SCP-872, a researcher's clone, deleted at -17 with a rewrite in the tubes.
SCP-853 failed to understand itself, and so ceased to be at -7.
What was it?
Giving bearhugs to the unsuspecting since 1872.
I believe it was the supercomputer that contained a simulation of the Universe.
Nah, it was the blob of exotic matter that ate fear.
SCP-949, Fire Wraith, made to stop, drop, and roll at -22 and five votes.
Jeez, y'all have been slack.
SCP-853, Post Human Predator, shoved to the bottom of the food chain at -12 and four votes.
SCP-949, Taker of Secrets, declassified at -20 and four votes.
SCP-954, B.C. Mooseman, stuffed and mounted at -6 and four votes.
SCP-984, The Oriental Mummy, unwrapped and used to T.P. some poor schmuck's house at -8 and four votes.
SCP-964, a robot that answers questions, stumped at -14.
SCP-853, Sandman, fused into a heap of glass at -15 and four votes. Back to one slot remaining.
SCP-072, Cushion of Consciousness, shredded during one hell of a pillow fight at -9 and four votes.
SCP-658, the attitude adjuster, spanked at -9/
I've wanted to delete that one literally since I first read it.
I've self-deleted SCP-072, the big mouse that ate everything.