The Great Escape
Time was running out. The Site Director showed no signs of leaving, and Luoshu's Perception Block was about to expire.
He scanned the office desperately—no vents large enough to crawl through (movies lied), no hidden passages (this wasn't a spy thriller), and the door was mechanically locked (of course it was).
Fine. Last resort.
He could:
1. Use SCP-005's ability to unlock the door—but that would waste a charge and alert security.
2. Break the bulletproof window—near impossible without tools.
3. Find another exit.
Then—a revelation.
Through the window overlooking the central atrium, he spotted two guards stationed near the stairs to Sublevel-2.
Perfect.
With a tap on [O], he teleported behind them and bolted before they noticed.
Screw IR1901. That idiot can wait forever.
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The Next Night: Operation Unfinished Symphony
After reactivating Unobservability with SCP-055, Luoshu slept—until IR1901 woke him at 3 AM.
"We're doing something big tonight," IR1901 whispered through the throat mic he'd procured.
Luoshu groaned. "What 'big' thing is left in Site-19?"
Most major SCPs were already in his Catalog:
- SCP-055 (Anti-Meme)
- SCP-035 (Possessive Mask)
- SCP-173 (The Sculpture)
- SCP-049 (Plague Doctor)
What else was worth the risk?
IR1901 led him to Sublevel-4's Item Containment Wing—home to SCP-012 (The Unfinished Composition).
Luoshu's blood ran cold.
SCP-012:
- A fragment of a musical piece titled "At the Mount of Golgotha."
- Anyone who sees it must complete it—in their own blood.
- All attempts end in suicide or insanity.
Research had been halted decades ago.
"You're insane," Luoshu hissed.
IR1901 chuckled. "You said you weren't scared."
Damn it.
Pride won. "Fine. Let's go."
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The Unit
The containment chamber was isolated, deep in the wing. No researchers, no guards—just 4-keycard clearance.
Luoshu stepped forward, ready to use Lock Manipulation—
—when IR1901 vanished, retreating to the hallway.
His voice crackled through the mic: "Go on. I'll… uh… supervise from here."
Coward.
Luoshu triggered Perception Block + Unobservability, then opened the door.
Inside: A single sheet of parchment on a pedestal, stained brown with ancient blood.
The moment Luoshu saw it, the music began playing in his head.
[New Page Unlocked: SCP-012]
[Anomalous Ability: Compulsive Creation]
[Effect: Forces the viewer to complete the work at any cost.]
His fingers twitched. He needed to write.
No—
He slammed the Catalog shut, breaking the compulsion.
Too close.
IR1901's voice: "Well? Did it work?"
Luoshu gritted his teeth. "Get me out. Now."