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tsp-scp-narrator · 9 months
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Markus: "What? Me being an object head? Th-That's silly, I'm a regular human, s-see???"
Finnley: "Riiiiiiight. I can totally see your cable, 'regular human'."
Finnley aka 432 from my "The Narrator is invisible" AU meets Markus aka 432 from my "SCP crossover" AU.
Poor Markus just wants to have a regular life...
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tsp-scp-narrator · 10 months
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The orange wearing D-Classes are basically prisoners made of the worst people you can imagine. The SCP Foundation uses them as cannon fodder in their tests. D-432 had to endure many, many tests, one crueler than the other. (Let's just say there's a reason why he looks like a blonde bearded Stanley.)
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tsp-scp-narrator · 10 months
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Greetings Mr. Teller,
It's been a while since my last correspondence. How have you been? I have reason to suspect there's been a few new surprises since then and perhaps some story development. I've also heard about your friend. Stanley something. He seems pretty cool and a very reliable friend.
I've not properly introduced myself, have I? For the purposes of our correspondence, you can call me Allison if you wish. I'm not exactly too picky with what people call me. Just as long as they're somewhat reasonable.
Sincerely,
Allison
P.S I have been assured others may send you messages before too long.
Reginald appeared a little too excited about the printed letter Stanley handed him.
After reading the text thoroughly, Reginald pulled out his fountain pen and began to write a reply.
"Dear Allison,
I am truly honoured to address you by your name. In this regard, you may call me 'Reginald'.
Yes, Stanley is my best friend and, since the incident, the only one at the Foundation who is allowed to treats me like a normal person.
No one is allowed to hurt him, he is my protagonist. He is perfect.
In fact, a lot has happened since your last letter.
During an escape walk on our part, Stanley and I got lost in the branching corridors of the Foundation. To find our way back, I tried to create a guide with my powers, but there was nothing nearby that I could take. Fortunately, my shadow hands had an idea and grabbed my leather belt, which they turned into the Line.
Thanks to the Line, Stanley and I found our way back.
However, the Line refuses to disappear again, now haunts my belt and pretends to be part of my body.
Stanley said it resembled some kind of "devil's tail".
What? I'm not that diabolical. I just love to put those researcher morons in their place by turning them into objects. No one can stop me. No one.
That's silly. It's just a belt. I hope I can successfully remove it at some point. At the moment it seems to be stuck to my trousers and I don't want to cut the fabric.
It would be my biggest nightmare if I lost my humanity because of that "tail".
I think I'll just pretend it's not there. I've instructed Stanley to do the same.
I'm sure I'll get my access rights and permission to research back once I've convinced my bosses of the usefulness of my powers, and then I'll find a way to get rid of this belt.
I wonder what kind of objects I can turn my bosses into.
Until then, I will continue to work on my story with Stanley.
With best regards,
Reginald."
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tsp-scp-narrator · 10 months
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A dark room.
A figure scurried to one of the many computers that had been switched off. First a soft click sounded, then the computer booted up with a low whirring sound.
Stanley looked around nervously. No one was there but him.
He quickly typed in a few lines, hastily shut down the computer, and then disappeared back into the darkness.
"Where have you been, Stanley?" Reginald asked him anxiously as Stanley stood in front of him again.
"In the closet," Stanley lied with a grin. "I had taken the wrong door."
"You're a silly one, Stanley..."
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Stanley's letter made it past the firewall and landed in the depths of the Internet.
"Dear friend,
I'm already doing my best, but there's nothing I can do about Reggie's loneliness. I'm sure it would make him happy if he could get another letter from you.
Sincerely yours,
Stanley."
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tsp-scp-narrator · 10 months
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Reginald is approaching in a dancing manner.
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"What? A tail? Don't be silly, Stanley. It's clearly a belt."
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tsp-scp-narrator · 10 months
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Reginald only wanted to give Stanley a guide, like a line he could follow. But there wasn't anything nearby his shadow hands could use.
And that's why they took over his belt, too.
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tsp-scp-narrator · 10 months
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Whiteboard doodles of Invis, Sky, my other Narrator Reginald and his Stanley.
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tsp-scp-narrator · 10 months
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Stanley hugs everyone behind the computer screen.
"The interaction was short but it made Reggie really happy. Thank you very much."
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tsp-scp-narrator · 10 months
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A better look at Reginald with his glowing eyes and reality bending shadow hands.
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tsp-scp-narrator · 10 months
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This drawing was part of the "draw something with the lasso tool only" challenge on Discord. I've decided to draw Stanley being in the "reality bubble" that got created by Reginald.
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tsp-scp-narrator · 11 months
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Research Report
Anomaly SCP Number [REDACTED].
Danger level: Euclid
Name: Reginald Teller
Age: 60
Gender: Male
Upon examination of his blood, human and ████ DNA was found. It is therefore suspected that Mr. Teller is half human, half ████.
His height is 175 cm / 5'7". Due to enormous fluctuations, his body weight cannot be clearly measured.
Mr. Teller himself claims that his weight is "appropriate."
Mr. Teller is a man with graying hair and a full beard. He was once a scientist assigned to study SCP-[REDACTED], but since incident number ███, SCP-[REDACTED] has been neutralized and Mr. Teller acquired its capabilities.
Due to the previously mentioned incident number ███, Mr. Teller appears "nightmarish" to anyone who looks at him. Some subjects report that he would appear to them like a gigantic spider with a headless corpse hanging from it; others said he was an enormous black cloud with countless black hands sticking out of it.
Mr. Teller himself claims that he has hardly changed externally.
His abilities consist of being able to temporarily transform organic and non-organic matter into any object with the help of the shadow hands that grow from his shoulders. This process may be painless, but test subjects report a traumatizing experience and have tearfully begged for their memories to be erased afterwards.
Currently, Mr. Teller is in a secured office space in Sector ██, but is able to leave at any time. It is recommended that you should not approach him with hostility and should endure any sudden transformations until he has left. If memory wiping is needed, one should report to Ms. ████ in the ████████ department.
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Anomaly SCP number [REDACTED]-A
Danger level: Euclid
Name: Stanley ████
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Stanley is a human male who looks average. He has an average height and weight. He is so normal and unremarkable that colleagues who talked to him forgot his face after a short time.
Aside from being unnaturally normal and average, Stanley has no special characteristics.
Since the containment breach ████-█ of ██.██.████, Stanley has been in the constant company of SCP-[REDACTED] Mr. Reginald Teller.
During interviews, it was found that Stanley regards SCP-[REDACTED] Mr. Teller as a "kind looking old man" and reacts in a confused manner when approached about the "nightmarish" appearance reported by various test subjects.
It is strongly discouraged to harm Stanley in any way, as SCP-[REDACTED] Mr. Teller reacts violently to any form of aggression.
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tsp-scp-narrator · 11 months
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Greetings Mr. Teller. You look so cool! Do you like stories? I enjoy a good detective novel but have occasionally dabbled in Lovecraftian horror inspired works and immediately follow it up with the cutest fanfics known to mankind.
After reading the letter, Reginald scratched his chin thoughtfully and took a sip of coffee from the cup Stanley had placed on the table for him.
"Dear person, whom I now know a little better, but who is still relatively unknown to me,
I thank you again for your letter.
Before the incident with SCP-[REDACTED] I unfortunately had no time for books and had at most studied the operating instructions for the coffee machine from time to time. The stupid thing still doesn't work properly. Anyway, Stanley introduced me to the colourful world of literature and I developed a special fondness for fantastic novels about other worlds without anomalies. And mangos manga, their creative and dynamic image design thrills me every time. Love stories too, I always end up crying at the end of them.
I think I'll take the opportunity to familiarise myself with horror stories, as you have done.
With well-read regards,
Reginald Teller."
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tsp-scp-narrator · 11 months
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Greetings. May this letter find you well. I am excited to hear about what you are working on during your stay at the foundation.
The sound of a printer interrupted the silence. A hand grabbed the still warm paper. A hand that belonged to the most normal man in the world - Stanley. He looked briefly at the printed text, then turned and held up the page. A black, foggy hand took the paper.
Professor Reginald Teller, a former renowned scientist by trade, read what Stanley had printed out for him.
"Fascinating," he commented. His yellow eyes always seemed to stare at you, no matter where you were in the room. "I thought the Foundation checks all email inboxes."
"Actually, they do, but this letter reached me anyway. Maybe it's an anomaly?" guessed Stanley, shrugging.
"Anyway, it's a nice change," Reginald replied.
One of the many hands that protruded from the black mass on Reginald's body lengthened, grabbed some paper and a pen and began to write a reply.
Stanley watched him do so, relaxed. Unlike everyone else, he was able to see Reginald's true form. To him, there sat a kindly old man.
For everyone else, there was the spawn of their worst nightmares sitting at the table.
"Dear person unknown to me,
thank you for your kind letter.
Actually, my work is subject to the strictest secrecy, but I something tells me that you're trustworthy. Besides, the Foundation can kiss my behind.
Until its neutralisation, I was responsible for the anomaly SCP-[REDACTED]. A black cloud from which countless thin sketchy arms protruded and which had the power to morph any inanimate object into a new one. In doing so, it ignored the rules of physics and was able to create a regular 6 gram pen from even a 10 kilo weight.
Since an incident, which I will not go into, I have acquired the abilities of this anomaly. As a result, the Foundation has stripped me of my rank, locked me up and now only refers to me as SCP-[REDACTED]. This I take as an insult, knowing full well that SCP-[REDACTED] no longer exists.
Despite these obstacles, I have resolved to carry out my new project. With the help of Stanley, I will prove to the Foundation how practical my new powers can be. For the start, I will develop a story in which I will be able to put my skills to the test.
I am very sure that the Foundation will like my work once it is finished.
Take care of yourself wherever you may be.
Yours sincerely,
Reginald Teller."
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To Stanley, Reginald looks like a nice old man.
To everyone else, he looks like nightmare fuel.
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Expression challenge with Stanley.
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