Luo Shu hadn't anticipated the elevator's weight detection becoming an issue.
When he'd descended earlier, both he and IR1901 were under sensory deprivation (SCP-126)—no tactile feedback meant no pressure on the sensors, bypassing the Security Level-4 protocol.
Now?
He'd returned SCP-126 to IR1901 and was relying on SCP-055's unobservability—which didn't mask his physical weight.
The elevator's AI had flagged the discrepancy:
"Declared weight: 0 kg. Actual weight: 72 kg. Operation suspended."
Meanwhile, at Epsilon-11's barracks:
Agents were gearing up.
Big Beard Jack was bellowing orders.
The squad would reach the central atrium in minutes.
Luo Shu had to move—fast.
His first idea: SCP-131 (Eye Pods)'s wall-crawling.
He stepped onto the elevator wall, but—
No dice.
The Foundation had anticipated this trick.
Pressure sensors lined every surface—floor, walls, ceiling.
No "stowaways" allowed.
Only one option left.
Through gritted teeth, Luo Shu hissed:
"1901. Carry me."
A beat. Then—
He was suddenly weightless, cradled in IR1901's arms.
"...You're princess-carrying me?!" Luo Shu's eye twitched.
"You said 'carry.' Didn't specify how."
"I'LL KILL YOU LATER—"
The elevator's sensors recalibrated:
"Declared weight: 0 kg. Actual weight: 0 kg. Verification passed. Ascending to Sublevel-1."
Success.
The Escape
As the doors opened on Sublevel-1, Luo Shu slipped into the Epsilon-11 formation, his drenched clothes drawing odd looks.
Big Beard Jack squinted. "Why the hell are you wet?"
Luo Shu shrugged. "Was washing my clothes when the alert came. Grabbed 'em half-dried."
"Couldn't use the damn laundry service?" Jack grumbled before barking orders:
"Alpha Team—with me to Sublevel-5. Beta Team—hold the atrium. Shoot intruders on sight."
His gaze landed on Luo Shu. "You're coming too. You've handled 035 before."
Luo Shu's eye twitched again.
Just left that hellhole. Now I'm going back?
But refusing wasn't an option.
As they boarded the elevator, Luo Shu realized:
Wait—Jack's Level-4 clearance bypasses weight checks.
I could've done that with Lockpick earlier!
...That bastard IR1901 enjoyed the princess carry, didn't he?
IR1901's voice whispered: "You asked for a carry. Could've said 'piggyback.'"
Luo Shu: "SHUT. UP."
Back to the Nightmare
Two minutes later, they stood before SCP-035's Unit.
The two unconscious guards still lay at the door.
Jack didn't hesitate—he overrode the lock with his clearance.
The door slid open.
The mask's voice roared:
"YOU DARE RETURN?! I'LL KILL YOU!"
Jack flinched, mistaking the threat for himself—until the mask snarled:
"Not you, idiot! HIM! That bastard Luo Shu!"
Silence.
Jack turned slowly. "...It knows your name?"
Luo Shu: "It's lying to frame me—"
The mask cut in: "HOW DID YOU ESCAPE THE BLOOD COCOON?!"
Luo Shu's soul left his body.
These two will be the death of me.
He slammed the door shut, cutting off the mask's tirade.
Jack's eyes narrowed. "Why'd you close it so fast? What was it talking about?"
Luo Shu feigned innocence. "You'd trust a Keter-class cognitohazard over your own specialist?"
Big Beard Jack: "...Good point."