Infas checked his PDA again carefully to see if he had made a mistake. Apparently not. He was appointed to this strange project group responsible for the item of number SCP-CN-XXX. What seems to be a coincidence, the containment site is Site-CN-XX, and they belong to the MTF-XX-X “Haven't Decided the Name Yet”. But in the years of working in Foundation, he had seen it all, therefore he did not mind the postmodern naming.
He came to the front door of Site-CN-XX. Site-CN-XX is an office building consisting of 10 underground floors and 34 floors above the ground, located within the central business district of a certain first-tier city in China, with the atmosphere of "the Foundation is fucking rich".
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He got to the front door of Site-CN-XX. Site-CN-XX disguises as the ████████ University, containing a large number of researchers of different areas of research, creating the atmosphere that "the Foundation members are fucking bald".
First things first, he has to go in before anything to be done. He avoided the sights of the students around, entered the lift to go down into Site-CN-XX deep underground.
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The lift went upwards. The containment sector of Site-CN-XX is usually built between X/F and XX/F. As it is located in the center of a first-tier city, Site-CN-XX cannot possibly contain anomalies of high risks. Infas might be able to get some days off here.
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The lift reached 3/F Underground, the containment sector for class Keter. Infas didn't know if it is an honour or a curse for him, a newbie that have just finished internship not even for 2 months, to be here. But he has no right to resist it. Give life a big smile, he thought.
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He walked towards the end of the corridor. In 32/F, Infas can see the whole view of Lujiazui through the glass walls.
He went straight to the containment room of SCP-CN-XXX, prepared to open the door,
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and found that the door is a sliding one.
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Infas wanted to push the door to the right but discovered the electronic door lock on the right instead.
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Infas took out his ID card, but in fact, the door lock required fingerprints.
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Infas put his thumb on the lock, and Dr. Varitas passing by growled at him, "You are going to get the camera dirty." Infas looked closely and found the thing he recognized as an iris.
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Is there something wrong.
Infas scratched his head but still couldn't tell where the disharmony came from. Whatever the case might be, the rolling door in front of him slowly opens.
He saw SCP-CN-XXX, which was 6 coins, and the beginning of countless conflicts involving the Church of the Broken God. Infas could not imagine how many things can be done with the Safe thingy.
“Hey, this is for you.” Dr. XXX passed over a document, which was SCP-CN.
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-XXX's. When dealing with Keter class anomalies, reading the document more thoroughly is always right. He looked at the enormous hydrochloric acid storage tank, thinking of his frustrating future career. Infas never expected himself to be at the main branch to take care of the big lizard. Alright then, now all around the lizard are at least two and a half dozen of MTF members, their armbands marked the words MTF-XX
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-X with a plum flower logo. MTF-XX-X "Haven't Decided the Name Yet" has been secretly protecting the city that he lived in for an undateable period, and now that Infas met the group of heroes himself, he couldn't help feeling
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disgusted. MTF-XX-X directly belongs to a nameless department, people died due to them and most likely even more than anomalies, and these all are done under the policy of "Preventing memetic spread". He turned to the containment room, which he saw only a metal box, not much bigger than a computer. But inside
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it there lived the pink little guy that is about the position of the son of the whole site. last time he went into the room for a glance, and found a floor full of rolled-up paper and
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red goo of unknown properties. According to the rumors, that was the shit of the concrete sculpture. Whatever they are, he now has the responsibility to watch the D-Classes go inside and get those
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crushed bones that the hellhound has left over clean.
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Legends said that the bones are crushed by a godly hammer, and yet nothing is able to destroy
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the bodies in the water. It would be the undefeatable
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keyboard warrior.
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Wait.
"Isn't there something wrong here?" Infas shouted. "From entering here I felt the disharmony, is this some fucking Pataphysics Department anomalies? I've had enough of it!"
"Ah? You've discovered it?"
Infas12 answered, "we are not done yet, we temporarily use XXX for the sake of easier change of item number, it is going to be posted, don't worry. Everyone is using this number, and I'm thinking if the lower narrative would mash up hahaha."
"This site is not for you to publish unfinished work!" Infas roared.
"Did you get something wrong somewhere? It's not SCP Foundation here."
Infas looked at his ID card, and on it the words SSCP Foundation is printed.
"It is SCP Sandbox here, my foolish lower narrative entity."