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butch-enjoyer · 6 months

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Horrible scp idea!

It is a soup store that sales canned soup, but once you buy a can, clothes come out of the tin and they all are good quality and very durable. They are good tho but they are cover in soup.

#scp fanart #scp foundation #scp fandom #scp project #scp containment breach #scp character #scp art #scp writing #scp wiki #scp researcher oc #scp idea #scp oc art #scp shitposting #scp fanfiction #scp community #scp memes #scp

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grigorikarpin · 3 months

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SCP-8140: Burial Goods

I have posted my entry to the SCP-8000 contest: Burial Goods An archaeologist has found a sword in a digsite that didn't use to have anomalies - Featuring SCP-1000, the Daeva, and the unbearable pain of trauma. https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-8140

I have never written something so personal for the site (and it's only 7500 words) - A long while ago something traumatic happened to me and my family, I've spent years trying to find the right way to write a story about it. Although the events of this story do not reflect what happened, the atmosphere and emotional resonance is meant to evoke what we went through.

#scp #scp foundation #scp community #scp wiki #scp writing #fiction #scp fandom #creative writing #scp 8000

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the-land-of-dreams · 9 months

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IVE DONE IT. IVE FINALLY DONE IT. IVE FINALLY DONE MY BRIGHT REWRITE

May I introduce you all to Dr. Clover "Charm" McCoy!! The reason for all the different amulet designs is that Clo's 963 changes form depending on what part of the body it's put on, and is just the main charm while not on the body :-3

(also btw Clover is transfem non-binary and uses she/they pronouns, just fyi)

more info on her version of 963:

if you guys have any questions about her feel free to send me an ask about it! im genuinely really proud of them and am super excited to use them in future projects >:-D

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tiredsn0w · 17 days

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How’s 049 doing on Kepler with the temperature, gravity, and I’m assuming oxygen changes?

Actually, @fiercefauna is writing a Tale that goes over a lot of that stuff!

I think the biggest thing for him would be the humidity, there is a great deal of fog on Kepler. So, if an endotherm (heat regulating organism) was to do something that requires sweating, it would have a difficult time evaporating so they would not be able to cool down easily.

In terms of the gravity, he may struggle a bit at first, since he's kind of heavy (~100kg) but after a month or two he would be fine again. I see him adjusting pretty easily to it.

Oxygen, I think it would be more difficult, since Kepler has a low oxygen pressure environment. In addition to it being cold (and them being ectothermic amphibians i.e. no way of keeping heat in), that's why hemocyanin is the oxygen carrier in their blood.

Using an oxygen concentrator would be an easy solution though. This is a device that takes the O2 out of the air and condenses it so that the person breathes in more O2 per breath. But I don't know if he would really need one unless he was exerting himself outdoors.

#ask response #planet kepler #scp 049 #scp writing

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site666 · 4 months

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Like A Dog

ok first time posting a drabble lets go. honestly quite terrified to post

present hcs: trans glass, bright with inhuman features..?? kinda (hes got pointy ass teefs and red eyes)

implied bright/glass but can be read as platonic

anyways ... i love dog symbolism a lot

Jack Bright stares at his face in the mirror, half shaved and absolutely not his. As he stares into the eyes of the face he controls, he feels he’s looking into the eyes of another, because, really, he is. He can’t recognize himself. Not even as he slowly drags the razor along his cheek, his eyes unfocused as his reflection shifts and sneers at him. He’s too busy staring into dead, watery red eyes, eyes he has no business seeing. With a jolt of brief pain that brings him back, he winces as he had nicked his cheek. He turns the squeaky faucet on and quickly throws some cold water over the sliver in his cheek.

And, fuck, those eyes really aren’t his. Neither are the hands that rub water into the cut on someone else’s face.

He startles as he hears the bathroom door creak open, turning to face a mildly surprised Simon Glass. Bright gives a hesitant wave before the therapist speaks. “Shaving in the men’s room again?” Glass asks softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Didn’t have time.” Bright mutters, looking away. His eyes — someone’s eyes — drift back up to the reflection in the mirror. He sees Glass. He sees a man. He doesn’t see himself.

“You look… inquisitive.” The psychologist notes, tilting his head slightly and keeping his distance.

“You ever look at yourself and think, wow, that is NOT me, or is that just a me thing?” Bright asks bitterly. He doesn’t look at Glass.

The other man approaches now, just a few steps, and he looks in the mirror at himself next to Bright. “I see… my physical body… and I’m fairly certain that’s me.” He faces Bright with curious, pale blue eyes that are simply the exact opposite of the scientist’s bold red ones. “When I was younger I didn’t like to see my reflection, because I didn’t want to look like a little girl.”

“That’s different.”

“Not really. No matter what your brain believes shouldn’t be true about your physical body, your physical body is still you. You are the person you see in the mirror. So am I, and so was I back when I was little.”

Bright continues to watch the mirror in silence. His face crinkles in frustration. “I had green eyes. I had green eyes, and I needed glasses.” He pulls his eyelids with his index finger and thumb to get a good look at the full eye. “Bullshit.”

“You could think of it as a scar,” Glass says in his stupidly soft spoken way and Bright wants to agree, but goddamn does he want to be right himself. So, cornered and scared, he gnashes and bares his teeth in false anger, like a bad dog.

“Fuck off, Simon.” He snarls through grit teeth, crooked and yellow and sharp and just like a dog’s — and not his.

“Jack…” Glass begins slowly, carefully. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, nothing here is okay, this place is FUCKED, AND YOU KNOW IT.” Teeth are snapped uselessly against metal bars that separate his wolfish self from the fragile deer on the other side, one he so foolishly wants to kill and hold and cry into and love. His own humanity cages him and he gnaws wildly at the bars.

“I know this place isn’t right in… a lot of ways, but I also know it’s better to accept flaws sometimes.” Glass reaches out, offering his hand to Bright. The scientist swallows a lump in his throat, glaring with his lip between his teeth as he takes Glass’ hand. Glass intertwines their fingers, and he looks up and smiles. “You see that?”

“I’m not blind.”

“No — I mean, you see our hands, touching. And you feel it. Right?”

“…Sure.” Bright keeps his eyes locked on their hands, his bony knuckles and long fingers awkwardly engulfing the soft and small hand of the psychologist. He feels the gentle warmth coming from Glass’ hand against his significantly colder one — his own hands always seem to be freezing — and he feels the pressure from each of them holding on.

“That’s you.” Glass says.

“What.” It comes out more a statement than a question.

“You see yourself holding my hand, you feel yourself holding my hand. You’re you. That body is you. It’s yours.” Glass smiles up at Bright, confident he’s made a point.

And goddammit, he has.

So he backs down, his anger giving way to the fear it hid so desperately as the deer nudges the cage door open. Like a dog, he’s been shown gentleness, and god, he just wants to be helped — to be saved. So for the time being, he lets Simon save him. Just like a loyal dog.

#scp #scp foundation #drabble #writing #scp writing #fanfic #dr bright #jack bright #scp bright #doctor bright #dr glass #simon glass #scp glass #doctor glass #lightbulb scp #lightbulb #brightglass #glassbright

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calf-cover · 4 months

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Thousand and One More to Join

Today is the Day.

Deep in ancient times, the king of the Alagadda suffered an unenviable fate. Stricken by illness, he can't ward off death breathing down his neck, and only his devoted Court Jester dares to grieve for him. However, a mysterious stranger in exotic clothes intends to turn the course of history in a completely inexpressible direction.

The sophisticated, vicious and atrocious secrets that they will release can turn into a seething hell for all the participants of this play.

WARNING! The folloving story raises extremely dark and disturbing topics, including dehumanization, violence, the use of torture and executions, sexual abuse, sadism, trauma and severe physical and mental disorders. There is no mercy nor for children, nor for old people, nor for animals. Highly undesirable for viewing by persons under the age of at least 16+. Please refrain from reading if raised topics is unbearable for you. Stay safe.

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 2 years

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Can i request Hannibal with a reader (platonic or romantic I don’t mind) who hunts and kills dangerous SCP’s and would sometimes come back home injured?

If you’re unfamiliar with SCP’s feel free to ignore this request but basically SCP’s are weird monster creatures 😅

The audacity I have at how when an asker request I'm guessing head cannons (?) and instead I write a scenario along with it 💀 I'm also using NBC hannibal because I don't know nothing about OG.

NBC Hannibal with reader who hunts for SCPs

When you first revealed this to him he was quite baffled at how such things could exist. (I mean they basically break the law of physics)

He constantly worries about your health and he's also terrified of these monsters and what they could do.

Panics everytime you're not home on time and panics even more when you come home injured.

Little scenario:

It was 9:45 PM, he was pacing around the room nervous. You usually came home at eight, seven if you're lucky.

He was blasting your phone with texts and calls but you didn't pick up or read any of them. He sat down in his chair to collect himself. he was really anxious and he felt his eyes burning then he glanced at the clock.

9:51 PM.

Shit shit shit. When are you coming home?

Before the bad thoughts could seep in the door slammed open, revealing you holding your arm which had been terribly skinned and you were covered in blood and he noticed some open wounds.

He'd never seen you in such a state before. He rushed to you holding your cold, bloody, limping body and rushes you to the bathroom. You were heavily breathing and wincing at the alcohol stinging your injuries so badly. He wanted to hurry so bad but also wanted to take time fixing your wounds, and what felt like hours he was finally done. He sat next to you holding your body as he kisses your forehead so lovingly.

"You are going to have a week off."

You were about to say something when he looked at your arm and said

"Actually, make that a month."

You just sat there next to him knowing he meant what he said and no matter how much you beg he's not going to change his mind.

End of scenario.

He lowkey hates your job because of how much danger it brings you.

Would make or ask you not to go frequently but he doesn't really have to since new SCP's only appear every red moon. totally not a 3008 reference. (Correct me if I'm wrong.)

You may or may not have shown him a picture of a really freaky and weird SCP you found once and he hated it. Like it's been on his mind for weeks at how such a thing could actually exist.

He happily assist and patches you up and make sure to feed you protein and all the nutrients you need for hunting and listens to all the problems you might be having, best boyfriend/husband.

He worries but also has hopes and faith in you because you boss queen/king/royal and you slay, quite literally.

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Imma end this short because I can't think of anything else and my arm hurts so bad

#nbc hannibal x reader #hannibal x reader #hannibal x you #hanibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal #slasher x you #x you fluff #x reader #scp writing #secure contain protect #scp shitposting #im dyin rn

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merehrab · 2 months

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Hello scpeople! I’ve released my 8kcon entry a few days ago. This is my first time doing a kcon, so I hope it goes well. I hope you enjoy reading my entry!

#scp #scp foundation #scp wiki #scp writing #scp fandom #scp 8000 #scp 8kon

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hymn-of-muse · 7 months

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Missing Limb Mishap

an scp-035 oneshot.

tw for mentions of decay/corrosion, missing/losing a limb, psych evaluation etc

Log B-112, Patient B-48; Antoine Innez, Reported by Doctor Isabella Santell.

The patient was previously assigned the task of moving scp-035 to a new location alongside other employees, however on moving date [CLASSIFIED], an incident occurred causing Innez to lose his left hand.

While moving the mask, the substance it produces ate through Innez's suits' material and contaminated his hand, unfortunately this was caught late and his hand began to decay, turning black as it died and started becoming the same substance that contaminated him.

his co-worker [CLASSIFIED] took quick action once it was caught a few days before the next move and sautered off his hand just above the wrist with a laser cutter before the corruption could spread.

Innez has since been reassigned a new task with a seperate scp, far from scp-035 and has been regularly attending scheduled meetings with me and i have been monitoring him for any affects caused by this incident with scp-035.

I have been made aware that updates on the suit material for the move team has been updated and new suits have been issued as of last week. The most recent move was yesterday.

Recently i've noticed he started muttering and mumbling, it was just small things at first, i thought it might have been his nerves and getting used to losing his hand, but then it became questions.

He started asking about scp-035, why he no longer had access to it nor any information or records and why he'd been reassigned to something else.

Then the questions turned to arguing, bartering, pleading. Now during our last meeting today, he's begun raising his voice and outright demanding access, stating they belong together, that he isnt whole without scp-035. I made no mention of the move but his change in behavior suggests he was already aware, possibly because he was so used to the schedule while on the team himself.

it may take me a few more meetings to understand if this is simply a trauma response to losing a part of himself, or if this is a result from him being drawn to the mask and a direct effect of scp-035's possession process.

Either way, with Innez's growing aggression i can assertively conclude he is no longer fit for any task under the scp foundation. If he were to continue being an employee, the state he is in would only cause further issues'. he's already attempted to attack both myself and his coworker [CLASSIFIED].

If this is indeed the results of scp-035, i cannot help him any further. This is the 45'th cace brought on by the effects of scp-035, none of the patients from those cases have ever recovered psychologically without their memories being wiped and removed from the facility for good.

I suggest the same solution for Antoine Innez might be our only option if nothing more comes of our next couple meetings.

Log end. Doctor Isabella Santell signing off, current date; [CLASSIFIED]

i've recently got back into scp and thought about this lil story while doing a math quiz

i will absolutely write for more scp's going forward especially if you guys like this format of writing, just send in an scp you like or idea you have and i'll get it out when i can!

relogs are appreciated!

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dino--draws · 3 months

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Stumbles in covered in blood. Hey I wrote an SCP tale as part of a lil two parter w/ a buddy of mine. It has art, it has a bear, it has the abstract embodiment of the Wild. you should read it.

#scp #scp writing #dino writes asmr #dino art #dino's scp shenanigans

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grigorikarpin · 6 months

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Abraka David's Proposal

Abraka David's Proposal is a joke 001 made by myself and a big old list of who's who (Many thanks to @thenevermeant and Nico for the original idea and opening it up to our collaboration)

This has one of my proudest endings I've ever contributed to.

#scp #scp community #scp foundation #scp wiki #scp writing #fiction #satire #creative writing

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jadeitor · 1 year

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Looking for Mutuals!! 💖💕

Hi, I'm Jade, big SCP fan and Illustrator/Character Designer for SCP Fragmented Minds. I'm moving back to Tumblr so hopefully I'll find like-minded people around who likes:

SCP

Writes and draw about it

Cool people in general

#scp memes #scp 096 #scp 049 #scp foundation #scp #scp incorrect quotes #scp 106 #scp art #scp writing #scp fandom

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tiredsn0w · 25 days

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How strong is 6118’s legs because I read that he kicked a guard’s legs backwards. What other type of damage can he do?

Helpful infographic about the absolute strength of this man (don't worry about the last part... and don't check my sandbox page!)(joke)

Despite that he looks pretty lean, he can squat about twice his body weight, which is not much on Kepler (it's about 1.5g at sea level, so 1.5x BW would be a normal squat) but on Earth it packs some punch.

That's pure upper leg muscle power, though, and he does also have the avantage of springy legs (for a lack of a better term) due to their digitigrade formation. Like how a bunny can hop higher because of the shape of its legs.

For reference, he weights 40kg (~88 pounds) so that would be about 80kg, plus whatever leverage factor, let's round up and say 100kg. I think that's a lot. At least I find that impressive (wheelchair user haha)

I'm not going to go too into detail about the kinds of ways he could hurt someone, but there will be some description, so here's a cut!

Mostly, soft tissue and joints are going to be the most easy for him to target. He never was trained in hand-to-hand combat because it would be very unlikely for him to win. So, no big bones like the skull or femur. That's why in his Article, he went for the knees, it is a weak spot since no bones actually have to break (and bones are very strong) due to them not being solidly connected.

Also, bruising a bone hurts (for me) about as much as breaking it in the immediate moment, so even if he wasn't able to break anything, I think he could incapacitate someone pretty significantly if he tried the brute force attempt.

But, if there ever was a situation where he did have to do body-strength combat, I think he would be more "death by a thousand cuts" kind of guy, hurting someone in small ways, at least until he could get away. Ironically, he's not much of a killer.

#Go crazy checking my sandbox page if you want #I'm writing up a storm in there! I told my friend that I'm making 6118 more depressed and existential and he said “again?”#informative #ask response #scp writing #scp 6118 #doodles

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that-faerie-in-the-corner · 7 months

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so. poses cutely. i wrote a thing. my humble addition to the cannibalismverse Summary: An attempt is made to mitigate SCP-963's consumption of manpower. Said attempt does not go as anyone hoped. Dr. Gears helps pull its keeper back together in the aftermath.

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dr-george-ordell · 6 months

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ROTTEN LIKE SUGAR-COATED TEETH

Aaron would never live his dirty little secret down if it ever got out.

He shuddered under his breath as the rough hands of the other man gently massaged him, large fingers pressing and applying a soothing amount of pressure upon his clothed back, creeping lower and lower. Aaron let out a low whine at this, squirming upon the satin sheets that he sat on.

"Not today Jack. I'm frankly exhausted." Aaron murmured out closing his eyes as the tension from his shoulder leaked out.

A voice from behind hummed. "Alright, my darling." The other man replied in a baritone rumble, hands travelling back up to undo the knots within his shoulder.

Aaron audibly swallowed, a heat glazing across his face at the sensation of feeling the light breath of vanilla upon the nape of his neck.

He missed that smell, having been cooped up in the quite dingy underground site-one, meeting barely any sunlight (probably non at all with how he was hunched over his computer for most of that time) and having no social interaction at all. Maybe with the guards perhaps, or other council members, but they all seemed to just eventually mould together into an amalgamation in his mind.

It was a morbid thought. But it didn't belong in the same place as the rich baroqe decor and mahogany furniture of the room. His thoughts were often unclean, unable to be rid of any kind of grey, gloomy glumness. But temporarily, he would put it in a box, lock away as the older man utterly spoiled him rotten.

New clothes? Aaron was bought the best one on demand, anomalous or not, even if he himself could easily order new ones with the click of his thumb. New jewellery he was eyeing up? Jack adorned him with twice the frilly and ornamental things, glittering rubies and glistening emeralds neatly placed upon him, as if he were a doll.

He was eyecandy, to be observed, praised, admired, quite literally sometime whenever Jack decided to paint him.

His jaw clenched in tension at particular memories, the other man's hand moving up and down his limbs, guiding him gently into certain poses. Always asking for permission to touch him when moving Aaron around to act as a pose model. Being so sickly sweet towards him with loving adoration, that Aaron found it more capitulating than the quite obviously dirty things Jack said to purposefully rile him up.

"Is it okay for me to touch you here? I need your words darling. Ah, thank you, your so pleasantly obedient, so good for me."

Aaron nervously crossed his legs at the memory of that certain painting. He had been wearing a rather gaudy eighteenth-century guard's costume that day. It was absolutely torturous to hear the thinly veiled flirting and the smooth, warm fingers just trailing above a layer of several clothes, seperating bare skin from the other.

He just hoped though that the council wouldn't find said oil paintings if Jack ever auctioned them off.

It'd be dastardly evil of that bastard to even attempt to do that anyways, as Aaron wouldn't be able to look at anyone in the eye if they found out the rather scandalous backstory that led to those hauntingly beautiful, eerie portraits.

#no regrets #prompt: sugar daddy #i love you frantic fanfic #frantic fanfic #scp #scp foundation #scp fanfiction #scp writing #scp fandom #o5 1 #aaron siegel #writing #suggestive #artist and muse #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #spoiled rotten

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 1 year

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May I request Jason Voorhees and a reader who works for the SCP Foundation as a senior researcher and reader (platonic/siblings if that's okay with you!) is probably friends with some SCPs, with both angst and fluff, my idea is that reader witnessed what the bullies did to Jason but was either too late or unable to save him in time, and the reader probably works for the Foundation to either cope or something, and maybe the reader goes back to the back to the camp and reunites with Jason? That's all I got tbh, but feel free to alter and change anything!

Also sorry if I bothered you btw!

Despite watching atleast like 3-4 Friday the thirteen movie I don't know much about Jason, I'm getting him off of other ffs I found 😵‍💫

Sorry i didn't really get into all that scp stuff

Jason Voorhees x sibling! Reader who works for scp foundation

Ever since your childhood you've noticed Jason was quite.. Different from other people. And he always got bullied for it. But you were always there to stand up for him.

These bullying seemed to become severe ever since you two entered Camp Crystal Lake. Every child that looked in his way looked at him with fright or disgust which ripped your heart everytime. You were always there to reassure him that he wasn't ugly at all, it's just that people are judgemental. He was the sweetest boy you've ever met. The best brother you could've asked for. And you're the best sibling he could ask for. You just wished people would give him a chance to get to know him.

You were planning to get a gift for Jason, a big teddy bear. So that he wouldn't be lonely when you were gone to school, you were looking for Jason when you heard familiar loud unwelcoming voices. And another voice... Which sounded alot like Jason and you ran to the direction of where the voices were coming from and you saw Jason screaming for help, screaming for mom, screaming for you. You tried, you tried so hard to save him. Everything was in a blur, you were in the water looking everywhere for your dear brother but nowhere in sight and you were losing your breath too.

You got out of the water and started immediately sobbing and yelling for your mother and that was how much you could vividly remember. Everything went downhill after the death of Jason. The camp closed, your mother got so depressed and your life got dull and sad.

And now you were working for the scp foundation. You didn't really know why but these creatures, how they were looked at and described as reminded you of Jason. As cliché as it sounded you didn't want them to feel the same way your brother must've. And weirdly enough you actually managed to become friends with them. You didn't know how but you just did, and you were proud of yourself cause holy shit you thought you were gonna die trying to do so.

"Mx L/n, scp 076 has requested a meeting with you." (I'm not sure if this is a thing)

"Okay I'll be there"

You've also wondered how you became friends with abel. He was cold and distant towards mostly everyone. But that's another thing for another time. You were walking down the hall when you overheard some researchers talking about something extremely familiar.

"Have you heard of camp crystal lake? Apparently a boy named Jason Voorhees died in that lake and resurrected and kills anyone who steps foot in the campsite."

"Wasn't it the mother who went crazy and killed everyone?"

Your eyes began tearing up, hearing about that shatters your heart. But you had this overwhelming urge to go there again, to go see Jason again. You don't care if it was closed you just wanted to go where your brother was and let all those built up emotions you've held for years out. To show him that you still care about him, to show that he's still in your mind and heart. You wanted to show him all the achievements you've made thus so far and how you wished you could've done it with him.

You ended your session with abel rather quicker than usual which upset and confused him but you'd make sure to make up for it.

Now which step you were getting closer and closer to your destination which made your palms sweaty and your heart and mind race, after all these years you were going to visit your brothers grave.

You were here, in the woods and what made you angry again was that the sign now read "camp blood". Jesus, your brother can't even get some peace even after his death. You were walking further and further. And now came to you was the various cabins and the big nostalgic lake, you were surprised the lake hasn't lost it's beauty. And memories came flooding and you couldn't stop the tears from flowing down anymore. You ran to the direction of the floorboards (?) where he died and started sobbing and crying loudly.

Jason was walking around the woods, bored and sad. He just missed you so much and wished you were here with him. When he heard crying. It sounds familiar but why? But whatever it was probably just someone who got dumped by their partner. He was ready to slaughter you until he realised how similar you looked to his sibling. Was it really you? No you musted forgotten him by now but he couldn't help but hope a little, then he heard your words.

"Oh Jason, why did you have to die? I miss you so much i wish you are here with me. Everything's been so dull without you." You continued to sob into your hands.

It really was you? You are his dear sibling, he put down his weapon and was ready to hug you when someone else approached you.

"Hey are you okay?" A man asked you.

You snapped your neck at him, putting your cries to a stop now embarrassed.

"Uhm, yeah I guess.." You just respond the man eyeing you up and down lustfully not going unnoticed by anyone. Jason still watching you two getting awfully angry.

"What's your name?"

"Uhm.. Y/n..." Now Jason was 100% sure you were his sibling!

"Well uh, it seems you're going through a tough time, why don't you uh.. Come inside my cabin and I can show you some to take your mind off some things." The man smirked, his breath stank. He really hasn't been taking care of himself

"Uhm no it's okay." You say uncomfortably, you didn't wanna do anything inappropriate where it's basically your brother's fucking grave.

"Aw c'mon don't be shy."

"No sir I'm not interested." You declined again. Now dropping the nice act.

When he gripped your wrist was when a machete came straight for his neck and blood spurred everywhere and you screamed.

Jason was not happy. How dare that drunken animal lay a dirty finger on his sibling. You tried to run away when a large man with a hockey mask held tightly on your arm and you just closed your eyes and prepared to die right then and there when you felt heavy arms and weight around you. You opened your eyes and saw the man hugging you, now you were confused. It stayed like that for a couple minutes when he stopped to look at you and signed "JASON".

"But, I don't understand. I thought you died?!"

He nodded which really confused you more but you remembered the coworkers talking about how he ressurected and if such things like scps can exist then so why not ressurection. and so now you were crying in his arms. Into the arms of your brother who you thought was dead for 2 decades. And was he

He was really really sad that you had to leave for your job but you promised you would visit him as much as you could and now he was a happy little Jason.

Head cannons tehe:

He is also scared of the scps and doesn't want you near them because he's scared they might cause you harm. Butttt 🍑🍑🍑 he has a chance of also becoming friends with more of the friendlier scps but uh I don't know how you're gonna get them to interact. He might find some of them cute like scp 999 or 059 though.

He is ruthless, dedicated and protective. Remember when he kept that girl captive in the 2009 movie just because she looked like his mother? He is really overprotective but he won't do that to you because he trusts you. <3

Talking about trust, he's been betrayed by all of the girls that look like his mother and so he's paranoid but like I said, he trusts you.

Only sad when you're gone, being alone in those woods must've been so boring,He just wants to spend time with his adorable sibling. 🥹

He also lets you know you mean a lot to him. 🫵either by gift giving or quality time, whatever. As long as you feel loved he is too.

If someone ever hurts you, just give him the description and he'll come back covered in blood.

Will probably have a shrine of you along with his mother whether you're dead or not.

#jason voorhees x reader #jason my beloved #jason voorhes x reader #jason vorhees imagine #jason vorhees x you #jason voorhees #jason vorhees headcanon #jason vorhees x reader #slasher x you #friday the thirteenth #friday the 13th #slasher x reader #x you fluff #scp foundation #scp writing #secure contain protect

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