Hi. I guess I'll start making HUMAN SCP'S and shit.
This is Wilson Peterson. Yes. that is his name. Blame ~Akatsuki65
. Not me. c:
Wilson is the son of Harold (my 173) and Wilson has a big brother named Walter. Walter killed and ate his family and then died from the cold. yes, i made it so all the scp's (mine anyway) 'die' in some way, at the very moment a chemical explosion occured where they all where. they all lived in russia during the explosion which happened at the scp foundation, and those infected by the chemical where unable to die, or was made so it was very hard for them to die. Wilson here, he threw himself into a meat grinder because he was miserable from the death of his wife. He threw her out of the window in England, and moved to russia. But found he was still not happy. But his body got infected with the chemical, so his heart never stopped beating. he just became a pile of organs, pathetically dragging himself on the ground with his one good arm. He can not speak, instead he writes with his own blood on the floor he crawls upon. also, Walter was made by my friend ~Akatsuki65
. so,...uh.hi c:
fuck you. Ok scp fandom you can kick me out for being a little faggot <3