The mystery unraveled hours later when Luoshu arrived at a scrapyard in rural South Carolina.
Mountains of junk—especially wrecked cars—stretched as far as he could see.
This is…
Something-something Carnivale!
The name escaped him, but the SCP-100 designation didn't.
A 5000-square-meter anomaly, too large for standard containment.
The Foundation had just fenced it off and posted guards.
Now? Breach.
The Threat
A Red Right Hand officer briefed the assembled MTF teams:
"Chaos Insurgency seized SCP-100. Killed our guards. Upgraded SCP-100-1's tech."
Why?
The answer came swiftly:
"They turned it into a machine-gun nest. Two days ago, Site-17's Epsilon-11 got shredded attacking it."
Terminator vibes.
Luoshu half-expected a T-1000 to slither out.
The officer continued:
"Today, we're hitting it with 12 squads —three times their last known strength."
Overkill? Maybe.
But the officer's face was grim. "They've had 48 more hours to build. Expect worse."
Then his eyes landed on Luoshu—the only unarmed person present.
"Jack. Why's your analyst here?"
Jack grinned. "He's our containment/negotiation expert. Might charm SCP-100-1."
Me? A diplomat?
Before Luoshu could protest, the assault began.
The Battle
Hundreds of Epsilon-11 operatives fanned out toward a junk-car mountain—SCP-100's core.
Luoshu followed Jack, eager to see the robot army.
Sci-fi warfare! No way this existed back on Earth.
Then he peered past the fence—
And froze.