2 stories and 1 SCP I wrote when i was in the 4th grade

like the title says i found some old stories i wrote in elementary school, like 4th grade and thought that the people here would enjoy the mini grabbag

The Run I used to run, I don’t anymore

I started running to get into shape, I enjoyed being out in nature, it’s beautiful, I was walking my usual trail, starting on a long wooden bridge into a forest with a long path, under the bridge there was a swampy area where geese sit and squawk at pedestrians, dumb geese, but today, instead of the geese squawking at me they were squawking at something in the water, the area they were squawking at was bubbling as if something were breathing under there, I paid no attention, at least I wasn’t being bothered, I continued running, turning up my music as to not hear the geese, then I heard a loud squawk that was one of alarm even at full volume I could hear it, I ripped off my earphones and swung my head over to the geese, where instead of 2 geese, there was one goose now. I was confused, the bubbles were gone and the other goose shut up, was it all my imagination? I swore there was another goose there, I realized, I didn’t care, I put my earphones back in and ran faster into the forest. Once I made it in the forest I felt a feeling of safety and solitude, I found being alone nice, no one to bother me, I felt this way for a while until I heard it, a twig, being snapped and thrown at nearby trees, I swung my head to the noise, in doing so my earphones fell out, the shadowy figure looming over me darted before I could see it’s face, if it had one, all it left behind was a half eaten goose, it’s eyes were ripped out of its head. I ran I didn’t look back, not until I made it to the strip mall that was at the end of the forest, what I expected was a lively area with cars and people and lit up lights, but, what I got was a dark, empty and cold place, I busted down a sliding door which was malfunctioning and entered the store, I took a few steps inside and froze, it was there, the thing.

I ran out of the store, I knew it was following me but I didn’t hear it move, I turned around and sure enough it was there, moving slowly as it lumbered towards me, it was just a bit taller than me, it’s steps made no sound, it was hardly breathing, the only indication it probably breathing was its stomach moving, but that could be something else or someone, or some people, I don’t want to find out. I felt myself getting more tired and slower, my knees began to shake, I turned around and it was getting closer and closer, I needed to get out of there, I found what seemed to be a car that was left on, the door was destroyed and shards of the window were everywhere, I got in and drove to my house, where I presumed I was safe, I kept repeating to myself it was a dream and that when I went to sleep I would wake up okay. What I woke up to was my door slowly creaking open as the thing slipped inside, quietly, as if it was a television on mute, I could hear it now, without the panic blocking out sound, each time it took a breath I could hear faint screams, it took a step close to me, and another, another, each one as silent as the last, it was at the foot of my bed, it took one last breath, the goose’s scream came out of its mouth as it lunged at me, I didn’t try to stop it, it grabbed me with its mouth and I saw sharp teeth emerge from its gums and they plunged into my body, and in one swift motion it’s top jaw slammed down on me, I felt I needed to scream, and I did, it was the last thing I would ever do

End

Chuck E. Cheese Walks Make sure you know who’s under that mouse head, if there is a person in the first place.

I work at a Chuck E. Cheese, the worst job ever if you’re stuck in cleaning duty, kids always make messes but not in the way of spilling a drink or dropping pizza slices, they do things in the playpen that I won't disclose here. I haven’t quit yet cause I need the money, but I sure am close to getting out of here, I don’t feel comfortable here, not after what I saw. I usually stay overnight as to clean the store with no other children around to bug me and to just remake the mess I just cleaned up, it’s a disgusting job. Tonight one of my friends here was helping me clean, as I was picking up a nice surprise from the airplane cockpit in the playpen I heard my friend say “Hey dude, the rat thing is missing.” this caught me by surprise, “Maybe someone came in and took him during the day that we didn’t see, the robots sometimes go haywire.” I continue cleaning, assuming we were done with the conversation, that is until I heard my friend say “Hey, is there supposed to be like, bolts or something here? If so they’re like broken, not taken away by some repairman” I have to admit this is a strange occurrence, but I say back to him “I guess either the mechanic was having a bad day or something or the things were too tight so they might’ve just ripped ‘em out” I hear him start to say something else about it but I tell him to be quiet cause I don’t wanna hear this anymore. We finish cleaning and walk out, the next day I come into work in the morning and see Chuck E. Cheese is back, I take a photo of his rat face and send it to my friend with the message “the rat is back” one of my fellow workers who is crazy about rules tells me to put my phone away or else he’ll tell the manager and get me fired, I shove the phone in my pocket and continue sitting around, hardly cleaning any messes, while I sit and view the room I realize, Jeremy, the one who works in the Chuck E. Cheese costume wasn’t here today, which is weird cause he loves that job, he cleans the suit on his own account and doesn’t get paid to do so. He has taken sick days before, but only once, and that was when there was someone else just as enthusiastic as him to be in that suit, so he felt okay to take 1 sick day, but, there was no Chuck E. Cheese walking around being happy to kids, the only Chuck E. Cheese was the lifeless rat robot. It was closing time again and I was told to clean the rat-bot, some kid threw a slice at him and got sauce on his suit/jacket thing, I cleaned his suit and went to continue cleaning. Once I began to clean the playpen I realized a kid had a bloody nose and had made a trail of snot blood, I plop down the rag I had used to clean rat-bot, it’s funny how tomato sauce can look like blood, I clean it, making the rag a red mess, I throw the rag into a bucket and clean off my hands, “Disgusting” I think as I walk out staring at the front of the pizza place, kids go there to be messy brats and adults go there to throw their kids away so they can get moments of peace, and occasionally, cause fights. The next day I come in to see Jeremy  walking around greeting kids, I still don’t understand how he likes that job, I guess it’s making the kids happy, I walk over to another worker there, Mike’s his name if I recall correctly, “Glad to see Jeremy’s back.” he stares at me concerned and says: “Jeremy’s.. Dead.” I’m taken aback by this “H-how? W-what happened?” I say confusedly and scarily “Yeah, someone slashed his tires, then…” “What? What did they do?” “They slashed him, has claw marks all over him, like a bear attacked him.” I get confused “So we got a new person to fill in for him that fast?” he shakes his head, I feel like I just sunk into the ground “I swore I saw someone in a Chuck E. Cheese suit!!” I run back to where I saw him- it, “HE’S OVER THERE!” I point at the thing, the Chuck E. Cheese that walks.

End

SCP-???? (note: the ???? isnt significant i just dont think i could come up with a number)

SCP-???? Object Class: Euclid

SCP-???? Is to be kept in Site-__ inside of a glass case on a stand. If SCP-???? Is to be removed from containment for relocation, mechanical means are to be used such as, metal claws or crane. Physical contact is not to be made with SCP-???? Without proper authorization.

SCP-???? Has the appearance of a colt revolver fashioned at around the year 1873, it appears to be rusted and dirty, all attempts to clean the firearm have failed. The chamber is seemingly always filled with bullets, all equally as rusty and dirty as the gun, cleaning these have also proved futile. Attempts to remove the bullets will result in identical replicas forming within the revolver.

SCP-???? Is not to be touched by any human without proper equipment. SCP-????. When held will seemingly transfer the wielder’s consciousness into the past where they find themselves as an outlaw in a stereotypical looking “Wild West” town, the thoughts of the wielder are altered as well, having their mind go to more criminal ideals and will begin firing at anything, but what in the wielder’s vision are townsfolk. If any other living human beings enter the eyesight of the wielder they will be perceived as a sheriff and will be the main point of focus for gunfire from the wielder. All affected by SCP-???? Seems to be changed into the same viewpoint of 1 person. Attempts to remove the gun will be met by violence.

SCP-???? Was found in 19__ in _______, Nevada after a person who held SCP-???? Had killed 20 including 7 police officers and 13 civilians before being gunned down by a SWAT team. The gun became of interest after a similar incident occurred with the same weapon found at the scene and personnel were dispatched to collect it.

One attempt so far has been made to interview the outlaw persona. As visual contact must not be made, the interviewer was put outside of the cell and spoke through a microphone connected to a speaker inside the cell.

INTERVIEW LOG: DR.: “Hello, I am DR. and I will be conducting an interview.” SCP-????: Stares at the speaker confused DR.____: “First off what is your name-“ SCP-????: Fires at the speaker

SCP-????’s host was shot and killed after firing at the speaker. Cross testing with how it sees other SCPs or what happens if SCPs come into contact with SCP-???? is up for debate.

End

they arent as bad as i wouldve expected and i might end up maybe trying my hand at writing again for the hell of it