SCP Steve, containment breach

The abrupt switch of vision caused Dr. Caya to fall into a momentary distraction, and then a muffled voice came from beneath her.

"Chin, little old girl, can you move away from me? "

Steve felt a heart-piercing pain again, and Y looked at the buff bar, to the good guys, it was another poisoned buff.

Dr. Caya woke up from a dream, hurriedly got up from Steve, patted his mud-stained casual shirt, and quickly apologized

"I'm very sorry, I bumped into you, this is my business card, if you have any injuries, when everything is over, you can come to my house with this business card, and I will compensate you for your medical expenses...... Uh......

".

Dr. Caya was halfway through her sentence when she watched as a rectangular hand reached over and took her business card from her hand as she drank milk.

What kind of hand would be rectangular?

Blocks, dolls, and containment.

So what is it that has rectangular hands, but can still speak freely?

The answer is that the containment —— can't be a creator god who is bored enough to open and throw away all the plates of Newton's coffin.

In less than a second, Dr. Caya instinctively distanced himself from Steve, pulled out the pistol that had left a bump mark on his waist, opened the safe, loaded it, and aimed it at Steve.

"Who are you, who did you get here?" Dr. Caya roared.

She

couldn't help but be unvigilant, and in the midst of countless cycles of death, Dr. Cava had already picked up a little bit of the temperament of the reality bender who caused this tragedy, and if nothing else, he was obviously a criminal genius with a lot of bad tastes and mostly autistic tendencies.

If he does not have autistic tendencies, or has not experienced autism, then he will not think about the physical and mental stress of locking people in a closed space where they cannot communicate with the outside world.

If he didn't have that disgusting taste, he wouldn't just be locking people up in the court, like a guinea pig in a cage, just silently observing, teasing from God's point of view, and not doing anything.

If he weren't a genius of crime...

Hehe, it's impossible, every reality bender is a criminal genius, whether they realize it or not.

And the cube creature in front of you obviously has all of the above characteristics.

He enclosed himself in this cave, which was only about two meters high and meters wide, and let himself fall in when he was about to face him, but instead of killing her, he let her watch the human tragedy he had created in her powerlessness.

Autistic criminal genius with bad taste, I found you!

Admit it, who else but you would be so qualified?

Under Caya's gaze, Steve didn't know where to find a shield in front of him, and raised his hand and said:

"Don't shoot, if you have something to say, I'm a Foundation employee. "

Well, that's a good point, you actually know the Foundation,

and you know so well the fact that the original Foundation's employees are also perfectly eligible for appeal, it's really not to be underestimated!

But you can't convince me unless you show evidence that you, as a dignified Foundation employee, infiltrated the reality bender realm by not a bomb breach, and then "SCP Foundation, openthedoor!!" Instead, in a humiliating way of digging tunnels!

Does this also deserve to be called infiltration?

"I'm sorry, I apologize, I'll bring a dozen of TNT next time to blow up the door, or if you wait here first, I'll ask Ender to stuff a dozen TNT into the ender chest to meet your demands?"

Steve suggested very sincerely.

At this moment, Dr. Caya's mobile phone, which had been in a state of no signal, suddenly had a signal.

Christina, who had been dialing Dr. Caya's cell phone using the Foundation's emergency contact number, immediately pressed the amplification button, turned the microphone to the maximum sound, and took a deep breath

"Caya, let's talk and fart later, he's indeed a temporary employee of the Foundation, trust him, cooperate with him, find out the location of the reality bender, understand?!".

Hearing the familiar voice of his boss, Dr. Caya was stunned for a moment, and a complicated expression immediately appeared on his face.

She listened to Christina's gushing life on the phone while looking at Steve in front of her with a sad expression

Oh my God, is the Foundation going to die?

Why are even block people starting to hire.

"He's a new SCP, well-intentioned, and even that old stubborn guy in Ghana has been 'influenced' by him!".

What the? SCP? Even Dr. Garner was taken down

I

understand, I will cooperate with the organization and carry out the work in earnest!

Dr. Caya put down her phone and bowed solemnly to Steve

"Thank you for the rescue, SCP, my name is Caya Foundation Intermediate Researcher. "

Steve moved his arm, which was a little stiff by Tarzan's pressure, and after a 3600-degree shake of the windmill in a row, he smiled and stretched out his hand:

"It's okay, I'm supposed to do it, and besides, my name is Steve, help each other and survive together. "

Dr. Caya opened his mouth in surprise.

Do we survive together?

Yes, that's the case now.

Reality benders attack, the whole stadium has become a hell on earth, and human and animal nature are constantly clashing, in such a place, to survive together, it is worthy of the greatest encouragement and blessing, right?

Caya doesn't hate such pragmatic statements, but instead she has a liking for Steve's ability to view reality benders so objectively without being arrogant just because she's an SCP containment.

After reaching out and squeezing Steve's big square hand tightly, Dr. Caya said seriously

"Now, I'm going to sort out the inside of the stadium for you, which will help us work together for a while. "

Steve suddenly raised his hand, and he turned around, and the cube in his hand kept changing, eventually turning into a dark purple rock.

After filling the dug up basketball court with obsidian, Steve turned his head to look at Caya and gave a confident thumbs up

"Dig three and fill one, we're safe, you start talking. "

Steve is very confident, after all, he doesn't have an oxygen restriction mod in this world,—— can other god mods manage me?