Chapter 1: Behavior
SCP-1231 does not wait. It does not stalk, calculate, or give its victims time to process what is happening.
It erupts into existence, forcing itself into reality the moment someone lays their eyes on the first sketch.
The attack is immediate, primal like something that was never meant to exist, tearing through space as if trying to break free of the boundaries that kept it confined to paper.
It is fast. It is violent. And it does not stop.
Victims barely have time to react before it is upon them, limbs stretching, folding, distorting as it redraws itself mid-motion, adapting to the chase.
SCP-1231 does not hesitate.
It consumes without pause, leaving behind only a torn page with its latest, more refined form sketched onto it.
Chapter 2: The Lore
SCP-1231's existence began as a mistake a child's drawing, rushed and thoughtless, meant to be thrown away.
The creature was unfinished, lines jagged, limbs twisted at unnatural angles, a mess of scribbled strokes that made no anatomical sense. The child saw the drawing, felt uneasy, and shoved it into the corner of their room before going to bed.
That night, it stepped off the page.
The nightmare came first something towering over the child's bed, folding and unfolding, like paper bending and crumpling in on itself. It had no true shape, only movement, only presence.
By morning, the drawing was gone.
And the creature was alive, waiting for someone else to see it.
It does not kill out of malice.
It kills because it was never meant to exist a mistake, a concept forced into reality**, and now it must feed to survive.
Every victim it consumes makes it more defined, more real, more unstoppable.
Chapter 3 Survival Guidelines
There is no defense against SCP-1231 once it has seen you.
If the sketch appears
**Do not acknowledge it.**
**Do not try to destroy it.**
**Do not attempt containment.**
Destroying the image does nothing another will appear, sharper, darker, more aggressive.
If SCP-1231 has already manifested in reality, survival becomes near impossible.
It moves in chaotic bursts, limbs redrawing themselves mid-motion, shifting into new forms that allow it to adapt instantly to its surroundings.
No walls stop it. No weapons slow it down.
It will erase you, replacing you with a new version of itself** in the next sketch.
Chapter 4 Body Structure
SCP-1231 does not have a single, defined form.
Its body is in constant motion, shifting, redrawing, folding itself into new anatomical structures.
Victims describe:
Limbs that extend mid-chase, stretching unnaturally before snapping into new proportions.
A shape that twists without logic, erasing and reforming pieces of itself in real time.
A face that never stays the same**, shifting between jagged outlines, as if struggling to decide what it should be.
Its true form has never been recorded, because no one who has witnessed SCP-1231 fully has lived long enough to describe it.
Chapter 5: Journal Entry - Dr. Evan Marshall
Journal of Dr. Evan Marshall
Date: April 17, 1964
It is starving.
It was never supposed to exist. I think it knows that. It knows that it was a mistake, something torn from a nightmare and forced into the real world.
And now, it cannot stop. It has to consume. It has to finish itself
The sketches it leaves behind pieces of what it was. Each time, it is more refined. More real. More present.
I saw it in full. I don't know how to describe it because I don't think it was settled on its shape yet. It was something that was still being drawn, unfinished and yet hungry
I should have never looked at the sketch. I should have left it alone. Because now it is coming for me next.
SCP-1231 does not wait. It does not stalk, calculate, or give its victims time to process what is happening.
It erupts into existence, forcing itself into reality the moment someone lays their eyes on the first sketch.
The attack is immediate, primal like something that was never meant to exist, tearing through space as if trying to break free of the boundaries that kept it confined to paper.
It is fast. It is violent. And it does not stop.
Victims barely have time to react before it is upon them, limbs stretching, folding, distorting as it redraws itself mid-motion, adapting to the chase.
SCP-1231 does not hesitate.
It consumes without pause, leaving behind only a torn page with its latest, more refined form sketched onto it.
Chapter 2: The Lore
SCP-1231's existence began as a mistake a child's drawing, rushed and thoughtless, meant to be thrown away.
The creature was unfinished, lines jagged, limbs twisted at unnatural angles, a mess of scribbled strokes that made no anatomical sense. The child saw the drawing, felt uneasy, and shoved it into the corner of their room before going to bed.
That night, it stepped off the page.
The nightmare came first something towering over the child's bed, folding and unfolding, like paper bending and crumpling in on itself. It had no true shape, only movement, only presence.
By morning, the drawing was gone.
And the creature was alive, waiting for someone else to see it.
It does not kill out of malice.
It kills because it was never meant to exist a mistake, a concept forced into reality**, and now it must feed to survive.
Every victim it consumes makes it more defined, more real, more unstoppable.
Chapter 3 Survival Guidelines
There is no defense against SCP-1231 once it has seen you.
If the sketch appears
**Do not acknowledge it.**
**Do not try to destroy it.**
**Do not attempt containment.**
Destroying the image does nothing another will appear, sharper, darker, more aggressive.
If SCP-1231 has already manifested in reality, survival becomes near impossible.
It moves in chaotic bursts, limbs redrawing themselves mid-motion, shifting into new forms that allow it to adapt instantly to its surroundings.
No walls stop it. No weapons slow it down.
It will erase you, replacing you with a new version of itself** in the next sketch.
Chapter 4 Body Structure
SCP-1231 does not have a single, defined form.
Its body is in constant motion, shifting, redrawing, folding itself into new anatomical structures.
Victims describe:
Limbs that extend mid-chase, stretching unnaturally before snapping into new proportions.
A shape that twists without logic, erasing and reforming pieces of itself in real time.
A face that never stays the same**, shifting between jagged outlines, as if struggling to decide what it should be.
Its true form has never been recorded, because no one who has witnessed SCP-1231 fully has lived long enough to describe it.
Chapter 5: Journal Entry - Dr. Evan Marshall
Journal of Dr. Evan Marshall
Date: April 17, 1964
It is starving.
It was never supposed to exist. I think it knows that. It knows that it was a mistake, something torn from a nightmare and forced into the real world.
And now, it cannot stop. It has to consume. It has to finish itself
The sketches it leaves behind pieces of what it was. Each time, it is more refined. More real. More present.
I saw it in full. I don't know how to describe it because I don't think it was settled on its shape yet. It was something that was still being drawn, unfinished and yet hungry
I should have never looked at the sketch. I should have left it alone. Because now it is coming for me next.
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