Chapter 25: The Good Version of Me

Chapter 25: The Good Version of Me

Zhang Jue provoked SCP-106 arrogantly. The Old Man revealed an evil smile as he corroded the ground in front of him and started approaching him. Zhang Jue did not sit back and wait for death. He concentrated his mind and unleashed his ability, Terror Projection. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

He didn't expect to be able to scare The Old Man. He would be considered successful as long as he could cause him to move, even with only a slight delay. However, this technique, which scared the shit out of SCP-1013, did not work at all on 106.

The Old Man smiled wildly and marched towards him. "Grandma, I still can't cure you."

Seeing that the Terror Projection had no effect, Zhang Jue decided to make a pre-emptive strike. He quickly moved and went straight for SCP-106, jumping up in the air with a punch, aiming for SCP-106's nose.

SCP-106 doesn't slow down his pace, and he moved very quickly - grabbing Zhang Jue's fist as soon as it hit his face. The Old Man gave him a sinister smile. There was a slight force, and Zhang Jue felt a little tingling in his right hand.

He realized that SCP-106 was using the same ability on him. SCP-106 was able to incapacitate any creature that came in contact with him and drag them into his Pocket Dimension. But unfortunately, his ability didn't work on Zhang Jue either.

"Hey, old man, don't waste your energy." Zhang Jue laughed, "We're both magic-free bodies, let's just fight physically."

With that, Zhang Jue lunged a kick. This time, due to the close distance, SCP-106 failed to parry all of Zhang Jue's force and stumbled backward. Zhang Jue laughed. In terms of fighting, he had never been afraid of anyone.

SCP-106 seemed unable to comprehend his inability to affect Zhang Jue with his powers and hesitated for a moment before he walked away he looked at Zhang Jue with a disgusted face. A puddle of black liquid then generated on the ground where he was standing, and he slowly sank in, eventually disappearing.

"He ran away?" Zhang Jue laughed, if he had known that this Old Man was so easy to deal with, he wouldn't have put Yang Xue in the containment room, and now he had to go pick her up.

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt his feet were sinking SCP-106 appeared on the bottom of his feet, and with a firm tug, he pulled Zhang Jue's entire body into the puddle of black liquid.

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It was pitch black all around. It took Zhang Jue a while to get used to it before he could barely see. If his assumption was correct, this should be SCP-106's Pocket Dimension, and he usually pulled people in only after they were killed and incapacitated.

He was probably the first person to come here in one piece. He wandered, and it seemed like a void here. Without a heading, he didn't know how far he had walked or even if he had moved at all.

Suddenly, an unidentified black liquid appeared on the ground around him, the same kind of liquid as every time SCP-106 had entered and left a solid matter. The liquid appeared under his shoes, making a bristling sound and emitting white smoke, which seemed quite corrosive.

Zhang Jue dug his curiosity: "Okay, chocolate grandpa, can you tell me who's the ugly pussy outside that looks just like you?" Zhang Jue's words invisibly scolded people, and it was the first time The Old Man had met someone with such a style, and he was a bit uncomfortable.

He laughed awkwardly and said, "Obviously, that's 'me'."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows.

"To be precise, that's the evil' me'" The Old Man explained, "Because of something I've experienced, I split into two personalities, one is the good 'me' and the other one there is the evil' me', the evil' me' is the primary personality because of deeper obsessions, I am the secondary personality, and only when he is weak or distracted will appear."

"I'm not interested in what bullshit you guys went through." Zhang Jue hummed, "There are only two questions I care about now, Mister Diabetes. First, why did I come here, and second, how do I get out of here?"

The Old Man smiled, "The reason you came here is that you are the only one who came to this space and still has the ability to think and was not killed by the evil' me' - as for how to get out of here, is simple. The good 'me' and the evil 'me' have the same ability, and since he was able to bring you in, I can easily bring you out."

Zhang Jue let out sarcastic amazement. "Oh, Thank God, then please send me out now. I can't wait to pee-"

"Good." The Old Man said, "But before that, could you please do one thing for me."

Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Jue understood. What kind of bullshit 'me' was that it turned out that there was a request to save someone.

With a bargaining chip, Zhang Jue smiled arrogantly, unconsciously revealing his nature: "Old Man, I have always been selfless and eager to do righteousness. It is not impossible to grant your favor. Can you tell me first, what favor do I have to help you, and what are the benefits for me?"

The Old Man froze, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I see that the clothes you are wearing have SCP logo printed on them. You should be a member of the Foundation. If possible, can you please help me go to the SCP Foundation's cemetery and offer a bouquet to a person?"

Just lay a bouquet? It didn't sound too difficult. Zhang Jue asked, "What's that person's name?"

"Anna." The old man said, "Anna. Long." Zhang Jue wrote it down silently.

"As for the benefits..." The Old Man casually pulled out a sophisticated instrument from thin air next to him, cylindrical in shape, looking like a tube but completely transparent, with a gyroscope spinning inside. "This is the result of my research here, and since you're the only one who can get in, I'll give it to you." The old man patted it twice, seemingly a bit reluctant.

"I call it the reality extractor. At the moment about what it can do is limited. As for its ability, it is up to you to figure it out. The evil 'me' is coming, and I'll send you out now."