MutsKun's Tome of Wonder and Amazement

MutsKun

The ABCs of SCP

A is for Anomaly, which the foundation has set out to find.
B is for Bright, a necklace which obtained a mind.
C is for Containment, it allows others to be free.
D is for Disposable, the orange suits are key.
E is for Euclid, Unpredictable when left alone.
F is for Facility, which many entities call home.
G is for Group of Intrest, who deal with anomalies in a different style.
H is for Hazard, be sure to thoroughly read the file.
I is for IKEA, get lost between its shelves.
J is for Jokes, which the researchers write themselves.
K is for Keter, containing them is a thrill.
L is for Lizard, A thing quite hard to kill.
M is for Memetics, like a keyboard-playing cat.
N is for Neutralised, no longer any threat.
O is for O5, the all-knowing ones in control.
P is for Personnel, the backbone of the whole.
Q is for Quarantine, necessary when affected.
R is for Redacted, [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED].
S is for Safe, just leave it in the box.
T is for Thaumiel, they serve as tougher locks.
U is for Universe, which may or may not exist.
V is for Violation, the O5 rules with an iron fist.
W is for Writing, documenting is a must.
X is for XK, humanity going bust.
Y is for You, who writes about entertaining behaviour.
Z is for Zyn, our glorious Lord and saviour.

Sentinel's Kingdom

I found myself wandering through the dense forest as if it were a busy marketplace, closely watching the trees I walked by as if they were crates of produce ready to be sold. my mind began to wander as I spoke small bits of nonsense to myself, attempting to find some form of company in my voice. I must have walked for hours with no end to the green that filled my vision. This forest I had stumbled upon was not like any forest I had ever seen before. The trees felt ten times bigger than the largest sentinel I'd ever come across while wandering the forests of my birthplace. There was no life to be seen on the ground, I'd heard not one squirrel brush itself against the leaves that covered the dirt. No berries nor nuts could be found, though a feeling of hunger was absent as well. I had been searching through the wood for a week before I came to that realisation, no hunger nor thirst, no animals nor fruits, only trees and foliage.

After a fortnight of aimless wandering, I decided on a plan to find my way back to where I entered the forest. As I remembered it I entered through a door in a tree, though this particular tree had been easily distinguishable from the rest. It stood in an open space and towered over the others. I planned to climb a tree which, when stood on the ground, seemed like a forlorn task. I would use the wood surrounding me to create ladders, platforms and bridges which would eventually get me to where I needed to be. The thought of the sun shining on my face once again motivated me immensely, giving me a surge of productivity in which I must have climbed the tree I had chosen for at least ten meters.

The Song of the Nightingale

A lonely king sat upon his throne, no court to keep him occupied, no jester to entertain him, no wife nor children to love him. Only apparitions of those who once roamed this great hall now danced upon its floors. The wind blew through the broken door, taking with it the last few remaining banners that hang crookedly from the walls. The opening at the end of the hall showed the king the thunderous clouds that now occupied his realm. The fires that had been burning in the capital now extinguished from the rain. The lonely king who stood up and walked towards the stairs that lead to the highest tower in the castle. The lonely king who lost it all, now he stood on the edge of the balcony, closing his eyes.

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A sprawling city filled to the brim with life had been built at the base of a massive castle, banners swept proudly in the wind depicting the royal sigil, a yellow nightingale surrounded by a moon on a dark blue field. Inside the castle, the royal family sat together, posing for a painting. There was the youngest son Rhynchos, their youngest daughter Luscinia, the eldest son Megas, the queen Galan and the king Christian. They tried to stay as still as possible, the queen held down the young Rhynchos as best she could but the young one was too worked up from having sat down for at least an hour already, so he was determined to escape. After the session of that day, the king went to his throne. The time had come for an audience with the public, people would come to his court to bring him gifts and request certain boons.