i can control myself, but i have still the eerie primal urge to terminate the bright red bug.
honestly i would want someone to hold the laser to me for i unleast theses urges but it would be hard since the person would probably also want to grab the laser point.
Do you also have some sort of an urge to knock down things standing on shelves and stuff?
there is a good reason of why Dawn won’t alloy me from entering the room where she stores the -3.
none of us wants to cause an third impact-like extiction event, however i’m much more fascinated by the 8610 effects and i let alot of theses bad urges flow.
What would be the opposite of SCP-8610? Goblin-man?
0168-PCS: an catboy made of anti-matter and which all molecules are the chiral form of their original counterparts
Imagine if there was a version of SCP-8610 Infecting cats and making them more human-like
so… that’s just any 8610-3 fluid that was made from a formerly human 8610 instance.
and yes, that does mean infecting an axolotl with 8610, intentionally driving it to its breaking point, and using its 8610 fluid on a cat would make a catxolotl, though i don’t know who would do that to something as cute as an axolotl. actually, i do, and they’re the same people who give their axolotls thyroids to make them turn into gill-less axolotls that need to breathe air because they don’t have gills. and axolotls don’t naturally reach that form, so they’re gonna be miserable the whole rest of their lives if you do.
yes, but not just rodents. pretty much anything i’m willing and able to kill, cook, and eat
if i don’t expect it, chaos.
yep, that’s why i have an image of bob ross as the pattern for the lock on the 8610-3 fluid containment area in my office. if i have the zoomies, i will mess up, so i have to keep calm and be in a state i can keep myself from knocking things over to get in that room.
I mean, if you have an axolotl which isn’t a pure axolotl but a hybrid of axolotl and tiger salamander, it may become land-form by itself.
REPORT ON THE EFFECTS OF ‘CATNIP’ IN SCP-8610-2 INSTANCES
Hiiiii! :33 I bet that ya guys thought that i was only going to use catnip to only get high, HA! NO! I’m a woman of science, everything i do is backed by FACTS and LOGIC, excerpt when my instincts kick in but thats its outside of my control.
anyways. recently i purchased ten grams of catnip, and I will record details of my experience with its use in this document.
As a stable SCP-8610-2 patient, this document will describe how most “catgirls” (colloquial term for SCP-8610-02 patients) will act upon the effects of catnip.
well enough blablahblah, lets start.
Before starting, I prepared some necessary items in my room to avoid any inconvenience or serious accident, these being:
clean bed and blankets on the floor
clock with easily visible numbers to keep track of time
phone that calls directly to a trusted researcher or task forces in case of emergency
three soft plushies (not necessary but I felt I needed them)
loose and comfortable clothes.
a glass of water and pre-prepared tuna
Notepad
all the fragile objects that were in my sight were placed in a closet, to prevent me from breaking something and hurting myself.
Now I’m ready to start my analysis.
I open the bag containing 10mg of dehydrated Nepeta cataria, better known as Catnip, and take a sniff of the herb.
The first thing I notice is that it smells like mint. Almost like toothpaste, or gum. I was about to give up on the experiment, thinking that I was part of the 33% of the population that is not affected, when I felt a wave of calm wash over my body. An irresistible need to laugh took me and I began to giggle without worry. I looked at the clock and it had already been 17 seconds since I had consumed it. My sense of time seems to change under the influence of catnip, as I felt like I had been laughing for 2 minutes.
I collapsed to the floor and started rolling around on the floor from side to side, and I was still laughing like a fool. I decided to get up to look at the clock but ended up getting distracted by my hands and started running on all fours around my room, bumping several times on the covers that I had put on just so I wouldn’t hurt myself while I bumped into the floor. Still under the influence of catnip, I looked at the clock and 5 minutes had passed, while it seemed to me that I had been running like crazy for half an hour.
Another thing I realized was that despite my almost manic outward state, inside I was as calm as a buddhist monk. Several times I found myself sitting in a corner just enjoying the calm of one of my walls, without a single thought in my head. I have to admit that it was extremely useful for some of my overthinking to disappear even after the effects wore off.
About 8 minutes into the effects of catnip, I nonchalantly called some researcher (I don’t remember if it was Dawn or Madeline.) and had a conversation that, at least for me was one of my best phone conversations and social interactions ever, but I have no idea what the hell I talked about. 13 minutes into the drug’s effect, I had a “genius” idea for a radio soap opera that I wrote in my notebook. A reading after the experiment revealed that I had only made scribbles on the paper and written, in handwriting worthy of my doctor title, the words “JOULE”, “GERMAN HYPERINFLATION” and “SAPIENT PARROTS”. I have no idea what that meant.
18 minutes in, the effects began to wear off. My sense of time accelerated and I started thinking about Monday again. I felt disproportionately hungry, and devoured the tuna I had prepared previously. After that, I fell asleep in the middle of the floor.
After I woke up (a 9 hour sleep, by the way) I still felt extremely tired and had an unbearable headache. I tried turning on the light in my room but it didn’t improve my situation, quite the opposite. I checked my room for any signs of SCP-8610-3 but luckily found nothing.
an hour after I woke up I was feeling much better, although I still had a slight headache (I suppose I must have hit my face against the wall, given the formation of a bump on the top of my head)
I stored the catnip in a closet out of my reach and organized my room.
I would do it again, however it would be much more fun with someone else, which unfortunately is not possible.
Report by Dr. Lina Dumont
Are you making these arts or who?
yes, it was me! i made also some of the other catgirl researchers but idk if i will share here too.
Wouldn’t you need their permission to share them?
thats why i’m reluctant to share it.
lemme just ask they real quick
What kind of a catgirl do you expect zenn to become?
an orange cat one. the unhingedness would match.
Wait, does Dr. Zenn have orange hair?
…i don’t have any idea. during almost all time i knew him, he was either using a clown wig or a oversized indiana-jones-y hat. and since his period on the foundation his hair appears to be (for me at least) in superposition state where i can’t define the color of it and i cant ask to cause the wave function to collapse because he would probably want to enslave me.
How much do we NOT know about them?
enough to their whole existence be classified as an anomaly of its own.
I mean, according to their own stories they even “survived death”, that does seem rather anomalyous.