Chapter 213

"As far as I know, you have already made the little monster leave the facility."

Dr. Clef seemed to be repeating the previous content, but what he said was obviously more fluent.

This might be the benefit of having a draft beforehand.

"Except for one very interesting fact."

"Have you ever wondered why women instinctively shrink from me, Konny?"

"Have you ever wondered why I can enter 91's fence and let her out, or why 166 gets along so well with me?"

"Have you ever wondered why I never talk about 105?"

A series of rhetorical questions successfully confused many people.

He mentioned three anomalies:

"Anomaly-091-ARC", "Anomaly-105", and "Anomaly-166".

Among these three, except for "Anomaly-105" which never appeared.

The others were already known to the audience.

By their identities, and their relationship with Dr. Clef, it was speculated.

"Anomaly-105" is probably also "her".

And has an unclear relationship with Dr. Clef.

March 7th knelt on the bed, her chest and sheets sticking together, stretching like a cat.

"Sigh, what a sinful man."

"March" nodded, expressing approval.

Even if this is related to Dr. Clef's special features, being able to have strange relationships with so many anomalies also shows that he has quite powerful talent.

As for whether "Anomaly-091-ARC" will also give birth to an anomaly for Dr. Clef.

Just looking at her file, it shouldn't be possible.

Thinking this way, the two looked at Bai Bai Xuan in unison.

What about another sinful man.

……

Dr. Clef became more and more excited.

Although his face was still blurred and covered by the brim of his hat, the three-colored eyes were exceptionally clear in the shadows.

Paired with a big mouth that was laughing, it was somewhat manic.

"If you knew who I was, you would understand."

"But, if you bastard knew who I was, I would be another specimen in your collection. Another number recorded, stored, and contained."

——A reality bender, and one who can resist attacks from other reality benders.

Because of this, he stood here, going to execute "Anomaly-239".

"Because that's what you're going to do, right?"

"You record, store, and contain, and observe and observe and observe. Never act. Never make a move. Never seize the initiative."

"Even when death stares you in the face."

"But I can act, Konny. I can act at any time."

"That's why your stupid little games can't stop me. Why your stupid little butterflies and illusions and meeting skills are never enough. Because Gautama is wrong. Not everything is an illusion, not all illusions are indistinguishable from reality."

Dr. Clef moved the muscles in his shoulder and neck, squinting his eyes.

Like a hunter, locking onto prey.

Exuding a dangerous aura.

"For example, when I release the contained wood element spirit?"

"Oh, of course—"

"The entire factory will enter a biohazard lockdown state, no one can get out."

"So the little monster will be trapped here with me. I will never allow you traitors to take her to the outside world to destroy us all. Maybe you think this is what I'm going to do."

"Here's a little tip, buddy. That's not the case."

"No one has ever seen what 091 looks like when she blooms or bears fruit."

"I will let you see it."

Dr. Clef finished speaking, shrugged, and returned to calm.

As if it wasn't him who attacked Site-17, and it wasn't him who was emotionally agitated.

……

"Astral Express", observation carriage.

Welt Yang frowned—he keenly grasped a word.

"Bloom?"

For plants, "blooming" is a quite important stage in their life cycle, the maturity of old life, and the preparation before new life begins.

And in literature, this imagery usually represents growth, transformation...

But if the object is an anomaly...

Or an extremely dangerous anomaly—as long as someone comes into contact with it, the contact person must be purified.

Such a dangerous anomaly, once it blooms, will it really bring beauty?

The possibility is infinitely close to zero.

Some terrifying scenes flashed through Welt Yang's mind.

They are related to some horror movies.

For example, spreading spores, for example, parasitism.

……

Dr. Clef's voice fell.

Time came to—

7: 5.

Facing the lens, Dr. Clef opened his arms and gently hugged "Anomaly-091-ARC" into his arms.

This should have been a beautiful scene, after all, the two had conducted deep exchanges, fully exchanged opinions, and reached a consensus.

But, the screen in the screen was terrifying and thrilling.

At the moment of hugging.

The part where Dr. Clef and "Anomaly-091-ARC" touched turned green.

This is not simple dyeing, and Dr. Clef doesn't want to be the Hulk.

This is an infection.

A terrifying infection.

Green alienation eroded normal flesh and blood, spreading excessively fast, but did not make the victim feel pain.

The speed of infection was too fast, impatient to turn Clef into a member of a non-human race.

So much so that more than 90% of the latter was replaced by plant fibers.

Immediately after, his limbs drew out branches, leaves, and flower buds.

These chilling tissues.

Using Dr. Clef's flesh and bones as soil, and his life as nutrients, growing vigorously.

Not long after, his hands, arms, legs, and feet were full of them.

Branches and leaves pierced the fabric of his clothes, propped up his lab coat, and sought artificial light.

"Pat—"

A slight sound, indicating "blooming".

This sound connected into a piece, echoing in the empty corridor.

And on Dr. Clef's body.

Flowers bloomed one after another, the purest white, extremely pure, with an alluring fragrance.

Terrifying.

This probably won't be cornering at high speed anymore... the previous chapter has been adjusted for several versions, until this chapter is updated, the audit hasn't released the previous chapter, might have to wait a bit.

Until Dr. Clef was shrouded in flowers, the sound of that terrifying blooming still lingered in the audience's ears.

"Pat—"

"Pat—"

"Pa… t…"

Regardless of race or age, all viewers were shocked by this scene.

An indescribable chill erupted from the depths of their consciousness and genes.

It seemed as if the viewers themselves were being parasitized by this plant, blooming with flowers.

"Mother-clucker, I feel itchy all over right now; I'm not going to turn into a vegetable, am I?"

"Dr. Clef is truly ruthless; to achieve his goal, he didn't hesitate to come into contact with SCP-091-ARC……"

"No wonder the Foundation purges every employee who comes into contact with SCP-091-ARC; who the hell could stand this situation?!"

On the Astral Express, conductor Pom-Pom looked at the digestion on Dr. Clef's body, and the whole rabbit felt something was wrong.

"So scary…"

It hugged its ears and hid behind the wall, having no intention of continuing to watch for the time being.

……

7: 6.

【The infection is now spreading to 90% of Dr. Clef's body.】

7: 8.

【Flowers are seen growing from Dr. Clef's limbs.】

The corridor was very quiet, with white ceilings and walls, and dark brown floors, twisting into indescribable geometric shapes.

Acute angles, obtuse angles, right angles, straight lines, curves, and all sorts of messy things were twisted together.

More meaningless than the messy drawings scribbled by a toddler.

Without a doubt, this was the masterpiece of SCP-408.

Dr. Clef was blooming with flowers all over his body, his three eyes filled with amusement, and his Cheshire Cat-like mouth grinning wide.

There was no sound of shattering glass.

Yet the strange scene in the corridor collapsed with a bang.

First, a sense of disharmony appeared, followed by the colors changing irregularly, and finally, the entire picture returned to normal, exposing swarms of SCP-408.

On the corridor, dense swarms of butterflies were crawling.

More spectacular than a butterfly valley.

7: 9.

【The flowers began to emit an unknown pheromone.】

7: 3.

【The local population of SCP-408 began to lose cohesion.】

……

Scene transition.

Other Foundation sites were also in a mess at this time.

"Containment breach," it's not that it doesn't happen often, but for official Foundation staff, it's considered a daily occurrence.

But a "containment breach" combined with losing contact with the entire site.

When these two are superimposed, it could be the prelude to a disaster.

Eerily, the Foundation had yet to discover any SCP leakage at Site-17, nor had they found any significant changes in the Hume levels there.

The only anomaly was—Dr. Clef had privately mobilized a helicopter and gone there.

In a certain office, everyone was anxiously busy, trying to establish contact with Site-17.

"……Still no news?"

A researcher in a white coat pushed the door open and walked to the console.

"Listen for yourself."

The operator took off the headset, turned on the speaker, and added a sentence after a few seconds.

"From the first moment the alarm went out until now, we haven't received any communication from Site-17… this is not a good sign."

The office quieted down, and several men stared at the speaker and communication equipment, their expressions very solemn.

The operator looked left and right, refocusing his gaze on the equipment.

Many people stood by waiting, and then there was only a long silence.

"Is the speaker not plugged into power?"

A supervisor raised his hand, signaling the doctor who spoke to be quiet.

The operator turned the knob, debugging it.

A crackling sound of current came from the speaker.

A few seconds later, a miracle happened.

"Crackle… 々｀ …"

"Crackle…… need supp… SCP-091-ARC containment brea……"

The operator was startled; the voice coming from the speaker was Dr. Kondraki's, although the voice sounded intermittent and weak.

But as long as he was alive, it was fine.

The operator glanced at the supervisor, who nodded, signaling the operator to continue.

"Kondraki, is that you?"

"What the hell is happening down there? They're talking about a full lockdown!"

The remaining personnel bit their lips, staring at the speaker, urgently wanting to know the current situation.

"Doc… very aggressive… warn COG… send support……"

The white noise was still severe, and Dr. Kondraki's weak voice came from the speaker.

"Dr. Gears?"

The operator's brain was running at overload, speculating which doctor the other party was referring to.

Dr. Gears, also one of the four doctors of the apocalypse, was the most suitable doctor to take over and control the overall situation.

"I just got a report saying he and Kain are on their way there, don't worry."

"Ha……"

Painful gasps came from the speaker.

"Doctor? Doctor?"

The operator was terrified, clutching the microphone in his hand, almost wanting to run along the wire to Site-17 to confirm Dr. Kondraki's condition.

But unfortunately, he wasn't an electromagnetic life form, nor did he have such superpowers.

He could only wait in the distance, waiting for Dr. Kondraki to continue speaking.

"……everything is… wrong……"

"Doctor?! Doctor?!"

Amidst the operator's shouts, the screen dimmed.

Timestamp updated—

7: 6.

【The entire SCP-408 swarm is currently in chaos.】

As the subtitles faded, Dr. Clef's voice sounded again.

"Sweetheart~ do I look good now?"

Dr. Clef raised his head, seeing his reflection from the uneven surface of the lampshade.

Green all over, wrapped in flowers, like a walking flowerbed.

Or rather, a corpse covered in flowers.

Too weird.

SCP-091-ARC didn't speak; after all, it was just a tree.

"Thanks for your help, sweetheart~"

"However, could I trouble you for one more favor?"

Saying this, Dr. Clef raised his hand and flicked the little white flower.