The moment Luo Shu cut the floodlight's power, alarms blared.
Unobservable State only prevented people from noticing him—not the Unit's built-in security systems.
While SCP-CN-1925 was only Safe-class, it still warranted containment protocols.
The last thing Luo Shu wanted was to alert the entire site on his first real infiltration. That might draw Barbie and The Administrator's attention.
He quickly reconnected the power cable.
As light flooded the room, SCP-CN-1925-2 (the corpse) lay back down and closed its eyes.
Just then, night-shift guards rushed in to inspect the anomaly.
Seeing the corpse still in its grave, one radioed:
"Safe Zone Night Team 3, 1925 contained. What triggered the alarm? Over."
The monitoring room replied:
"Power outage for ~10 seconds. Likely an electrical fault. Over."
"Copy. We'll have Maintenance check it tomorrow. Not racing a zombie tonight."
SCP-CN-1925-2 moved at 9 km/h—a light jog for most people. Unless you were disabled, outrunning it wasn't hard.
The guards, clearly used to this, didn't press further.
Luo Shu exhaled in relief and checked the Compendium's newest entry:
[Page 56]
[Item #: SCP-CN-1925]
[Designation: The Epitaph]
[Object Class: Safe]
[Anomalous Property: "Eulogy Preview." Want to know how you'll be remembered? Try this free trial."]
Another useless ability.
Snapping the book shut, he moved to the next Unit.
With five Safe-class items already logged (including last night's Little Red Book), he'd covered most of Safe Containment.
30 minutes left.
If he hurried, he could clear the entire zone tonight!
SCP-CN-874 ("Playful Drawer")
The next Unit held a child's desk, one drawer left open.
Approaching cautiously, Luo Shu peered inside—
A young boy's severed head.
Ugh.
First a zombie, now this?
Were Chinese sites always this gruesome?
But with Class-W Mnestics still active, he quickly recalled this anomaly:
SCP-CN-874—"Playful Drawer."
The name was deceptive. Far from "playful," this thing was pure nightmare fuel.
The head wasn't just grotesque—it was dangerous.
Not through aggression, but tantrums.
If scared or upset, it cried—and when it cried, bad luck followed.
How bad?
Best case: Your neck twists 360°. (Worse than SCP-173, which only went 180°.)
Worst case: Your body gets kneaded like clay or dismembered.
Originally Keter-class, it was downgraded to Safe once researchers realized:
Just don't close the drawer.
The head had no limbs, no way to escape on its own. Left alone, it was harmless.
Unlike SCP-173, which was always itching to move.
But this "well-behaved" anomaly now posed a dilemma for Luo Shu.
How to force a breach and recontainment?
Closing the drawer would make SCP-CN-874 vanish, reappearing in any desk it fancied—like SCP-2521, but random.
The original desk (SCP-CN-874-1) would become ordinary.
But if it escaped, finding it again would be impossible.
Luo Shu wasn't here to wreak havoc like the Chaos Insurgency—he needed a better approach.
So he opted for Plan B: Befriending it.
This anomaly had a child's intellect—ripe for manipulation.
Clearing his throat, he spoke:
"Hey kid, wanna be friends?"
SCP-CN-874, unable to perceive Luo Shu under Unobservable, now noticed him via sound.
It grinned. "Play with me!"
"Be my friend first, then we'll play," Luo Shu bargained.
But the boy was smarter. His smile vanished, lips trembling.
"No play, no friend!"
The air turned chilling.
Luo Shu spun around—
Three elongated figures loomed behind him.
3-meter necks, coiling like serpents.
Pale bodies, blue spherical heads.
Faceless white discs where their faces should be.
SCP-CN-874-3—the "Nanny Entities."
Their hands seized him, twisting his limbs with inhuman strength.