Researcher Zyn's Personnel File

This Mourning Cloak is
a temporary tenant
and good friend of Zyn's.

Name, Zyn K████.
A psyc researcher,
Behavior focus.

Clearance Level of
Security is three, and
Nothing else to say.

Location will not
Be stated here, however
[DATA REDACTED]

History consists
Of Foundation recruitment
Due to incident.

Zyn was discovered
At the college ███
Raising butterflies.

Zyn enjoys light naps
During the afternoons, and
Photographing clouds.

███ ██ ███.

Please don’t ask about
The haikus. I will tell you
It wasn’t my fault.

Someone thought it would
Be funny to replace my
Bowl of noodle soup.

I guess I should have
Recognized Nine Thirty-One
Even with noodles.

Sorry. Next time I’ll
Make sure to get decent sleep.
I just wanted lunch.

Note: it was observed
the instant soup actually
seemed to taste better.

Effects of exposure to SCP-931 were noted to have worn off after approximately █ hours. Following the event, Researcher Zyn was assigned to minimal-effort clerical work for █ weeks.

I'm an admin! Ask me questions here or PM me.
Should SCP-ZYN containment breach occur.

Other Contributions/Etc. Records:

Last Plane out of the South - character contribution for canon contest
Dance the Danse (by Ihpkmn) - poetry
Surprise! Happy Birthday! Still? - Gears Day 2013 creepypasta "Diaphanous"
Reversed Engineering (by Roget) - prompt given in chat
Essays on Style - author entry
Serpent's Hand Hub - logo design, Illustration placeholder image (outline), some template text
SCP-1411 (by DrMann) - poetry
Surprise! Happy Birthday! Once more... - Gears Day 2014 creepypasta "They're There"
SCP-2045 (by Jekeled) - yelled about the efficiency of molasses in chat I just want to remember this one okay
SCP-563 (by Ihpkmn) - Talked about Chinese food.
Surprise! Happy Birthday! Now, see here... - Gears Day 2015 creepypasta "City Cuts"


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^{Doki doki}


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^RAWR

Dads!

(Thank you, fastandbulbous!)

2016 Christmas Gift Exchange

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The wall-shaking cacophony from the room upstairs ceased. A few seconds later, Daniel, Rene's calico, came barreling down the stairs and settled quickly at Riven's feet with a purr. Which meant that she wasn't too far behind, since she never let Dan out of her room while she was practicing - she even brought the litterbox in from the bathroom. However, it took a couple of minutes for her to finally appear at the top of the stairs, and Riven had picked his book back up in the meantime. When she finally did appear, her descent was slow; she averted eye contact, and Riven didn't push it. Her hands buried deep in the pockets of a grey hoodie, she walked into the kitchen. Riven could hear a cup being filled with water from the refrigerator, and Daniel got up and after a moment and followed the sound. After she returned, Daniel at her feet, she walked over and sat on the couch across the living room from Riven. After a minute of sitting silently, she watching the coffee table with her left foot on her right knee, sipping cool water, he pretending to continue reading but in truth worrying what could be wrong, she lowered her left to the floor, pulled a coaster off of the side table and set her glass upon it, sat up straight and spoke.

"I’m feeling really badly about my music." Riven placed his book to his side on the couch and looked at Rene.

"Really? Well, I’ve told you before, and I’ll stand by it now, that you’re music is really something special, Ren. I haven’t heard anything like it." A pause, but Riven knew not to continue - that she took her time while formulating her thoughts.

"Thanks, and I know that… Mm, that I should just do what I feel, and that that's what makes art move forward, you know? And that a lot of amazing artists aren't appreciated in their time…so, I shouldn't expect immediate reception to reflect how my art will be seen in the long run."

"Mhm. Absolutely."

"But I guess it's…Well, I know it is…hard sometimes. Like, today, we had some time in Music Appreciation, and I had asked Mrs. Sands if I could play the class a recording of one of my songs that I'm putting on my album. And, you know, I figured it would be safe since it's Music Appreciation! So I played it, and, well, you know, it was ‘Cassie's Song,’ and you know how much work, how many hours I put into even mixing it, and I thought I had gotten it just right to, you know, like, show off the really basic instrumental makeup that I used, and how it had been subverted to allow for a lighter atmosphere, and more of, like, a cerebral and introspective feel that's really hard to achieve with those instruments. And, like, I even explained that a little bit to the class, but no one liked it. I mean, of course Jon and Philly liked it, but you know that both of them have made stuff with me before, and that we all share music between the three of us, and like, Phis and Adsen and them, too. The thing that made me feel the worst though was the look that Mrs. Sands gave me. I mean, she's teaching Music Appreciation, and she gave me this look while the song was playing like 'You really wanted to share this?' It really makes me feel like I'm never going to find people that appreciate what I make." Rene used her fourth and pinky fingers to brush aside her auburn hair and scratch her right temple. She had begun tapping her foot unconsciously while she was talking, and, looking down, stopped. After a while, Riven looked up to her and spoke:

"I've got a story from back when I worked with your dad and Oliver at the Foundation. I know that you don’t like hearing those stories sometimes, but would you mind hearing this one? It's one I haven't told before, and I think it might help."

"Sure, of course, if you think it’ll help. Usually the reason that I don’t like those stories is that the whole Foundation gives me a bad feeling…it seems like worse times, ya know? Can I turn the lights off though? They're giving me a headache." Rene switched the overhead lights off, walked over and sat next to Riven, leaning her head on his right shoulder. Riven consciously cleared his throat like he always did when he was about to share a story - it just felt right.

"Well, it was the second year that I had worked in my own labs, which was about seven years before my job kind of became, uh, null, you know, and so I was scrambling around as usual, trying to keep people safe, early, early in the morning. Probably about 5:30. I remember it was a Monday because I was quite excited about one of the items that was in our cache for the week. If I remember correctly it had some element of transportation, and those were always some of my favorites.

"So I'm doing the routine scramble, and I'm breathlessly approaching our office, and I notice that the door is ajar, which is worrying because the only other person that works in there is Researcher Milen, and he’s terribly punctual: 7 AM, every day, no exceptions. So, even though I know I may have just left it ajar from the night before, ‘cause in those days almost every night was a late night, I approach cautiously - no, it wasn't silly of me. You need to remember this is pre-CC, and where I was. We needed to stay alert. So I move very slowly along the wall, and I get right outside the door to peek in, and there's a woman standing in there.

"She's all bloodied up, clothes all torn, panting all breathless, and she's looking all over the place really panicked. She turns, and it seems like she's planning on running out of the room, but she sees me, and I'm deer-in-the-headlights at this point, and she starts rambling about cars. An endless stream of strange comments and negations on the features of cars! 'Cars cannot travel through time!' 'Cars serve people!' 'Cars don't want to find me!' 'Cars are made by people!' And as she keeps talking she starts to calm down, and she gets this ethereal look on her face, of just…pure joy. I've never seen such pure joy, and soon enough her panting is sounding a lot more like sighs of relief. By this time, though, I've hit the button on the inside of my coat that summons security, and I'm sure they were on their way anyways, thinking back - cameras on every corner. She got sedated right off the bat, taken, questioned, and then - I later learned - given some strong amnestics and turned away. I asked for a transcript of the interview, and shared it with Mark and Oliver, and they didn't believe it at all, and apparently neither did the higher-ups, or I'm sure we wouldn't have just given her amnestics and thrown her away…Or maybe we would have. Those were strange days…

"She claimed she was from another time. That in whatever world she came from, which she swore was ours, there was an extra-dimensional threat to humankind called cars. That they pervaded the conscious space of all people, that they tormented them, drove them mad. I mean, really amazing stuff. I think I've still got a copy of the transcript in the attic if you'd like to read it. I don't do the story justice. Well, anywho, she told us that she was a mercenary who wielded the power to change the cars with statements on their nature, as long as such statements had a listening ear, but there was no one left to hear her. She spent many years digging through the ancient, abandoned archives of a group she called 'The Candlebearers.' How she managed to survive that long is up to the imagination. Finally, she finds something, she finds some object that she thinks may help, one of many I’m sure, but this one truly is the one, and, through some interaction, she winds up in Oliver's and my office.

"So…even now, no one believes that this woman was anything but mad. She gets her mind wiped. She got kicked out on the streets of a nearby town. And that's how it was. But you know what I think?" A smile made its way across Rene's face in the dim light that came through the door to the kitchen.

"I think so, but I want to hear you say it." Riven smiled too.

"I believe that she saved the world. Existence. I believe that without her, we wouldn’t be here.

"So, what I'm trying to say is that” Riven ran his fingers through his hair, contemplating how to go on “no matter what some people think, know that you'll find someone to listen to you, to hear your voice, to hear your message. To hear you. You're saving the world. Ren."

Rene took a deep breath and kicked up from her spot on the couch. A smile once again spread across her face. She looked down on Riven.
"Hm." Walking towards the stairs, Rene flipped on the lights. "Do you know when Dad's gonna be home?"

"Pretty soon, I'd say."

"Alright. Thanks Dad." And with that, Rene ran up the stairs, Daniel in hot pursuit. Riven returned to his book. Shortly thereafter, the cacophony started up once more, and the walls shook a little harder.

Later that night, Riven dug through a box of his old paperwork; the light from the avenue filtered through the attic window and a brass lamp that he had plugged in near the entrance lent him the light he needed. There it was. "Interview AxC-5466-M: Interview with PoI 'Rene Guilder' Regarding Infiltration of Restricted Area K-2"

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The Forest

(Thank you, rumetzen!)

2015 Christmas Gift Exchange

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In the beginning there was The Forest. And within the forest, life. Great and small, predator and prey, winged and scaled and fanged and furred, the Forest teemed with every possible creature. Some you would know. Some have never been seen on this Earth. Birds with great blue feathers that nested in the dirt, insects with jewels for shells, fish that swam through air and wolves that hunted walking trees. All lived together in harmony.

And then came Man.

Rabbit saw them first. While foraging for roots, she looked up, and saw fire. She fled to warn the others- fire had not been seen in the woods for many generations. And as the denizens of the Forest came to view the flames, they saw the great machines that accompanied them. Behemoths of rusted steel, they belched smoke and tore at the trees. They uprooted wood from the earth and stripped the bark, feeding the remains into furnaces to fuel the grumbling fire.

At first, the denizens of the Forest knew not what to do. They had never seen anything like this before. After many days of observation, they realized that the machines would not leave, that the men would not go, that they would only continue to bore deeper and deeper into the woods. And the animals began to strike back. The leaped at the men and clawed and the machines and tore at the steel. But no amount of fury behind them could best the weapons of man. The animals were driven back, time and time again, until all that remained of the forest was a single grove, and the animals that huddled there.

“We are doomed,” cried Two-mouthed Bear. The other animals agreed.

“The Forest is about to fall,” lamented the Bee King. The others knew this was true.

“I will talk to Man,” came a small voice. The animals were silent. They turned, trying to find who had spoken.

“I will see why they have come to us,” came the voice again. This time, the animals saw the source- Butterfly, floating to the center of the grotto.

“It is impossible,” said Trout. “They will destroy you as soon as you grow near.”

“But they will not see me,” was Butterfly’s response. “I am small and quick. I will sneak past their machines, and speak to those in control.”

“They will not listen to reason,” said Green Deer. “They are mindless, destructive.”

“We cannot know until I try,” said Butterfly. The other animals were silent. They held no hope that Butterfly would succeed. But they also knew they could do nothing to stop her. And so, she left the grotto, and floated towards Man.

She came to their machines, and trembled at the great heat they produced. But she flew high, and passed them un-singed. She came to their camps, and looked at the wasteland the Men had left. She flew past the blackened stumps, and torn earth, and rivers of oil. And she was afraid, for she had seen what Men do to beautiful things.

And passed the wastes, she found a final tent. Three men stood aside, with gleaming weapons. And when she snuck past, she found inside a frail looking man slumped in a chair. A gold band sat atop his thin, grey hair.

Butterfly floated up to him and cleared her throat. “Hello.”

He jolted up. “Who’s there?”

“It’s me, Butterfly. Please sir, are these your Men?”

The man puffed up with pride. “I am King of these people.”

“I see,” said Butterfly. “And why are you trying to destroy the Forest?”

The question seemed to startle the King. “Because it’s in my way, of course.”

Butterfly considered this. “But what about the animals that live here?”

“What about them?”

“You are destroying our homes. You are killing us.”

“They are not my subjects. It is not my concern.”

She fluttered her wings. “You are conquering these lands, are you not? Does that not make them your subjects?”

He stroked his chin. “Perhaps…”

“Have you met any of the other animals?”

“Of course not!”

She smiled in the way that only butterflies can smile. “What is the point of being king if you do not know your subjects?’

He drummed his fingers against the chair. “Very well. Show me.”

And she lead him back to the grotto, where the animals trembled in fear. At first, he refused to get near them, and they him. But Butterfly nudged him forward. She assured his fellows that he would not harm them. And eventually, Cat approached the King. He recoiled, then allowed the animal closer. He knelt down and petted the animals soft fur.

Parrot fluttered up, landing next to the King. He stared at the plumage, eyes wide. It was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen. He listened to the music of the Singing Deer, and rode the powerful Horse, and gazed in wonder at the blinking of Firefly. One by one the animals approached him, and as he took in each, his heart grew softer.

When the final had come, Butterfly again came to him. This time, he looked at her with eyes wide, astonished by the beautiful of her wings. He bowed his head, understand the wonders that he might have destroyed. And the next day, when the animals woke, the Men were gone.

And the Forest began to grow again.

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SCP-1443

(Thank you, Doctor Photosynthetic!)

2014 Christmas Gift Exchange


^{Beautifully drawn!}

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SCP-348

(Thank you, Doctor Jekeled!)

2013 Christmas Gift Exchange


^Omanomnom.

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Christmas Alone

(Thank you, Researcher Gargus!)

2012 Christmas Gift Exchange

Because apparently I've written a substantial number of these. Note: the demos are kinda low-quality, since they were recorded using a cell phone microphone and no computer editing.

ETA: Dear lord these are old and kind of embarrassing. I'd like to think my GLaDOS impression is better now in the college dorm I could 100% "Still Alive" on vocals in Rock Band 2 grumble grumble

Partial Lyrics and Short Demos

Still Alive
Forum post: http://www.scp-wiki.net/forum/t-427149/forum:thread#post-1850362
Demo: http://scpsandbox2.wdfiles.com/local--files/zyn/Still%20Alive%20demo.mp3

Still Alive Lyrics

Let it Hold
Forum post: http://www.scp-wiki.net/forum/t-834948/let-it-hold-parody-of-disney-s-let-is-go#post-2001938
Demo: http://scpsandbox2.wdfiles.com/local--files/zyn/Let%20it%20Hold%20verse%201%20demo.mp3

Let it Hold Lyrics

Full Lyrics

Cool Things to Find
Forum post: http://www.scp-wiki.net/forum/t-709442#post-1871598

Cool Things to Find Lyrics

Do You Wanna Catch a Bixby?
Forum post: http://www.scp-wiki.net/forum/t-427149/forum:thread#post-2075945 (lyrics by Americium241, tweaked by Zyn)
Demo: http://scpsandbox2.wdfiles.com/local--files/zyn/Bixby%20verse%201%20demo.mp3
http://scpsandbox2.wdfiles.com/local--files/zyn/Bixby%20verse%202%20demo.mp3
http://scpsandbox2.wdfiles.com/local--files/zyn/Bixby%20verse%203%20demo.mp3

Do You Wanna Catch a Bixby? Lyrics

Currently in Progress

Keter on the Lawn (Zombies on the Lawn parody)

Numbers

SCP	Rating	Comments	Created	Last Comment	Last Edit
SCP-3375	47	17	09 Jun 2017 00:54	22 Jun 2017 06:13	09 Jun 2017 01:42
SCP-576	162	54	02 Feb 2013 23:28	22 Jun 2017 06:18	06 Jun 2017 15:42
SCP-348	647	193	29 Nov 2012 02:13	14 Jun 2017 07:11	06 Jun 2017 15:39
SCP-2885	105	19	13 Aug 2014 04:29	31 Aug 2016 12:26	06 Jun 2017 15:36
SCP-2448	73	41	14 Mar 2015 20:39	28 Sep 2016 18:02	06 Jun 2017 15:32
SCP-2332	156	35	21 May 2014 06:02	23 Mar 2017 14:25	06 Jun 2017 15:30
SCP-2255	150	65	06 Apr 2014 03:28	13 Jun 2017 05:54	06 Jun 2017 15:29
SCP-2225	78	25	08 Feb 2015 01:58	29 May 2017 06:17	06 Jun 2017 15:29
SCP-2023	107	56	09 Jun 2014 05:21	07 Sep 2016 12:48	06 Jun 2017 15:27
SCP-1457	143	61	11 Aug 2012 07:11	20 Dec 2016 23:25	06 Jun 2017 15:21
SCP-1443	59	33	23 Apr 2013 04:47	13 Dec 2014 20:53	06 Jun 2017 15:20
SCP-2239	53	21	18 Jul 2015 23:31	02 Dec 2016 02:51	06 Jun 2017 11:23
SCP-2175	65	12	06 Apr 2015 01:20	13 Feb 2016 20:34	06 Jun 2017 11:17
SCP-2166	74	28	22 Apr 2017 22:22	25 May 2017 06:32	06 Jun 2017 11:16
SCP-1744	70	31	19 Jul 2013 04:14	17 Dec 2013 11:27	06 Jun 2017 10:39
SCP-1571	88	58	27 Mar 2013 04:18	15 Apr 2017 21:06	06 Jun 2017 10:24
SCP-1355	45	27	03 Aug 2012 04:42	04 Nov 2015 05:55	06 Jun 2017 10:05
SCP-1338	91	36	06 Mar 2013 06:27	03 Jan 2016 21:18	06 Jun 2017 10:03
SCP-1334	127	72	20 Jan 2014 04:10	11 Feb 2015 21:14	06 Jun 2017 10:03
SCP-3223	50	25	06 Jun 2017 04:28	14 Jun 2017 05:53	06 Jun 2017 05:03
A Wedding Gift For A Lady Mantis	22	18	02 Mar 2017 00:49	07 Mar 2017 06:04	03 Mar 2017 03:02
A Love Letter to a Lady Mantis	39	17	04 Sep 2016 01:47	22 Sep 2016 14:59	02 Mar 2017 01:11
SCP-723-J	134	60	23 Oct 2015 06:18	04 May 2017 21:37	10 Jan 2017 21:46
SCP-732-J	77	45	30 Nov 2016 23:23	28 Dec 2016 23:35	01 Dec 2016 11:21
SCP-3333-J	173	41	04 Feb 2015 05:21	06 Jul 2016 22:56	11 Oct 2016 01:44
Spirit Staff of Eastern Avian Shaman	29	9	07 Jul 2014 01:30	11 Jul 2014 06:48	14 Jul 2014 02:51

Tale	Rating	Comments	Created	Last Comment	Last Edit
Decompression	33	14	10 May 2016 23:00	11 Dec 2016 02:17	20 May 2017 21:33
A Sort of Challenge	43	12	01 Mar 2015 04:17	09 Mar 2015 04:26	20 May 2017 21:32
Remember You	31	6	29 Nov 2014 06:00	10 Dec 2014 08:15	20 May 2017 21:32
Memory of a Masterpiece	56	13	16 Sep 2014 03:53	20 Sep 2014 07:13	20 May 2017 21:32
Salut d'Amour	83	37	15 Feb 2013 00:34	15 Aug 2015 03:49	20 May 2017 21:32
Reality Check	94	16	21 Apr 2014 22:42	03 Feb 2016 23:14	20 May 2017 21:32
More than Ever	72	28	12 Oct 2012 05:32	20 Jun 2015 19:52	20 May 2017 21:31
Sacrifice	46	13	08 Mar 2013 06:39	03 Apr 2013 14:45	20 May 2017 21:31
Irrational	29	18	23 Aug 2013 19:30	04 Jun 2014 06:07	20 May 2017 21:31
Kiryu Labs Hub	33	21	30 Nov 2014 00:27	20 May 2017 21:30	20 May 2017 21:30
Snakes And Ladders	96	24	22 Apr 2015 06:04	25 Mar 2016 04:50	13 Apr 2017 07:44
Impressions	62	26	29 Jan 2013 00:09	05 Apr 2013 04:37	19 Jan 2017 00:16
Slumbering	21	10	20 Aug 2012 20:56	28 Sep 2012 22:40	11 Oct 2016 01:44
Waking	25	8	14 Aug 2012 19:39	15 Aug 2012 04:22	11 Oct 2016 01:43
Ailier	35	21	21 Sep 2013 05:23	18 Jan 2017 08:47	11 Oct 2016 01:43
Arbitrary Darkness	50	36	18 Jan 2013 09:04	28 Dec 2015 20:50	08 Oct 2016 06:56
Into That Good Night	80	55	27 Aug 2012 19:14	10 Jan 2014 04:09	19 Sep 2016 05:10
Dreaming	20	13	20 Aug 2012 23:44	21 Nov 2012 07:37	22 Apr 2016 15:34
Birdseed	21	6	08 Jul 2014 04:49	14 Jul 2014 17:05	22 Apr 2016 15:23
M13 Personnel Memorabilia Log	42	26	24 Feb 2016 23:00	20 Mar 2016 20:34	22 Apr 2016 15:15

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