IR1901 keeping his distance from SCP-012 (Unfinished Composition) was understandable.
That thing's mental influence was severe enough to drive anyone insane.
But for Luoshu? Not a problem.
As he opened the containment unit, he flipped to Page 16 of the Catalog—SCP-148 (Telekill Alloy).
A byproduct of reclaiming SCP-035 (Possessive Mask), this page granted mental shielding.
Useless most days, but against cognitohazards like SCP-012? Perfect countermeasure.
With this protection, the Unfinished Composition posed zero threat.
The Unit
The chamber was pitch black—no lighting, no infrared cameras (Foundation regulations to protect monitoring staff).
Only dim hallway lights revealed the space:
5m x 5m floor plan
5m ceiling height (unusually tall)
A metal box suspended 2.5m above the ground
Too high to reach.
"Hey, dumbass!" Luoshu hissed into the throat mic. "I need a boost. Get in here."
IR1901's voice crackled back, strained: "I'll, uh… find you a stool."
Coward.
Minutes later, a 50cm stool appeared at the far end of the hallway—as far from SCP-012 as possible.
Pathetic.
Luoshu retrieved the parchment:
Ancient vellum
Red-black ink (allegedly Christ's blood mixed with later victims')
Even shielded, its aura made his skin crawl
Normally, he'd recontain it immediately.
But today?
Payback time.
The Prank
Luoshu strolled toward IR1901's hiding spot, waving the parchment.
"Done! Want a closer look? It's a millennia-old relic!"
IR1901 turned—
—and screamed, his voice distorting between SCP-126's femininity and MacDonald's gruffness.
He fled like the devil was chasing him.
Satisfying.
Only then did Luoshu properly recontain SCP-012.
The Catalog updated:
[Page: 21]
[Item Number: SCP-012]
[Designation: Unfinished Composition]
[Object Class: Euclid]
[Anomalous Ability: Light of Martyrdom]
[Effect: Turns viewers into suicidal fanatics. Useless for anything but murder.]
[Status: Successfully Contained]
Powerful, but niche. Luoshu preferred precision over indiscriminate carnage.
But IR1901?
The agent's voice returned, eager: "So… when do we test it?"
Of course.
The Chaos Insurgency wanted this to destabilize Site-19.
Imagine activating Light of Martyrdom during a containment breach—turning security teams into suicidal zealots.
Clever bastard.
Luoshu smirked. "Soon."
Just not how you're hoping.