Dawn arrived.
While others clocked in, MTF Nine-Tailed Fox clocked out—exhausted.
Except Luo Shu.
He'd slept six hours in SCP-049's unit, plus a nap before the midnight alert. Wide awake.
But blending in was crucial. He retreated to his dorm, plotting.
Thanks to SCP-2000, the world had relived February 17th.
Most memories were wiped—but not all.
Bearded Jack's 005-hour mobilization proved someone remembered the original timeline.
A problem.
Because Luo Shu's Encyclopedia had preserved SCP-096's enslavement, averting its breach.
Butterfly effect: No XK-class scenario.
Good? Yes.
But those who recalled the original timeline would notice the discrepancy.
In a world of anomalies, deviations meant interference.
And this deviation? Too precise.
Two Euclids + one Keter, neutralized preemptively.
Who could pull that off?
Certainly not the Foundation.
Their mandate: Secure. Contain. Protect.
"Secure" came first.
Yet here was an unaccounted powerhouse—operating outside their control.
Would the O5 Council let that slide?
Then there was the "God."
Had SCP-2000's reset erased his memories too?
If yes, why wasn't he lurking near Site-19 as before?
If no—why abandon his plan?
Luo Shu's conclusion:
The "God" remembered.
And he wasn't done.
Switching "Pursuit Over a Thousand Miles" from IR1901 to the "God," Luo Shu jolted.
The bastard was back at Site-19's surface levels.
Why?
No time to theorize.
Strike first.
But first—coordinate with IR1901.
Luo Shu activated Photo Passage, retrieving the throat mic stashed in SCP-012's unit.
"1901, location?"
"18th floor, Law Firm E," IR1901 replied.
His cover: MacDonald, Site-19's staff attorney.
"18th?!"
The "God" was on the 18th floor too.
"Act normal. He's there. I'm coming."
Luo Shu invoked "Lord of Anomalies," borrowing IR1901's perception filter.
Then—sprinted to Sublevel-1's mirror portal.
Five minutes later:
He emerged in a deserted parking corner, hunted for elevators.
Site-19's surface complex had two towers—A and B.
IR1901 was in A.
The "God" too.
But Luo Shu was in B.
The glass façade between towers was one-way mirrored—no line of sight for teleportation.
"Damn architecture."
Back to the garage.
Fifteen frantic minutes later:
He burst into MacDonald's office, gasping.
The "God" stood there, oblivious.
Luo Shu cracked his knuckles.
"Time for a combo."