V.Pog – författare

Imagine you walk into a house. Nothing seems out of the ordinary - it's just someone's home full of perfectly innocuous and mundane objects: furniture, teacups, toothbrushes. But your employers wouldn't call you here for no reason. So, you know for certain that one of these things can kill you, turn you into an abomination, or even teleport the whole room to another dimension. And it is YOUR job to find it... quick, unless you want to get disposed of.

Mobile Task Force Zeta-9, also known as "Mole Rats," was dispatched to deal with a strangely overgrown coral-like formation on the ocean floor. The mission went terribly wrong when tentacles burst out of the coral and swallowed corporal H???? alive. What happened next? Well, some facts have been classified for a good reason.

SCP-507 may seem like an ordinary guy. Cheerful and chatty, somewhat overweight, sporting no outstanding characteristics- Other than the ability to uncontrollably teleport to random alternate realities and back. If not for his undying optimism and curiosity, who knows how he would have coped with the horrors of these crazy worlds.

It was the first time Dr. Hamm felt so intrigued by his designated SCP object. A strange beak-masked humanoid has been brought in the Foundation's custody swinging its cane and claiming it must find a cure for "the Pestilence". What's more, it seems to be quite intelligent. Surely, there would be no harm in allowing it to carry out some experiments and reanimate a few corpses under his supervision?

A God once came from the folds of reality and offered many miracles to the people of this world. His tears would cleanse their minds and His holiness would power their advanced machines. Still, this beautiful realm fell to corruption. Was human nature the reason for this? Or maybe this God of theirs was never really God at all?