Foundations Stories

Before kingdoms rose. Before magic was divided. Before the Stars themselves decided who would live and who would die, there was love. Elio, a mortal man of brilliance and heart, and Sophia, the Angel of Music, shared six years of quiet wonder. Together, they built a life full of warmth, creation, and devotion until betrayal tore it apart. When Elio was assassinated at the hands of the North Star, under the command of the Ether, Sophia was forced away from their children into a marriage that would ripple through time, binding angels and stars in uneasy alliance. But little did the gods know from that union came four children who would change the course of history forever. Tatiana, the firstborn, could sing before she could talk and dance before she could walk. Destined to lead in spirit, if not by title, she would one day found a kingdom of music- but first, she must survive the harshness of her own hands and the cruelties of war that would leave scars deeper than the body. Isaiah, calm and devout, devoted himself to Angels and their sacred law. But even the most faithful heart can be tested, and devotion can twist into obsession, driving a wedge between love, duty, and family. Lyric, marked by trauma and near death, discovered that words could heal what hands could not. Guarded yet kind, she learned to channel grief into prose, giving voice to the suffering of her people and finding light in the darkest moments. Rhian, the youngest, was different from the rest-no powers, only curiosity, and a mind determined to unravel the truths the angels preferred to hide. Science was his sanctuary, his rebellion, and his weapon in a world ruled by the unseen and the divine. The Wyrd siblings navigate faith and magic, art and invention, loyalty and rebellion. Each carries the weight of their parents' love, the shadow of their father's death, and the impossible expectation to survive in a world that demands perfection, obedience, and power. That was then. It leads to now.

I didn't ask for this power. It started small-heat curling in my palms on cold mornings, a breeze shifting when I whispered. Then the changes grew violent. Storms followed me. The ground cracked under my feet when I lost my temper. I thought I was becoming something extraordinary, maybe even chosen. I was wrong. They came for me at night. No sirens, no shouting-just the quiet efficiency of people who have done this before. Black suits, blank faces, weapons that hummed with a sound I could feel in my bones. They didn't call me by my name. They called me an 'anomaly.' Now I'm in a cell that smells of metal and antiseptic, walls too thick for sound to escape. There are no windows, only a single steel door and cameras that never blink. They've given me a number instead of a name, and they speak to me through intercoms like I'm something dangerous they can't risk touching. They say they're here to 'secure' me, to 'contain' me, to 'protect' the world from what I can do. But I can feel the storm inside me growing stronger every day, pressing against the edges of my control. I don't know if I'm the one who should be afraid... or if they should be afraid of me. Because sooner or later, something is going to break-and it won't be the walls. They say if I cooperate in their..... experiments.... Things could be better in this metal box of a cell. But who can I trust? Every day, I hear sirens, alarms, and sounds from beasts that can't even begin to take form in my wildest imagination. They say the correct things..... but is the CORRECT thing the RIGHT thing?

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This is going to be a realistic scenario where the SCP Foundation will battle against the Justice League.

When the Doomslayer steps into the labyrinthine halls of the SCP Foundation, nothing is safe-not the monsters, not the anomalies, and certainly not the secrets hidden in plain sight. Some SCPs will fall beneath his unstoppable fury. Others... might find a strange ally in him. Through blood, fire, and the echoes of containment breaches, he explores a world where every corner hides terror, and every corridor tests the limits of sanity. Amid the chaos, alliances form in the most unlikely of places. Families are built in the shadows of monsters. Friendships are forged in the heat of survival. But in a place like this, trust is fragile-and time will tell what lasts, what breaks, and what the Doomslayer will ultimately leave behind. Prepare for a journey where violence meets loyalty, horror meets humanity, and one warrior's path can change everything. ( inspiration Germanprokur and adamabyss12 and irongodauthor)

Short story. two girls who went opposite ways with two diffrent boys.

Just a fair warning this may contain violence and strong language.

This document pertains to the process and creation of new MTF members. Written by doctor -Redacted- If this document has been distributed to those who have not been given clearance by those with level 3 access or higher, those reading will be terminated. you have been warned.

"Hello and welcome from the SCP foundation. You might be feeling a little... Dizzy. Do not worry, that is a side effect of the drugs we gave you before waking up. You might be wondering where you are, and why we have put you in a cell. You are now part of operation "In the pines" where you will be put through the most vigorous of tests with fellow test subjects. What these tests will be are up to the scientists assigned to your group. Please, enjoy this testing period because you won't receive much more than that. " - The Administrator.

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All the SCP Foundation works in order.

Ren was supposed to die, at least he thought that, he woke up only to see the world in front of him, it seemed the same, until they arrived, the so called SCP Foundation. Now, Ren is an "SCP" or anomaly, but when he is given a chance to prove himself, prove his usefulness, and most of all, his need to protect humanity, he takes it. What if instead of dying and going back to his universe, Ren died and was transported to the SCP Universe, or multiverse? I own Warp Hunter

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