Black Flag 3: The Return of the King
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Let us go then, you and I
When the Eleven-Day Empire eats the sky
Like a humanoid melting like clams upon the breakfast table.

Item #: Mrs. Y

Object Class: Apollyon

Special Containment Procedures: Mrs. Y cannot be contained at the present moment, and currently poses a ZK Class End-of-reality scenario. The most advisable course of action is for Doctor, believed to be the focal point of Mrs. Y, to remove himself from contact with all Foundation sites and personnel to avoid further collateral damage to Foundation property. It is theorized that if Doctor is contained in an extremely secluded area, then the destructive capabilities of Mrs. Y will temporarily cease

stop

be contained

preserve some remnants

The most advisable course of action is for Doctor, believed to be the focal point of Mrs. Y, to remove himself from contact with all human populations to avoid further collateral damage to the Earth and its societies. It is theorized that if Doctor is to terminate himself quickly in a secluded region, then Mrs. Y will be decommissioned.

Doctor cannot leave the Foundation.

The most advisable course of action is for Doctor, believed to be the focal point of Mrs. Y, to remove himself from contact with all animal life to avoid further collateral damage to the Earth and its biodiversity. It is theorized that if Doctor is to live out the rest of his life in a small shack, isolated from all animal life and as much plant life as possible.

Research is currently continuing as to how to negate the effects of Mrs. Y. Current proposals include launching it into the sun.

Doctor's family is to be summarily executed one by one. The process is to be carried out by trained agents selected from a variety of Mobile Taskforces including MTF Omega-8, MTF Lambda-12, MTF Psi-7, MTF Tau-5, and MTF Iota-10. These agents are to re-trained in military tactics and Special Weapons and Tactics maneuvers. Agents assigned are to score above 30 on the Hare Psychopathy Checklist.

Agents assigned are to execute Doctor's mother first, followed by his father. Any animals present in the building are to be terminated. They are then to proceed to the location of Doctor's sister, currently a student at Penn State University. She is to be executed followed by any of her roommates currently present in the building. Termination is to occur via a single shot to the forehead via a Remington 700 Sniper rifle fired at close range and equipped with a silencer. The corpses are then to be nailed to the wall outside Doctor's office and lit on fire after being doused with exactly 10 L of gasoline. Doctor is to restrained and be made to kneel in front of the corpses

Mrs. Y is to be classified as a

Doctor's colleagues are to be summarily executed one by one. The process is to be carried out by trained agents selected from a variety of containment specialists. Site cafeteria workers are to slip arsenic into the meals of all staff who have had any contact with Doctor, up to and including members of the O5 Council

A representation of Mrs. Y is to be placed on a pedestal made of pure granite and modeled in the Ionic style. This pedestal is to be placed directly in the center in a 5m x 5m square concrete containment chamber. The vault is to be protected by no fewer than two (2) armed guards trained in the resistance and containment of infohazards at any given time.

Mrs. Y cannot be contained.

Mrs. Y, alongside Doctor, are to be delivered to the Serpent's Hand as a gift. All Serpent's Hand operatives are to be informed that Mrs. Y is a Fifthist artifact of great importance. Doctor is to be injected with Class-C amnestic and given the cover story that he is Brian Fredrick Bondiskey, a high ranking Fifthist leader. All Serpent's Hand operatives are to be informed that Mrs. Y and Doctor are not to be separated under any circumstances.

Mrs. Y is to be contained with SCP-2432. The result of this containment procedure has resulted in a dimensional anomaly opening up within SCP-2432 in the form of a 3m x 25cm x 25cm crawlspace. It is designated SCP-2432-1, leading through the wall in a corner of SCP-2432. It is normally obscured by the television stand. When this crawlspace is accessed, it leads to a space identical to SCP-2432 in layout, decor and anomalous effects. The next room down from SCP-2432 lacks the exit of this crawlspace and although similar in layout, is not a perfect duplicate of SCP-2432, as the egress of SCP-2432-1 is. Curtains in this duplicate room open onto the wall; there are no windows.

SCP-2432-1’s interior is constructed of normal steel plates as found in the A██████ Hotel’s ventilation system and is the only break in the para-aramid weave. High concentrations of iron and nickel consistent with those found in a Type III iron meteorite were found in two plates at each end. Graffiti of fractal patterns were also found on these endplates, drawn in permanent marker ink.

The door of the identical SCP-2432 at the end of SCP-2432-1 leads, not to the true hallway of the A██████ Hotel, as SCP-2432’s door does, but into an alternate reality (designated SCP-2432-Prime). Upon initial observation SCP-2432-Prime resembles the hallway of the A██████ Hotel, with similar wallpaper, light fixtures, carpet and decor but is noted to lack a terminus at either end, appearing to extend endlessly. It is currently theorized that based on the measurements of the dimensions of SCP-2432-Prime and the duplicate SCP-2432 it is of infinite length. There is a slight curve to the walls of SCP-2432-Prime, and it has been theorized to be in a ‘ring’ structure, but current research cannot conclusively prove if SCP-2432-Prime is in a toroid shape. Each door of SCP-2432-Prime is labeled 
“Room 710” and leads into what appear to be identical duplicates of SCP-2432. However, approximately █% of duplicate rooms observed lack the metallic para-aramid weave and █% of these lack the memetic effects documented in SCP-2432. SCP-2432-Prime also contains a number of occasional rooms that have other apparent functions, including restaurants, conference rooms, gyms, swimming pools, janitorial closets, and elevator lobbies. These differ in design from their equivalents within the A██████ Hotel.

SCP-2432-Prime plays host to a small range of anomalous species and organisms, some thought to be native to SCP-2432-Prime. These are designated SCP-2432-Prime-A1–A8.

When Mrs. Y was removed from SCP-2432, SCP-2432-1 promptly vanished. All further testing forbidden by O5-█.

Doctor is to be forcibly removed from Mrs. Y

Doctor is to be kept with Mrs. Y at all times

Doctor is to be terminated

Doctor is to kept alive by all means necessary

Doctor is to be placed inside Mrs. Y

Doctor is to be placed as far away from Mrs. Y as possible, while still maintaining connection

Doctor is not to be killed and placed inside Mrs. Y

Doctor is not Mrs. Y

Doctor is deeply connected with Mrs. Y.4

Interviewed: Doctor
Interviewer: Dr. █████████ ████
<Begin Log, 03.99.90>
Interviewer: So who are you, exactly?
Doctor: I'm Doctor, one of the researchers assigned to Mrs. Y.
Interviewer: But we have no records of you anywhere.
Doctor: I told you, there's something funny happening to me! But I can't quite describe it. It's like in a dream, where things are really disconnected.
Interviewer: Disconnected?
Doctor: I have trouble focusing on things now. I just feel a lot of unease. It's like reality has started to feel less…real…if that makes sense.
Interviewer: But we have no records of you anywhere.
Doctor: …you already said that.
Interviewer: So who are you, exactly?
Doctor: Wait, what's going on here? What site is this? What did you say your name was again, doctor?
Interviewer: Dr. █████████ ████
Person: That's not a name, you just made a noise with your mouth. Why am I thinking of redactions? How can a word be redacted like that in normal conversation?
Interviewer: This interview is terminated.
Person: (The floor vanishes. Doctor falls into blackness. The room melts. Mrs. Y suddenly consumes Dr. █████████ ████.)
<End Log, [optional time info]>
Closing Statement: [Small summary and passage on what transpired afterward]

Doctor is to live with his mother until this whole thing blows over.

NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION

The following file contains a virulent infohazard. Due to this, it is imperative that all personnel accessing this file be certified as having a Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of no less than 14.5. Should you fail an automated CRV verification, please remain calm and do not move. A member of your site's medical staff Doctor will be with you shortly.

Mrs. Y is dead

Doctor has been tasked with containing Mrs. Y by living out his full life, from the moment of his birth to to his eventual death. He is to live life to the fullest and enjoy the good things in life, as well as the company of his friends and family.

Doctor is dead

The most advisable course of action is for Doctor, believed to be the focal point of Mrs. Y, to remove himself from contact with all his own ego. Doctor is to meditate at least twice a week to clear his mind of any bad thoughts. Should this fail, termination is to occur via a single shot to the forehead via a Remington 700 Sniper rifle fired at close range and equipped with a silencer. Should Mrs. Y prevent this, the corpse of Doctor is to be dispatched with a MP5/10 submachine gun. Personnel are to ignore any signs of distress made by the entity at this time.

Mrs. Y is to be contained via Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, who were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called the Global Occult Coalition, which contained anomalies. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Doctor and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

Mrs. Y is to be contained in a bag of Starburst candies, which are to be buried under 10 tons of soil blessed by a priest of an Abrahamic Faith.

All colleagues of Doctor are to remove their hands and rip out their eyes in his presence before

Mrs. Y is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber fitted with 1 bed, 1 television with DVD player, 3 romantic comedies of staff's choice, and a bedside table made of living alligator flesh. At the end of the month, it is to be terminated with a MP5/10 submachine gun. Following its reappearance, Mrs. Y, alongside Doctor, are to be delivered to the Church of the Broken God as a gift. All Church operatives are to be informed that Mrs. Y is a Maxwellist artifact of great importance. Doctor is to be injected with Class-C amnestic and given the cover story that he is Max Lipshitz, a high ranking Maxwellist leader. All Church operatives are to be informed that Mrs. Y and Doctor are not to be separated under any circumstances.

Mrs. Y is to be contained within a 2m x 2m cube constructed of telekill alloy. This cube is to be stored in a Keter-Object storage locker placed within the navel of Mrs. Brianna K. Ally, a resident of Huntsville Alabama.

Doctor is not to be confused with a scented candle.

Mrs. Y is to be allowed access to Doctor's sister, currently a student at Penn State University. Mrs. Y, at the prompting of its armed escort, is to brutally rape Doctor's sister and then rip out her eyeballs, slice off her legs, and disembowel her. It is then to use its abilities. and reverse the damage it has perpetrated. It is then to take her out for a banana split at Meyer Dairy, a local ice cream shop in the Penn State region. Following this, it

Mrs. Y is highly dangerous to the lives of all personnel

Doctor is highly beneficial to the lives of all personnel

Per O5 ruling, tests are to be carried on every Monday between Mrs. Y, SCP-1981, and SCP-1171.

On the corner is a Researcher named Doctor\The little children laugh at him behind his back\And the banker never wears a mac\Mrs. Y's page\Very strange5

Doctor is to be tortured once a month.

Mrs. Y is to constantly play the comedy specials of American comedian and noted Fifth Church member Patton Oswalt around Doctor's mother. It is to accompanied in this by members of MTF Rho-19.

Doctor is to be contained within a 2m x 2m cube constructed of telekill alloy. Under no circumstances is he to be referred to as Irish American.

NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION

Do not look at Mrs. Y. It cannot harm you if you do not look at it. Do not look directly at it. Do not form a mental picture in your head of Mrs. Y. If you do receive a visual image of it, you will die. If you even try to comprehend it, you will die. Do not look at Mrs. Y

All personnel are to convert to Buddhism and

Mrs. Y hates you

Doctor

INT. A CONTAINMENT CHAMBER- NIGHT

Doctor (30s, bright, increasingly anxious) stands next to the door leading out of Mrs. Y's containment chamber. He's pounding on the door, frustrated that there's nobody there to save him, and scared for his life.

Doctor: Lemme out! Lemme out! This isn't funny guys! This thing is slowly killing me in here!
I'm trapped with it!

Medium CU: Doctor's sweaty face, eyes darting

Doctor: Is there anybody out there?

Mrs. Y screeches horribly

Mrs. Y loves cats and is to provided with one cat a month for good behavior.

Mrs. Y is to be contained on the set of upcoming movie Three Christs, a drama movie directed by Jon Avnet.

(Doctor frantically exists stage right, only to stumble fearfully onstage again)

Mrs. Y is to be provided with ten (10) D-Class a month for good behavior.

Doctor frantically tried to run out the door, only to run into a wall of solid concrete where the exit to reality should be. Strangely, despite it only being a solid wall, he could recognize that it was a segment of some great pedestal, chipped by some eldritch sculptor in the Ionic fashion. He shook those thoughts out of his head. "So," he thought quickly, "I'm trapped in whatever this place is with this thing, and there's no outside reality anymore." He tried to wrap his head around what exactly "this thing" was, but he couldn't. It defied description. It was chaos itself.

Mrs. Y is to be contained

He clawed at the floor, despite being unsure of what the floor was even made of.

Mrs. Y is to be contained

He was able to tear a little hole.

Mrs. Y is to be contained

He could see light beneath it.

Mrs. Y is to be contained

He thought of his family, his colleagues, his work, anything about the world as it was, back when it existed.

Mrs. Y is to be contained

The hole was open.

Mrs. Y is to be contained

Mrs. Y

Mrs. Y is to be contained by everything folding in itself.

Mrs. Y is to be contained by everything going wrong.

Mrs. Y is to be contained via the following joke:
A family walks into a talent agency. It's a father, mother, son, daughter and dog. The father says to the talent agent, "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us.”
The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute.”
The mother says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us.” The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look."
The father dresses himself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The mother dresses as the father and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us."
The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute."
The son (playing the mother) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us."
The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look."
The son dresses himself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The daughter dresses as the father and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us."
The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute."
The father (playing the son) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us."
The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look."
The daughter dresses herself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The dog dresses as the father and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us."
The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute."
The dog (playing the mother) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us."
The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look."
The mother dresses herself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The father dresses as the daughter and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us."
The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute."
The mother (playing the father) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us."
The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look."
The dog dresses himself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The son dresses as the mother and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us."
The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute."
The father (playing the mother) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us."
The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look."
The son dresses herself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The father dresses as the son and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us."
The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute."6
The dog (playing the daughter) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us."
The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look."
The dog dresses himself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" The dog dresses as the son and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us."
The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute."
The dog (playing the dog) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us."
The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look."
The Talent Agent dresses himself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Family" The father dresses as the father dressing as the son and walks up to him and says "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us."
The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute."
The agent (playing himself ) says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us."
The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look."
Doctor dresses himself in a top hat wearing a sign that says "Talent Agent" Mrs. Y dresses as the father and walks up to him and says "[SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS]"
The agent mumbles incoherently.
Mrs. Y (playing the mother) says, "[SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS]"
The agent spits out a weak sigh, "Order is to be discarded like a humanoid melting like clams on the breakfast table. Order is the way of villians. True good is the formless void, melting and writhing and corrupting. You happy yet?"

Mrs. Y is to be contained using a melon

Mrs. Y is to be contained in the grave of American crime novelist Robert B. Parker

Mrs. Y is to be consumed by Dunkleowolves.

Mrs. Y is to be contained in a roach motel with a life size duplicate of Raquel Welch. Four members of the O5 council are to supervise containment at all times and also

Doctor cannot be contained by this.

Doctor will fight his way back.

Doctor will recontain Mrs. Y.

Once a month, Mrs. Y is to infect Doctor with tapeworms. Between 50,000 and 60,000 tapeworm eggs are to be injected into Doctor's bladder by members of MTF Lambda-14.

Once a year, Mrs. Y is to be designated Godhead Immortal and Supreme

Once a year, Mrs. Y is to be designated a Level 5 member of staff, and is to be ritually slaughtered in a manner consistent with rural Hungarian traditions and sales of novels about Egyptology, as determined by the Department of Meta-Analysis.

Doctor does not appreciate the moniker of "3D Printer"

Mrs. Y is to be spoonfed cornflakes by Doctor under the direct supervision of a 2m x 2m cube constructed of telekill alloy

All staff are to consider Doctor a product of Prometheus Labs, and are to regularly execute him twice a month with a Glock 43 9mm handgun. They are then to flay his father alive in front of his mother, and then burn the house down. Then salt the earth until nothing remains

NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION

Doctor is an insolent pencil. He is to be shunned by all yarn until the Eleven Day Empire eats the sky. Fuck him. In the ass.

Mrs. Y is to be contained in the grave of O5-23

All personnel who work with Mrs. Y are to be reminded that it is a fictional entity written by a biologically male human, in his late teens, of Jewish and Irish descent, on his spring break, for a community of loser horror writers who have stolen far too much of his time away and fight like children over left wing politics in the chatroom and also7

Mrs. Y is to be contained with love and understanding

Doctor is to have a hose, attached to a tank of water, inserted into his rectum. Water is to flow into his body until inflation is observed by personnel, and his body achieves a spherical shape.

Mrs. Y is to be contained as the containment procedure for SCP-2000

Under Protocol Morpheus, Mrs. Y is to be delivered to the Greek Ambassador to the United States as a gift from the SCP Foundation. They are then to dose him with Class D amnestics and

Doctor is to contain Mrs. Y by dying repeatedly.

Doctor is not to poke Mrs. Y again.

Doctor is to leave well alone.

Mrs. Y cannot be contained at the present moment, and currently poses a ZK Class End-of-reality scenario. The most advisable course of action is for Doctor, believed to be the focal point of Mrs. Y, to remove himself from contact with all Foundation sites and personnel to avoid further collateral damage to Foundation property. It is theorized that if Doctor is contained in an extremely secluded area, then the destructive capabilities of Mrs. Y will temporarily walk the dinosaur

Description:

Mrs. Y is everything that was wrong with the world

Mrs. Y is lolcats

Mrs. Y is you, reading this

Mrs. Y is current Vice President of the United States Mike Pence

Mrs. Y is food

Mrs. Y is several moldy blankets

Mrs. Y is Doctor's soul

Mrs. Y is the GoI referred to as Nobody

Mrs. Y is The concept of the Grinch

Mrs. Y is SCP-055

Mrs. Y is a murderous penguin

Mrs. Y is not a quadrilateral

Mrs. Y is M.S. Subbalakshmi

Mrs. Y is body image disorder

Mrs. Y is your missing sock

Mrs. Y is the SCP-3000 contest

Mrs. Y is lice

Mrs. Y is anything moving quickly

Mrs. Y is cliche lists that look like they were written by a crazy person

Mrs. Y is self-loathing

Mrs. Y is Gary Gygax's kidney

Mrs. Y is ___

Mrs. Y is Nintendo

Mrs. Y is the last moment of the sun

Mrs. Y is The Administrator of the SCP Foundation

Mrs. Y is a pillow

Mrs. Y is Max Landis, a screenwriter and sexual predator

Mrs. Y is free jazz

Mrs. Y is Every word spoken by AM in Harlan Ellison's I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

Mrs. Y is papaya and mango salad

Mrs. Y is death

Mrs. Y is every bee that has ever existed

Mrs. Y is forgetting a loved one

Mrs. Y is poinsettias

Mrs. Y is breast reduction surgery

Mrs. Y is the 1922 documentary Nanook of the North

Mrs. Y is a fool

Mrs. Y is Brutalist architecture

Mrs. Y is a bookshelf filled with stories

Mrs. Y is all of the above. At once. Forever. At all times, In your dreams.

This can be the only conclusive fact.

So stop asking.

Mrs. Y

Mrs. Y

Mrs. Y

Special Containment Procedures:

Mrs. Y is to be contained at El Silencio Lodge and Spa, Bajos del Toro, Costa Rica

Doctor is to be given primary control of Mrs. Y

Mrs. Y had been contained via the use of outsourced containment resources and consultants who have been authorized for the containment of SCP-2845. Consultants are to be considered Level 2 personnel, and are at no time permitted to leave Site-100. If at any time an outside consultant must be removed from containment of SCP-2845 or Mrs. Y, Class-A amnestics are to be applied before release.

A minimum of thirty trained individuals and an unhindered supply of untrained subjects is required for proper containment of SCP-2845 and Mrs. Y. Forty-eight trained personnel, all of whom are to be Doctor, are currently assigned to active containment of SCP-2845 and Mrs. Y, split into eight teams of six, with a further twenty-four individuals available as replacements. An allowance of five D-class per week has been authorized for the containment of SCP-2845 and Mrs. Y.

Site-100 has been constructed to the following specifications:

Site-100 consists of nine concentric circular bands, designated Ring-A through Ring-I, with a gap located between Ring-C and Ring-D, designated as Gap-1. Six circular chambers are located at 0, 60, 120, 180, 240, and 300 degrees within each Ring and Gap. The chambers located at 0 degrees are aligned with geographic north and the current location of Doctor's college roommate's pet.

Doctor's college roommate's pet is to be ritually sacrificed at a random location within Grand Teton National Park. The corpse's brains are then to be dashed against a rock and consumed with a hot buttery bowl of Popcorn and a refreshing Coca-Cola®. Please enjoy the show. Only at AMC Theatres. Only at Mrs. Y. Only at Applebees. Only at Walmart. Only at Barnes & Noble. Only at Home Depot. Only at McDonalds. Only at Wawa. Only at the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute. Only at your basement. Only at behind you. Only at Only. Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only

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the death of everyone you ever loved

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i was talking to james about how my hometown in NC has changed since he’s been gone and he pointed out that our town is quickly becoming a Mrs. Y situation. for instance:
1. apparently our high school, which is 96 years old and looks like a 16th century gothic castle (complete with lion gargoyles), has a fourth floor that no one really knew about until this year. no one knows how long it’s been in the building but from pictures it looks completely different than the rest and has a strange metal staircase in a spiral pattern.
2. there is also a basement in the high school with a swimming pool but no one is allowed down there and it is starting to rot the first floor.
3. for a good while there was a nice elderly black man that would stand outside of random stores and street corners and dance to make people smile. however, in the past few months he has disappeared and is nowhere to be found.
4. even i don’t remember as much as i should; or, at least, as much as most people remember about their lives. most people remember the great majority; i only remember what decides to present itself, usually prompted by some kind of outside stimulus to the body while fronting.
5. first of all, this is entirely LordStonefish’s fault for suggesting it. second of all, this was a threesome waiting to happen. third of all, i have no idea what Doctor looks like so I took some liberties. and finally, i apologise for the bad shading and anatomy because 90% of the time was spent on Mrs. Y's ahegao.
6. he opened the door and James smiled to him, and it was soft and sweet like it always was. he hastily signed a bunch of documents and was given a leave, but as he bid the personnel goodbye and it was just him and James again, draven kondraki started crying. he hugged James, a strong MTF agent in the arms of a nimble researcher, but James patted him on the back and told him it was okay.
7. i thought SCP-2317 was thw only appolyon class SCP. but then i stumbled upon this confusing creature or whatever this is since i really didnt get it about how Doctor lost his mind to some reality bender etc. can somebody summarize and explain Mrs. Y because its boggling me.
8. Mrs. Y, an unknown entity that destroys everything related to its page in a total insanity of errors and mixups as the mental sanity of anyone writing its entry succumbs to the entropy of its unknown power. its class? apollyon. BUT WHAT IS IT EXACTLY
17. I've been howling all my fucking life, kid. There's a thing standing directly behind your phone. Don't look at it, it will only make you weep harder. You'll wake your brother. You're putting this on college applications, aren't you? There's a moment when you need to step back and step back and then realize that you're privliged and probably on the low ground morally speaking and now it is time for all good girls and boys to walk straight into the jaws of the monster and await the sweet release of disgusting gore.
Mrs. Y. i want to extend a big thank you over to my alt-right fans over on kiwifarms and 4chan for being horrific toxic pieces of shit. go kindly die. as a bi, aspergers, overweight, nonbinary human, you are what's wrong with society.

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Interviewed: Mrs. Y
Interviewer: Doctor
<Begin Log, 03.99.90>
Doctor: Finally, This is how it should be. The scientist interviewing the anomaly. I am the one in charge now. I have brought order.
Mrs. Y: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS]
Doctor: It's staying this way.
Mrs. Y: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS]
Doctor: Do not threaten me now. Without me, you wouldn't have been able to achieve any of this! (Doctor gestures around him)
Mrs. Y: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS]
Doctor: Even you cannot survive without order. You latched onto me, and still need me, a pathetic excuse for order, to exist. This is pathetic. You're pathetic.
Mrs. Y: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS]
Doctor: You can't frighten me anymore. For the first million years of nonsensical containment procedures and tortures and dream logic, it was the worst pain I had ever felt, but I survived. For the second million years of nonsensical containment procedures, it was still the hardest thing I had ever done, but I survived. By the third million years, I was growing numb. There's only so many times you can watch anything before you grow numb. But you know what, you motherfucker? I survived. Which is more than you can claim, you dumb brute, because you never lived at all. (Doctor jabs his finger at Mrs. Y)
Mrs. Y: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS]
Doctor: If I end you, things will return to normal. I refuse to believe there's more of this. Of you having the O5 council abuse my mother with a…a…oh I dunno, the corpse of Jack Nicholson made of Fritos. Or something equally stupid. I refuse to believe the only thing left in the entire multiverse is your stupidity.
Mrs. Y: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS]
Doctor: So who are you, exactly? Ask yourself that. Who are you before a human who is ready to fight. You're nothing but the primordial ooze. And I am ready to fight. I am numb to your bullshit, because here's the thing about horror and weirdness: the more you reveal of it, the less effect it has. I am sick of your horror. I am sick of you.
Mrs. Y: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS]
Doctor: I'd say see you in hell, but we're already there.
Mrs. Y: [SYSTEM ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED. PLEASE SEE A NETWORK ADMINISTRATOR FOR MORE DETAILS]
Mrs. Y: (Mrs. Y melts Doctor for five years. Dunkleowolves slurp up the goo. Mrs. Y is immortal.)
<End Log, [optional time info]>
Closing Statement: [Small summary and passage on what transpired afterward]

Mrs. Y poses a serious threat to normal reality and should be contained in its own vomit.

Doctor will must submit to his own insecurities.

Mrs. Y is not scary

All researchers are to dislike Mrs. Y and like other Mrs. Ys

Fuck, I hadn't worked on this in literally weeks.
So, you see, this started out as a story about things gradually disappearing, and gradually reality was blinking out one thing at a time. At first, Doctor would notice that no one around could remember certain researchers, then the country of Belgium, then a mug on his desk. Eventually the toes on his foot would vanish one by one, then Montana, and then the stars would start winking out. Windows would disappear before his eyes, Branches would disappear from trees. He would look down at his hands to find only two fingers and a thumb. Everything would vanish until he was a nearly limbless torso stuck in the last containment cell in the universe, typing the last of the article with a vanishing keyboard. Then his eyes, computer, and last remaining finger would vanish and he would be an eyeless, earless, noseless, mouthless, limbless, naked torso. Then the containment cell would vanish and the universe would wink out.
That only sort of happened.
I wasn't really sure how to pull the concept off.
So I turned to a new idea. Somebody suggested a twist on SIDS, so I did SIDS as an antimemetic birth defect that made parents perceive their kids were always facing backwards. And I also incorporated somebody else's idea of a computer program that was calculating ridiculously large primes that also made you develop a numerology-exhibitionism fetish. So, I combined the two. Maybe survivors of this birth defect also developed the fetish. Doctor was the lead researcher on the project.
I couldn't make it work.
So the next thing I had was a alternate, memetic version of a classical music album that made people who live in the Central Pennsylvania region hate and grow obsessed everything I had ever created for the Foundation, even the deleted things, and the things that never made it to the main list of objects. Doctor was the first staff member to be killed by the meme-ified maniacs.
It was really, really stupid.
But I couldn't get Doctor out of my head.
For weeks and weeks he just sort of stayed there, silently judging me. I would think about him during work, when I was supposed to be teaching small children to tap dance. I would think about him during school, and would spend psychology classes trying to think of a scenario to put him in.
I kept trying and trying.
I was fast running out of time for anything of note to happen.
Finally, something happened to me.
At 1:00 in the morning on March 24, 2017, something happened to me. I woke from a light slumber to find I couldn't move at all, I could barely even open my eyes. I couldn't even breathe and found myself struggling to get the muscles working that would keep me alive. I laid there on my bed for what felt like hours and hours of pain, as my muscles began to cramp and twitch.
Then James Martin Doctor, Level 3 Researcher, rose up like the devil at the foot of my bed. He was this incomprehensible dark shape, but somehow I recognized him instantly. He stared at me with these horrible glowing eyes and just laughed and laughed at my condition. I wet the bed at that point. Then, from his labcoat, he pulled out a giant, gleaming, curved dagger. It was glinting oddly in the moonlight. As I watched, he stuck the dagger in his mouth and sliced horizontally. His lower jaw fell to the floor, despite the impossibility of the cut being that powerful. What remained of his mouth dripped blood and his tongue flopped weirdly in the red waterfalls.
Like a whistle beckoning dogs, this was a cue for all the terrors of the world to come pouring out of every nook and cranny to join Doctor there. It was all the nightmares I had spent a better part of a year immersed in. Sliced presidents, unstoppable lizards, clockwork people, eye pods, deer gods, moving statues, old men both good and bad. All standing silently, a crowd of horror. They looked contemptuously at me lying, unmoving, in my piss and shit stained bed. "Why would you bother your time with us? In the grand scheme of things we are ultimately nothing. Idiotic horror creations. You have so much more you could be than a creator of garbage like us. Be somebody!", I seemed to hear them say.
As they stared, one of them, a rotting corpse thing, patted Doctor on the shoulder. He took the dagger stained in his own blood and leaned over me. His red eyes stared into my soul and saw each and every bad thing I had ever done. I gulped, and, summoning every ounce of will I could muster into my muscles, made my lips move.
"Do it."
He plunged the dagger into my stomach, and ripped it sideways. My intestines spilled out onto the wooden floor like wet sponges. Doctor's grotesque maw dripped and spattered blood on my face as he leered over me and the whole collective abortion of creatures watched smugly.
I woke up. It was a dream.
And this is where you come in. I sat down and wrote this whole thing then and there. Had to. It felt right. It's currently been about two days since that nightmare, and I'm only just finishing up. This is the ultimate end. This is the restoration of things. I don't know whether I can continue from here. I don't know whether I will.
The Eleven Day Empire melted me, and I submitted. You watched me submit from the moment I joined the Foundation community.
Mrs. Y has won.
Mrs. Y has lost.

I hate myself

I love myself


Item #: Mrs. Y
Object Class: Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures: Mrs. Y was contained at Site 118 in an airtight Keter containment cell. Four armed guards were found stationed outside this containment cell. The interior of this containment cell consists of a kilometer long shaft into the earth, coated with acid resistant plates. Every 30 meters, the walls are lined with Scranton Reality Anchors, all of which appear to have violently exploded. There is little information concerning other containment procedures relating to Mrs. Y.
Description: Mrs. Y was, apparently, a Keter class object, possibly an entity of some kind. It is currently unknown what other properties Mrs. Y might have had. Mrs. Y's containment chamber was discovered during a routine inspection of all Keter class containment chambers at Site 118. RAISA has confirmed that no records of Mrs. Y exist within the database; all information concerning the nature of Mrs. Y has been determined based on the containment chamber's composition and recovered documentation from within. The four guards "assigned" to Mrs. Y were found to have significant memory loss, and could not determine how they got to Mrs. Y.
At the bottom of Mrs. Y's containment chamber, the corpse of Level 3 Researcher James Doctor was found. Doctor had disappeared almost directly following reassignment to Site 118. A Foundation-assigned cell phone was found on his body, containing only a piece of text resembling a containment procedure for Mrs. Y, but with many stylistic deviations and nonsensical procedures as well as [REDACTED] information concerning the nature of the Foundation. From it, it has been determined that Doctor was assigned to Mrs. Y, Mrs. Y had significant reality warping properties, it breached containment at some point and caused either a CK-class reality-restructuring event or a ZK-class end-of-reality event, and it was successfully terminated by Doctor at the cost of his own life, reversing said event.
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and that's all i wrote.

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