《I'm In Charge of SCP》Chapter 13 "Destroyed 6th Exploration Log"
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Destroyed 6th Exploration Log.
Explorer:
- Special Advisor ██, male, Chinese descent, medium body build, slight antisocial personality, and a trash talker.
- Dr. ██, female, age, thin body build, diagnosed for malnutrition.
Both were equipped with a 500-watt searchlight capable of maintaining a 72-hour charge, a backpack containing two bottles of water, several nutritional supplements, a rope, a pack of melons, a Colt pistol, and did not carry any video equipment.
Dr. ██: Why did you come here secretly in the middle of the night?
Advisor ██: If I told you that the little boy's voice asking for help, I once heard it in a dream, would you believe it?
Dr. ██: No.
Advisor ██ (spreads his hands): Then there's nothing more to say.
Dr. ██: I will report your behavior to the Foundation.
Advisor ██: Do what you want. I'm used to having a lot of girls snitch on me when I was in school anyway.
Dr. ██: That's because you grew up doing something out of the ordinary.
The little boy's cry for help can be heard down to the tenth platform, and Advisor ██ listened carefully. There was darkness all around, Advisor ██ did not speak, and the whole stairwell was quiet. Dr. ██ can't help but lean towards Advisor ██.
Advisor ██: Are you afraid?
Dr. ██: No.
Advisor ██: Wow, even at this moment you're so bold, how enviable, then I'll tell you a ghost story -
Dr. ██: No!
Advisor ██ (laughed arrogantly): Hahahahaha-
Dr. ██ (frowned): I wonder why you haven't been killed on the side of the road.
Advisor ██: You can ask the Joint Committee of Annihilation and the Anti-Volunteer League about this kind of thing, they've been trying to get me killed for more than a day or two, but unfortunately, they've failed every time, after all, even the most cunning hunter can't beat a good fox.
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Dr. ██: Why am I not the least bit surprised to hear about those two groups?
Advisor ██: Perhaps you could join them.
Dr. ██: Oh, that would be an honor.
They continued down the road. Unlike the previous explorers, the Advisor's steps were brisk, and the journey seemed like a tourist tour as if he didn't care about the dangers below. When they reached the 100th floor, they stopped to rest.
Dr. ██ (holding the flashlight tightly): You're really not afraid?
Advisor ██: Let me tell you this, because of genetics, I am not naturally sensitive to emotions like fear.
Dr. ██ (sigh): In a way, you are really suitable for working in the Foundation.
Advisor ██: I can teach you a simple but proven way to overcome fear.
Dr. ██ (looking serious): How?
Advisor ██: Whenever you have the Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes music playing in your head, it can effectively dispel your fear.
Dr. ██: Pretend I didn't ask.
Advisor ██: Don't believe it? Heh, try it- Head, shoulders, knees, and toes. Knees and toes. Head, shoulders, knees, and toes. Knees and toes. And eyes, and ears, and mouth, and nose. Head, shoulders, knees, and toes. Knees and toes. March, march, march. Let's all march. March, march, march. Get your body charged!
Dr. ██ (holding his forehead with her hand): ...
[DATA EXPUNGED]
Dr. ██: Can you tell me how your parents raised you.
Advisor ██: Heh, my father was much worse than me.
Dr. ██: That's really... (sigh)
Advisor ██: Let me teach you one more thing, don't pick up a conversation if you can't stand them.
Dr. ██: ...
They've reached the 150th floor. Dr. ██ llsuddenly stops and looks gravely.
Advisor ██: What's wrong?
Dr. ██: My head is now is filled with Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes. I can't shake it off...
Advisor ██: Hahahahaha - (arrogant laughter)
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Advisor ██: I'll tell you another secret, in fact, many lyrics, can be applied to the tune of Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes, even if it is a sad song, for example - you cried to me, fairy tales are all lies, I am not your princess, you will not be my prince, since you said you love me, I, the one, my world is lit up, Light up, light up light up light up-
Dr. ██ (in pain): Please, please stop destroying my ears.
They've reached the 200th floor.
Advisor ██ (take out melon seeds from his backpack, while walking and stoned): White dragon-horse hooves facing west, holding the Tang Sanzang followed by three tiger pussy - ah ~ ah ~ black cat sheriff, ah ~ ah ~ black cat sheriff - just do not tell you, just do not tell you, just do not tell you ~
Not a word was given by Dr. ██
Advisor ██: Enchanted by my song?
Dr. ██: I'm thinking very seriously about joining the Anti-Volunteer League.
They've reached the 250th floor.
Dr. ██ (slightly surprised): I find that I don't seem to be that scared anymore.
Advisor ██ (smug): You see, trust me, it works every time.
They've reached the 300th floor.
Dr. ██ (nervous): Here it comes!
SCP-087-1, the gray, pupil-nose-mouth-less face, appeared on the steps below them, less than two meters from them.
Advisor ██ (with an excited face): It's coming towards you!
The Advisor made a hungry tiger pounce, leaping downward and grabbing the SCP-087-1 suspended in the air. Probably no one had ever done such a thing before. SCP-087-1's reaction was half a second slower and was caught in the hands of the Advisor.
The Advisor tore SCP-087-1 with both hands, and the gray face was stretched as long as a big pancake by him. SCP-087-1 was full of incredulity.
Advisor ██ (grabbed SCP-087-1 firmly with one hand and slammed it against the wall): Dare to look at me huh! Dare to look at me huh! Dare to look at me huh! Let me make this clear! How dare you look at me again!
[DATA EXPUNGED]
SCP-087-1 slipped out of the Advisor's hands and quickly disappeared into the darkness. From the beginning to the end, Dr. ██ SCP-087-1 was in a daze.
Advisor ██: What's happened to you?
Dr. ██ (with a dumbfounded look): ...
Advisor ██: Did I just strike a handsome pose?
Dr. ██ (with a disgusted look): ...
On the 400th floor, the two sat on the stairs and rested.
Dr. ██: Seriously, what the hell was that thing?
Advisor ██: As you said, it was SCP-087-1, and as you can see, it's just a face.
Dr. ██: Then why...
Advisor ██: Why is it lethal to others but not to me? To put it simply, I'm not afraid of it. Its ability is supposed to create an emotion of fear, which is the source of its power, and SCP-087 is its home base, and the more severe the emotion of fear here, the more powerful it is.
Dr. ██ (looking gravely): You are immune to SCP's power and can be completely free from fear of it, but if I am here, won't I be a burden to you? (dawning realization) That's why you're getting weird to distract me!
Advisor ██ (raises an eyebrow): Or do you really think I like those childish and brainless songs?
Dr. ██ (lowers her head): I'm sorry, I misunderstood you, I apologize.
Advisor ██ (with great righteousness): No need to apologize.
Dr. ██: Hmm?
Advisor ██: Because I like those childish and brainless songs, Hahahaha (arrogant laughter)
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