Dr. ██: Can I ask, what exactly do you do in your world?
Advisor ██: Didn't I tell you? You can call me the Great Magician or the Wizard. Do you know David Copperfield? I was in the bathroom with him at the same party.
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They've reached the 500th floor, SCP-087-1, once again appeared in front of them, this time at a distance of three meters, probably afraid that Zhang Jue would pounce on it again and beat it up.
Advisor ██ (cold face): Don't you remember, what are you looking at?
SCP-087-1 blinked, seemed to be thinking, and disappeared into the darkness three seconds later.
Dr. ██ (calmly watching the scene): It reminds me of something.
Advisor ██: Oh?
Dr. ██: Gods and Demons are afraid of evil people.
Advisor ██: Thank you for the compliment.
Dr. ██: ...
SCP-087-1 never appeared again. The two of them arrived at the bottom of the stairwell, the 610th floor. The wooden door had been destroyed, bits and pieces of the puppets were scattered around, and the walls were full of bullet holes.
Advisor ██ (looking left and right): Wow, the fight was really intense.
Dr. ██: You're going in? You're not afraid of what's inside?
Advisor ██: I told you, as long as you're not afraid, they're not scary.
The sound of distress came from inside the door and gradually became more apparent. The two walked through the wooden door, and the faceless puppets on either side of the corridor had returned to their original 'hanging' state. When they approached, the puppets began to move. Dr. ██ grabbed the arm of the Advisor ██ with a slightly nervous look.
Dr. ██ (cheeks slightly red): Sorry.
Advisor ██: It's okay. It's my fault for being too charming. Wow, are you carrying two buns in your arms, taking up so much space-
[DATA EXPUNGED].
Advisor ██ (covering the left side of his face): Look, they are not moving now, right?
Dr. ██ (glare): You can't just distract me in a different way!
The corridor was long but not in a straight line. The two of them walked for an hour and reached the end, a huge round stone room. The stone room was about 30 meters in diameter and did not use light-absorbing materials. The lighting equipment used by the two of them had illuminated the whole room.
The walls around it are painted with various symbols of unknown meaning, which should be some kind of incantation. There is a huge circular altar in the center of the stone room, made of black stone, and countless faceless puppets are hanging over the altar. In the center of the altar was a basket carved in stone, which was empty at that time.
Dr. ██: It seems your guess is correct. This looked like some kind of a sacrificial ritual.
Advisor ██ (looking left and right): Ah, I just don't know what it's for. I don't think it's a ritual for taking a dump.
Dr. ██ (helpless): Can't you think of a better scenario?
[DATA EXPUNGED]
Dr. ██: There is a mural here.
Advisor ██ (looking up and down): Wow, quite a story.
The mural has three images. In the first image, a four-legged, eight-handed sphinx is slaughtering a human village with the bodies of villagers at his feet. In the second image, countless villagers kneel in front of a prototype altar, cut their faces off with knives, and bow down reverently. In the third image, an egg appears in a stone basket on the altar, and a baby hatched.
Dr. ██ (full of doubt): Is this to say that these humans used some kind of mysterious ritual to invoke the gods to defeat the demons?
Advisor ██: How to interpret something like this mural is really up to your imagination. Based on these three paintings alone, I can also say this: The monster defeated everyone and forced them to cut off their faces as a sacrifice and hatched his children.
Dr. ██: ...
Since they've entered the stone room, the cry for help disappeared, and the two looked around without finding the source of the sound. There were walls all around and nothing else but the mural. Searching in vain, the two came to the heel of the stone basket in the center of the altar. The Advisor reached out, trying to touch the stone basket, and was stopped by Dr. ██
Dr. ██: You better not to touch it.
Advisor ██ (smiling slightly): You're worried about me?
Dr. ██ (bowing his head): You are a Foundation Special Advisor. I should be worried about your safety.
Advisor ██: I see. Since I'm the Foundation Advisor, am I the strongest here?
Dr. ██: Don't you dare... I have a bad feeling about this.
Advisor ██ (patted her hand and smiled): Don't worry, Did you forget who am I? Ghosts and Gods are afraid of me - if something really happens later, just run for your own sake, don't worry about me, remember, as long as you are not afraid, they are not scary.
Dr. ██stared at the Advisor's eyes for five seconds before releasing her hand and giving up on stopping him. The Advisor's gaze became dull. Dr. ██ looked tense and tried to push the Advisor's body, but the Advisor and the stone basket seemed to create some kind of connection and did not move at all.
The Puppets around him began to move.
Dr. ██ (panic): ██! Wake up, Hey, wake up!
The Advisor's five senses seem to be closed off and didn't respond to the call of Dr. ██. Already, some of the puppets were detached from the rope and gathered towards the direction of the Dr. ██.
Dr. ██ panicked and began to back away. She took out a Colt Pistol from her backpack and shielded herself in front of the Advisor. The puppets surrounded her and Advisor ██ and did not immediately start attacking.
Dr. ██ felt her heart's beat rising exponentially faster, her blood pressure rose, and the sweat of her body trembled. She slowly twisted her head. SCP-087-1, the face with no pupils, was behind her, less than 30 cm away from her face.
Dr. ██: Ahh!! (screaming)
SCP-087-1 was close.
Dr. ██ (breathing heavily): Calm down... don't be afraid...
SCP-087-1 suddenly rushed towards the immobilized Advisor. Dr. ██ moved to the front to protect the Advisor, and because of that, The Advisor was not hurt.
SCP-087-1 rushed towards the Advisor again, and its attack was once again blocked by Dr. ██ SCP-087-1 stared at Dr. ██, changed its target, and started charging towards her.
Dr. ██closed her eyes. A strong gust of wind, and then Dr. ██ opened her eyes.
Advisor ██ (grabs SCP-087-1, drops it to the ground, and stomps its face really hard): Who! Told! You! To! Look! At! Me! Huh?!
SCP-087-1's face was completely disfigured and pulverized.
[DATA EXPUNGED].
Advisor ██ (slightly apologetic): Sorry I'm late, let's go.
Dr. ██ (wiping the corners of his eyes, showing a smile): Thank Goodness.
The Advisor looked around, and the faceless puppets backed off. Advisor ██ spat on SCP-087-1, which he had stepped on, and walked down the altar with Dr. ██
[DATA EXPUNGED]
Addendum:
Ten hours later, Advisor ██and Dr. ██ walked out of SCP-087. During that time, Dr. ██ asked Advisor ██ what he had experienced during that moment.
Advisor ██: Ah, you may not believe me when I say that I had a wet dream, really - even if you beat me.
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A white mist. Zhang Jue was once again in his dream - to be precise, he was once again back in a world of his own. This time, he appeared on a seaside, not far from the Statue of Liberty. Likewise, the place where he appeared was completely random.
"Help me--" The little boy's cry for help rang out.
Zhang Jue sighed. He was assured that the little boy's cry on the altar of SCP-087 was the same kind of voice as the one he was hearing now. What is the connection between these two places?
"I will save you." Zhang Jue said, "But you have to tell me what's going on here."
The distressing sounds stopped, and a faint voice came not long after. "Seek-"
"Seek what?"
There was no answer. Zhang Jue cursed, "Motherfucker."
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After the SCP-087 incident, Zhang Jue officially began to perform his duties as an advisor. Under his guidance, the research at Site-14 advanced by leaps and bounds. Any experiment, as long as he was present, was basically successful.
If any anomalies were difficult to contain, it would immediately be solved by asking for his advice. The researchers at Site-14 were on a point to treat him up like a god. Whenever he appeared, it would cause a ruckus.
To please Zhang Jue, those researchers used every possible means, from making him delicious meals to massaging his legs and directly asking him if they could have a deeper conversation in the evening.
As a last resort, Yang Xue could only order each lab to summarize their needs, and Zhang Jue arranged the schedule according to the importance and personal preference, which solved the problem a little.
Among the Site-14 staff, only Yang Wenbai avoided meeting Zhang Jue because The Foundation's headquarters had delayed Zhang Jue's initial request for a stipend and other benefits.
Once the two met in the toilet, the Site Director said, "Zhang, you have to understand the difficulties of the Foundation. The Foundation wants to be independent of the countries and not subject to their control, so they cannot have too many activities, especially in the subject of money-"
Zhang Jue could understand this situation, but he cursed Wenbai in his heart countless times, wondering when he would not live in the Foundation's staff dormitory. He didn't want to live in the dormitory. First, because the conditions were too bad, and second, because there were some things that he didn't want others to see.
For example, his newly developed skills. After making contact with Shirley, he gained the ability to Regenerate. After entering SCP-087 and beating up SCP-087-1 several times, he returned and found that he had gained another ability – Terror Projection.
Whenever he wanted, he could release an aura that could strike fear into people or other creatures. He had gone to the forest to try it out, and with his current level, he could directly scare a dog that he had enraged to such an extent, and as for the other small creatures such as small fish, shrimp, and ants, etc. could be directly scared to death by him.
It seems things are pretty much as he presumed. He is not only immune to SCP anomalous effects but also able to gain some of their abilities through contact. But it seems that an inanimate anomalous object cannot be obtained, and probably that anomalous ability can only be effective on "living" subjects.
In addition, there was an unfortunate thing that happened. Shirley and SCP-682 will be transferred from Site-14 for some reason. It was approved by the O5 Council (Highest Administration of the SCP Foundation), and there was no room for negotiation.
The day Shirley left, the sun was shining. Zhang Jue hugged her all the way. "Be good when you get there. Eat well, don't eat too many snacks, so that you can grow as tall as your brother, you know."
The little girl hugged her little bear puppet and nodded obediently, "I understand." It wasn't until the moment of goodbye that the little girl's tears slipped from her eyes, "Brother Zhang Jue, you must remember to visit me."
Zhang Jue smiled and said, "I will."
The little girl bowed her head, her tears fell to the ground, she wiped them hard and handed the bear puppet in her hand to Zhang Jue. "Brother Zhang Jue, take this, it's for you. You have to take good care of it. Oh, if one day Shirley does not remember you. You can come to me with it; I won't let anyone hurt you!"
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Zhang Jue stood on the roof of the building and kept watching Shirley's escort vehicle disappear into the distance. The sound of high heels clattered, and Zhang Jue didn't need to think about it to know who it was.
"So, you have a side like that." Yang Xue stood next to him.
"Oh?" Zhang Jue laughed, "Which side? There's another side of me you wanted to see? It's very interesting, you know."
Yang Xue was already partially immune to his trash talk but still turned red at the base of her ears. She gave Zhang Jue a blank look, "Forget it, forget about what I said."
"Did I get that right?" Zhang Jue shook his head, "Hey, I've been too tired. Lately, my head is not doing well, Dr. Yang. You should bear with me more."
Yang Xue sighed and handed over the information in her hand, "This is the catalog of all the anomalies housed at Site-14 that asked for - what I can find out within my authority is all here, you have a higher authority than me, you might be able to find out something else as well."
Zhang Jue took the file in his hands and flipped through it casually. "No need. This is more than enough."
Yang Xue asked, "Do you just need the table of contents? Some of the anomalies are so complex that they only have several general information that you can look upon the Foundation's computer - or I could just send them to you."
"Nonono, don't bother with that. The information about them, it's all here." Zhang Jue nodded his head with his hand, "I'm just not familiar with this site yet, I've been living in the lab for a few days, and I'm getting bored lately, Dr. Yang Xue, can you give me a tour if it's convenient for you?"
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Under the guidance of Yang Xue, Zhang Jue finally had a clear understanding of Site-14. The Site had 18 floors, 12 above ground and 6 underground. The 12 floors above ground were primarily administrative areas and research institutes. The first floor underground was the laboratory, and the second floor was the testing area, where SCP-682 was experimented. The third floor was the containment area, where most of the anomalies were contained.
Yang Xue's authority, at most, can only go to the fifth underground floor. As for the sixth underground floor, what SCP was contained, she is not sure about it. In addition to the specialized researchers, only two Site Directors have the right to know about it, and Zhang Jue should be one of them.
The time was 00:00 after midnight, and the two of them walked through Site-14; and because it was already late, they only turned around in the test area of B2, not continuing down to trouble the security personnel.
Only the two of them were left in the dim corridor, walking and murmuring at the same time. Yang Xue suddenly felt as if the whole Site had been more lively with Zhang Jue around. However, it seemed like it was time for a rest.
Zhang Jue lived in the staff dormitory next to the Site. Although Yang Xue had his own house in town, he usually slept in the Site Director's office.
The two stopped at the junction in the hallway.
"So, thank you, Dr. Yang, for today." Zhang Jue said. Yang Xue frowned slightly; she was a little uncomfortable with Zhang Jue being so polite all of a sudden.
Zhang Jue suddenly remembered something, "By the way, this should be considered overtime today, remember to ask the finance to calculate my overtime pay, oh, and the meal cost for the night snack."
Yang Xue sighed. This was the real Zhang Jue. She was about to open her mouth to say goodbye. "Ring-ring-ring!" A sharp alarm sounded, accompanied by a constantly flashing red light as if the entire building was trembling.
Zhang Jue frowned and looked over at Yang Xue, "What's happening?" Yang Xue's lips turned white; it was the first time she had heard this level of alarm in her years of working at the Foundation.
Red lights were flashing at the highest frequency, not a fire, enemy attack, but a total containment breach. This means that more than 50% of the contained SCP in the Site have all escaped.
Her voice trembled a little, "Bad news, a total containment breach has occurred!"
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