Story recorded during the manifestation of SCP-2547 in the town of, ██████████, ██ on ██/██2███

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One day, the Coyote awoke on the edge of a great cliff. He looked around, but could not find his bearings. The sky was the color of bleached bone, and over the edge of the rock was an infinite darkness. The land around him was barren of any life. Thinking of nothing else to do, he began to walk, following the lip of the cliff.

It was impossible to tell how long he travelled, for the sky never changed and no sun rose or set. But eventually his stomach began to whine from hunger, and his mouth became dry with thirst. He knew that if he did not discover sustenance soon, he would die. Briefly, his mind considered which of his enemies could have placed him here? The skulking Forest-Spirit? The sly Road Wanderer? Silver-tongued Athena? But not, such questions were not important. First he needed to survive. Then he could plan vengeance.

But soon he realized the depth of his predicament. After walking long enough, he came to a spot of disturbed sand, and a trail. The spot where had had awoken. His travels had taken him full circle. He was trapped on a lifeless island in the middle of the void. If he did not soon find a way to escape, he would perish. There was, then, only one path ahead of him. He leaped from the cliff.

Coyote fell for so long that by the time he landed, three grey hairs had appeared on his snouts. Yet he landed softly upon a sandy beach. He looked around. Clear blue water stretched out as far as he could see, under a red a pink sky. Rotating, flower-like patterns hung above him, moving slowly through the sky like clouds. He heard a noise behind him and turned.

The largest man Coyote had ever seen sat at the end of the sandbar. Completely naked, the folds of his skin poured over each other and trembled with each breath. Sweat dripped from his pale skin. His legs were invisible beneath the rolls of his fat that poured across the beach. He eyed Coyote with two golden eyes.

“Are you the one who brought me here?” said Coyote. He took a step forward. The man didn’t move. It appeared that, aside from his head, he was completely incapable of motion.


“I don’t know how you got it here,” said the man, “or why I would want a thing such as you in this place. Though now that you’re here, I see no reason to let you leave.”

“Oh?” said Coyote. “You plan to keep me here?” The hunger had returned to his stomach.

The man attempted to nod. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve had any sort of entertainment. I’m sure I can draw all sorts of amusement from you.” He licked his lips. “Oh yes, the things we’ll do together…”

Coyote, having had quite enough of this talk, pounced forward. The man tried to raise an arm, but Coyote was too. His teeth tore through the man’s throat in a single motion. The force of Coyote’s pounce sent the man sprawling back into the sand, and he screamed as Coyote began to ravage his belly. But soon his movements stilled, the golden light fading from his eyes.

Coyote ate til he was near bursting. Even though he was so full it felt difficult to move, there was plenty of the man left. Coyote had barely even begun on his innards. It was a shame to leave such a feast when he had no idea where his next substinance might come from. Yet Coyote knew he had to move on. He had a flock to return to. He walked into the sea.

How long he swam for, he knew not. He swam as the light disappeared from the sky and three moons rose in the dark. He swam as the moons fell and the light returned. He slam as dark clouds filled the air and lightning and rain hammered the sea. He swam as the hunger returned to his stomach and he felt his muscles begin to quake. And eventually, the water pulled him into its depths.

But when he awoke, he was not in the water. He was within a dark cave. Bundles of fire hung from the rocky walls, providing just enough illumination to see the path forward. Curious, he examined the walls. Thin lines had been carved into the stone- text in a language he had no way to comprehend, covering every inch of available space. He turned away.

The hallway was a short one- soon it opened up into a massive cavern. A large circle of smooth stone had been carved in the center of it. A bubble of water from an underground stream rose up and dribbled off the edges. In the center was a large stone slab. As Coyote approached, a voice came from it.

“I have been waiting to welcome you to this place, little creature.”

Coyote sat in front of the objection. “You’re the one who brought me here?”

“Sadly no. I do not have that kind of power. I am merely an observer of your travels.”

“To what end?”

“My own amusement, mostly. I was quite pleased to see that you had arrived in this place.”

Coyote looked around. Lights flickered, casting shadows on the way that looked like a jeering crowd. “Are there are other people like you? Watching me?”

“That would be telling wouldn’t it?” A humming noise came from the stone approximating a laugh. The noise continue as Coyote walked past it and through the next corridor. The creature was determined to waste his time. Fine. Let it try. But he felt no need to oblige it.

The tunnels narrowed as he traveled. Soon he was crawling against his belly, sucking in small gasps of air as the stone pressed against his belly and restricted his breath. The rock felt like claws raking at his skin, ripping away fur and flesh. There was no light to guide him, no wind luring him forward. He simply clawed forward in the mad hope that something lay beyond.

And finally, he saw a light. A pinprick in the distance, growing larger. He surged forward, trying with all his might to beat back the stone crushing him. And finally he felt the wind on his snout, and caught the scent of fresh game. He scraped and scrambled and twisted until finally the light was upon him and he burst forth into the world.

He stood at the edge of a mountainside, a massive plain expanding before him. He recognized the sky and the air the plants. This was his world. Maybe not his place in it, but somehow he had returned home.

But something caught his eye. A black bird, descending from the sky. It landed on the rock before him and began to peck at the grass. It had a single eye in the center of its forehead that gazed at Coyote. After finding and eating a suitable grub, the bird spoke. “Hello, Coyote.”

Coyote growled. “You are my kidnapper, I assume.”

“I am,” said the crow. It resumed pecking at the ground. “Is that a problem?” It jumped out of the way just as Coyote pounced. Coyote turned and tried to lunge again, but struggled to find a foothold in the rock and fell.

“I just wanted to meet you,” said the crow. “It amuses me that you think you’re the only god of the new breed out there.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Oh, not much,” said the Crow. “Just that you’re not nearly as original as you think you are.” It flew off, cackling. “Enjoy the walk back.”

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Note: After the story ended, rather than than the expected water, SCP-2547 spat acid at the storyteller, and was overheard telling its followers that they were going to “find and pluck that fucking bird.”