Chapter 138: Chapter : 137 : Close Contact With SCP-096
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What does it feel like to be alone in a room with SCP-096? Brit is qualified to answer this question! The answer is: very nervous, it's anxiety!
From the moment he stepped into the room, Brit began to sweat on his forehead. When he stared intently at SCP-096, his muscles grew stiff as the bloody scene of 096 massacring the soldier just now flashed through his mind.
"Don't cry... don't cry..." Brit secretly prayed in his mind. When he was outside the room just now, he had analyzed the situation clearly and logically; those were just speculations after all. The truth was probably not what he guessed. Maybe, once he stepped into the room, if there was even the slightest movement, SCP-096 would find him. Then it might go into a state of severe grief and attack.
But it's okay, this situation did not arise. After Brit stepped into the room, he stood there for nearly ten seconds, and SCP-096 did not respond. It just remained where it was, sobbing softly.
"Maybe it does have some intelligence, but its level of perception isn't high..." Brit thought to himself.
He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, then walked around the entire room. He found many cases and electronic equipment; from the surface, it appears to be a computer room of this site. The lighting is dim and flickering, as if there's a bad connection. In the depths of the room, there seemed to be an open door, possibly the same door through which the unlucky soldier entered.
"This area is blocked, and the soldier said there's a problem again," Brit muttered to himself. "It probably means that the machinery here has broken down, maybe electrical. Perhaps what I need to do is flip some switches..." He took another look at SCP-096. It had not moved at all.
"Maybe... I can walk around," Brit thought carefully, swallowing his saliva. Then he moved tentatively.
After moving a few steps, SCP-096 still showed no intention of turning back, which made Brit feel a little relieved. From this, it seemed that as long as he didn't make too much movement, he wouldn't provoke it.
Meanwhile, viewers watching the stream saw SCP-096 remaining motionless and discussed:
"Wow, from this angle, it seems SCP-096's hearing isn't very good! It didn't respond at all after Brit entered the room."
"Brit, say hello!"
"Although SCP-096 isn't moving, I have a bad feeling for some reason..."
"Oh, I'm so nervous! The more it doesn't move, the more panicked I get!"
"Me too! The longer it stays still, the more I think something's going to happen..."
Brit, however, had no energy to pay attention to the stream chat. His focus was entirely on the room. After confirming that there was no movement, he approached within a few meters. SCP-096 remained crying softly, as if extremely sad.
Brit exhaled slightly and carefully examined the entire room. Sadly, he found nothing that could resolve the situation, no clues, no SCP-096 files, nothing. The only possible lead was the open door at the back of the room. He had to go through it to see if he could find any useful information.
However, SCP-096 and the mutilated corpse of the soldier were not far from the door. If Brit wanted to approach, he would have to pass by them. He had to admit, this was a crazy test. Brit stared silently and nervously at SCP-096's back.
Meanwhile, Kiwo and RT watched from the window, observing Brit's situation. They were anxious and worried.
After a few seconds, Brit clenched his teeth and took two more steps forward. Once he moved, he was less than two meters from SCP-096, close enough for a near encounter. He could feel its height. Though its body looked fragile and somewhat thin, its towering stature was intimidating.
SCP-096 was sobbing softly but no longer covering its face.
Its two long, disproportionate arms hung loosely at its sides. Although its body was slightly lowered, Brit still had to look up to see its head. Behind him, he could only see the back of its head.
"Don't be angry... don't be angry..." Brit tried to hold his breath and kept calming himself mentally.
Once he forced himself to calm down, he examined SCP-096 more carefully. It seemed to have no hair, none at all! Its skin was bare, and it looked very thin, almost malnourished, with little muscle.
"Could it be that the organization didn't feed it? Maybe it's hungry every day," a thought flashed through Brit's mind. He shook his head quickly, dismissing the idea.
He was unaware of SCP-096's true nature. Perhaps it didn't need to eat at all. After all, the Foundation's SCPs are full of strange qualities, like the 'Many-Winged Angel,' which feeds on sound.
In addition to lacking hair and muscle, Brit noticed that SCP-096's hands were also very large. From this close distance, he could see the details clearly. The palms were enormous, with slender, sharp fingers. There was some red minced meat hanging from them, perhaps even half of a small intestine.
The realistic details made Brit's stomach churn, and he felt an impulse to vomit. He instinctively knew that the meat and intestine belonged to the unlucky soldier just now. However, he fought the urge to vomit and kept his composure.
Despite this, the stream viewers exploded in reaction:
"Damn, I feel like throwing up!"
"My God! It's so realistic! I can feel my heart pounding. I can't imagine how it must feel to be so close to Brit!"
"Brit is awesome!"
"That's brutal!!"
"I swear, I wouldn't dare play this game alone..."