Loshu couldn't help but roll his eyes at the bearded commander's hindsight commentary.
If you guys had figured that out earlier, we wouldn't be in this mess.
Still, complaints aside, the commander held Level-4 clearance, meaning he had the authority to deploy—or execute—Loshu as he saw fit.
After assigning two female MTF operatives to guard the "C" corridor, he ordered Loshu to join the rest of the squad.
"This area's secure. We don't need too many people here. Other sectors are critically understaffed—D-20915, you're with us!"
Loshu didn't object.
More containment breaches meant more opportunities to encounter SCPs, expand his SCP Encyclopedia, and acquire new abilities. Right now, Site-19 was in chaos—Chaos Insurgency operatives were wreaking havoc, causing multiple containment failures.
Security personnel were split between repelling invaders and recontaining anomalies.
The moment Loshu's squad reached another section of Level-4, a man wielding a kitchen knife burst out from a hallway.
Behind him, Foundation security personnel lay slaughtered in a gruesome scene.
The commander's face paled. "Shit—"
But the next second, he froze, watching helplessly as the knife-wielding man hacked down one of his own men.
No one moved to stop the attacker. The victim didn't even resist.
Clearly, either the man or his knife was anomalous.
Loshu racked his brain, trying to recall which SCP could cause this effect—but then he realized he had become the knife-wielder's next target.
In that instant, he felt the icy grip of death. His limbs refused to move. He stood there, paralyzed, watching the blade descend toward him.
The MTF squad watched indifferently, making no move to intervene.
The only things Loshu could still control were his mouth and his mind.
Without hesitation, he flipped to Page 3 of the SCP Encyclopedia and activated Rainbow Lollipop's Persuasion ability.
"Stop! You shouldn't attack me!"
"Why?" The man paused, the knife hovering inches from Loshu's forehead.
Now that the blade was so close, Loshu could see every detail.
Approximately 13 inches long. Full-tang wooden handle with visible grain. The blade was stained with blood, rust, and cracks.
He knew exactly what this was.
Its name was 13-Inch Chef's Knife—another Site-19 containment breach.
This thing was the murder weapon used to kill a reclusive New York woman in the 1860s, and it carried a powerful mental influence.
Anyone with a mental resistance index below 97 couldn't resist its psychic command.
In SCP Foundation records, the average human mental resistance index was a pitiful 24.
Those who could reach 97 were exceedingly rare—probably only Dr. Clef met that standard.
So, in the hands of a wielder, the 13-Inch Chef's Knife was practically unstoppable.
Fortunately, Rainbow Lollipop's Persuasion was also a mental-based ability, capable of overriding the knife's influence.
If Loshu couldn't resist the knife's command, then neither could the wielder resist persuasion.
"No reason. God says you shouldn't stab me—in fact, you should give me the knife."
"Okay. God's will."
The man obediently handed over the blade.
The moment Loshu took it, the MTF squad snapped out of their trance.
They immediately gunned down the intruder.
The commander wiped his brow. "Holy hell! I thought we were done for! How the fuck did the invaders get their hands on this?!"
Then he cautiously extended a hand toward Loshu. "Hand it over. I'll secure it."
Loshu considered it. Based on past experience, the hardest part of containment was already done. There shouldn't be any issue transferring custody now.
So he passed the knife to the commander.
Seeing Loshu comply, the bearded man finally relaxed.
No matter how well Loshu had performed at Site-19, he was still a death-row convict with three murders on his record.
Letting him keep SCP-668 was out of the question.
"Never thought you'd use God to talk him down. Guess the bastard was a devout believer! Thank the Lord! Amen!"
Loshu internally scoffed.
Thank God? God is SCP-343, and he lives in Site-17.
Now that the knife was secured, the commander decided to split up.
"I'll handle containment. You head to Level-3 and assist where needed."
He'd realized that Level-4 housed Euclid-class anomalies, and letting Loshu roam freely here was too risky. So he sent him off to the Safe-class sector.
You don't even thank me, and now you're ditching me? What an asshole.
Grumbling, Loshu made his way toward Level-3.
The moment he reached the stairwell, the SCP Encyclopedia updated to Page 9.
[Page: 9]
[SCP-668]
[Designation: 13-Inch Chef's Knife]
[Object Class: Euclid]
[Image: …]
[Description: …]
[Special Containment Procedures: …]
[Abilities: Apathy Field]
[Status: Successfully Contained]
[Interaction History: Click to Play]
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No mistake—this was indeed SCP-668, the Apathy Field wielder.
This thing was practically a serial killer's best friend!
As long as you held it, cops wouldn't even shoot at you—they'd just watch passively as you went on a rampage.
To ensure recovery if it ever escaped, the Foundation had designed a special retrieval protocol:
A long-range sniper rifle.
Double-blind conditions.
Three separate agents coordinating without realizing they're acting against the object.
The terrifying part of SCP-668 wasn't the knife itself—it was the Apathy Field.
Now that Loshu had this ability, activating it would render him immune to direct aggression.
While others saw SCP-668 as a murder weapon, to Loshu, it was a survival tool.
The only downside? The ability was hard to reactivate.
Normally, SCP-668 was stored in a secure vault on Level-4, requiring O5-11's direct authorization for removal.
So unless Site-19 got invaded again, Loshu wouldn't get another chance to use it.