It was vivid - everything felt odd - not like any dreams she ever had in her life, yet it was as if her mind was somewhere familiar. The ground was gray like concrete and the sky was pitch white with tall forest trees that somehow managed to grow from cracks of the concrete looking ground.

"Where…where am I?" Wendy inquired, looking around at the bizarre environment.

"We are inside your mindscape, your dream - you and I need to have a chat," a masculine voice said, which prompted her to turn around to see a man of indeterminate age with a 1950s-style business dress and a hat sitting in a park chair, "Don't worry. I'm not a one-eyed triangle demon coming to haunt your dreams or steal your body," he jested with a chuckle at his own joke, which only made her high on alert as she realized that this entity knew of Bill.

"Who are you?" she asked inquisitively

"The Foundation calls me SCP-990, but you can call me Tony, come sit," he gestured to the chair. Cautiously, she walked and sat at a distance from the uncertain figure.

"So 'Tony', care to explain what you're doing in my head?" The Corduroy was suspicious of this intruder. If there is one thing she had learned upon hearing the story of Ford's folly with Bill, it is that you can never trust someone who comes to your dreams to communicate - your muse just may be a demon.

"Normally, I would communicate with the Foundation in dreams, but this involves you, as well as the Pines," he said nonchalantly.

"Who is this 'Foundation'? And again, you haven't answered my question."

"You will find out soon enough when the time comes. You're a smart girl, so believe me - don't let your stubbornness deny my warning like how Ford ignored Fiddleford's warning about Bill, because what I'm going to tell and show you is even bigger than that egotistical nacho."

"I don't even know you dude. Look, I just had a crazy night, so skip the riddled sage stuff and let me sleep in peace," she stated, annoyed with the cryptic answers. Why can't supernatural beings be straight?

"Oh? Aren't you even a bit interested in knowing what happened to your mother?" He told her with condescension, which made the redhead's cool expression turn dark. The day her mother was gone was the darkest moment of their family's lives, she had to take the maternal figure in her family, her own youngest sibling Gus years had mistaken her as his mother.

"What do you know of my mother?" She demanded in an agitated tone with one hand holding one of the armrests of the chair with force.

"All in good time, but first: let me show you why ignoring me will be the biggest mistake of your life."

Suddenly everything changed, the man was no longer there so as the chair as everything changed and morphed like images with emotions and knowledge, Countless futures all ended in the world's ending each more horrific than the other likes of which would make a nuclear war look merciful.

From one where emotionless statue-looking humanoids with blades with nothing but contempt for life killing everyone at sight with bandages of a circular shaped star with 3 arrows pointing at each other.

to one where a broken red sun turns people into fleshy abominations by it's accursed light.

A malevolent tendril that enslaved all human race in their very psyche.

A world where death was no longer in equation and thus life became a straining cancer upon the universe and the living in an eternal ouroboros cycle of suffering without the sweet release of death.

A war between forces of metal and flesh the latter changing and twisting flesh like pottery with their homunculus of meat and the first employing automatrons and replacing their own bodies with metallic parts some looking barely human so as some of the army of the flesh with two incalculable sized beings watching the war one looking like flesh itself personified while the other looking like cogs and machine parts conjured together to make a machine god.

Ruins of long dead modern day civilization filled with vegetation lost to time with things that used to be contained roaming freely.

The universe is enveloped by the forces of entropy.

Thirsty gods awakened to unleash their terrible powers.

And finally in a place where everything was on flames with countless corpses and carnage some looking like humans others did not on a soil sated by blood an incomprehensible towering otherworldly scarlet and black figure with two big antlers, a burning floating crown, gnarled claws for fingers, a cloak of sentient darkness and brimstone, armor and flesh indistinct and many baleful eyes on its body in front of a burning tree whose mere sight sent shiver with primal terror to her likes of which none of the creatures of Gravity Falls, not the Creepy Man and not even facing apocalypse could draw such reaction from, for the first time in years Wendy lost her cool as she looked in horror feeling every instict screaming to her to run, the figures surrounding the Scarlet figure were 6 smaller black figures plus one that in contrast to others was illuminated in light, the said scarlet figure with his colossal twisted sword raise it up commanding legions of leviathans and monstrosities racing relentlessly that would make even the monsters of Weirdmageddon look tame in comparison to lay waste at anything they see, she tried to run but the unholy legion got to her and so she closed her eyes for her immediate demise, except that didn't happen. Only to return to the chair she sat on with the unknown figure.

"What…w-what was that!?" she gazed shakily at the man with business clothing, who seemed sympathetic instead of smug this time.

"That…is a few of many possibilities that the world can end, the last one with the discount devil himself? That is the one immediately needed to be concerned about so listen closely to what I say," he spoke seriously, dropping any humor. "Find the tickle monster, liberate the wonders, use 914, stop the ritual; and most important of all, remember," he announced in a mystifying fashion.

"What? I don't understand what you even mean!" The teenager's volume got a bit louder in frustration at all these riddles.

"No time to explain. For what it's worth kid, I'm sorry," he vocalized solemnly.

"Sorry? For what?" The more answers he gave, the more questions were created for her.

The mysterious man got up and walked away, "I'm sorry for what happened, and for what's to come." The redhead teen got up and tried to reach him only for everything to go dark, replaced with the same recollection she saw in the pocket dimension of a hooded man with the same sigil during snowy weather at night carrying his mother to the dark forest.

"NO, WAIT!" she shouts and is now on her bed. She was in her room on her bed half-stranded up in the waking world with morning sunlight brightening her room from the window breathing fast with a cold sweat.

Was it real, or was it just a dream? It didn't feel like a dream, dreams aren't this vivid. She processed all this as her panting became slower.

"KIDS! BREAKFAST TIME!" her father shouted from the living room.

"I'M COMING!" she shouted out back, before she went to the bathroom and cleaned her face, looking at the mirror still trying to think what she should do next while she stared at her reflection.


Dipper was writing in his journal on the monster which he and others encountered last night which he named 'The Creepy Man' due to what Aé called him and the discovered cryptids, typically he worked himself to sleep from exhaustion as he slept with his blue journal with a Pine Tree sign half-opened and unknown to him SCP-7044 has sat on his head sleeping.


Last night…

"Hold on, so you don't even know how your powers came?" He was questioning Rainer Miller about his ability to summon things from portals.

"Well, I'm certainly sure my biological parents weren't aliens or got bitten by a radioactive bug; otherwise, I would have developed cancer," he joked with a shrug from his shoulder. His abilities wouldn't be so 'anomalous' if anyone knew how he acquired such powers. "Sorry dude, I'm as much in the dark about the origin of my powers as you are." he apologized, the Pines boy hummed in answer, though SCP-4051 made sure he wouldn't slip anything about the Foundation.


Annoyingly, the anomalies he met don't seem to know about their origin. Well, the swamp woman did tell him that she used to have smooth skin and needles from a guy hurting her, which made him guess that she was the result of some unethical science experiment. The talking crex-crex was as much as talkative loony as that president that he and his sister found in amber during the first summer (how he survived in amber,as did the dinosaurs, is anyone's guess), chattering with little useful pieces of information with an atrocious grammar that would put Grunkle Stan's grammar in shame and a bizarre fixation with the word 'Cack' and 'Salad' and the Chickadee though could understand him couldn't speak like a human so he had to consider it's chirping as either 'yes' or 'no'.

"MORNING SUNSHINE!"

"WAAAAH!" He woke up with the bird on his head flowing over, adjusting his eyes he saw a robot whose head seemed oddly contrasted with the rest of its black body and it had a small carrying chest in his hands with orange juice glass on it and one of the snacks from the snack machine.

"Who are you!?" He stood up defensively.

"I'm your new friend SCP-2785! Sorry if I startled you because of my new and much more intimidating body I acquired from SCP-1360. I'm your grunkles' new friend!" He replied with an infectious chippy tone, oblivious that his new body wasn't what the reason with Dipper looking at it dumbstruck.

"W-what? Did Great Uncle Ford make you?"

"No, I and my multi-armed pal were found by your esteemed relative. Thirsty?" He looked at the juice, seeing he couldn't get a direct answer he massaged his eyes and moved past the robot to see what was going on with the empathy bird sitting on his right shoulder.

When he came down the stairs only more questions were made, down there he saw in the kitchen both stans eating breakfast with Stanley having bacon with a coffee in one hand, Stan's dinosaur that was feeding from a dog plate which had slices of bacon in it as well and Stanford with an orange juice(Since his return from the multiverse, he developed an appetite for Orange juice) talking with a moth with a yellow and that wasn't even the weirdest thing as he saw what he could describe as a multi-limbed entity in a hazmat suit screeching as it was cooking on an oven using its many limbs with one readying the omelet and another with a pot, he just looked back at his avian companion who's only explanation was a chirp.

"Did I also tell you the snack is chocolate?" The SCP-2785 which Mason guessed was some sort of robot name had followed him to inform him of that, he would have rolled his eyes if it weren't for the talking moth, the alien creature and the fact that he got greeted with an overly friendly robot. 2785's coming draws everyone's attention to him.

Ford was the first to speak, "Oh, good morning Dipper, I suppose we owe an explanation-"

"You know what? I'm not even going to question it right now." That response surprised both the elder Pines, as normally, their Great Nephew would ask a lot in this sort of situation. "You had a night, we had a night, let's just enjoy our breakfast before any exposition," he sighs, "and we also met some…let's just say unique acquaintances." He gave a look to the yellow bird on his shoulder and took a seat near the table, whereas for the friendly robot who simply put his carried chest on the table and went to aid his alien friend.

"That's weird, huh?" Ford stated.

"Oh, you have no idea," Dipper answered with a groan, his head hitting the table.

"So THAT'S why I've found a talking corn crake nearly being eaten by my dumb lizard." Ley wondered.


A few hours ago…

"SHOO! SHOO! YOU CACKING BEAST!" That was SCP-2337 up on the cashier table roaring at an attacking compy which snarled at it.


Now looking closer, Mason saw Spanko up on a drawer staring daggers at the feeding compsognathus so as it.

"THE LIZARD INDEED IS DISCRIMINATIVE AGAINST THOSE WHO CAN FLY," the moth added.

Ignoring SCP-2598's comment, he inquires, "By the way, where is Mabel?"

"Right here bro!" The Pines boy looked back and saw her with Soos coming.

"Not even a bit surprised by our new roommates?" Dipper asked sarcastically, as he gestured to the anomalies.

"No broseph, by this point, I'm too jaded to be startled by a literal alien who is like the love child of a fly and an octopus, no offense." She apologized to the extraterrestrial.

Alien screeching

"None taken!" The self-improved robot said.

"Heh, if I had a penny for every paranormal dude seeking asylum in this Shack, it would still be just a few but it's quite a lot," Soos mused.

"Would Melody have a problem with this?"

"Nah Hambro, I did give her a warning," he reassured.

Both twins weren't reassured, considering Soos can sometimes be a bad explainer of things.

Near the bathroom, Melody tried to open the door to it only to see an amphibian humanoid in the bath which caused her to yelp.

"RUDE!" SCP-811 hissed.

"SORRY!" Melody the shut door quickly, flustered from the embarrassment. "Oh my God, WHY is there a fish person in the bathroom!?"

Both twins facepalmed simultaneously with the embarrassed Soos.


"Boys! Be back at the right time or more lumbering work for you!" Manly Dan vocalized to his sons.

"We will dad!" Gus said.

"We will come!" Marcus vocalized back.

"Like a blink in an eye!" Kevin chimed.

So when the boys went out, it left only him with his only daughter out of the cabin as Daniel was busy cutting limbs from wood stashes.

"Hey dad, can I talk to you for a second?" Wendy asked.

"Sure, what is bothering you? Is that why you waited for your brothers to leave?" He noted while he used his ax for his work. He did not blame his daughter; as much as he loves his sons, they can be quite nosey and a real handful.

"Last night, I had a weird dream… or at least I think so, and I think- I think I saw my mother."

The older Corduroy stopped limbering the wood. The passing of his wife was a sore subject for him, and considering how sensitive of a subject was, he understood why his only daughter waited for her brothers to leave the room.

He sighs, "What do you want to know?"

"Mother…did she have anything weird? Like, was there anything unusual-"

"Look-" he grunted and then cuts her with the raising of a hand up, "Daughter…I get it, you want to know if there was a reason beyond convenience because it gives you a sense of importance, but we both know your mother died by mundane means, not by some werewolf or… You-Know-Who." He spoke solemnly. By 'You-Know-Who,' he meant Bill Cipher, whose very name became a taboo from uttering even after easing the 'Never-Mind-All-That' act like superstitions about saying forbidden names that could cause the name-bearer to haunt the sayer.

"But what if it's not? This is Gravity Falls dad for God's sake, are you honestly telling me the possibility of a mother dealing with occults is far-fetched?" she stressed on it.

"All I'm trying to say is, she is gone, she won't come back. You are your own person needing closure. I grieved in my own way, as should you; and I'm sure, even if I tried, I won't be able to stop a Corduroy, so I won't stop you from your search, but heed me this advice from an old man: please, whatever you find, don't let the past define you," the patriarch of the Corduroy cabin urged her.

"I… I won't." Wendy promised, yet as she will learn, saying is easier than doing because the past never dies.


In the Shack, Stan and Ford explained what they gathered from questioning the resident anomalies to their Great Niece and Great Nephew.

"So…there is an organization that just contains cryptids and is like some sort of Illuminati society with governments saying yes to them? Those writings…they weren't mantras Mabel, they were letters!" Dipper was reminded of those writings he saw from a dead guard in Old Man's Pocket Dimension with the first word of each of the three haunting words as letters being "SCP". He did not like the implications of this situation, this is way bigger than the Blind Eye or even the Agency.

Mabel let out a gasp "That was them!? And They were the ones who jailed a pure soul like Aé!? Man, these guys are a bunch of butthurt."

"Which is why I urge you to not actively seek them, leave it to us, I once helped overthrow a government in my dimensional travels."- Stanley snorts at that -"...for valid reasons." Ever since Stanley found out about the things his twin had been doing in his 30 years of dimensional hopping, he didn't stop teasing him about it to his frustration and typical of Stan, he actually teared up the first time he found out due to how proud he was.

"And that's not it, apparently there are rival groups who want to use anything anomalous for their selfish gain, weaponization, medicine, technology…black market." Stanford grimed at that as Dipper and his sister looked ghastly.

"These guys are even shadier than Grunkle Stan, no offense." Mason apologized.

"None taken, selling people or things with people's IQ is just distasteful." He shrugged.

"After breakfast, we are visiting Fiddleford to see if he can learn anything we couldn't from this," he holds an opened bag in which the head of SCP-1360 is inside and shows it to the kids, " so as 2785 and also bring the alien lifeform with us due to them being on the nose compared to others and my friend works on robotics so he can pretend that the machine fellow is one of his inventions. If you saw anything suspicious, even a bit tell us, chances are that they are scouting Gravity Falls for weirdness activities, also," Ford gazed back at Stan, "didn't you once imprison somebody as a side attraction once?" Ford asked judgmentally.

"I freed that Doe the same day!" Stan argued back.

While the Elder Twins argued, Dipper realized the bird that had accompanied him was no longer present, "Where is that bird?"

"I think you like her~"Mabel teased.

"You are hopeless," he rolled his eyes.

"I think you're ready to name her~" she replied with a cheeky grin.

"Mabel, I'm a busy man, I don't have the time to care for a pet which by the way can make deadly sonic blasts." Dipper reasoned with irritation vocal in his tone.

While they were talking, Waddles showed up in the kitchen, Mabel forgot to prevent her pet from showing up in the same room as the Compy, let's just say it is not wise to have a prehistoric carnivore that eats bacon in the same room as living bacon.

Shriek!

Squeal!

Compy raced toward the running pig with its fangs and teeth ready for the hunt.

"WADDLES!" Mabel cried out in distress.

"I GOT' EM!" 2785 and 163 tried to grab the troodon but instead they hit each other with the cooked omelet flying over on the anomalous robot's face.

"YAAGH! Why did I have to make pain sensors!?" He cried out feeling the sensors on his face mimicking the feeling of burn from the well-cooked food.

By then everyone was trying to grab Waddles or its hunter except for Mabel, who looked like was going to faint at the possibility of her piggy becoming food for a prehistory hunter with Dipper grasping her from behind to prevnt her drop to the ground.

"And this cack is why that lizard is a menace!" The talking bird up on the container lamented.

"MY MERCHANDISE!" The talking moth yelped when in the ensuing chaos its helmet fell due to a smack by the scared pig on the table on which he resided and had to fly over to save it.

"Aé wants to know what's the commotion-?" While coming from the bathroom to see what's going on, the running animals passed over the Swamp humanoid, causing her to yelp and nearly fall only for Soos to snatch her in time which resulted in them unintentionally being in a tango dance position.

"Aé likes it!" She giggles.

"Errr…I have a wife." The Current Mr Mystery couldn't help but sputter sheepishly and then unloose his hold on her, resulting in her falling on her back.

"I GOT WADDLES!" Melody catches Waddles running in the hallway, with Dipper and Mabel coming in and exhaling in relief. Mabel took Waddles from Melody and hugged it.

Stanley finally managed to catch the bipedal dinosaur from the back "Bad dino! Bad!" He looked at it with ire. "You young man are going to get the punishment of a lifetime for trying to eat my Great Niece's pet! Even though it probably tastes delicious..." He mutters that last part.

Then Stan's bipedal pet after getting out of its dizziness did something that Stan didn't expect, it made puppy eyes like a dog that is getting lectured by his owner for its misdeeds.

"Oh no! Don't you dare!" He roared.

The eyes intensified.

"Don't you freaking dare!" The eyes had power.

By then Ley couldn't bear looking at those eyes until he could no longer stay mad at it.

"Alright, fine! I won't punish you okay!?" He gave up and put it gently on the ground with it nuzzling on his left leg happily.

"Like father, like son," Ford stated to his brother who was being fooled by his pet.

"Can it!" Ley barks at his twin.


In the Skull Fractured bar, it seems a guy from the back of the bar has been murdered, a Deadshot right at his head. Durland and Blubs, along with other police, came to search around to their bafflement but they couldn't object because the coming policemen had much higher authority compared to them, some of the said policemen are undercovered Foundation agents to hide any anomalous evidence with a certain trio of doctors pretending to care for a drink while Foundation agents were busy.

"Icici? What did you get?" Clef questioned Iceberg.

"Hilarious, it's Iceberg and unlucky for us. The locals here were tight-lipped about what happened or dodging questions about last night. My hunch is that there were anomalies involved but locals here mistrust outsiders and don't like snitching. What about Rainer? Did he learn anything new?"

"That kid been through surviving Foundation's favorite psychopathic mental patient so he was a bit busy trying to not face a fate worse than death, but I digress, he said some anomalies aided him and others to get out of the Pocket Dimension which from the description sound like some of our SCPs."

"And they were not re-contained because…?" Dr Iceberg continued that train of thought.

"Because they are now involved in the Pines conspiracy which made things a bit more complicated, from what Miller and Simon gathered the Pines seem like well-intentioned people, but still their unknown factors about them particularly their involvement with the memetic entity known as Bill and even then, you know what they say, 'Road of Hell is paved with Good intentions'." Dr Clef elaborated.

"That entity is confirmed to be neutralized, we even have physical evidence of that with its body becoming nothing more than a statue; and from the psychological profiles, I doubt the Pines are besties with Mr-Peanut rip-off after giving them phobia of triangles. Don't you think you;re just being a bit cynical and hard on them?" Dr Bright added.

"Wouldn't be the first time someone returns from the dead, an anomaly messed up people's head real good without them even realizing it or an anomaly wrongly presumed neutralized, you can never take chances with reality-bending entities, especially ones who messed with humanity since ancient times for giggles," Alto reasoned.

Iceberg's phone rang with the name of 'Sophia Light', he then accepted the answer on his phone "Doctor Iceberg!" a roaring voice startled him, he momentarily lost his cool demeanor. "Y-yes?"

"What the hell has Bright done this time!? The whole net is on fire!" She demanded.

"Oh…"- he recalled -"I tried to stop him but he said 'Mind my french, screw the net', he then proceeded to change his name to many aliases in multiple articles in the SCiPnet."

"Hehehehahahaha!" Jack Bright giggled at his latest prank while Alto sat there enjoying the schadenfreude.

"Oh God, the library department is going to have a massive headache." Light on the other side groaned, the phone got shut from Light's side not before she muttered some curses.

Just then a muscular biker man showed up behind them, glaring at them for minutes.

"Can I help? I would say I'm flattered but you are not my type." Alto Clef jested, that momentary put the man off guard which made him smile twattish, after that the man composed himself and finally spoke.

"We don't like your kind around here." The biker said in contempt.

"What kind?" Dr Iceberg raised an eyebrow.

"Hippies," he sneered.

Bright gasped dramatically, "How dare you."

"We are only for the drinks not to cause a scene, which normally is something I would do, so would you kindly just leave us be?" Alto by then was losing his patience with this high-school bullying cliché.

"Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do otherwise, yah hipster?" The muscular bearded man tried to intimidate them using his size by towering over them and knocking his fists ready.

Clef just looked at the big man with no hint of fear only a bored scowl, shortly after the same man who tried to intimidate him got thrown like a ragdoll on the mirror resulting in its shattering and the biker groaned in pain as he lay there with a victorious Alto passing by from the door with gawking people over there.

"Lost my thirst," he nonchalantly said to them and moved with the two other doctors following him.

"Why is it that, every time we go somewhere with you, a fight happens?" Iceberg critiqued.

"What can I say? I have quite the personality," he said confidently, as if it was a good thing.

Bright snickered at that with the cold doctor rolling his eyes, while they walked Clef heard something that piqued his interest not minding Iceberg chastising him for his 'unprofessionalism'.

"-you can't just go anywhere you like and-"

"Shhh."

"Did you just sh-" the blue-haired scientist got cut short, to his indignation.

"SHHH!"

The other two doctors finally shut as the Ukulele man gradually picked his ear on a wooden wall and peeked from a small hole, where he saw two hunters conversing. The first was a big Asian and the second was a lanky black.

"-Now we have robots and…whatever that spider-squid-fly thing is, things that keep coming out of the woods get weirder and weirder."

"Yeah, I swore I saw a woman with antlers a day before…"

"Meridiana…" Alto whispered with eyes widened from comprehension, that his daughter is somewhere in Gravity Falls.


Piedmont…

Jacob Walter Pines and Diana Seras Pines the parents of Dipper and Mabel Pines currently were enjoying breakfast with the mother of the twins in particular deep in thought with both of her hands on a cup of tea. Ever since her kids' first trip to Gravity Falls, they have become so different from who they were. Where Dipper was once timid he was now bashful, and where Mabel was once chippy she was now serious and it scared her. Two years ago, Dipper went berserk on his bullies; and Mabel, who used to be into "boys" and "gossip," now considers such things stupid. She wonders if something in Gravity Falls did happen, Mabel used to send posts during the first trip to that little town in Oregon which talked about monsters, wild adventures and Stan having a twin, she and her husband thought it was just their daughter having a wild imagination but since the revelation about Stanley being alive and all this time pretending to be Stanford they second guessed it. Could be their daughter simply exaggerated events that happened? Was it all real? They of course didn't believe there was such a thing as a "Gobblewonker" and all of that, but they knew for certain that something did happen in Gravity Falls they don't know why but they felt a sense of deja vu, like that sense of familiarity you feel but you know it never happened before.

"Okay, I'll bite - what's bothering you?" Jacob asked while leaving his small sandwiches away.

"Is it that obvious?" Diane chuckled humorlessly.

"You've been holding on to that tea for 10 minutes without even a sip."

"Yeah… it's about our kids." There was a brief pause between them until Diana's husband put an end to the silence.

"Well, don't keep me waiting."

"It's just that…since their trip with Stanfo- I mean Stanley, they have changed a lot, it's almost like they are completely different people now."

"They are in puberty, they would never stay the same kids forever, and hey it maybe is a good thing." He reasoned.

"I know, I know this was inevitable…I just didn't expect them to grow up so fast." She sighs.

"Hey, look-" Walter holds her hand as a gesture of comfort, "they are still our kids, nothing will change that. What matters is when they need us we would be there for them." He assured Diana who seemed much at ease by that.

Knock knock

The sound of knocking on the door was heard, "I'll go check it, don't eat all my sandwiches." He joked, leaving his wife to check from the door to see who was knocking. "Hello? Who is-" something sharp and small like a needle he felt on his neck.

"Ah blast it…" Jacob instinctively snatched the dart from his neck and looked at it, only to then get knocked down in front of the ground.

"JACOB!" Diana exclaimed without any warning for another dart shot hit her from the back of her head causing her to fall as well from back.

A mysterious blonde man with small ponytail hair, a red tie and a black business suit opens the doors and walks in, next the man lowers himself looking at the couple as they lose consciousness and stare at him.

"I'm Sorry for this, but the Foundation needs you."

And then, there was darkness.


Deep in the Forest, one of the instances of SCP-1360 who were reprogrammed to search and capture runaway SCPs for Chaos Insurgency was on the trail which then hide behind bushes near the street seeing a Diablo passing away with a scan from it detecting SCP-2785 and SCP-163.

"Targets Detected: SCP-163 and SCP-2785

Object Class: Safe and Euclid respectively

Human compliances: Stanford and Stanley Filbrick Pines

History: Crimes including theft, fraud and identity theft with Stanley Pines and a blank 3 decades history from Stanford Pines who has 12 PHDs, both known to be armed in martial prowess and long-range and near-rang weaponry with the latter being above-average intelligent and the first known as a master con-artist

Destination: Calculating the trajectory: To the Mcgucket mansion owned by a robotisis named Fiddleford Mcgucket acquired from the Northwests and renamed, heavily fortified with advanced surveillance and robotics.

To the High Command: to capture the anomalies with the threat of the Pines and Mcgucket getting involved it is suggested a concentrated group attack to capture the SCPs and eliminate the threat they pose.

?: You are allowed, and all hunters are allowed to deploy SCP-939 instances as well, the SCPs can wait, your top priority is rectifying the anomaly: that is the Pines' continued meddling.

Acknowledged."


Notes:Yes I changed the name of the fic because it turns out there already is a crossover named "Fallen Pines" which is with Silent Hills by rae-nine and I unintentionally subconsciously stole that name.

You can find it here: https/rae-nine/art/Fallen-Pines-Cover-872672788

Since the controversy has returned in SCP I'm going to say my piece bluntly, I think it is very stupid to let the author define the creation and have the creation erased for that.

Did Rick and Morty get canceled when Justin was revealed with a domestic felony or people demanded it's cancellation? Did Lovecraft's mythos get erased because the original creator was a disturbed xenophobia? Were Charlie Chaplin movies had the character replaced by some dude because the real life Charlie Chaplin was a womanizer pig? No, like it or not plenty of works were made by assholes and art shouldn't be subjected to the furnace just because the maker of it happened to be jackass, otherwise what's even the point of art?

By that logic then half of every work of fiction or art ever made should be erased, anything else that's just plain hypocrisy nothing more, besides by the stupid change name all you will do is reminding people and adding more fuel to the fire. You aren't letting the wound heal itself, you are only gaping it.

By the way, Name or not It's literally still just Bright but they're slapping a new name tag on him and calling it a day. That's what makes it stupid, on top of the other reasons I mentioned. Katkus, the guy who's changing Bright's name in all the stories he's written, literally just said and I quote; "In his place, I offer you Dr. Elias Shaw, a wild Foundation doctor cursed to wear SCP-963. Any similarities to other characters, living or dead, is purely coincidental."

There's no effort in that change. It's not even a different character, it's literally just freaking Jack Bright swapping a name tag with someone. IF there was some kind of rewrite of Bright's character then maybe, MAYBE I could understand and respect the decision. But they changed nothing. They just hit CTRLF and swapped out Bright with Shaw. Everyone knows who Bright is, everyone who reads the name "Elias Shaw" is going to say "Oh so this is Bright". It literally accomplishes nothing. If you wanted to "erase" Bright from future Foundation lore, make a new character to take his place.

Also, I'm meeting some writer blocks with university work so don't be surprised if the time gap between chapters gets bigger.

And shout out to KunstlerinAlora and JohnMavericksIV for helping me out.