I’m In Charge of SCP

Seeing Zhang Jue's provocation so arrogantly, SCP106 showed an evil smile. He corroded the ground in front of him and approached Zhang Jue little by little.

Zhang Jue was not someone who was just waiting to die. He calmed down and activated his skill - Terror Projection.

He didn't expect to be able to scare the old man, as long as he could make his movements slightly sluggish, it would be considered a success.

However, this miraculous skill that scares the crap out of SCP1013 (Lizard Chicken) has no effect on 106 at all.

The old man still smirked and walked towards him.

Grandma has a leg, I can't cure you anymore.

Seeing that the terrorist projection had no effect, Zhang Jue decided to strike first. He quickly started and went straight to 106. He jumped into the air and punched 106 on the bridge of the nose.

Don't look at 106 walking slowly, but his movements were very fast - he grabbed Zhang Jue's fist almost the moment Zhang Jue hit him in the face.

The old man grinned wickedly.

Use a little force.

Zhang Jue only felt a numbness in his right hand.

He realized that SCP106 was also using its abilities on him.

106 can incapacitate any creature it touches, and then drag it into a different space.

But unfortunately, his ability is useless to Zhang Jue.

Hey, brother, don't waste your energy. Zhang Jue said with a smile, We are all immune to magic, let's fight hand-to-hand.

With that said, it was just a kick.

This time, due to the short distance, 106 failed to dissipate all of Zhang Jue's strength, and staggered backwards.

Zhang Jue laughed. When it comes to fighting, he was never afraid of anyone.

SCP106 seemed unable to comprehend the fact that his own ability was unable to take effect on Zhang Jue, he hesitated for a while, and then returned to normal—showing his disgusting and terrifying smile.

Afterwards, a pool of black liquid formed on the ground where he was, and he slowly sank into it, before finally disappearing.

Just ran away like that?

Zhang Jue let out a hey, if he had known that the old man was so easy to deal with, he would not have put Yang Xue in the containment room, and now he had to pick her up.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt his feet slip—SCP106 appeared on the soles of his feet, and with a forceful pull, Zhang Jue was pulled into the puddle of black liquid.

...

It was pitch black all around.

It took Zhang Jue a while to get used to it before he could barely see.

If his prediction is correct, this should be SCP106's dimensional pocket, and he usually drags it in after killing and maiming people.

He may have been the first to arrive here intact.

He walked aimlessly, and there seemed to be nothing here.

Without a reference object, he doesn't know how far he has traveled, or even whether he has moved.

Suddenly, an unknown black liquid appeared on the surrounding ground, which was the same as the liquid that 106 entered and exited from solid matter every time.

The liquid got on his shoes, made a squeaking sound, and emitted white smoke, which seemed to be quite corrosive.

I'm going, it's so awesome. Zhang Jue stood on tiptoe and ran away.

I don't know how far I ran.

There appears to be someone ahead.

Come to me, young man.

he said.

Zhang Jue had no choice but to run towards him.

Running, he saw a door appearing in the darkness ahead.

This door appeared in a different space, so abrupt.

But Zhang Jue had no choice. The corrosive liquid under his feet was about to surround him. He didn't want to use his body to test whether he was still immune to this thing.

The door was only two meters away, and the black liquid had surrounded him. Like a goalkeeper, Zhang Jue jumped up and jumped directly into the door.

...

sunny.

What appeared in front of Zhang Jue was a farmhouse.

in front of the farmhouse.

A bald old man was sitting in a rocking chair basking in the sun.

Leisurely and cozy.

To Zhang Jue's surprise, the old man was almost identical in appearance to SCP106.

But he can be sure that they are not the same person.

SCP106 exudes a disgusting and terrifying aura, and this old man can only be described as kind, just like the grandfather next door.

Are you? Zhang Jue tried to ask.

It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are? the old man said sharply.

Zhang Jue rubbed his temple with his right hand: It's fine if you don't want to talk, this kind of conversation gives me a headache, what should I call you?

You can do whatever you want.

Okay, Mr. Shit.

Cough, cough cough... The old man laughed a few times, You can call me Chocolate.

Chocolate? Old man, the name is very sweet, aren't you afraid of getting diabetes?

I'm like this now, and I'm not afraid of any illness—that's the nickname I was given, and I like it very much.

Zhang Jue picked his nostrils: Okay, Mr. Chocolate, then can you tell me, who is that ugly guy who looks like you outside?

Zhang Jue's words were intangible. It was the first time the old man met such a style of person, and he was a little uncomfortable.

He laughed awkwardly: Obviously, that's 'me'.

Huh? Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows.

To be precise, that is the evil 'I' the old man explained, Because of some things, the 'I' split into two personalities, one is the good 'I' and the other is the evil 'I', The evil 'I' is the main personality because of its deep obsession, and I am the sub-personality, which only appears when he is weak or distracted.

I'm not interested in what bullshit you've been through. Zhang Jue snorted, There are only two issues I care about now, Mr. Diabetes, first, why did I come here, and second, how do I get out of here?

The old man smiled: The reason why you came here is because you are the only one who came to this space and still has the ability to think, and was not killed by the evil 'I' - as for how to get out from here, it is very difficult. Simple, the good 'I' and the evil 'I' have the same ability, since he can bring you in, I can naturally take you out.

Zhang Jue let out a wow: Boss is awesome, then please send me out now, I'm a little anxious—

Okay. The old man said, But before that, can I ask you to do one thing for me.

Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Jue understood, what kind of bullshit I was, it turned out that I was asking for help from others, and that's why I saved people.

With the bargaining chip in hand, Zhang Jue smiled, and unconsciously revealed his true nature: Old man, I have always been selfless, eager for justice, and it is not impossible to do you a favor. Can you tell me first, what can I do for you? Busy, what good will you do me?

The old man froze for a moment, then shook his head and smiled wryly: I see the word SCP is printed on the clothes you are wearing, you should be from the Foundation, if possible, can you please help me go to the SCP cemetery and give someone A bouquet of flowers?

Just offering a bouquet of flowers? It's not as difficult as it sounds.

Zhang Jue asked, What's that person's name?

Anna. The old man said, Anna Lang.

Zhang Jue wrote it down silently.

As for the benefits... The old man casually took out a precision instrument from the space next to it. It was cylindrical and looked like a detonator, but it was completely transparent, and there was a spinning top inside it.

This is the result of my research here. Since you are the only one who can come in, I will give it to you.

The old man rubbed it twice, and seemed a little bit reluctant.

I call it a reality extractor. The current time is limited, and its ability is up to you to explore. The evil 'I' is coming, and I will send you out now.