#scp-012

SCP-011 - Sentient Civil War Memorial Statue 原語版作者: Proxtown ソース:http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-011

SCP-012 - A Bad Composition 原語版作者: ITIFAMCO ソース: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-012

scp-012 causes whoever saw it to continue the notes using their own blood and if that person were to finish a section of the sheet, the person will kill themself declaring the piece is impossible to finish, I just thought it would be interesting gift for the Yellow Lord.

Bumping this up the queue because the furnace is broken and my office is too cold to work in, so drawing is out for now ( I can set my laptop up anywhere, but hauling out the peripheries like the scanner is Too Much Effort and I have no space for it in my temporary workspace. ) But I can write, and while I could just do a little illustration for this, the idea intrigues me too much to leave it at that anyway.

Dunno how old you are @randomlbirdo, so here's the warnings: No sex happens but there's a couple mentions of Odious as a sexually-active being. Self-harm, sort of, does it count when you're not doing it to hurt yourself, you just need to feed blood to a cursed artefact?

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The Unending Crescendo

The Yellow Lord Odious has an anomalous object stolen from the Foundation. It can resist the curse, but it can't resist a challenge …

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The Lords of Alagadda, much as they considered Earth a backwater world, still kept an eye on it with their agents and cults. It was a wild place, full of emotion and stories and creativity and Alagaddans craved those things.

The Earth also contained the SCP Foundation - not a threat, but something to keep tabs on. The Foundation meddled with Alagadda occasionally, which was what initially drew the attention of the lords, but what kept their attention were the artefacts the Foundation had hidden away in storage. In their attempt to keep anomalies out of the hands of their fellow humans, the Foundation had gathered them up into convenient boxes that a determined Alagaddan Lord could borrow whenever it pleased.

There were ways to smuggle things in and out of Alagadda unchanged. They involved complicated alchemical wards and rituals, but it was doable.

This was not what the Yellow Lord, Wearer of the Odious Mask, was thinking about at the moment. It had put such plans into action weeks ago. It was busy in its study, sketching out musical notes as it played them - primary hands on the violin, secondary to write. The wastebasket nearby was overflowing with torn and crumpled sheets. Aside from the desk, the room contained dozens of musical instruments, including the organ it used for practice. The grand pipe organ of il Palazzo dell'Ira was in the audience hall.

Odious snarled as a knock on the door distracted it. Not that it was making any more progress than usual, but what if this time the notes were correct? It set down the violin with uncharacteristic gentleness, crumpled the sheet and threw it in the general vicinity of the wastebasket, then stalked to the door and flung it open.

A servant stood there, struggling with the weight of a gold case covered in alchemical symbols and the Yellow Lord's brand. The servant tried to lift the case to present it, but the gold was too heavy. "My Lord, I have the artefact. But do be careful with it."

The servant flinched under Odious' glare, the Yellow Lord not deigning to answer vocally. How dare this lesser being be concerned for it and not hateful? Odious was no apprentice alchemist who needed warnings, Odious was one of the great powers of Alagadda. But it did note how reluctantly the servant parted with the case, not because it wanted to protect Odious but because the artefact inside pulled at it. Odious had prepared for that - once the case was locked, only Odious could open it again, protecting its lessers from the artefact's curse. Odious needed the servant alive to deliver it, after all.

Alien: How can a music sheet be dangerous? Human: If you get close to it it will slowly force you before it to finish the song. Alien: And that is bad because? Human: It’ll make you slit your own wrists and use your blood to finish the notes.  Alien: Oh....... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: What could be scary about a man who only appears in your dreams? Human: The fact that he often appears before bad shit is about to go down. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: A cowbell? Human: Safe to say if it looks innocent it’ll probably be the most dangerous thing in the world.  Alien: Fair enough. Alien: What does it do? Human: If you ring it it will summon a creature that will constantly attack you in your sleep until you commit suicide.  Alien: Do humans really do that if they don’t get enough sleep? Human: Yup, excluding college students.  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: What in the name of gorbo is that!?!? Human: Pack predators that lure their prey in by mimicking voices of people and loved ones. Alien: That’s evil!  Human: Really? Did the bright red skin and dozen sharp pointy teeth not give it away? -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: An endless staircase?  Human: Perfect for exercise. Alien: And the catch? Human: Just don’t turn around. Alien: Why not? Human: ...... Human: Just don’t turn around. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: This one seems pretty tame.  Human: If by tame you mean drowning someone and then taking their dead body to the ocean floor to be turned into pulp by the pressure then yes. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: Why is this creature not contained? Human: Kinda hard to contain something that can move continents.  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: A soft drink? Human: That makes you not sleep.  Alien: Don’t they do that already? Human: You don’t understand. Human: You drink it and you’ll never sleep again. Human: Ever.

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Alien: Metal wire? Human: Imagine if it was grass that feeds off electricity to grow.  Alien: That doesn’t sound so harmful. Human: Did you know most living creatures generate some form of electricity through bio chemistry? Alien: I do, and your point? Human: This will attach itself to any electrical current and sap it dry.  Alien: I still do- Alien: Oh. Alien: Oh that is awful. Human: Imagine a hundred metal wires stabbing into your body and wrapping themselves around your nerve systems.  Alien: LALALAL I’M NOT LISTENING! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   

Alien: A tree? Human: Correction, a plague tree. Alien: So the fruit gives you diseases? Human: No, that’d be silly.  Human: The fruit spawns swarms of insects that transmit the plague to you if agitated. Alien: How is that better?!?!? Human: Who said is was supposed to be better? -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: A dollar bill? Human: Not just any normal dollar bill. Alien: Do I even want to know? Human: It makes you forsake all of your worldly possessions to meditate and find inner peace. Alien: That doesn’t sound so bad. Human: It also makes you strip naked, shave off all your hair, cut yourself repeatedly, and then enter a meditative state so deep you eventually die from thirst because you didn’t drink. Alien: Oh come on! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: A magic carpet? Human: No. Alien: Oh good.  Alien: For a second I thought- Human: It’s a fungus carpet that eats people. Alien: Is there anything normal about your planet?  Human: Not the carpets, I can tell you that much. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sorry this took so long, I couldn’t get the ideas down. Here you are! Skilled readers might see the Easter egg

Various SCPs/SCP Reader

SCP-012: Oddly enough, Willow loved music. So you thought, of course, a musical SCP to test with would be swell. You certainly didn’t expect it to try and compel you to start writing with your blood. But you did expect Willow to jump out, and then she tore into the document, headless of the cries of the scientists about ‘ruining a protected document’. It became tattered shreds moments later.

SCP-049: Hostile would be a harsh word, to describe your first meeting with 049. Uneasy, for sure. And perhaps there had been the ever so slight fact that he had tried to attack you. Not really attack, just… moved towards you quickly. But Maxwell must’ve seen something you didn’t, since half a second later they were out and towering over you like a vengeful spirit. 049 quietly backed off, surprised, and you carefully coached Maxwell back.

SCP-076: Much like anything, 076 attacked you without a second thought. Though, your retort had been unexpected. Or rather, Wilson’s nonverbal retort of slamming 076 into a wall, and then throwing him through the wall for good measure. You barely had a moment to blink before Wilson and 076 were locked in combat, leaving you as the witness to their destructive brawl.

SCP-173: The room was filled with a steep kind of darkness, the kind that you knew well. Charlie only did this when she was… upset. Or fighting something. The last you’d seen, there had been that strange statue, and then you’d blinked and, well. You could feel Charlie’s eyes all around you, all pointed at something. Whatever it was, you were glad you had her here.

SCP-012

Once I had to hide in the lab of SCP-012 while being hunted by mercenaries looking to wipe out the staff of our lab. As they began to break into the lab one of my coworkers opened the chamber to SCP-012 and ran inside to hide. I could see paper, it flipping on its own through its own length. I didn't know if I was hallucinating. The coworker who ran instead said to not look over and over as he walked up to.

I could hear music fade in, perhaps over the speaker but this sounded like it came from within me. The music was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. My mind was taken away from the fact that I was one door away from soon dying and focused on the song. I wanted to write, write everything I was hearing, feeling, the earth had to know! Then I saw blood, my coworker next to SCP-012 began to chew off his own finger tips violently and use the blood to...write! I grasped control of myself as one of my owner coworkers pushed passed me to run into the room right towards SCP-012.

She screamed, 'I understand! I must tell every one! Don't you hear it?!'

Hear it? The beautiful song of various instruments all striking notes in a perfect moving wave? I felt like I was about to slip into a pool of healing water, warm, perfect...when the door seals shut to SCP-012's chamber. I could hear gun fire, lights popping and going out. Once I stood in a grassy, flowery field, now, back in the lab. Back t the nightmare. I felt sick from the sudden rip of realities.

Later I realized SCP-012 is a master piece composed of multiple peoples writings. It isn't fully recorded what is written because the file says if you consume any of it, you go mad with the truth. The truth...what is the truth? Truth of what? When I saw it in the chamber, all I heard was instrumental classical style music. A tune that lifted me somewhere ethereal. However my coworkers...all went mad, ended up in the chamber killing themselves from blood loss, as they all tried to write upon SCP-012 and add to its contents.