site-92

the official blog of site-92 in [REDACTED]

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This is an intro post for the staff and SCPs being held here until further notice from the higher-ups or contained:

[STAFF]:

Dr. 'Lavender': astronomy researcher

Dr. Miyuki Hayashi: assistant head of botany

Dr. Cameron: Containment specialist

Dr. Aria Wilson: Junior researcher

Lyalka: janitor

Agent Kai + Agent Ashville: on site security

MTF Iota-12 'Russian Winter'

Mrs. Evans: head of medical

Director Katarina: Site director

Dr. Viana: literature department

Researcher Olson: trainee

Mr. Keith: literature archivist

[SCPs]:

SCP-9361: disconnected from reality

SCP-[REDACTED]-B: 'her'

SCP-9256: 'Steve'

SCP-[pending classification]: stary

SCP-9673-A: child of the snow moon

[LOGS OF THE FOUNDATION ARCHIVES]:

roses bloom among snow

death's paradoxal nightmare

[SCP FILES]:

9673-A

[drbucks-ho]

I am you

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And you are me

- Dr. Lavender

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They let me outta the basement

-Agent Kai

[drbucks-ho]

First part of the 'council of nothingness' scp au revamp, ft. Menodora(one with nudity so this is your tw) site-92 logo along with her scp file

Tw nudity on this one

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This is why we don't play garthic phone in this site

-site director Katarina

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Death's paradoxal nightmare

/mentions of 049 and Dr. Hayashi\

Everything was dark... breach alarms in the background of the blurring chaos of an empty dark room. A woman with short choppy brown hair with dyed streaks sat on the floor empty Euthyrox bottle next to her she felt numb just sat there as the alarms kept going off and the screaming of innocent staff mixed with pre-recorded breach alarms that they changed what? Once every 10 years. As it continued the woman sat there... she was dead meat stabbed in the stomach by a delusional plague doctor who saw no point in 'curing' her with his shitty touch. She just leaned against the empty room's wall like she already accepted that she was going to meet her demise, but hey at least it'd be a slow painless death.. she slowly closed her eyes as her mind started to relax her breathing slow along with heart beat. She sat there silently before she heard a little girl's laugh which caused her eyes to shoot open. She stood in a field a little girl running in the field looking happy... the young child noticed her and ran up to her with a smile on her face as she spoke up; "Hai I'm [REDACTED] and you are?" The child smiled happily looking up at the woman with the bleeding wound, "I'm Dr. Lavender.." the woman responded dully, odd when the child said her name it sounded like static to her, then the whole white field cracked and the woman fell through the cracked ruins until she landed in a completely dark room.. there stood a 7 foot tall entity, multiple eyes veil, two pairs of arms, it looked at her before speaking; "Another soul dying in that dark pit of dread and sorrow?" The distorted voice mused curiously, the woman on the floor didn't seem afraid "you know..?", "of course I do after all.. I am Death's purest most loved creature, and you died... though you're past will tell me if you come back." It walked towards her, standing before her.. the woman still had that dull look in her eyes, the creature talked with her and when not satisfied it let her fall over and over through that pit.. the woman felt faint finally.. she'd finally die.. until she heard a faint voice yelling 'Lavender!'.. she tried to ignore it but as it reached out she felt a chain around her wrist... she was in Death's paradox of pain and misery, she'd knew it was inevitable for her to die one way or another but she hadn't expected it so soon right when she finally met the woman she loved.. the torture felt like forever she could feel every bit of her past turning into static she'd be completely powerless to know..who she really was, Death seemingly getting bored sent her pathetic body back to the mortal realm to die and bleed out.. Lavender opened her eyes, it was all a nightmare, a nightmare, she got out of bed and looked into the mirror unable to remember the past which felt like static to her..

[drbucks-ho]

Character sheet of Dr. Viana of site-92

W lab coat

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How the fuck did you get a character sheet before us?

Because I get bitches.

-dr. Lavender

-Dr. Viana

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Who the fuck gave you a phone, I'm genuinely curious...

I should probably call cyber-security department...

-Dr. Lavender

-Dr. Cameron

( @ask-scp-076 )

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If someone asks where the fuck we've been the phone kinds got lost in heavy containment so yeah

— Dr. Lavender

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Happy new Years to us and you all now if you'll exsuce me I'll go drink

And I'll go kmy

— director Katarina

— Dr. Lavender

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Merry Christmas

— director Katarina

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❤️❤️I love this image..🥹❤️❤️

— Mr. Keith

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I want to eat Dr. Viana

"Uh... I'm not food."

— Dr. Viana

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"...How do you tell someone if they keep taking double doses of Euthyrox despite it being prescribed to them is just being cruel to themselves."

— Mrs. Evans

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[NEW DEPARTMENT]:

Literature department:

Description- intrest in books? Tales? Ballads? Epics? Well look no further than the literature department of the SCP Foundation, they keep track of any anomalies that are in a form of literature having the worst mind bending and reforming ideals and anomalous affects one can imagine.

Staff for literature‐ Dr. Olson, Mr. Keith

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"I have a question for you people... where does this sentence; 'SO YOUR A VIRGIN? NICE NICE!' Come from.. Dr. Wilson has been playing that song over and over for the past 5 fucking hours and I THIS close into throwing her out into the fucking snow."

— director Katarina