When Luo Shu reached MacDonald's law firm, he hit another snag.
SCP-126's perception filter didn't negate physicality.
The office door was locked.
Pushing it open would alert the "God."
No choice.
He nudged it ajar—just enough to slip inside.
The scene:
MacDonald, slumped at his desk, eyes rolled back, face purple.
The "God," hovering beside him, whirled toward the door.
"Who's there?"
Luo Shu froze.
Then—a spatial barrier blocked his path.
The "God" had partitioned the room, isolating himself and MacDonald in a pocket dimension.
Damn.
Luo Shu teleported behind the "God"—
—and swung for a Mental Enslavement strike.
Missed.
The "God" blinked outside, floating beyond the glass façade.
"Felt that spatial ripple, didn't you?"
Too cunning.
Luo Shu's options dwindled:
Cancel the filter, hit him with Martyr's Light?
Risky. The "God's" mental resistance might negate it.
Leave?
MacDonald would crack under torture.
MacDonald's state clarified things:
Alive (SCP-126's ability still active).
Encased in a vacuum barrier—no air, no sound.
"Interrogation tactic."
The "God" wanted intel on Luo Shu—without leaving evidence.
Airtight torture.
Outside, the "God" waited, baiting another attack to identify the intruder.
Luo Shu stayed put.
Stalemate.
Finally, the "God" relented, releasing MacDonald's barrier.
The lawyer gasped, sobbing: "I'll talk! Just stop!"
"Traitor," Luo Shu seethed.
If MacDonald named him, he'd unleash Martyr's Light immediately—
—but then it hit him:
The "God" could counter with a vacuum barrier.
Suffocation. Death.
"Almost walked into a trap."
New plan: Silence MacDonald—without exposing himself.