Outwardly, they were brothers-in-arms.
In reality? Each had their own agenda.
Reuniting minutes later, Luoshu checked his remaining abilities:
Perception Block: 1 use left
Skeleton Key: 1 use left
IR1901 grinned. "We've got time. Let's grab one more—something simple. "
He led Luoshu to a Safe-class containment unit on Sublevel-3.
"SCP-241—Gourmet's Cookbook. Turns you into a master chef."
Bullshit.
Luoshu knew the real reputation:
"Black Widow's Choice"
Used to murder four husbands via allergic reactions
One dish, one kill
IR1901's intentions grew clearer.
But Luoshu played along.
Let's see where this goes.
The Trap
The unit was unmanned—Site-19's cost-cutting left Safe-class items to automated monitoring.
A single Skeleton Key charge opened the door.
Inside:
A small storage room
A display stand holding an open cookbook (closing it triggered the anomaly)
Luoshu approached.
The book was modern, filled with glossy photos of dishes so appetizing they made his mouth water.
Almost tempting enough to ignore the lethality.
As he lifted it—
SCREECH!
A red alarm light flashed.
Pressure sensor on the stand.
Before he could react, a steel cage dropped, trapping him and the cookbook.
IR1901's voice feigned surprise through the mic:
"What?! Oh no! Well… guess we'll have to use SCP-012's power after all!"
Acting: 10/10.
Manipulation: 89/100.
Total: 99.
Deducted 1 point to keep you humble.
Luoshu smirked.
IR1901's plan was obvious:
Lure him into a breach
Force reliance on Chaos Insurgency tools
But Luoshu wasn't worried.
He calmly replaced the cookbook, triggering the Catalog's update:
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[Item Number: SCP-241]
[Designation: Gourmet's Cookbook]
[Object Class: Safe]
[Anomalous Ability: Allergen Fabrication]
[Effect: Kill via tailored food allergies. No allergy? Create one.]
[Status: Successfully Contained]
Another deadly tool.
Between Light of Martyrdom, Neck Snap, and now this?
Luoshu was becoming a one-man assassination suite.
"You lookin' at me?"
Option 1: Stare back—die by fanaticism.
Option 2: Look away—die by broken neck.
With this skillset, I could rule the Northeast.
Footsteps echoed outside.
Site security had arrived.
The Escape
Standard protocol for Safe-class breaches:
Security handles it
MTF only if needed
Luoshu's concern? Epsilon-11 being called too soon.
If they roll call and I'm missing…
But he had a plan.
As guards approached, he activated:
Perception Block (hide himself)
Unobservability (ensure they forgot the encounter)
The team entered, scanned the room, and—
"False alarm. Sensor glitch."
They left.
Cage retracted.
Luoshu strolled out, nodding at IR1901's hidden position.
"Next time, pick a better trap."