I asked you to write about the statue, and you wrote about Foundation 173?

The man then opened the video attachment, and the environment was dim, with Igotta lying on top of his laundry stacked by the wall.

She tossed and turned restlessly in her sleep, muttering meaningless syllables as the thing began to slowly approach.

Breathing-like static noises rang out from the speakers, which became clearer and clearer as the camera approached the Doctor.

It was a muffled whisper of hundreds of voices.

Suddenly, a strange phrase came to the fore:

"You're listening, aren't you?"

The man looked back at the monitor in confusion, and the camera had stopped not far from the sleeping doctor.

The noise stopped.

A bony hand reached for her forehead, ruffling a strand of hair.

She snapped her eyes open and flinched back in shock.

The video cuts off.

The man was only shocked, but he continued to watch "five-two-zero".

[Historical version, updated 1 day ago]

The man once again skipped the unchanged original text and looked at the attachment.

Dr. Igotta appears in the frame, looking even worse than the last time, her hair visibly thinning and her eyes sunken into their sockets.

She stared ahead without blinking.

"I'm not infected with infohazards. I've tested for SCP-8673 infection, and the answer is no. SCP-9189 is the only one that uses print as a carrier, it can't be it, my fingers are still there!"

She grinned in a broken smile, and she smiled weakly, showing trembling hands.

The remains of a finger with almost nothing left of bone were embedded in her left hand, replacing her ring finger.

The two wedding rings are loosely attached to each other, touching each other.

"I'm not infected, I'm not crazy, I know. I knew that the ceremony would be a success. I know it's him......"

Something off screen caught her eye, and she looked up and listened.

"No, I can't, you ......"

She rubbed her temples vigorously and repeated it over and over again, before she suddenly turned her head and said.

"It's her or not, I'm still a part of SCP-001 with me, and I can't hold on. I'm safe here, the sun doesn't shine on me. I'm not going to let it take me. "

She wielded a pistol.

"I found the medicine, it's quieter than the gun, they won't find the body. "

She pulled open the drawer and put away the pistol.

"Mom, Dad, Ari, I'm sorry. "

The recording stopped.

Comment area in the live broadcast room.

"The image of this doctor is getting more and more terrifying by the day. "

Through hundreds of voices mixed together, and the black monster that never showed its full face from start to finish, the No. 100 contestant managed to create a classic horror movie scene. "

"Why did this historical version skip so long to the day before?"

"SCP-8673?SCP-9189?Why did one go to 8k and one to 9k!!"

"Let's see if the No. 100 player will write in the future. "

She said she wasn't crazy, but she looked like she was. "

"That's how the empty bottles came in the first place. "

The last sentence of the female doctor shook me. "

"I miss my family......"

"Condolences. "

[It's terrible. Is it really the only way it ends?]

The man thought as he pulled open the drawer, drew his pistol, and thought about his next step.

Just then, the file was updated. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

[Item No.: The golden sky holds up the blazing sun,

You and I meet by chance and clumsily show each other. 】

[Object Class: Two in one, the old-fashioned story begins, through the fog of confusion, wildness, glitter, and the clear blue sky hangs high in the dazzling sun.] 】

[Special Containment Procedures: Shine on us to gallop with all our might, step into the wedding hall, and only rely on the crazy heat.] 】

[The future unfolds, the new life is coming as promised, the commitment and responsibility are all for the sake of the family, and the blue sky is shining brightly. 】

[Description: Buried, bound by fate, consumed by growing resentment and insecurity.] 】

[Now you lie still, your life is gone, sleeping in the darkness beyond her light. 】

[The crimson sky, the burning day that exalts us, today, I love, you and I are one. 】

After that, the monitor began to play the video file automatically, and the man suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Here's the live footage, from behind him.

A bony hand enters the frame and moves it with snail-like speed, this hand has no ring finger..

Before he had time to think further, he turned and raised his gun and fired a flurry of fire, but it all crashed into an empty wall.

After another second, he heard them.

Wet footsteps with the sound of water accompanied by a chorus of screams gradually approached the corridor.

It slammed against the door, is there still a place to hide?

It struck again, and it seemed to have a face, part of which belonged to a human, and the rest of which was ...... It's something else.

It was flowing in from under the door frame, shards oozing out from both sides of the door, reuniting into fingers, eyes, and feathers.

It was pressing against the wooden door, groaning and cracking, the wood shattered, and the door was slammed open.

The palms and arms reached out from it, pulling the man from one to the other, passing it all the way.

They carried the man back to the tunnel again.

[The precious time spent in the dark is only a moment. 】

[At the end of the tunnel, there is light. 】

Comment area in the live broadcast room

"Why do you just start writing this? Write prose poems in the SCP standard format, right?"

"The No. 100 player is still quite stylish. "

"So who's the guy who wrote this? Dr. Igotta killed himself......"

"It all seems to be about marriage and love...... So I think it should have been written by her husband, Ari. "

Now I understand what it's about. "

"I'm 0.6 grass, and I was scared when I suddenly broke into the camera's hand, and my face protruded, right!!"

"I didn't feel terrified, just a sense of sadness, Dr. Igotta's hand ......"

Laughing to death, the protagonist was scared to death, and directly began to shoot and match. "

"The last scene is quite interesting, even though it depicts the protagonist finishing. "

"The last sentence is a pun!"

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The original author of the two SCP items in it just took them out to advance the plot.,But two days later, the SCP-8000 competition began.,So it's time to see if these two will change.,For example, change to SCP-13839 or something.。。