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Good afternoon everyone...
Doctor Millar is out with the clap. I will be filling in for him. My Name is Doctor Bunny-Felcher and today we're going to be looking at SCP-98669, dubbed "The Satanic Family".
SCP-98669 consists of three separate anthropomorphic entities. Two are adult women, one, a snow-squirrel answering to Sanita Ruiz Santiago and the other, her married partner, a skunk-succubus or "skunkubus", Ashley Fable Black. The third is their toddler son, Edgar Vincent Black.
These entities seem to be in-part, based on an actual family unit of persons existing in an alternate human-dominated dimension, so let's keep the discussion respectful...
The trio live in a military-style compound located within the forests of [REDACTED] where they while away their days in religious practice, political activism, electronic gaming, and artistic endeavours- along with other much more lurid pursuits. However, as depicted here, on [REDACTED], they seem to be a happy, healthy family unit, engaged in the normal fun activity of taking their child out to enjoy a picnic- albeit, it is in the cemetery located one quarter-mile south of their home. They appear to be escorted by several of Ms. Santiago's minions, fly-like demons of Canaanite origin which she exerts control over via an unknown form of telepathy[see Document 98669-11A].
Also present appears to be the entity designated "Sirenhead", unofficially SCP-6789. Though 6789 has been recorded as highly aggressive and extremely dangerous, it appears to be in use as a recreational sound system, playing a greatest hits compilation of the popular Swedish rock band Ghost. Although it has been suggested that Miss Santiago-Black was controlling this entity through necromantic means, this has not been confirmed.
Under advisement, MTF-Tri Delta approached the family and were greeted warmly, if with caution. Both women were initially very guarded and protective of their son until Edgar Vincent touched one of the agents on the nose. With a loud squeal of "Boop", this instigated a tribal ritual of friendly faux-combat, referred to as a "Boop War". [See attached Document 2-A.]
Agents were offered tacos and mini-pizzas from the picnic basket and invited to join the family in friendly discussion. The women were very candid and open on all topics, from their views on popular science-fiction properties and private religious practices to the nature of Miss Black's anatomy and the conception of their son. The pair had a very morbid aesthetic sense, surrounding themselves with occult iconography and articles of bone, which they had no qualms with their child interacting with. At several points, Miss Santiago would whittle away on a "art project" she was crafting from what appeared to be human remains while her spouse seemd to alternate between fawning over her or their son. Miss Black was noted to be extremely affectionate to her wife, doting on her, often concerned about her state of health. It was revealed that Miss Santiago was pregnant with their second offspring. [See Document 98669-2.2]
Both women were very knowledgeable on most topics and open to differing views- though a minor eruption of hostility occurred when Agent Daniels suggested that Star Trek's Captain Archer was the best Captain of any series. No casualties were incurred- though Agent Tomlison was considered "schooled" on the history of jobbers in the WWE.
After a few hours of friendly discussion, the infant Edgar Vincent was becoming sleepy and it was determined that it was time to depart. The women gathered up the picnic supplies in a blanket- a stylized Mexican flag overlaid in a golden Sigil of Baphomet. After verifying that there was no litter left on the premises, the women bid the MTF unit farewell and went on their way into the woods, followed by entity 6789.
After a brief interaction with several of Miss Santiago's minions it was suggested to be safest to disengage the research operation at this time under penalty of becoming future art supplies.
Well... How about that. An interesting bunch. Kind of like the Addams Family but... maybe more so. Just goes to show you how it's best to not be so judgemental of people based on all that "Satanic Panic" bullshit from back in the 80's, eh? Sure, they're a bit weird, but they seem nice enough. Maybe "Love IS Love" after all. Thank you all for listening, if indeed you still are... and you are all dismissed.
Doctor Millar is out with the clap. I will be filling in for him. My Name is Doctor Bunny-Felcher and today we're going to be looking at SCP-98669, dubbed "The Satanic Family".
SCP-98669 consists of three separate anthropomorphic entities. Two are adult women, one, a snow-squirrel answering to Sanita Ruiz Santiago and the other, her married partner, a skunk-succubus or "skunkubus", Ashley Fable Black. The third is their toddler son, Edgar Vincent Black.
These entities seem to be in-part, based on an actual family unit of persons existing in an alternate human-dominated dimension, so let's keep the discussion respectful...
The trio live in a military-style compound located within the forests of [REDACTED] where they while away their days in religious practice, political activism, electronic gaming, and artistic endeavours- along with other much more lurid pursuits. However, as depicted here, on [REDACTED], they seem to be a happy, healthy family unit, engaged in the normal fun activity of taking their child out to enjoy a picnic- albeit, it is in the cemetery located one quarter-mile south of their home. They appear to be escorted by several of Ms. Santiago's minions, fly-like demons of Canaanite origin which she exerts control over via an unknown form of telepathy[see Document 98669-11A].
Also present appears to be the entity designated "Sirenhead", unofficially SCP-6789. Though 6789 has been recorded as highly aggressive and extremely dangerous, it appears to be in use as a recreational sound system, playing a greatest hits compilation of the popular Swedish rock band Ghost. Although it has been suggested that Miss Santiago-Black was controlling this entity through necromantic means, this has not been confirmed.
Under advisement, MTF-Tri Delta approached the family and were greeted warmly, if with caution. Both women were initially very guarded and protective of their son until Edgar Vincent touched one of the agents on the nose. With a loud squeal of "Boop", this instigated a tribal ritual of friendly faux-combat, referred to as a "Boop War". [See attached Document 2-A.]
Agents were offered tacos and mini-pizzas from the picnic basket and invited to join the family in friendly discussion. The women were very candid and open on all topics, from their views on popular science-fiction properties and private religious practices to the nature of Miss Black's anatomy and the conception of their son. The pair had a very morbid aesthetic sense, surrounding themselves with occult iconography and articles of bone, which they had no qualms with their child interacting with. At several points, Miss Santiago would whittle away on a "art project" she was crafting from what appeared to be human remains while her spouse seemd to alternate between fawning over her or their son. Miss Black was noted to be extremely affectionate to her wife, doting on her, often concerned about her state of health. It was revealed that Miss Santiago was pregnant with their second offspring. [See Document 98669-2.2]
Both women were very knowledgeable on most topics and open to differing views- though a minor eruption of hostility occurred when Agent Daniels suggested that Star Trek's Captain Archer was the best Captain of any series. No casualties were incurred- though Agent Tomlison was considered "schooled" on the history of jobbers in the WWE.
After a few hours of friendly discussion, the infant Edgar Vincent was becoming sleepy and it was determined that it was time to depart. The women gathered up the picnic supplies in a blanket- a stylized Mexican flag overlaid in a golden Sigil of Baphomet. After verifying that there was no litter left on the premises, the women bid the MTF unit farewell and went on their way into the woods, followed by entity 6789.
After a brief interaction with several of Miss Santiago's minions it was suggested to be safest to disengage the research operation at this time under penalty of becoming future art supplies.
Well... How about that. An interesting bunch. Kind of like the Addams Family but... maybe more so. Just goes to show you how it's best to not be so judgemental of people based on all that "Satanic Panic" bullshit from back in the 80's, eh? Sure, they're a bit weird, but they seem nice enough. Maybe "Love IS Love" after all. Thank you all for listening, if indeed you still are... and you are all dismissed.
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AH! Sisko! Captain Benjamin Sisko! Yeeeeessss....
I loves me some TNG. Really. Great series, if enlightened atheism or humanism has an avatar in our world it is Jean Luc Picard.
But Benjamin "Emissary" Sisko! YES. Sisko is great and mighty indeed. Man, but DS9 was a great series. I miss that show.
I loves me some TNG. Really. Great series, if enlightened atheism or humanism has an avatar in our world it is Jean Luc Picard.
But Benjamin "Emissary" Sisko! YES. Sisko is great and mighty indeed. Man, but DS9 was a great series. I miss that show.
Sometimes, I would swear that Krissie is SCP 999.
If you ever get the chance to talk with her, I highly recommend it. There's a reason I call her "sunshine"(also- "angel-butt but that's another matter), she really does have this almost magic sense of playful optimism which is just infectious- and quite impressive given the amount of negativity the poor girl encounters, being one of those folkes who actually cares enough about the world around her to try and do something to make it better for us all.
If you ever get the chance to talk with her, I highly recommend it. There's a reason I call her "sunshine"(also- "angel-butt but that's another matter), she really does have this almost magic sense of playful optimism which is just infectious- and quite impressive given the amount of negativity the poor girl encounters, being one of those folkes who actually cares enough about the world around her to try and do something to make it better for us all.
Damn you, this caused me to look up SCP 999, which just TV Tropes'd me with an entire sleepless night of looking this stuff up.
Eventually I became obsessed with re-finding a certain SCP, which I remember was like a pond or tunnel or something they were sending teams into to explore, except you could tell it had a maleveolent intelligence at work they were blind to (can't see the forest for the trees) and it ended with some researcher's petition to seal it off and upgrade the SCP from Euclidean to Keter, freaking out "you don't understand! It's just toying with us! Showing you what you want to see! It's luring us in!" something like that. I thought it was The Red Pool, but I was wrong since it doesn't end like that.
I swear Star Trek episodes could make decent SCPs. The tarpit that killed Tasha Yar would fit right in.
Krissie and me, we've never spoken directly.
I tend to encounter (I hope it's not attract?) depressive personalities, who are on the brink of collapse. Trying to cheer them up, doesn't work - they have an answer for any possible thing you could say, and it's kind of like a hand reaching up from quicksand to pull you in. I've come to terms with the fact I cannot cheer you up (sorry), but I can make myself as depressed as you are by trying. So I rarely - if ever - chat with people online, it's too draining on time and emotions!
Eventually I became obsessed with re-finding a certain SCP, which I remember was like a pond or tunnel or something they were sending teams into to explore, except you could tell it had a maleveolent intelligence at work they were blind to (can't see the forest for the trees) and it ended with some researcher's petition to seal it off and upgrade the SCP from Euclidean to Keter, freaking out "you don't understand! It's just toying with us! Showing you what you want to see! It's luring us in!" something like that. I thought it was The Red Pool, but I was wrong since it doesn't end like that.
I swear Star Trek episodes could make decent SCPs. The tarpit that killed Tasha Yar would fit right in.
Krissie and me, we've never spoken directly.
I tend to encounter (I hope it's not attract?) depressive personalities, who are on the brink of collapse. Trying to cheer them up, doesn't work - they have an answer for any possible thing you could say, and it's kind of like a hand reaching up from quicksand to pull you in. I've come to terms with the fact I cannot cheer you up (sorry), but I can make myself as depressed as you are by trying. So I rarely - if ever - chat with people online, it's too draining on time and emotions!
Urf. I can definitely empathize. I know it sounds so trite and simplistic a homily but it's ringing in my head like the Joker's joybuzzer on a prom date with Batsy. "The optimist finds a solution for any problem. The pessimist finds a problem for every solution." It's tedious and it's draining and it's a big part of why I share in your reluctance to even touch "social media".
It's sad to see how often people fall into the self-pity trap but I think the security and anonymity of the internet almost encourages it, in a way. So much easier to whine and mope and cast out the line for a pity-bite than to try to let the toxic garbage go and work for a solutuon. Many people will be quick to push away the overtly negative or abusive people in their life, recognizing their toxicity and wanting no part of it but when it comes to the more subtle sources of erosion, the enablers and the naysayers, they keep them on.
That one godawful piece of faux-wisdom I keep seeing milk-carton memetic philosophers bandy about. "People who care about you accept you as you are"... No. No they don't. Not when it comes to you hurting yourself- or them. If they care about you, love you, They might let you mope a bit, sure- get it out of your system but there comes a point where they're going to heft you up, kicking and crying and do what it takes to see you be the person they know you're capable of being... THAT is what "real friends" do.
It's One thing to accept eccentricities, sure- different perspectives on which Castlevania is best, was Willy Wonka a serial killer, Apple vs Mac- all that rot- but real friends, people who love you don't let you just sit there and decay or want to drag you into the poison with them.
Okay- enough from the pulpit.
SCP... Hunh. I'm not sure which one you're thinking about... I was thinking "the red pool" as well but that's not it? Hunh..... I'll ask Ahriman. He's big on the SCP foundation as well.
It's sad to see how often people fall into the self-pity trap but I think the security and anonymity of the internet almost encourages it, in a way. So much easier to whine and mope and cast out the line for a pity-bite than to try to let the toxic garbage go and work for a solutuon. Many people will be quick to push away the overtly negative or abusive people in their life, recognizing their toxicity and wanting no part of it but when it comes to the more subtle sources of erosion, the enablers and the naysayers, they keep them on.
That one godawful piece of faux-wisdom I keep seeing milk-carton memetic philosophers bandy about. "People who care about you accept you as you are"... No. No they don't. Not when it comes to you hurting yourself- or them. If they care about you, love you, They might let you mope a bit, sure- get it out of your system but there comes a point where they're going to heft you up, kicking and crying and do what it takes to see you be the person they know you're capable of being... THAT is what "real friends" do.
It's One thing to accept eccentricities, sure- different perspectives on which Castlevania is best, was Willy Wonka a serial killer, Apple vs Mac- all that rot- but real friends, people who love you don't let you just sit there and decay or want to drag you into the poison with them.
Okay- enough from the pulpit.
SCP... Hunh. I'm not sure which one you're thinking about... I was thinking "the red pool" as well but that's not it? Hunh..... I'll ask Ahriman. He's big on the SCP foundation as well.
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