Time Travel Foundation: Captured By Goc At The Beginning

April 12, 2.0.0.4, in Site-19, America.

D-8969 was wearing yellow clothes and pants, sitting motionless on the bed.

He stared at the black wall, trying hard to recall his previous name and those memories.

But in fact, he has long forgotten what his real name is, and this kind of memory is more like a formality.

Ever since he was hired as an experimenter by an organization called the SCP Foundation, his memories have become increasingly blurred. The only time he was relatively clear was when he got an injection in the hospital.

Although in his current memory, he had only been a D-class personnel for less than a month, he always felt that he had been a D-class personnel for a long time.

In his subconscious, one sentence always floated in his mind:

This isn't the first month.

WD-8969~, follow me. "

A voice interrupted his memories. He looked up and saw that it was the site guard.

Then, he stood up numbly, and was escorted by guards to a holding room with a steel door. There was a manually operated cleaner next to the door.

D-8969 glanced at the sign on the door, which read:

[SCP-173 Object Class Euclid]

Seeing that level, D-8969 felt relieved.

He had previously participated in an experiment called "SCP-096". At that time, he remembered that he just looked at an image of a face in a very abstract style and that was it.

(Abstract images of SCP-096's face will not trigger it)

If nothing happens, it should be safe this time. he thought.

Then, he looked at the other two D-class personnel present, as well as the two site guards nearby, and a man in a white coat standing high up.

"The following content is closely related to whether your life can still exist after the experiment."

The man in the white coat spoke after seeing them all gathered. After confirming that the three D-class personnel were all staring at him with bated breath, he continued:

"After the door opens, you will see a statue. After entering, you must at least make sure that one person's eyes are focused on the statue, and then any of you will take the manual cleaner to clean the reddish-brown substance on the floor. .As for who it is...the one numbered 8969, you go get the cleaner."

At the end of the sentence, the man in the white coat pointed at D-8969, who followed the instructions and picked up the cleaning machine and waited for the next step.

"What I want to emphasize is that during the whole process, one person must stare at the statue with both eyes open. Don't think that it will be okay to turn a blind eye. I can guarantee that the result will be disastrous. So. Do you all understand?"

The D-class personnel nodded to express their understanding. In fact, for them, this rule is relatively simple. The projects they have experienced before are hundreds of times more complicated than this rule.

So, under the nervous gaze of the D-class personnel, the steel door slowly opened, and the statue that the man in the white coat was talking about appeared in front of them under the lighting equipment of the containment room.

This statue can at least be called humanoid in shape. Its arms are as short as those of a dinosaur, its legs feel like they are stuck together, and its butt is completely black.

The most eye-catching thing about this statue is its large, shapeless head, with spray-painted eyes and a red inverted V on the face.

In fact, D-8969's initial focus was on the spray paint, not the statue's weird body.

After looking at it for a few more seconds, he judged that the spray paint should be Krylon brand.

But soon, he focused on his target - a large piece of reddish-brown material one meter away from the statue.

Just as he walked over, the other two D-class personnel began to stare at the statue alternately.

When D-8969 approached those substances, he smelled a very disgusting smell of feces, which made him almost vomit on the spot.

But he still held back, then picked up the cleaner and started cleaning up.

The man in a white coat looked at SCP-173's monitor through the console.

But what he didn't notice was that the lights beside the console seemed to be flashing abnormally.

In a storage room on this site, an ExidySorcerer microcomputer that can be put into a storage cabinet is turned on.

A very thin wire extended from an inconspicuous crack in this storage room and was connected to a more advanced computer in another storage room. This computer was steaming and running at full speed. .

There is also a sign on the door outside this storage room, which reads:

…0request flowers

[SCP-079, Object Class Euclid]

Site-19's site AI management system is considered very advanced. This management system has also made the site's firewall impregnable in the past ten years.

This firewall has created one myth after another in the previous series of hacker intrusions by hostile organizations, and is known as "the firewall that will never be defeated."

But the myth was soon to burst.

Without the site's computer technician being aware of it, the firewall set by the site's AI was quickly breached [and then ten kinds of unusual information quickly rushed into the computer where Site A was located.

Site-19's site AI is indeed advanced. It managed to withstand this tsunami-like information flow attack for 15 seconds before it was finally breached and taken over.

.......00

After another three minutes, the mysterious hacker completely took control of all the site's AI-controlled systems.

In other words, this hacker has taken control of the entire Site-19.

Subsequently, the AI ​​that had changed its controller quickly issued an instruction, and the ultimate direction and designated target of this instruction...

This is SCP-173's containment chamber.

D-8969 finally cleaned off the last piece of brown-red substance that was firmly adhering to the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Just as D-8969 turned around, the light above his head suddenly flickered and then went out. He turned to look outside the door and found that the light outside was out.

"Don't panic! Keep staring at that statue! I guess the lighting system just failed, and it will be fine soon!"

The site security outside yelled, but what happened next was beyond his expectation.

The lights appeared quickly, and then began to flash wildly. This negative stimulation directly forced the three oral personnel present and the security guard outside to close their eyes.

By doing this, SCP-173 broke through its restraints.

Then, D-8969 heard two clicks, and he realized on the spot that no one was staring at the statue.

While he was trying hard to find the statue in the crazy flickering, another click sounded behind him.

Then, his consciousness fell into darkness.

D-8969's last thought before his death was: Why is this Euclid class so dangerous this time...?