SCP-050 - To The Cleverest
Object Class: Euclid
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In the bustling containment wing of Site-19, Dr. Bright, Dr. Kald, and Project Director Jones gather in the control room, eyes wide with disbelief. Over the past several weeks, SCP-050 has caused chaos after chaos—pies, strange notes, and even a giant squid—each prank more elaborate than the last.
Dr. Bright: (exasperated) I swear, I've never seen anything like this. The damn thing keeps moving around, and every time I think I've caught it, it pulls some new stunt.
Dr. Kald: (sipping coffee) It's like some cosmic joke. Honestly, I think we're all just feeding into its game.
Jones: (leaning back, grimly) Whatever this is, I want it stopped. This "most clever" nonsense has gone far enough. I think we've crossed into some kind of… prank war zone.
Suddenly, a loud clang echoes from the other side of the room. The monitors flicker as footage plays.
Footage begins:
Scene 1: Dr. Bright enters his office, only to be greeted by a pile of half-eaten pies and a note:
"No more fucking pies, alright?"
Scene 2: Dr. Kald's office, where a rubber rat covered in green slime is on his desk, with a note:
"I can't believe no one's thought of this!"
Scene 3: Project Director Jones's office, where a new note sits on his desk:
"What? That wasn't original at all!"
The footage cuts to Dr. Kald, looking furious, as he finds SCP-050 sitting innocently on his desk, a faint smile on its carved face.
Dr. Kald: (gritting his teeth) That damn statue has now stolen my office. I swear, if I catch it, I'll—
He trails off as the camera zooms in on SCP-050, which seems to be… smirking.
Dr. Bright: (rubbing his temples) It's like a damn feline with a mastery for mischief. We've tried everything—damage, containment, threats—and it just keeps outsmarting us.
Jones: (narrowing his eyes) Enough is enough. We need a new approach. Something that will make it regret its little game.
Dr. Kald: (sneering) Or we could just… out-prank it. If it's so clever, let's see who's smarter.
Dr. Bright: (raising an eyebrow) You're suggesting a prank war? Again? After all this?
Jones: (smirking) No, no. This time, the prank war. We're going to settle this once and for all. And I've got just the idea.
He pulls out a folder labeled "Operation: Ultimate Prank."
Jones: We'll turn the tables. No more pies. No more nonsense. We're going to make it regret ever crossing us.
Later that day, in a series of covert operations, the Foundation staff set their plan into motion:
Dr. Bright secretly replaces SCP-050's statue with a replica made of lightweight, squeaky rubber.
Dr. Kald rigs a hidden speaker to play a recording of an ominous, booming voice: "You think you're clever? We're coming for you."
Jones sneaks into the storage room and replaces the statue's base with a trapdoor filled with colorful, squeaky rubber ducks.
The next morning, chaos erupts.
Footage shows SCP-050 sitting innocently on Jones's desk. Moments later, the statue suddenly emits a loud squeak. It then begins to wobble, then topple—revealing the trapdoor underneath, which dumps a flood of squeaky ducks onto the floor.
Dr. Kald: (laughing) Looks like we've finally got it. The little bastard.
The statue is replaced with the rubber copy. But overnight, the Foundation staff discover something unexpected:
The rubber statue has been swapped back to the original, cleaned, and with a new note attached:
"Nice try. But I'm still the cleverest."
The staff exchange nervous glances.
Dr. Bright: (smiling wryly) Well, I suppose the game continues. But at least we've established who's really in charge here.
Jones: (grinning) Yeah. And I think we're going to need more than just pranks to beat this thing.
As the prank war rages on, the staff can't help but wonder—who's really pulling the strings? And whether, somewhere in the shadows, SCP-050 is smirking even wider than before.
End.