That photograph under Luo Shu's pillow was unmistakably SCP-096's face.
A notorious Euclid-class anomaly, the "Shy Guy" hated being seen.
One glimpse of its grotesque features—even in a photo—triggered an unstoppable, cross-continental hunt until the observer was torn apart and devoured.
SCP-343 had set him up.
But Luo Shu, still groggy from sleep, only realized the trap when Site-19's alarms blared:
"SCP-096 BREACH DETECTED. ALL PERSONNEL INITIATE PROTOCOL 4."
"Shit."
He bolted upright. No time to hide.
SCP-096 phased through his wall, its elongated fingers inches from his throat—
—until he activated SCP-126's Sensory Void.
The creature froze, blind to him but still tracking his presence.
The Standoff
Luo Shu fled, SCP-096 pursuing silently.
First stop: SCP-173's chamber.
Result: A stalemate.
SCP-173 couldn't move while observed (by Luo Shu).
SCP-096 ignored inanimate objects.
Next: SCP-049.
The Plague Doctor greeted its "guest" warmly:
"Ah, young man! Here for a consultation?"
SCP-096 whimpered:
"Just passing through..."
"Still terrible at conversation, I see," 049 sighed.
Luo Shu facepalmed.
Wasted time.
The Last Resort
With Sensory Void's duration dwindling, Luo Shu sprinted to SCP-055's unit.
The anti-meme stood impassively as SCP-096 entered.
Then—
Nothing.
SCP-096 hesitated, its head tilting.
It couldn't remember why it was here.
Luo Shu exhaled. Safe at last.