《I'm In Charge of SCP》Chapter 18 “Chase Me!”
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Item No: SCP-049 (Plague Doctor)
Object Class: Euclid
Description:
SCP-049 is a humanoid entity, roughly 1.9 meters in height, which resembles the appearance of a medieval plague doctor. SCP-049 appears to be wearing the thick robes and the ceramic mask indicative of that profession; the garments instead seem to have grown out of SCP-049's body.
SCP-049 is capable of speech in a variety of languages, though tends to prefer English or medieval French. While SCP-049 is generally cordial and cooperative with Foundation staff, it can become especially irritated or at times outright aggressive if it feels that it is in the presence of what it calls the "Pestilence."
SCP-049 is capable of halting all organism's physiological functions through direct skin-to-skin contact. How this occurs is currently unknown, and autopsies of SCP-049's victims have invariably been inconclusive.
SCP-049 usually performs crude surgery on cadavers, which often results in the appearance of SCP-049-2, but is not always "successful." SCP-049-2 entities are cadavers that have been reanimated by SCP-049's surgery. These instances do not seem to retain any of their prior memories or mental functions, having only basic motor skills and response mechanisms., but can become extremely aggressive if provoked or instructed by SCP-049. SCP-049 always states that these entities have been "cured."
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-049 are housed in a standard secure humanoid containment unit and must be sedated and monitored by at least two armed guards before attempting to transport the SCP-049.
Although SCP-049 will normally cooperate with most Foundation personnel, sudden outbursts of emotion or changes in behavior must be responded to by increased force. Under no circumstances should any personnel have direct contact with SCP-049 during an outbreak.
If SCP-049 exhibits aggression, it may be controlled by applying lavender to its sedative effects. Once sedated, SCP-049 will usually become docile and return to a sheltered state almost without resistance.
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"Say, how come your site contains all of the star players." Seeing the iconic beak mask, Zhang Jue immediately recognized SCP-049.
In his world, although the Plague Doctor was not as popular as SCP-682, the number of fans was also quite large. In his berserk state, the Plague Doctor was not easy to deal with, he would die if he touched him, and although he was immune to his abilities, Yang Xue was not.
So Zhang Jue shifted direction at the first opportunity, escaping through the intersection in the road between the two. Still, by doing so, he was again far away from the direction of the elevator room.
"The pestilence must be eradicated!" The Plague Doctor waved his hand, and the dead security personnel behind him - who should now be called SCP-049-2 - raised their hands like zombies and chased after Zhang Jue in seven different directions.
"SCP-049 is usually docile. How did he turn out like this today." Yang Xue leaned on Zhang Jue's shoulder, puzzled.
Being chased by the zombies and SCP-939 simultaneously, Zhang Jue had been running continuously for nearly 10 minutes but still didn't feel the slightest bit tired, so he didn't put Yang Xue down.
"Perhaps, we can go through him and find out the truth of the matter." Zhang Jue said while running.
Yang Xue asked, "How do we do that?"
"Is there a lavender around here?"
"Lavender? What do you need that for?"
"Of course, to make SCP-049 regain his composure, should it be used to eat?"
"You can use lavender to restore SCP-049's calmness?"
"Forget it, forget it, forget about what I said- is it there or not?"
Yang Xue knew that. This was again caused by the incomplete information of the SCP Foundation, and every time she encountered this situation, she was very glad that Zhang Jue was able to join the Foundation. With him around, it seemed that everything would be much easier.
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"I have a bottle of perfume in my pocket, and it's lavender scented. Is this okay?" Yang Xue asked.
"Yes, of course - so Dr. Yang, you do like this scent." Zhang Jue's look [DATA EXPUNGED], Yang Xue frowned, "What scent?"
"Dr. Yang, you misheard me." Zhang Jue said, "I mean, the moon is so round tonight-"
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SCP-049 walked through the dark corridors, looking for anything he thought carried the pestilence and curing them. Just now, he had successfully "cured" thirty-two patients, thanks to the help of that gentleman.
Those two people just now, carrying a lot of "pestilence," especially that man, his body emits a very special aura, SCP-049 has never seen such a strange disease. He had to find them and cure them. Otherwise, the world would be in crisis. He thought this and then heard a strange calling.
"Hey! You birdman, come after me – you'll have to chase me if you wanted to catch me!"
The man with the pestilence appeared in front of him, danced around, said some words that SCP-049 didn't quite understand, and slapped his ass. But it didn't matter. As long as the patient can be cured, SCP-049 never cared what the others did.
He immediately went up to catch up. Walk to the intersection in the hallway. Then came a strange cry.
"Hiyah!" A beautiful roundhouse kick, just a little slow for him.
SCP-049 calmly stretched out his right hand, held the opponent's ankle, and activated his ability. In his mind, as long as he activates his ability, any infected person can be "tranquilized" and then he can carry out the treatment.
Sure enough, the man was on the ground almost instantly. SCP-049 squatted on the ground, took out the tools from the secondary pocket, and was ready to start dissecting. However, to his surprise, a scene occurred. The man did not seem to be affected but could still move.
Holding a small bottle in his hand, he spilled the liquid inside onto his face and called out, "SURPRISE!"
SCP-049 felt dizzy, the sky was spinning, and his own body was released as if it was hollowed out. After a few minutes, SCP-049 woke up from the blackout, and in front of him were two people, a man, and a woman.
The woman said, "Hello SCP-049, I'm Doctor Yang, do you remember me?"
SCP-049 rubbed his eyes and said, "I remember you. We used to discuss about the pestilence."
"It's good that you're back to normal." Doctor Yang said, "Then, can you tell me what happened here? Why did you act that way?"
SCP-049 tried to recall: "At that time, I was finishing my lab report, a gentleman in a gray trench coat suddenly appeared in my room, yes, he was courteous, like a gentleman, then he told me that the pestilence was raging outside and I needed to 'cure'"
Doctor Yang said to the man next to him, "You were right. This time it was not simply a containment breach."
SCP-049 did not know who this man was, and he should not be a Foundation employee or just joined the Foundation. But one could tell that the Doctor trusted him.
Just see the man pinch his chin with his thumb and index finger, think for a while, and said, "At present, we can determine that there is an enemy invasion, but the most important thing is, what is the enemy's purpose, what does he want to do by releasing all of the anomalies in the site?"
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