Dopaenth

Luo Shu, an avid enthusiast of anomalous phenomena, found himself transported into a world where the anomalies were all too real—but his luck ran out when he was condemned as a death row inmate, forcibly conscripted as expendable labor.

From that moment on, the Anomalous Containment Facility gained a new D-Class personnel: one unnervingly adept at containment. And with him, the world began to change...

This is a brand-new timeline. These are real anomalies.

Here lies the original SCP-173, the blood-drenched bride SCP-231-7, the shadowy O5 Council, the relentless Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), the insurgent Chaos Insurgency, the looming XK-Class End-of-the-World Scenario, the reality-anchoring Stabilization Anchors, and the enigmatic SCP-2000 ("Mechanicus Deus Ex Machina")...

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SCP: Class-D Containment Specialist

After the "Stubborn Six" incident, Loshu had hoped for a few peaceful days at Site-19. But the quiet didn't last. The familiar voice crackled over the intercom:

"All Nine-Tailed Fox personnel—report to the assembly yard immediately."

This time, Commander Jack had gathered mostly Internal Security, Containment Unit, and Logistics teams, leaving only External Ops on standby. His expression was grim.

"Emergency alert. SCP-101 has been stolen."

That gluttonous "Mimic Bag"—a living, shapeshifting container that devoured anything placed inside it. Unlike its fantasy counterpart, this one never gave anything back.

(Who the hell would steal a sentient trash compactor?)

Jack continued, "The last confirmed sighting was during the recent breach. It was secure in its fireproof document case. But today, during SCP-035's container rotation..."

The "Mask of Possession"—a Keter-class artifact that corroded everything it touched.

(Why is a Keter here? Because of 101? That's like building a nuclear waste facility next to a landfill!)

Loshu hadn't seen any Keter-sector signs outside SCP-055's containment.

(Where are they hiding 035?)

Find the Mimic Bag.

Jack's voice cut through his thoughts. "101 eats everything—including people. No ordinary thief could move it. So it's still inside Site-19."

Loshu nodded. "The earthquake disrupted surveillance. It could've been taken then."

(Or someone used an antimemetic effect. Like me.)

The Mimic Bag's appearance shifted based on human desire—a wallet, a handbag, even a candy pouch.

(Trained guards wouldn't fall for it... unless their perceptions were compromised.)

Jack assigned teams to search floor by floor, pairing armed escorts with specialists.

"Loshu—you're with me."

(Trusts my skills but not my loyalty. Classic.)

The Corroding Mask

At SCP-101's containment unit (Level-4), two hazmat-suited guards stood frozen, holding a bubbling glass case.

Inside, SCP-035's mask oozed translucent slime, eating through 10cm-thick reinforced glass like acid.

(This is why 035 is here. Its secretions dissolve everything except 101's stomach.)

The guards panicked. "Sir! We need 101—now!"

Loshu smirked. "You've been standing here holding that? Just get another container!"

The guards blinked, then bolted for replacements.

(Good call. Panic makes idiots of us all.)

SCP-101's cell was standard: reinforced concrete, dual airlocks, motion sensors.

At its center sat an open, empty fireproof case.

His Discoverer of Anomalies milestone flared.

(An anomaly within 5 meters.)

No visible threats.

A faint rustling.

From inside the case.

Loshu crouched, peering at the case's interior.

(Nothing there. But the anomaly sense is pinging like crazy.)

His fingers brushed something cold and leathery.

The Missing 101