I’m In Charge of SCP

According to Zhang Jue's memory, Site-17 is a foundation site dedicated to containing low-risk humanoid entities. 600 (that guy) and other items that are 'relatively friendly' to humans.

Of course, the series of incidents caused by 239 cannot be regarded as the harm caused by her. It can only be said that her ability is too powerful, and she is guilty of her own crime.

And if Zhang Jue remembers correctly, she should be asleep by now.

Although the timeline of this SCP world is different from Zhang Jue's impression, the general situation of Site 17 has not changed much, so Shirley will be placed here, which actually surprised him a bit.

Shirley's cognitohazard, although not comparable to those projects that easily destroy the world, is actually quite dangerous for ordinary workers. Logically, she should not meet the containment standards of Site 17.

Back then, 682 was transferred with Shirley, and he didn't know why. He didn't pay attention to it at first, but now that he thinks about it, he really should ask someone.

Zhang Jue squeezed his temples. This SCP world has changed a lot from the one he knew. The things in his head can only be used as an aid. If he blindly follows the documents he has read, he will suffer sooner or later.

Zhang Jue followed Hayer all the way, and underwent several inspections on the way. It seems that the guards here are stricter than those at site 14.

But it can be understood after thinking about it. After all, the dolls contained in site 17 are all highly intelligent. If something really happens, it must be much bigger than site 14—nuclear explosions are not counted.

There was no welcome ceremony, let alone the station master himself, so Zhang Jue almost sneaked into the site.

Zhang Jue couldn't wait and wanted to see Shirley right away.

Seeing his unfriendly expression, Hayle didn't dare to delay, and immediately went to the relevant personnel to go through the procedures after placing him in the reception room.

Zhang Jue sat in his seat, thinking that he would see Shirley soon, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Hayle came back soon, with an ugly expression on his face.

What's the matter? Zhang Jue asked, Where is Shirley, when can I see her?

She... Haier hesitated to speak.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes: What's the matter?

It has been half a year since Zhang Jue came to this world. Most people who know him think that he is approachable and easy to talk to, and at most sometimes makes harmless jokes.

Few people have really seen him angry or even angry.

Hayle was lucky to be one of them.

If O5-2 relied on arrogance to suppress people at the beginning, then Zhang Jue was like a sharp dagger, stabbing Hayle's eyes with pain.

No, don't get me wrong. Hayer was afraid that Zhang Jue would kill him in a fit of anger, so he said hastily, 053, she just fell asleep.

Asleep? Zhang Jue frowned, putting away the murderous aura emanating from his body.

Yes, she fell asleep.

Hayle nodded quickly.

The person in charge of the 053 project said that since I left, Shirley has frequently fallen into a deep sleep state. At first she slept for one day, then three days and five days. The latest time, she has been asleep for more than seven days. The staff once Try to wake her up, but if disturbed, she wakes up cranky and wants to hurt herself - it's only normal when she wakes up on her own.

Zhang Jue pinched his chin with his thumb and index finger, thinking about the reason for Shirley's abnormal behavior.

Normally, a person falls asleep to relieve fatigue, but this is clearly not the case with Shirley - it seems, she is fighting something, just like 3844 (the dragon).

And... Hail paused.

Zhang Jue said irritably, Can you finish your sentence at once.

Hayer's expression was aggrieved, and he said in his heart that if your face was not blacker than carbon, I would be so scared?

And, according to the staff, every time SCP053 wakes up, she asks about your condition. She really wants to see you.

Zhang Jue felt his heart shrink suddenly.

He has been a human being for two lives, and he has no relatives except the father whom he has never met.

Shirley was like his own sister.

The feeling of being missed is good and bad.

Can I go and see her? Zhang Jue's voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't even feel it.

Yes. Hayle nodded, But the station master is out for a meeting and won't be back until tomorrow. My authority is to let you take a look at her at the door.

Zhang Jue nodded: That's enough.

At Site 17, Hayle's authority is not high, and the area he can enter is also very limited.

He was assigned to CN to seek Zhang Jue's help, presumably because Harvey said he was flexible and sociable.

In order to be able to persuade Zhang Jue better, the webmaster granted him the relevant permissions for the 053 project.

The scale of site17 is much larger than that of site14 where Zhang Jue is located, and the facilities inside are better.

The place where Shirley was taken in was decorated like a small playground with all kinds of entertainment facilities. Zhang Jue even saw a huge cotton candy machine, which can be called a children's paradise.

But it was clear that Shirley didn't like it here.

At this time, the little girl was lying in a pink room, sleeping peacefully.

Several huge dolls were beside her, but instead of hugging them, she curled up in a corner by herself.

Looking at this scene through the window on the door, Zhang Jue felt a little uncomfortable.

Hayle also sighed lightly.

...

In the evening, Zhang Jue came to the roof and looked up at the starry sky—this was a habit he developed when he was at site14.

Whenever he needs to organize his thoughts, he will find a commanding height and look far away, which seems to help him think more.

Shirley is a child, but not an ordinary child.

She is smart, introverted, will not be willful, let alone lie.

If she wanted to look for him, there must be a reason why she had to look for him.

Now she fell into a deep sleep, probably because of the same reason - she was troubled by something serious.

But Zhang Jue couldn't guess what it was, so he could only wait for Shirley to wake up.

Zhang Jue sighed.

Young people should be full of vitality like the rising sun. If they sigh all the time, they will lose their fighting spirit like an old horse.

An old voice came from behind Zhang Jue.

If it was normal, Zhang Jue would definitely have a good debate with the owner of the voice on whether the sun is alive and whether the old horse will definitely lose his fighting spirit.

But now, he is not in the mood.

Looking back at the old man with long golden hair, Zhang Jue said rudely, Old man, who are you and what do you call them?

The old man smiled slightly and patted him on the shoulder: Young man, my number in the foundation is 343. If you want, you can call me 'God' like them.