I Just Fucking REALIZED If U Don't Like 4231 Canon. 166 Befor The Rewrite Could Be A Sarkic Scp. Just

I just fucking REALIZED if u don't like 4231 canon. 166 befor the rewrite could be a sarkic scp. Just think about it

Please, if you interested, can you write one where a Hero scarifies his power to defeat the villain, but after losing his power, their friends abandon them as they're now useless, and then the villain find out?

“Come to gloat?” the villain had asked, the first time. 

The hero had replied something snarky, and kept visiting all the same. It was a bit like digging for a splinter - it hurt, to see them, but it was the only thing that made him feel better. Made him feel normal. 

The villain’s prison cell stripped the power from anyone who entered it. When he had no power, it didn’t really matter, and no questions would be asked. There was no reason for the villain to know, no reason to ever be found out, and so the villain would treat him the same way they always had. He would still feel like a hero. He would still feel like the man who’d won, rather than the idiot who had lost everything and…for what? 

He had to believe it was worth it. Sometimes, it was more difficult to believe than others.

There was something on the villain’s face, this time, that made the hero falter. 

“Your friends came to see me,” the villain said, studying them. “It was quite illuminating.”

The hero’s throat clenched tight. He folded his arms across his chest. Resisted the urge to bolt - not from the villain, never that, but from truth and the aching bitterness of it that felt like it might corrode him from the inside out. “Oh?” 

“They want me to be the new you,” the villain said. “With some caveats and limitations, of course, given my history.” The villain’s head tilted. “It made me wonder why you weren’t being you for them. They were surprised to learn you’d been visiting me and all. Seems the lot of you didn’t keep in touch.” 

The hero stared. The bitterness swelled, and burnt. Replaced. By the Villain. Had they forgotten what that monster had done?

“I told you they were using you,” the villain said. “I want you to remember that.” 

“I remember.” 

The villain smiled - or, it was something like a smile, and something less gloating than the hero had expected. “And now you have no powers.”

The tightness clenched in the hero’s chest next, squeezing all the air from his lungs. Then his stomach, turning it leaden and icy. Heavy. 

“Planning to gloat?” he asked. 

“You didn’t.”

“You’re not me. Well, maybe you are now. I doubt you’d still be in the cell if you were though.” 

“No,” the villain said, softly, “I’m not you.” The villain rose to their feet, gaze still fixed on the hero. “You always were too good for all of us. Genuinely good. It was like watching a bloody train wreck coming at me - only ever going to end in ruin. I don’t intend to be so pathetic as to let anyone use me.”

The hero swallowed, tracking the villain carefully. Neither of them had powers here. But out there…if the villain took the deal…“Mm. Somehow I also doubt you intend to rot in here for the rest of your life.”

The villain smiled, more genuinely this time. “They were desperate, your friends,” the villain said. “Does that make you feel better?”

“No.” It made him feel sick. It made him feel useless, because even if being used was terrible, at least it had made him worth something. At least he’d had friends. Or felt like he did. 

“Of course not.” The villain moved closer to them, still studying him. “You should have joined me when you had the chance.” 

“I’d rather die.” He didn’t know how his friends could even consider using the villain. The villain wasn’t something, somebody, who could be used. It was everyone around them that got turned into tools instead, kept or discarded purely by what the villain could gain from them. Just like his so called friends. The fury hummed white noise in his ears. Surely they wouldn’t? Not after everything the hero had sacrificed to win? He wasn’t so sure anymore.“You lot will bloody suit each other.” 

“Aw, don’t be like that.” The villain’s eyes gleamed, all that old cruelty and magnetism. “I haven’t forgotten what you did, I’ll never forget you, not like them. You’re going to have a front row sit to revenge.” 

The hero snorted. “You don’t think I’m paying the price enough already?”

The villain’s smile vanished. “Never. Waste of goddamn power, as if you hadn’t pissed me off enough already. Only thing worse than you getting me locked up in here, is the fact that now no one will ever believe I could ever have beat you while you still had your powers.”

The hero smiled, then, at that, before tensing as the villain reached out. He still refused to step back. In here, they were equal. Powerless both. He seized hold of the villain’s wrist tight and squeezed, warning. 

“You were so very powerful,” the villain murmured. “The things I could have done with you, that we could have done together…you spat in my face. And look where doing the right thing got you.” 

“I thought you weren’t planning on gloating. Because, you know, look where your life got you. At least I get to walk out of here without cuffs.”

It was another reason the hero was glad. It may be gone, all gone, in ruin, but at least it wasn’t in the villain’s hands. It was worth it. He’d won. 

…he’d won, right? Because the villain wasn’t looking at him like he’d won. The villain didn’t look at him with the dismissive pity of his so called friends, but it wasn’t…

“I took their deal,” the villain whispered, pressing lips to the hero’s ear. “For now. How long do you think they’ll be able to hold me?”

The hero’s smile promptly went through rigor mortis. “They wouldn’t do that.” Sure, his friends had abandoned him, but there was a difference between not having anything to do with him, and actively betraying him. “They would never let you out of here, even they’re not that stupid.” 

The villain laughed softly. “They gave you up, they’re idiots. I am not.” The villain’s free hand found his chest, right above where the scars of that final battle were, nails digging in. The hero’s breath hitched. “You were the only one to ever beat me. I promise you, for what that’s worth, that you’re the only one who ever will.” 

“I’ll stop you. Powers or no powers.” “Mm. So, if I’m pretending at hero, does that mean I get the boy? They’d probably give you to me. I mean, they clearly don’t want you.” 

The hero wrenched back and strode towards the door, not deigning to look back as he walked away, listening as the villain laughed harder. 

 He had to talk to them. Had to make sure they weren’t actually going to do this. What could be so bad that they’d do this? 

The villain was released to fight the monster of the week a few days later.

The hero fully intended to do it first, powers or no powers. 

New him. As fucking if. 

Not a pr0mpt

Talloran joins just for shits and giggles.

scp au idea: kondraki and clef go on a date together. 166 and draven, being the little shits they are sneak out and on spy on them

She sells to mc&d. They're her best custumers.

@rotwave-323 gave a note to my post so now I get to talk about “Scp 166 gets a meth lab”

Ok so you know how Walter White didn’t start out as a bad person but then overtime because the drug kingping we all know, while a similar thing happens in this.

166 (Who I will be calling Meri for simplicity) never really felt like she belonged. Her mom is dead, her dad while he tries isn’t that good of a father and because you know containment she didn’t have that many friends. So when an mtf offhandedly ask if she could make some “dank ass kush” she takes him up on it and shock horror she is really good at it.

So when it’s discovered that Meri is a drug goddess the few people who did find out about it were impressed to say the least and after getting 811 and 1471 on her side Meri rises to a drug lord and falls in to villan hood and yes gets a meth lab.

My god, I love your version of SCP-166. Can I plz marry her?

You got to get Dr. Clef’s blessing first. 💍

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide.