Odemon #601

-It had seemed like such a good idea at the time.
-I was all for it, I remember.
-Yes, you were. I was a little skeptical–
-Oh, don’t give me that.
-Fine, I was down for it too. I was just worried we’d get a wig or something and that would get caught in our gears.
-A Mega. Our trainer wanted to try and get me a Mega. Mega Klinklang. It’d have been awesome.
-Of course, not a whole lot of people had heard of Megas in this area.
-Isn’t there like, one native Pokemon that had it?
-Audino, yeah.
-Yeah, and doesn’t it like, turn into a Fairy?
-Isn’t it already a fairy?
-I dunno. Man, I want to be a fairy.
-Better than this. So yeah, Klinklangite. Our trainer was a chemist, he thought he could create the stone in his lab. Boy, was he wrong.
-Well, not necessarily. Maybe he could have, just something went wrong.
-Point is, Mega Stones are something that has to be made by nature, or it will go wrong.
-Ooh, wait, what if it DIDN’T go wrong and this IS my Mega form! That’d be why no one ever found it!
-Because it’s useless and sucks for everyone involved?
-Uh… yeah.
-Well, he synthesizes SOME stone, I hold it, and then I battle a colleague of his.
-Hey, that’s me!
-Shut up. You know that Ferroseed can’t talk. She… I don’t even think she exists anymore.
-I… I know. I just… I hate this.
-I do, too.
-I hate what I am. What I’ve done.
-If I could find that blasted stone… But it probably got turned into a screw or gear or something.
-So yeah, you were saying, I battled a colleague.
-Yeah, I battled a Ferroseed. My trainer activated the Mega Stone as usual, but nothing seemed to change. I looked the same.
-He thought it was a failure.
-Oh, if only it had been. When Ferroseed rammed into us, she… stuck. She just stuck to us. They couldn’t pull her off.
-They thought it was a Magnet Pull ability, didn’t they?
-If this really is our Mega, maybe that’s our ability.
-More like Mind Pull.
-Ferroseed had stuck where the Mega Stone was, so they couldn’t remove it. They started researching frantically, trying to find some way to separate us, but then… the screaming.
-Ferroseed’s screaming…
-She was being transformed. Into a gear. Not a Klink, just a regular gear. It was excruciating for her, I could tell. Her spines fell off, and her screaming stopped.
-Dead…
-A gear.
-Spinning along with the rest of me as if it were meant to be there.
-Then things went downhill wildly.
-Other metal objects would stick to us just as readily, and our trainer decided, hey, let’s just stick more metal crap to it!
-He started calling me noisy, saying I needed a tune-up or something. No, what I needed was to be fixed!
-He just kept sticking metal stuff on me, asking if I liked that, if that would make me simmer down or whatever. No! I told him I didn’t like it but he didn’t seem to hear me anymore!
-Then everyone else in the building started to join in. They just threw metal stuff onto me and they stuck and turned into more gears and screws, belts and pulleys. I was turning into a monster!
-Tools, computers, pipes… a Durant once.
-That squishing… it was so awful.
-I guess they started stealing stuff, because eventually the cops showed up. I think.
-At that point I could hardly see out through all the new gears and stuff, but I guess they figured if I stopped moving people would stop putting junk on me.
-Well anyway, that’s how I ended up in this giant tank of salty water.
-My only hope is they’re still researching a way to fix me…

-Odemon #601 Klinklang

Odemon #779

Item #: SCP-P779
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: probably a tank of water with like, psychic block machines or something, i dunno. Under no circumstances is SCP-P779 to be allowed within any feet of Mareanie. Shellder is okay. Feed it all the Shellder it wants. just don’t hurt mareanie
Description: SCP-P779 is a fish with prominent lips and strong, sharp teeth able to shatter substances harder than diamond. Its true anomalous properties begin when the protuberance on its head opens up, at which point it releases a constant low-level, during which the grating sound of grinding teeth echoes through the area. When it focuses on something it has identified as prey the level of psychic power increases and the prey is stunned.
Acquisition: this thing figgin BIT A HOLE THROUGH MY NEW BOAT, i called in every figgin strike team within a thousand miles to help me take revenge but then they say it’s an scp and i can’t kill it?? WHERE’S THE JUSTICE
Note from a real researcher: boy this thing is ugly

-Odemon #779 Bruxish