greetings, my name is 8014. i'm an scp at site-06-3, and have been residing here for around 2 years. i have no idea where i am honestly, but as long as my handlers let me keep this mobile device then i'm alright.
i am technically male but i don't care what you call me. he, she, they, it, scp, it doesn't matter at all to me. my birthday is june 16th, 1990; which makes me 26. i don't really know what else to say... ask me anything, if you want :o)
OOC INTRO + Reference Sheets:
HIIII!!! My name is ████ but you can just call me "S." I go by He/Him and It/Its. I'm the only one running this blog soooooo.... It's all me! If you want to learn more about me or learn more about my oc, click the "type words" box.
A little more about this blog:
SCP-(OC)-8014 is my Original Character, of course. It has the ability of electrokenisis, neuronal manipulation, and electrical sensing. Basically, anything electric. Think of it as Cole Macgrath from Infamous. I don't want to spill too much information but if you'd like to learn more about it, read the link below!
Item Number #: 8014-Δ LEVEL 3 CLEARANCE REQUIRED Object Class: Euclid Disruption Class: Vlam Risk Class: Warning Last Updated June 29th
Regarding some character design and references, heres what they look like!
Don't worry... I'll make more art of it soon, but in the meantime how about you explore this page, and if you already have, ask it something! I want this to be very much lore based so you know!!!
i have weed. THC. the jane. za even. maybe this isn't yours but,,, it would still be funny to track down that package and steal from you.
I 。 。月の神よ、忍耐をください 。 。
Right 。 I'll be on my way to recollect those packages from you, and get you somewhere not dangerous while I'm at it, maybe speak with Dr. Komorebi as well about this event 。I'll be off 。
i have weed. THC. the jane. za even. maybe this isn't yours but,,, it would still be funny to track down that package and steal from you.
I 。 。月の神よ、忍耐をください 。 。
Right 。 I'll be on my way to recollect those packages from you, and get you somewhere not dangerous while I'm at it, maybe speak with Dr. Komorebi as well about this event 。I'll be off 。
Very suddenly, it grabbed the collar of your uniform, slamming your body into the nearest surface. Its eyes gleamed a deep red, pupils blown out from its pure focus on SCP-11036. It digged at the back of its uniform, wielding a homemade shank that looks as if it was made of a loose tile, sharpened into a point.
Don't make me do this again. You know I never wanted to hurt you, but you... Pushed. Me too hard.
It brought the homemade knife to your throat, the blade threatening to cut through your particles.
Heaving violently, it rushed its hands to attempt to pull off the tendrils. It failed. In a last ditch effort, it charged up on as much energy as it could and discharged it all into the tendrils. It didn't care how painful it could be, it wanted to be far away from this shifter.
Very suddenly, it grabbed the collar of your uniform, slamming your body into the nearest surface. Its eyes gleamed a deep red, pupils blown out from its pure focus on SCP-11036. It digged at the back of its uniform, wielding a homemade shank that looks as if it was made of a loose tile, sharpened into a point.
Don't make me do this again. You know I never wanted to hurt you, but you... Pushed. Me too hard.
It brought the homemade knife to your throat, the blade threatening to cut through your particles.
Heaving violently, it rushed its hands to attempt to pull off the tendrils. It failed. In a last ditch effort, it charged up on as much energy as it could and discharged it all into the tendrils. It didn't care how painful it could be, it wanted to be far away from this shifter.
Very suddenly, it grabbed the collar of your uniform, slamming your body into the nearest surface. Its eyes gleamed a deep red, pupils blown out from its pure focus on SCP-11036. It digged at the back of its uniform, wielding a homemade shank that looks as if it was made of a loose tile, sharpened into a point.
Don't make me do this again. You know I never wanted to hurt you, but you... Pushed. Me too hard.
It brought the homemade knife to your throat, the blade threatening to cut through your particles.
Very suddenly, it grabbed the collar of your uniform, slamming your body into the nearest surface. Its eyes gleamed a deep red, pupils blown out from its pure focus on SCP-11036. It digged at the back of its uniform, wielding a homemade shank that looks as if it was made of a loose tile, sharpened into a point.
Don't make me do this again. You know I never wanted to hurt you, but you... Pushed. Me too hard.
It brought the homemade knife to your throat, the blade threatening to cut through your particles.
You could hear something shuffling in the vents. The screws on the cover seemed to be missing, the thin metal bent outward, like it had been kicked in. Through the cracks you could see a pair of glowing crimson dots. Something was watching you.
"What? Security — how does this thing work security! Get in my office now something is in my vents. A possible anomaly. And get someone to fix my vents it's been more than a week!"
The walkie talkie Dr. Buck was talking into seemed to have a massive wave of interference. Static was the only thing that rang out, deafening to any incoming transmissions. Just you, the device, and something now glaring at you through the vent grates. The kicked out metal shifted, shifting on the ceiling until it popped off from the rails keeping it put. In a moment of silence, the thin fingers death gripping the vent let go, making the cover clatter against the tiled floor.
You could see it now.
Someone, or rather something in a standard white SCP Uniform, with shoulder length black hair covered in dust bunnies. On its uniform it had three patches attached, a standard SCP logo, an electrical hazard warning, and a patch with four numbers. You couldn't see the numbers too well, but you knew it was a threat. Its eyes looked drained of life, too dark to even understand the concept of mercy.
It had a paper folded into a plane pressed between its lips, obscuring the lower half of its face. It grabbed the paper, aiming it for Buck. It let it flew, crawling back into the darkness of the vents.
The note seemed foreign, being written in an entirely different language. It wasn't rooted in latin, but it was too messy to even make out. There was only a single sentence of english.
"You might want to get more security, theres more than one of us up here."
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- @licking-anon
i feel so clean!!! thank you sluurper!!
It's hair was more dull, the shiny layer of grease licked clean off. Yes, it was disgusting, but it preferred that than... showering.
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- @licking-anon
i feel so clean!!! thank you sluurper!!
It's hair was more dull, the shiny layer of grease licked clean off. Yes, it was disgusting, but it preferred that than... showering.
i mean i look really effeminate, it used to get to the point people would call me a woman. i think there was a point where i'd wear cute things like that too.....
