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[rhouxl]

[SCP - O5 Council]

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[oldsportussy]

If you wonder where TJs nose went, I ate it

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[angelbroad]

SPILLED COFFEE

Fandom: SCP Foundation

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Relationship(s): Dr. Jack Bright/Lotus[fake Dr. Edith Feathers], Dr. Jack Bright/Dr. Edith Feathers

Characters: Dr. Jack Bright (SCP Foundation), Lotus[fake Dr Edith Feathers] (oc), other character(s) mentioned

Tags: hurt/comfort, comfort fic, dealing with grief, crying, bonding, implied relationships, Dr Bright needs a hug, dubious touching, nothing dirty, mild descriptions of violence, flowers, implied character death

Summary: Bright stumbles into Lotus in the hallway and it offers help despite not being asked to.

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Today was going to be a long day. Granted, it’s not like he could do anything fun within the Foundation’s reach anymore thanks to that ridiculously long list.

He was needed for an experiment later that day, so the best thing to do would be to just grab a hot beverage and wait the hours away. Maybe he could go and see Glass too.

He settled for coffee. He lightly blew on it for the hot liquid to become cold enough to drink as he walked merily down the mostly empty hallway. There wasn’t much commotion, suprisingly. Bright was used to the hallways of every building of the Foundation being flooded with researchers and guards, especially with him inside. But maybe he was overthinking things, he needed to find more ways to spend his time other than a cup of coffee. That very much unwelcome distraction came when he slightly sprinted around the corner, only to be met with someone else head first. Both him and the researcher fell to the ground, and the hot beverage was spilled all over the floor. “Ah dammit.” he said, only half-excited, “Now Gears will give me shit again for breaking another mug.”

The other figure got up first, and extended a hand to seemingly help him get up. Bright didn’t look up, and as he tucked on the hand for leverage, it detached from the figure’s body, with the vines that connected them being shown more clearly now. That accursed plant.

“Ah. Sorry.” the once-woman said in a jolly tone, the vines reconnecting the body parts back together with an uneasy squelching sound. Bright got up on his own, refusing to look at anything that wasn’t the spilled coffee on the floor.

The lotus expressed its apologies for the wasted beverage, but they knew that they wouldn’t give the man back his beverage by using only words. They started walking while dragging the red haired man down the hall by the sleeve of his labcoat, leaving him baffled. “What the hell are you doing?!” “I will make you coffee. Replace what was spilled.” the plant couldn’t form sentences properly, but they could still make their words have sense in them. They were walking to the break-room, one of them at least, with the flower leading and Jack reluctantly following the pull on his hand.

As they entered the relatively small room the male researcher took a seat on the table close to the kitchen counter, leaving the other entity to figure out the coffee machine by itself. Watching a plant in someone’s body trying to figure out how to use such simple things would be quite amusing, if that body wasn’t Edith’s. He stared at his hands on the table, toning everything else out. What had happened was, at some degree, predictable. So why did he feel such despair fill his heart? Is it perhaps because..he couldn’t tell his dearest friend his true feelings when she was still here?

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May 22nd, 2000. Bright and Feathers were heading toward the research area to assist in the SCP-Lotus study. Bright wasn’t sure what he was needed for, except maybe because he was bored and the O5 feared he might pull some antics. They weren’t wrong to assume that, really.

“The last host died about a week ago. We still don’t know if that thing is using the bodies it attaches to or if it’s just feeding off of them.” Edith sighed in annoyance. “Gee, thought you’d be more excited to get back to office!” Jack exclaimed, mimicking the way his friend walked. The dark haired woman tried containing her smile, only to give up and resort to giving him a nudge at the shoulder. She chuckled a little, before her hand reached to touch her left eye, concealed by an eyepatch, upon contact her brows furrowed a bit and her smile dissapeared.

Things had been difficult lately. Having to pluck your own eyeball out to prevent an infection wasn’t exactly ideal, though Feathers argued that for the Foundation it would be seen as just another Saturday, and Bright couldn’t really argue with that. Due to the injury, Edith was off-duty for a few weeks, returning to work only five days ago.

The Foundation is currently breathing down everyone’s necks to figure out exactly what this plant does. From the window overviewing the containment area, Feathers explained that the flower seems sentient enough to move around on its own upon sensing an open area from which it can enter the body of a host. Much like a previously discovered object, scp-035, it has the ability to scramble the host’s brain waves, seemingly altering them. This by its own wouldn’t be anything new, however this particular object kept the host’s body fresh throughout the period of about thirty days, continuously making changes in the brain before eventually causing the body of the host to rapidly decay and proceed to exit their body entirely. The way it functions is still a mystery to everyone.

Soon after, the D-Class for the next test had entered the containment area along with two researchers, including Edith Feathers, and five armed guards.

The D-Class received a wound in his gut, leaving a pathway for the object to enter the body. However, the flower was unmoving. Surprised, Feathers asked the other researcher to take notes. The other gave an affirming nod, while the latter stepped closer to the D-Class, and by extension closer to the flower. As she reached her hand toward the wounded man, the flower sprung to action, using its roots to leap into the air, and found ground in Feathers’ face. The amethyst eyed woman let out a surprised yelp as the object made contact. The guards rushed in to help, but the damage was already done. The vines and roots slipped underneath the eyepatch, finding home inside the hole where Edith’s left eye used to be.

Upon realizing what had happened, the guards escorted the other researcher out of the containment area, Bright watching in disbelief and horror as his friend let out a final gut-wrenching scream while holding onto her head, pulling out her black locks of hair, before finally falling to the ground limp.

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He was brought back to the present by a warm object making contact with his hands. It was a coffee mug, with a reddish-brown liquid inside. He looked up to see the lotus sitting beside him. “I think I figured it out!” it said excited, the vines from the flower pulling the limp mouth into a wide grin, and as the right eye closed he could just barely make out the thorns pulling the eyelid.

Not trusting what it had in store, Bright took a sniff of the liquid “This smells nothing like coffee. What did you put in here?” before the other got to respond, he got up to empty the contents of the mug into the sink. As he turned toward the coffee machine, he saw an open bottle of vinegar tipped over. “Did you...use vinegar to make coffee?” “Well, I saw Iceberg use vinegar for machine yesterday. So figured that is how coffee is made.” He knew this was supposed to be a dangerous entity, but 343 was it stupid. The only reason it was allowed to freely roam was because despite its possibly dangerous abilities, it was generally harmless.

He let out a groan and poured himself a glass of water, and then sat across from the other. He took a sip of the water and pointed at the glass. “This is what we use for coffee, not what you put in there. Iceberg was probably using it to clean the machine.” the vines contorted the mouth to an ‘o’ shape. He gave a sigh, figuring he didn’t have the courage to make another cup of coffee.

As they sat in silence, Bright begun reminiscing about the past. It was just Edith, Simon, and himself, almost an inseperable bunch. She used to make the best coffee for all of them, and she treated Jack more like an actual human instead of just another anomallous entity. A hand touched his own, startling him. It was the lotus. He gave an annoyed sound before seeing the confused expression on the thing’s face. “You are sad.” He turned away to ask the next question, “Why do you care if I am?” “Former cared about you, a lot.” it said pointing at itself, Bright finally turning to look at it.

There was a small pause before the flower continued. “When I go inside host’s brain, I can see the memories, feelings. This one...cared a lot about you. And I feel sad too.” Jack stared at the form in front of him, unable to believe what he was hearing. “What...what do you mean?” he asked. It looked down as it spoke, “Took away loved one. An important person.” it lifted its head back and got up, “But I want to help.” the red haired man could only stare. The lotus moved toward him, and before he could react, he was enveloped into a hug.

“W-What are you doing?!-” “I saw Clef doing this with Kondraki and Say. Comforting gesture.” Bright wasn’t sure if he even wanted this action to happen. He put his glass on the table and let his hands drop on his sides. Still, the hug wouldn’t loosen. He missed this, he missed Edith, he missed everything about their relationship. He knew he would outlive her, but he never wanted her image immotalized by some macabre parasite. Still, it felt so warm. Soon enough, tears started streaming down his face as he pulled the woman in a tighter embrace, and the flower allowed it, simply because it wanted to bring this one good human the comfort he deserved.

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Author's note: About time I brought back SCP! The demo for the new game SCP Files got me so excited and the scp fan inside me has awaken once more. Anyway, have my comfort ship from this fandom ^^

[fruitgummultiifandom]

"I Kinda Forgot To Tell You I'm America,"

Aaron and Alfred have both been working alongside eachother since the Foundation and American government decided to cooperate. Somehow, it had slipped Alfred's mind to inform Aaron of his full anomlous nature.

O5-1 skidded down the hallway, pelting down as fast as he could.

Earlier that day, a cross-test had failed disastrously, killing off many of the fresh recruits the Foundation had just received just a month ago.

A diplomat of the American government, Alfred F. Jones, was among the lucky ones who survived the rampage of whatever creature that was accidentally set loose, surviving with grim injuries that would likely kill him off soon.

Bursting open the doors, O5-1 watched many doctors swarming around the dead and injured, corpses being covered with any available blankets.

Looking around the place, he was soon directed towards where Alfred layed. His own worry spiked in alarm when he saw how blue the other man was.

"Aaron?" "Aaron Siegel?" He rasped out, his shoulder violently shaking when coughing. O5-1 didn't respond, only staring at how much blood was being absorbed into the bandages wrapped around Alfred.

"You worried about this?" Alfred asked through lidded eyes, his finger pointing at his bandaged wound. Alfred's smile only grew into a grin of amusement, "Can't die you know," "Fuck you SCP-001, I live another day!" He yelled out in slurred speech, shaking his fist in the air.

O5-1 knew that Alfred was slightly anomlous because of his superhuman strength, but was he actually immortal?

"Your-, wait-, how much blood have you lost?" O5-1 asked hysterically, beginning to clutch at his hair. Really, he was not one to panic so easily, but he knew the President would be absolutely furious with the Foundation if Alfred died.

Without warning, Alfred's half-intelligible ranting was interrupted when his head dropped down, the rest of his body collapsing seconds later. Two doctors scurried over to Alfred, trying to keep him conscious.

For a few seconds, O5-1 struggled to take out a vial of SCP-006 from his pockets, his sweating hands not helping.

Once he shoved the bottle into Alfred's mouth, O5-1 sighed in relief, kneeling next to him.

Soon, Alfred started spluttering and choking on the liquid to Aaron's relief.

Alfred's eyes shot open as he hastily pushed himself upwards into a sitting position, causing both his and O5-1's head to clash into eachother.

O5-1 rubbed the left side of his head in pain from the collision, Alfred suffering a coughing fit.

"What the hell did you put in my mouth," Alfred asked while spluttering. "It tastes like horse piss,"

"Medicine," Aaron replied back stiffly. Alfred nodded, with an incredibly displeased expression on his face.

"That stuff from the Fountain doesn't work on me," He replied laughing, Aaron's eyes widening in surprise. "Just interrupted my chat with Death," "Also, I think I've forgotten to tell you that I'm America," "I'll tell you more later when I'm feeling better,"

One of the medics that were treating Alfred gave him an incredulous looks, O5-1 staring at Alfred as if he had turned mad. Recollecting his memories slowly, he recounted all the other strange abilities Alfred possessed, as well as his mysterious link to the American government.

"You forgot?" O5-1 inquired, wondering if Alfred was messing with him.

"Give it some time to think about it, most people have had a hard time believing me,"

[gyokairui-1618]

WORLD’S SCARIEST GRANDMOM（世界一おっかないおばあちゃん）ことO5-5さん。 複眼と若いverは完全に私のヘッドカノン（妄想）でしか無いから注意だぞ！！

■登場作品・その1 SCP-3043「私立探偵マーフィー・ロゥ - 3043は殺しのタイプ」 元記事： http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-3043 著者：The Great Hippo 翻訳版： http://ja.scp-wiki.net/scp-3043 翻訳：C-Dives ■登場作品・その2 SCP-3241「蒸気船ゾンマーフェルト号」 元記事： http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-3241 著者：The Great Hippo 翻訳版： http://ja.scp-wiki.net/scp-3241 翻訳：C-Dives CC-BY-SA 3.0 SCP Foundation

[ourshyartcollection]

SCP-Confidential: Dr. Anya Phalanx

*This is a work of fanfic and not considered canon*

Name: Phalanx, Anya

Clearance: Level 5 

Personnel Classification: Site Director, Site-000

Age: 29 [REDACTED] [Under Threat of Bodily Harm]

Ethnicity: South Asian, Indian

Relatives: 

Mother & Father 

speculated to be part of a less radical sect of G.O.I.: Serpents Hand

Whereabouts: Unknown

Possession of anomalous abilities: Unknown

Younger Brother

Pending member of G.O.I.: Gamers Against Weed

Whereabouts: Currently mapping the multi-verse

Possession of anomalous abilities: Technopathy, multiverse-hoper

>>

Personnel File: Dr. Anya Phalanx has been shown to be focused and near-obsessive while at her work, even forgetting to eat and sleep; off work, her personality becomes completely polarized, showing the same level of carelessness and unpredictability the same level as Dr. Bright. She has also shown great empathy and compassion to SCP’s, especially to SCP-5050.

Dr. Phalanx was inducted into Foundation when she made contact with one of our agents and showed proof that she knew of the foundation's existence. She was brought in for questioning and was later offered a job as a Site Director for an experimental open-air containment facility designated Site-000; this was a direct order by O5 command.

Note: Why O5 command gave the order is unknown, and highly unusual; seeing as the decision to hire Ms. Phalanx had no important impact on the foundation what so ever.

**

{Security_Footage: █/█/██ Wednsday}

<Phalanx walks in and is greeted by Foundation agent working the counter>

Agent: Welcome to Wendys, would you like to try our limited time specials?

Phalanx: Not today, I just need to speak to your manager.

Agent: I’m sorry ma'am, the manager isn’t in today if you have a complaint, please feel free to go to our website and-

Phalanx: Not that manager.

<Phalanx pulled out a Foundation ID badge of ████, currently MIA and handed it towards the agent>

Phalanx: I would like to speak to your manager, it’s important that I do.

Agent: Uh... Please wait while I call management.

Anya Phalanx: It’s fine, call “management”, I’ll be waiting.

<The agent contacted Foundation personnel to extract Phalanx and bring her to [REDACTED] for questioning>

**

Interviewee: Anya Phalanx

Interviewer: Agent ████

Foreward: Initial interrogation/interview on how Ms. Phalanx discovered the foundation, and how she was able to obtain foundation property. [Part/audio have been cut/deleted by direct order of O5 command]

<Begin Log>

Anya Phalanx: So... Got any snacks? I’m Kinda hungry.

Agent ████:  I’m afraid not Ms. Phalanx, so if you wouldn’t mind telling me, wha-?

Anya Phalanx: You want to know how much do I know about the SCP Foundation right? And Please call me Anya.

Agent ████: Uh... Alright Anya, if you already know the question, then you know we want to hear the answers, for your sake.

Anya Phalanx: Alright, I want one thing first!

Agent ████: And what is that one thing?

Anya Phalanx: I want a job.

Agent ████: Excuse me!?

Anya Phalanx: You heard me.

Agent ████: A-Alright, as long as you’ll tell me what you know.

Anya Phalanx: Great, so if I remember correctly the foundation was created by [REDACTED] after the discovery of [REDACTED], which was designated the first SCP, although this may not be the original foundation since humanity did die a few times but was brought back due to the SCP-[REDACTED]. And don’t even get me started on the fact that you have no idea which [REDACTED] is actually the first or the fact that the O5 has [REDACTED] that it’s-

 Agent ████: Stop, stop! most of what you just said is already above my clearance level, look just wait here and you’ll get your job interview underway-.

Anya Phalanx: Oh, sorry I know you were just gonna send me to D-Class so I’m not waiting, and when I said I wanted a job I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to them.

Agent ████: Wha-what, a-are y~ou- *Agent ████ was rendered unconscious*

Anya Phalanx: Alright, now that they’re unconscious that just leaves you guys and me, so great and might O5 how about we have a little chat, and if you think you can just get rid of me: latitude [Data Expunged], longitude [Data Expunged], so now that you know I have leverage, Lets talk.

*File Expunged by direct order of O5 command*

>>

Note: Ms. Phalanx had been hired as a doctor and Site Director of Site-000 and is free to do with the site as she pleases, what she’s a doctor of is under speculation.

[adhdo5]

Thank you @foundationdown for the edit

[rhouxl]

He gets to wear casual stuff too every once in a while

Also first time properly showing off the white marks woo

[SCP - O5-8 "Dogwood" - he/they]