I’m In Charge of SCP

Behind the wooden door is a huge room, the walls are all made of stone bricks.

In the center of the room stood a high-backed chair, on which sat a middle-aged man in a tuxedo.

The middle-aged man shook the goblet in his hand, and the transparent liquid swirled in it, overflowing with fragrance.

Zhang Jue felt a little strange. He originally came to look for the giant dragon. How could there be a person here?

The man looked at Zhang Jue and said, Hello.

Zhang Jue shrugged: Can I say bad?

how?

Zhang Jue snorted, Sitting on a chair while letting guests stand, this is not the way to treat guests.

The middle-aged man nodded: You are right.

He shook the hand holding the goblet in the open space in front of him.

A high-back chair like the one behind him appeared out of nowhere.

Zhang Jue was a magician himself, but he had never seen such a superb performance.

However, Zhang Jue was not polite to him. Before he could open his mouth, Zhang Jue sat down on the chair as if returning to his own home, and faced the man face to face.

A cup of cappuccino, thank you. Zhang Jue said.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then shook his head, as if feeling helpless at Zhang Jue's familiarity.

He waved again, and a cup of coffee appeared in the air in front of Zhang Jue.

Holding the coffee in his hand, Zhang Jue found it was still hot. He took a sip and sighed in satisfaction.

In the depths of the Alps, he is probably the first person who can drink a cup of hot coffee.

The man looked at Zhang Jue and said, You don't seem to be afraid of me.

Zhang Jue shrugged: Why should I be afraid of you?

Such a word game is very boring, the man did not continue it, but began to look at Zhang Jue with great interest.

Similarly, Zhang Jue also looked at him openly.

There is no doubt that the man in front of him has a powerful reality distortion ability.

Zhang Jue remembered that when SCP-343 proved to the Foundation that he was a god, he once took out a hamburger out of thin air.

This man can make a chair and a cup of coffee with a wave of his hand, and he doesn't know who is stronger between the two.

It's not easy for you to pass the test I set up. The man said, Originally, I didn't want anyone to disturb me.

To me, that's nothing. Zhang Jue responded, So, those people outside didn't pass the test?

He was referring to the group of the Serpent's Hand.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and did not answer his question, but said, You are from SCP.

Most of the equipment Zhang Jue wears has the SCP logo printed on it, which cannot be denied.

Judging from this man's tone, he seems to know about the SCP Foundation, and maybe he has been contained.

Zhang Jue spread his hands: Boss, I am indeed an SCP member, but I have just joined the Foundation for a few days, and I have already seen them as disliked. I will never intervene if you have revenge or revenge. If necessary, I can also guide you or something.

Don't be nervous, I don't want to do anything to you. The middle-aged man shook the wine glass in his hand, watching the transparent liquid keep swirling, I just remembered an old friend, he is also an SCP member, I give He sent a message, and I don't know if he will come to see me.

old friend?

So, this person has no enmity with the Foundation?

Zhang Jue breathed a sigh of relief.

Since it's a friend, he will definitely come after receiving the message, but it's snowing outside, so you may have to wait a few more days.

The middle-aged man shook his head, looked at the wine in his hand, and said, I'm afraid I don't have that much time.

He lowered his head, his expression was so sad that even Zhang Jue, who was always nonsensical, was infected.

Looking at him, Zhang Jue felt a familiar feeling in his heart.

I seem to know who you are, or what you are. Zhang Jue said.

This was a bit rude, but that person was not angry, but smiled: Oh? Then you can tell me, who am I? Or, what is it?

You are SCP-3844. Zhang Jue said, Or, you used to be SCP-3844.

...

Unlike traditional SCP projects, SCP-3844 is an iterative document, which records the whole process of a giant dragon from discovery to execution.

On a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, the staff of the SCP Foundation discovered a giant dragon on a certain mountain.

This was the first time the SCP Foundation had contact with this giant dragon. At that time, his wingspan was tens of meters. Although it was not as huge as it is now, it was already enough deterrent to the people at that time.

The foundation sent personnel to communicate with it and signed an agreement with it.

The dragon promised to fly out of its territory as little as possible, and to communicate with people and learn modern scientific knowledge.

This was probably the worst decision it ever made.

The more dragons learn about modern science, the smaller their bodies become and the more limited their abilities become.

In its heyday, its body was more than 70 meters long, it could simulate the shape of any human being, it could speak at least 14 languages, and there were countless treasures in its nest.

And under the influence of science, it finally turned into a small dragon with only a dozen meters, and lost everything.

By the time it realized the problem and wanted to break through the Foundation's containment, it was already too late.

Countless anti-aircraft guns shot at it, and finally its corpse turned into a flying lizard-it couldn't even preserve its dignity as a dragon.

There are countless epic and tragic projects in the SCP Foundation, and SCP-3844 is far from the worst, but every time I read this document, Zhang Jue always feels a little sad.

Currently, SCP-3844 is the collective designation for a number of large, winged lizard-like creatures.

And the person in front of him is the first generation of SCP-3844, the real SCP-3844.

It, or rather, he, was resurrected.

What makes Zhang Jue feel strange is that the ability he currently possesses seems to be different from before, or even completely opposite, so Zhang Jue didn't connect the two.

Zhang Jue didn't confirm his identity until he saw him and felt the deep sadness emanating from him.

But why did his ability undergo such a major change?

According to GOC records, the more advanced weapons are used against him, the more powerful he becomes.

What exactly is going on?

...

Yes, I am the creature that was once called 3844 by your SCP Foundation. After hearing Zhang Jue's words, he replied with a smile, as if he didn't mind this identity at all, I was already dead, but I'm alive again. And it has become stronger than before, the Foundation can no longer control me, what, are you afraid?

Hearing 3844's slightly sarcastic words, Zhang Jue shook his head, his eyes full of sadness.

Pointing to the undrinked wine in 3844's hand, he said slowly: If you really think so, don't seek death. Since you have been resurrected, just be good and live.