Eating, drinking, and other bodily needs are fundamental to human survival—even for anomalies like SCP-126.
Previously, IR1901 had relied on his MacDonald identity to handle these necessities.
But now that MacDonald was "dead", SCP-126 couldn't just stop eating—it would starve.
The problem? Timing.
If it were Luo Shu, he'd have endured hunger for a day or two until the heat died down.
(Then again, Luo Shu had "water from the stars" and infinite pizza—starvation wasn't a concern.)
But IR1901's sudden demand for food raised eyebrows.
Big Beard Jack's imagination ran wild: "I got it! The flying intruder's hiding with 126! She's getting food for him! Are they related? The same species?"
This guy's a walking headache.
Luo Shu had no choice but to flip the script: "Let's investigate SCP-126's unit. See for ourselves."
The solution was simple—have SCP-126 prove she was eating the food herself, debunking Jack's theory.
The Site Director agreed.
That evening, the trio delivered dinner to SCP-126's containment.
They watched as food vanished midair, accompanied by chewing sounds.
Case closed.
Jack, ever-persistent: "Hey 126, what's your weight? Eating this much—won't you get fat?"
IR1901 pitched his voice higher: "I'm naturally slim~"
Luo Shu nearly gagged.
MacDonald was a 200-pound slob. Unless that was a disguise…
…Never mind. I don't wanna know.
To be thorough, the Director ordered staff to monitor SCP-126's meals, ensuring no food was being smuggled.
A research team was also assigned to study why SCP-126 suddenly needed sustenance.
Regardless, Luo Shu had cleared SCP-126's name.
IR1901's New Life
For the next few days, IR1901—as SCP-126—adapted to life under observation.
Constant supervision.
Endless experiments.
But at least it wasn't solitary confinement.
(Better than going insane like the Possession Mask.)
The downside? IR1901 was grounded indefinitely—Luo Shu couldn't borrow sensory deprivation anymore.
Meanwhile, MacDonald's "car accident" was filed as routine.
The Director never connected it to SCP-126's sudden appetite.
(If he'd thought like Jack, he might've realized MacDonald and SCP-126 were the same person.)
But car crashes were common—thousands died daily worldwide.
And MacDonald's role (D-class procurement) wasn't critical enough to warrant scrutiny.
Only SCP-343 ("God") might've suspected—but the old man had vanished again, touring the globe instead of revisiting Site-19.
Without long-range mobility, Luo Shu couldn't chase him down yet.
As for the "flying intruder", Jack's search turned up nothing.
After weeks of dead ends, the case was archived as unsolved.
(Foundation sites had weirder unsolved mysteries anyway.)
The Waiter
With Luo Shu now directly liaising with the Chaos Insurgency's Beta-field commander (codenamed "Waiter"), Site-19 saw fewer breaches.
("Waiter"? Seriously?)
But Waiter rarely assigned missions—whether from distrust or disinterest, Luo Shu couldn't tell.
(Might as well not bother calling.)
March 2, 2021
After two weeks of boredom, Luo Shu was climbing the walls.
Finally, Site-19's lockdown eased:
The elevator bug was patched—no more "empty" rides.
The four staff from SCP-035's incident were cleared.
The "flying intruder" hunt was abandoned.
Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") resumed field ops.
Luo Shu volunteered immediately—even though he was technically on rotation break.
(Anything to escape that underground hellhole.)
Jack, thrilled to have his "lucky charm" back, agreed instantly.
As their convoy exited the underground garage, sunlight streamed through the windows.
Luo Shu inhaled deeply.
Freedom.