss what he was so afraid of. I doubt I could avoid babbling about my awesome adventures in the Foundation, and I don't want to upset him again.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The two kids stand up, the flames along their bodies extinguishing as they both run to hug Anasta. She can see a burning corpse covered in void flames in the corner of the room. The two kids hug her, the one with white fire speaking “Ms. An! The bad guards let a man in orange(D class) attack Anthony(Black fire child). Then they hit him they suddenly looked like Anthony until they fell over.”
The door creaks open as a Junior researcher named Zack walks in. He smiles kindly at them both, his green eyes showing compassion.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Zack can see the burning corpse of a D class in the corner, Anthony’s flames all over the body. They both stand up as their flames disappear from their bodies. They run over and hug Zack “Hi Zack!” They say in unison.
He hugs them both. "Hey kiddos. What happened with that D-Class?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.