I’m In Charge of SCP

"Fog..." SCP-682 said slowly, "I seem to have. Indeed, I've seen that fog..."

Nice! Zhang Jue gave said secretly. His guess was indeed correct. The big lizard in the dream was SCP-682. The two worlds must be connected in some way!

Zhang Jue said, "Then do you still remember where we met? Do you remember me?"

SCP-682 closed its eyes again. Although, he was not hostile to Zhang Jue as he was to ordinary humans. After all, it was not Zhang Jue's pet and would not answer every word. Only when Zhang Jue spoke of something that interested it would it open its mouth.

"Hey, big guy. How about we make a deal?" Zhang Jue shouted.

SCP-682 still ignored him. Zhang Jue decided to throw out his killer move.

"Do you remember Shirley? It's that little girl. You met her once at Site-14."

As expected. Just as he finished speaking, SCP-682 snapped his head up.

"Where is she...?"

There it is. Zhang Jue rubbed his hands together, revealing an expression of excitement.

"I know where she is, and she's in a bit of a bad situation. I can tell you about her, but you have to answer my questions too. How about that? Sounds fair?"

Zhang Jue's expression was like a weird uncle who had just made a deal with a child.

SCP-682 looked at him for a long time before saying, "I won't accept a deal, but we can help each other..."

Heh. He's really desperate this time. He is probably the first person who can "help each other" SCP-682.

Zhang Jue chuckled. "Okay, but I made the deal, so I should be the one to ask first. Answer my question, where did you see the fog?"

Zhang Jue used a crook's logic to gain the opportunity to ask the first question.

SCP-682 slowly said, "The fog... was seen during one of the Foundation's termination attempts on me.... on exactly which one, I don't remember..."

....

After hearing SCP-682's answer, Zhang Jue simply wanted to hit the wall. The number of SCP-682's termination attempts and the length of their records are enough to write a novel. Especially after the Foundation used conventional weapons that did not work, they began to use the SCP objects to deal with SCP-682.

The history of SCP-682 termination attempts is the history of the Foundation's blood and tears. There is no shortage of some quite famous anomalous objects, such as SCP-173, SCP-096, etc. Although, all of them have caused harm to SCP-682. But it ends with the same result. It cannot kill SCP-682, only make it more powerful.

Despite all the records of SCP-682's termination attempts, It has given Zhang Jue a rough estimate. This was already considered quite good information.

Zhang Jue nodded. "In exchange, I'll tell you that Shirley is now in one of the Foundation's other sites. As for the exact location, I can't tell you, but it's not too far from here. Next is the second question, have you predicted my arrival, and is my coming here related to you?"

"Mortal..."

"Am I annoying?" SCP-682 was clearly not someone who was easily fooled. Zhang Jue's tricks didn't work on it at all.

It fell into silence once again.

"Fine." Zhang Jue shook his head, "She is now no more than 1,000 kilometers away from you in a straight line, and I can't tell you any more specific. Now you can tell me, have you seen me or not?"

"I haven't... but the smell of your body smells very familiar…."

Another ambiguous answer. Zhang Jue pressed his brain and had a bit of a headache. But he believed that SCP-682 would not lie to him. Compared to humans, SCP-682 was more trustworthy. SCP-682 answered another question, and reasonably, Zhang Jue should also say a little bit about Shirley's question in exchange.

He thought about it and said, "Shirley is currently in a deep coma..."

Just as he said this, SCP-682 stood up from the containment vessel all of a sudden.

"You said what?!" Its voice was low, and there was strong killing intent in it. It was as if it would break through the glass wall between the two in the next second and tear Zhang Jue to pieces.

"Aha, take it easy." Zhang Jue soothed SCP-682 with his movements, "Shirley is just in a coma, but I believe that she will wake up one day sooner or later."

In an instant, he remembered what Dr. Bright had said to him. Like SCP-239, it was best for Shirley to stay asleep, and it wasn't necessarily good for humanity if they woke up. Zhang Jue quickly reacted. No matter what, he wanted to wake Shirley up.

"Why did she... fall into a coma?"

This was the first time since the two had communicated, and SCP-682 had taken the initiative to ask a question, obviously very concerned about the issue.

"No, no, no!" Zhang Jue shook his finger, revealing a devious smile of scheming success, "It's my turn."

He wanted to ask a vital question that he had thought about before he met SCP-682, and now SCP-682's attitude was an indication of just how important the question was.

Zhang Jue looked at SCP-682 and whispered, "Hey, big lizard. Can you tell me, what is your relationship with Shirley, and why do you care about her so much?"

....

There was a long silence. For twenty whole minutes, SCP-682 hadn't said a word to him. No matter how much Zhang Jue tried to push him, SCP-682 refused to say a word. It even went back to the container where it was contained to show its dormant attitude.

Zhang Jue had to settle for the second information, "Okay, okay, I won't ask you that question, but you have to tell me one thing, okay? I've been teaching Shirley to be true to her heart, to be true to her word, and to believe in herself."

Zhang Jue broke his fingers and used words indiscriminately. I don't know if his action had an effect or because he brought up Shirley. SCP-682 reopened his eyes.

"In Site-14, there is a person who smells the same as you."

Its voice was still as low as ever. But Zhang Jue heard every word it said clearly. Just a few minutes ago, SCP-682 had just said to him that the smell of his body made it familiar. Now it was throwing out such a heavy bomb.

The smell of his own body. Zhang Jue looked at himself.

He crossed over this world. Could there be another traveler inside the tiny Site-14?

Another person from another world?

Whether or not that was what SCP-682 meant by taste, Zhang Jue wasn't sure. But according to normal logic, there was at least some resemblance to him in some way. If this person was an enemy, then the danger would be great.

Corroborating with both of Dr. Li's words. This person was most likely the one who had pushed him toward Shirley. It was part of the mysterious organization with the letters MRW on its arm. Everything seemed to become a closed-loop.

But the identity of the person is still vague. As long as the person was still active, he would definitely be able to catch his footsteps.

After thinking about it, Zhang Jue informed SCP-682 about the real situation of Shirley. Because he also wanted to hear what SCP-682 had to say.

"Shirley is currently having trouble with a force inside her body. I don't know what the final result will be… I know that she will overcome it. Big Lizard, do you know what that force is?"

SCP-682 did not answer.

Come on, playing dead again.

This time, Zhang Jue couldn't wait to run across the room and give SCP-682 a kick in the butt. The conversation was at a standstill. Zhang Jue had no more information of value to SCP-682.

No, he still had one last killer information.

Zhang Jue smiled. "Big guy, let's make one last deal. This time, I promised you something beneficial for you."