No matter which version of SCP-166 this was, one thing was undeniable—she was stunning.
Flawless features, golden hair, mesmerizing eyes, and a figure that even the thickest cotton towel couldn't conceal...
Luo Shu found himself hypnotized, unable to look away.
He'd never been so instantly captivated by anyone before—a primal urge surged in him.
Just as he lost himself in her allure, SCP-166 suddenly clutched her chest, gasping for air.
A researcher cried out, "Another asthma attack? Impossible! This unit is entirely organic! Did someone cross the line?!"
Luo Shu snapped back to reality—he'd stepped over the yellow boundary without realizing it.
His polyester prison uniform was the culprit.
SCP-166 was allergic to synthetic materials—even the slightest exposure triggered her asthmatic fits.
The researcher fumbled for an inhaler, then scanned the doorway.
But thanks to the anti-meme effect, she didn't see Luo Shu.
Still, guilt made him turn away—and the moment he did, his mind cleared.
The unnatural compulsion vanished.
Her influence is terrifying.
How many men have fallen for her because of this?
Then he remembered the old version's "diet"—weekly donations of male essence.
Disgusting.
But as he retreated, he noticed the "Organic Food" box again.
Curious, he peeked inside—raw, unprocessed produce.
Wait…
The old 166 didn't eat normal food.
Is this the rewritten version?
In the new lore, Dr. Clef had retconned her diet, replacing it with pure, organic meals.
So which was she?
Old version: Succubus. Site-17. No clothes. That diet.
New version: Doe-girl. Site-19. Organic attire. Normal food.
This SCP-166 was a hybrid of both.
What timeline is this?
Serpent's Hand?
Factory?
Great Chain?
Unrecognized Prime?
The SCP multiverse had thousands of entries, many contradictory or overlapping.
Some anomalies didn't exist here. Others, like 166, diverged from their files.
This world is full of inconsistencies.
And I'm stuck in it.
Then it hit him.
Truth.
SCP-055 had called him the "Seeker of Truth."
Is that why I'm here?
Suddenly, SCP-166's allure faded.
He needed answers—now.
Return to 055
Luo Shu rushed to Basement Level 5, throwing open SCP-055's iron door.
"I've awakened! I know my purpose! Tell me the truth!"
SCP-055 responded:
"Seeker of Truth, you return. Then listen: This world ████, the Foundation ██████."
Still missing the key words.
Luo Shu deflated.
So much for enlightenment.
Cue the awkward silence, sweat droplets, and imaginary crows.
"Uh… too soon, I guess. Same deal—let me recharge your ability."
SCP-055's nonexistent expression seemed to sigh.
Whatever makes you happy.
With the truth still out of reach, Luo Shu returned to B1, blending into the male staff's gossip about SCP-166.
From their chatter and his own research, he pieced together this world's version of her:
Daughter of Dr. Clef and KTE-9927-Black ("The Goddess").
Born in SCP-4231 (Cornwall facility).
Mother killed by Clef post-birth.
Connected to SCP-231's containment (SCP-4231-3).
So 166 and the Crimson Bride were neighbors.
And I've tangled with both.
This just got complicated.