章節 25: The Good Version of Me
Zhang Jue provoked SCP-106 arrogantly. The Old Man revealed an evil smile as he corroded the ground in front of him and started approaching him. Zhang Jue did not sit back and wait for death. He concentrated his mind and unleashed his ability, Terror Projection.
He didn't expect to be able to scare The Old Man. He would be considered successful as long as he could cause him to move, even with only a slight delay. However, this technique, which scared the shit out of SCP-1013, did not work at all on 106.
The Old Man smiled wildly and marched towards him. "Grandma, I still can't cure you."
Seeing that the Terror Projection had no effect, Zhang Jue decided to make a pre-emptive strike. He quickly moved and went straight for SCP-106, jumping up in the air with a punch, aiming for SCP-106's nose.
SCP-106 doesn't slow down his pace, and he moved very quickly - grabbing Zhang Jue's fist as soon as it hit his face. The Old Man gave him a sinister smile. There was a slight force, and Zhang Jue felt a little tingling in his right hand.
He realized that SCP-106 was using the same ability on him. SCP-106 was able to incapacitate any creature that came in contact with him and drag them into his Pocket Dimension. But unfortunately, his ability didn't work on Zhang Jue either.
"Hey, old man, don't waste your energy." Zhang Jue laughed, "We're both magic-free bodies, let's just fight physically."
With that, Zhang Jue lunged a kick. This time, due to the close distance, SCP-106 failed to parry all of Zhang Jue's force and stumbled backward. Zhang Jue laughed. In terms of fighting, he had never been afraid of anyone.
SCP-106 seemed unable to comprehend his inability to affect Zhang Jue with his powers and hesitated for a moment before he walked away – he looked at Zhang Jue with a disgusted face. A puddle of black liquid then generated on the ground where he was standing, and he slowly sank in, eventually disappearing.
"He ran away?" Zhang Jue laughed, if he had known that this Old Man was so easy to deal with, he wouldn't have put Yang Xue in the containment room, and now he had to go pick her up.
As he was thinking, he suddenly felt his feet were sinking – SCP-106 appeared on the bottom of his feet, and with a firm tug, he pulled Zhang Jue's entire body into the puddle of black liquid.
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It was pitch black all around. It took Zhang Jue a while to get used to it before he could barely see. If his assumption was correct, this should be SCP-106's Pocket Dimension, and he usually pulled people in only after they were killed and incapacitated.
He was probably the first person to come here in one piece. He wandered, and it seemed like a void here. Without a heading, he didn't know how far he had walked or even if he had moved at all.
Suddenly, an unidentified black liquid appeared on the ground around him, the same kind of liquid as every time SCP-106 had entered and left a solid matter. The liquid appeared under his shoes, making a bristling sound and emitting white smoke, which seemed quite corrosive.
"Holy crap, that's awesome." Zhang Jue stood on his tiptoes and ran with bare feet.
Again, he didn't know how far he had run. There seemed to be someone in front of him.
"Come to me, Old Man." He said.
Zhang Jue had no choice but to run towards him. As he ran, he saw a door appear in the darkness ahead. The door appeared so abruptly out of thin air. But Zhang Jue had no choice, the corrosive liquid beneath his feet was about to envelop him, and he didn't want to experiment with his body to see if he was still immune to that stuff. With the door only two meters away and the black liquid already surrounding him, Zhang Jue jumped up like a goalie and leaped straight into the door.
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The sun was shining brightly, presented in front of Zhang Jue's eyes was a farmhouse. In front of the farmhouse, a bald old man was sitting on a rocking chair basking in the sun, resting and relaxing. To Zhang Jue's surprise, this old man looked almost identical to SCP-106, but he could be sure that they were not the same person.
SCP-106 emitted a terrifying aura, while this old man, who could only be described as amiable, was like an old grandfather next door.
"Who are you?" Zhang Jue tried to ask.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is who you are?" The old man shot a humorous look.
Zhang Jue scratched the back of his head with his right hand, "Forget it if you don't want to talk. This conversation gave me a headache. What should I call you?"
"You can call me whatever you want."
"Okay, Mr. Shit."
"Ahahahaha," the old man laughed for a moment, "You can call me Chocolate."
"Chocolate? Old man, that's a sweet name. Aren't you afraid of getting diabetes?"
"The way I am now, I'm not afraid of any disease - that's a nickname someone gave to me, and I like it."
Zhang Jue dug his curiosity: "Okay, chocolate grandpa, can you tell me who's the ugly pussy outside that looks just like you?" Zhang Jue's words invisibly scolded people, and it was the first time The Old Man had met someone with such a style, and he was a bit uncomfortable.
He laughed awkwardly and said, "Obviously, that's 'me'."
"What do you mean?" Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows.
"To be precise, that's the evil' me'" The Old Man explained, "Because of something I've experienced, I split into two personalities, one is the good 'me' and the other one there is the evil' me', the evil' me' is the primary personality because of deeper obsessions, I am the secondary personality, and only when he is weak or distracted will appear."
"I'm not interested in what bullshit you guys went through." Zhang Jue hummed, "There are only two questions I care about now, Mister Diabetes. First, why did I come here, and second, how do I get out of here?"
The Old Man smiled, "The reason you came here is that you are the only one who came to this space and still has the ability to think and was not killed by the evil' me' - as for how to get out of here, is simple. The good 'me' and the evil 'me' have the same ability, and since he was able to bring you in, I can easily bring you out."
Zhang Jue let out sarcastic amazement. "Oh, Thank God, then please send me out now. I can't wait to pee-"
"Good." The Old Man said, "But before that, could you please do one thing for me."
Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Jue understood. What kind of bullshit 'me' was that it turned out that there was a request to save someone.
With a bargaining chip, Zhang Jue smiled arrogantly, unconsciously revealing his nature: "Old Man, I have always been selfless and eager to do righteousness. It is not impossible to grant your favor. Can you tell me first, what favor do I have to help you, and what are the benefits for me?"
The Old Man froze, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I see that the clothes you are wearing have SCP logo printed on them. You should be a member of the Foundation. If possible, can you please help me go to the SCP Foundation's cemetery and offer a bouquet to a person?"
Just lay a bouquet? It didn't sound too difficult. Zhang Jue asked, "What's that person's name?"
"Anna." The old man said, "Anna. Long." Zhang Jue wrote it down silently.
"As for the benefits..." The Old Man casually pulled out a sophisticated instrument from thin air next to him, cylindrical in shape, looking like a tube but completely transparent, with a gyroscope spinning inside. "This is the result of my research here, and since you're the only one who can get in, I'll give it to you." The old man patted it twice, seemingly a bit reluctant.
"I call it the reality extractor. At the moment about what it can do is limited. As for its ability, it is up to you to figure it out. The evil 'me' is coming, and I'll send you out now."
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