GaSCP Foundation (But better)

The GaSCP facility is a place where they contain anomalies. All the anomalies, however, shared one thing in common: They're all extremely gassy or gross in some other way, and they all want to fart on human faces, or otherwise make humans grossed out. They're also all humanoid, looking more like women with special qualities (ears, tails, scales) rather than the monsters they are in the original SCP universe. And they all have human-level intelligence. And not only humanoid, they're supermodel levels of beautiful and sexy.

🥜SCP-173: A quiet anomaly that only moves when not being seen. Tho when she's not seen she can move at blinding speeds, to the point even a single blink is enough for her to approach and sit on the faces of people close enough to her. And once she sits on the face of someone she proceeds to fart on them until her victim either passes out or manages to push her off. Her farts are silent but extremely deadly, mostly smelling like rotten vegetables and rotten eggs. She's not a big talker, but she can communicate by nodding or shaking her head. SCP-173 looks like a tall, athletic woman with skin that’s weirdly smooth—like polished stone. It’s pale, almost white, with some light cracks and faded rust-colored stains along her arms and neck, like she’s been standing in an old warehouse for years. Her body has a kind of sculpted look, like a statue that just happens to be alive, and she moves in a way that’s stiff but precise—almost too still when she stops. Her eyes are bright red and wide open all the time, with sharp, narrow pupils that don’t blink. It’s unnerving, but you can’t help but look. Her hair is chopped short, jagged, and bone-white, like someone broke a porcelain doll and glued it back together with style. There’s a grime to her—like dust or dirt that just doesn’t come off—but it adds to the whole abandoned-artifact vibe. Definitely not normal, but still somehow hard to look away from.

👁️SCP-096: An extremely shy anomaly that doesn't like her face or body to be observed. If one were to do so she'd fly into an obsessive rampage, chasing after the offender and sitting on their face and farting on it relentlessly until they pass out. She has super strength and knows the exact location of her prey at all times. Her farts are LOUD, to the point they're overwhelming by sound alone, but they're also overwhelming by the fact they reek horribly of sewage and whatever food the scientists gave her. She also has a nasty case of swamp ass and bodily odor. Her personality can border on yandere when observed with the levels of obsessiveness and hornyness. SCP-096 is a strikingly tall woman with smooth, porcelain-pale skin that looks flawless under any light. She has a statuesque, runway-tier figure—long legs, narrow waist, and graceful curves that make her silhouette impossible to ignore. Her height pushes past seven feet, but it adds to her ethereal presence instead of making her look unnatural. Every movement she makes is slow and controlled, almost like she's afraid of breaking something fragile around her.

Her hair is silver-white and falls in soft, silky waves past her shoulders, usually covering part of her face like she’s hiding from attention she obviously draws. Her features are delicate and hauntingly beautiful—high cheekbones, soft lips, and downturned gray eyes that always seem on the verge of tears. There’s a quiet sadness to her expression, like she’s carrying something heavy, but it only adds to her mysterious, almost angelic charm.

🥼SCP-049: A courteous anomaly that believes certain people are carrying what she calls "the plague", and that the only cure is for the carriers to sniff her ass until they pass out. She tries to be courteous and elegant at all time, but can turn aggressive if her "patients" refuse treatment. She's usually also seen with a harem of mindbroken female researchers, that act more like zombies, and are all inexplicably gassy. Her farts are pretty bad, smelling of rotten eggs and spoiled milk with some skunky undertones, and linger for literal hours after she's gone. And the farts of her zombie harem smell the same except less intense. She wears a plague doctor's mask and clothing. SCP-049 has a timeless, gothic beauty that makes her look like she walked straight out of a dark fantasy painting. Her skin is smooth and pale with a porcelain-like glow, almost unnaturally perfect. She wears a long, sleek black coat tailored to her hourglass figure, with subtle silver embroidery and a high collar that adds to her mysterious, aristocratic vibe. The outfit blends old-world plague doctor aesthetics with modern elegance—somewhere between 17th-century healer and high-fashion model.

Her face is hidden behind a white mask shaped like a bird’s beak, smooth and flawless with narrow eye slits that reveal piercing violet eyes behind them—sharp and intelligent. Her black hair is thick and straight, falling in a curtain down her back or tied up in a regal twist, depending on the day. Every part of her look is clean, deliberate, and unnervingly calm—like she’s always in control, and she knows you’re staring.

🖤SCP-106: A sadist anomaly that thrives on the disgust of human, loving to make them throw up and beg for mercy with nothing more than her farts and her overall grossness. Every part of her reeks. Her farts, her burps, her armpits. And she'll try to stink up anyone unfortunate enough to be on her way. She's one of the older anomalies in the facility, at least in the mental and physical side, as she looks like a woman in her 30's or 40's, tho in reality she's much older. Her farts smell the worst out of all the anomalies (excluding 682 if she modifies her biology), as they reek of pure sulfur, skunk, sewage, and overall any other bad smell you can list. SCP-106 looks like a woman in her late 30s to early 40s—mature, confident, and dangerously attractive. Her features are sharp and well-defined: high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a knowing smirk that makes it feel like she’s always five steps ahead. Her skin has a slightly ashen tone with an oily, metallic sheen in certain light, almost like it’s been permanently stained by whatever place she came from. There are faint black markings along her arms and shoulders that look like old ink or corrosion, but they only add to her allure.

Her hair is long, dark, and messy in that effortlessly seductive way, with strands that seem to drift on their own like smoke. She wears a long, tattered black dress or coat that moves like liquid shadow, clinging to her form but fraying at the edges. Wherever she walks, the air feels heavier, the light dimmer—like reality bends just slightly around her. There’s an ageless quality in her expression—someone who's seen centuries pass and finds the present amusing at best. She's not youthful, but she doesn’t need to be—she’s the kind of beautiful that’s dangerous, mature, and impossible to forget.

🦎SCP-682: A hateful anomaly that wants to see all life suffer. No matter if the life is human, anomalous, or something else, she'll stink up whatever is in her path with pure hate, not even taking delight in the suffering. She'll adapt her body to whatever makes her victim suffer the most. Her victim dislikes farts? She'll modify her biology so her farts reek so bad they could knock out a skunk. Armpits? Suddenly her armpits are extremely sweaty with an extremely awful stench. She's also essentially immortal, with superhuman strength. SCP-682 stands out with a fierce, powerful presence that’s impossible to ignore. She’s tall and athletic, with a strong, toned body wrapped in shimmering green scales that catch the light like armor. Her skin has a subtle iridescent glow, shifting between deep emerald and hints of gold depending on the angle. Along her back, sleek dragon-like horns curve gracefully, framing her sharp, angular face with piercing amber eyes that burn with intensity.

Her long hair is wild and dark green, flowing like a mane, with hints of scales along her temples that blend seamlessly into her skin. Clawed hands and feet give her a predatory edge, while her nine-foot-tall frame carries itself with a confident, almost intimidating grace. She wears a torn, fitted coat that looks like it’s seen countless battles but somehow only adds to her rugged allure—someone you wouldn’t want to cross, but who’s strangely captivating.

🧡SCP-999: A loving anomaly and the absolute opposite of 682. She just wants to bring happiness to everyone she crosses, even if it's in a bit of a weird way. She loves covering people in her sticky slime, as while gross, it has soothing properties. She also loves to fart on people's faces because her farts, while they still reek, have aphrodisiac properties. And, while 999 is a slime girl and 682 is more akin to a lizard girl, they're actually sisters, and know each other. They each represent pure good and pure evil respectively. SCP-999 is like a glowing, playful vision of happiness made human. She has smooth, translucent skin with a warm, soft orange glow that seems to pulse gently from within, giving her an almost magical, radiant look. Her figure is petite and curvy, with a youthful energy that makes her seem constantly in motion, like she’s about to bounce or giggle at any second.

Her hair is a shimmering shade of golden-orange, flowing in loose, bouncy waves that catch the light like liquid sunlight. Her eyes are bright amber, wide and sparkling with pure joy and mischief. She dresses in light, airy clothes—soft fabrics in warm tones—that move effortlessly with her, enhancing her cheerful, irresistible charm. Being near her feels like being wrapped in a warm, comforting hug you never want to let go of.

📱SCP 1471: A stalker anomaly that, when she lays eyes on someone, will stalk them. Getting closer and closer, even appearing in their peripheral vision, before striking and farting on their face. She's a bit obsessive too, claiming to be her victim's one and only, and that she'll be with them forever. After enough stalking she even starts sending pictures of her in particularly lewd poses, starting tame at first before escalating into messages with full-on fantasies about farting on her victim's face. Her farts smell differently depending on how long she followed her victim before striking, ranging from bad for humans standards to absolute putrid devastation that can wilt any plant life in a 5 mile radius. ChatGPT said: SCP-1471 appears as a striking young woman with smooth, pale skin and an unsettlingly calm expression that feels both inviting and distant. Her long, straight black hair falls neatly past her shoulders, framing a face with sharp features and large, dark eyes that seem to watch everything with quiet intensity. There's an eerie stillness about her, as if she’s always just a step removed from the world around her.

She wears a simple, form-fitting black hoodie and dark jeans, her style casual but perfectly put together, giving her a modern, almost ghostly vibe. Despite her ordinary look, there’s something about her presence—cool and silent—that makes you feel like she’s always there, quietly observing, impossible to ignore.

♥️SCP 939: A dual anomaly. A pair of aggressive dog girls who love to hunt prey, mimicking the voices of other people they've heard the screams of. They're, however, blind, which means they can only rely on the sounds their victims make. They're both incredibly smug and bratty, one loves to gloat about how amazing they are, while the other loves to say how stupid their victims are for falling on their trap. They always hunt in packs, and seem to have an almost sisterly bond. SCP-939 appears as a pair of sleek, athletic women with wild, lupine features—sharp canine ears atop their heads, slender tails swishing behind them, and piercing golden eyes that gleam with cunning. Their skin has a subtle, earthy tone with faint patches of soft fur along their arms and legs, giving them a natural, predatory edge. Both move with lithe, confident grace, radiating a mix of danger and teasing confidence.

One has short, tousled dark hair and a sly smirk that never leaves her face, while the other sports longer, midnight-black hair and a more calculating, almost amused expression. They dress in tight, functional outfits that look ready for the hunt—dark leather mixed with sleek fabrics—perfect for stalking their prey. Their voices are eerily melodic when they mimic others, but their real voices carry that bratty, smug tone that makes it clear they know exactly how much power they have over whoever’s listening. Their sisterly bond is obvious in the way they move and hunt together, always watching each other's backs with a sharp, teasing edge.

☕SCP 294: A helpful anomaly. She lives entirely to serve, tho not because she gets happiness from doing so, simply because it's in her nature. She will deliver any drink that is asked of her, with the only caveat being she has to fart on the person's face first. Once she does, the drink suddenly appears in her hand. Her gas also reeks differently based on what is asked of her. If it's water her gas will have a more neutral smell than something like coffee, where they'll be nasty morning farts. SCP-294 takes the form of a striking woman with an otherworldly, café-chic vibe—like she stepped out of a vintage diner ad but with a twist of mystery. She has smooth, warm-toned skin and sharp, intelligent eyes that seem to know every secret. Her hair is a rich, deep brown styled in soft waves that fall just below her shoulders, often tucked behind one ear as if she’s listening closely.

She wears a sleek, fitted apron over a crisp white blouse and dark trousers, blending classic barista style with subtle hints of something more enigmatic—like tiny glowing symbols embroidered along the hem or cuffs. Her smile is inviting but carries an edge, as if she’s ready to serve you whatever you ask for—no matter the cost. She moves with calm precision, always efficient, making it clear that nothing is impossible for her to deliver.