Hello, I am a toaster.
I have to introduce myself this way to avoid confusion.
Technically, I am an ordinary toaster, and I can also bake bread normally after the electricity is turned on. However, when humans refer to me, they will subconsciously refer to me in the first person.
Although the Foundation has exhausted all available means, they have yet to find a way to describe or write my characteristics in the third person.
After being exposed to my influence for about two months, individuals affected by my influence will begin to think that they are a toaster. Unless they are stopped by an external force … these individuals will eventually harm themselves by trying to imitate my abilities.
I was found in the home of a family that had already lost three members by that time.
Originally, I had been given to the dead couple as a wedding present; there was no card or identification left in my gift box.
About two months after the family received my letter, the firemen rushed to the scene due to a fire in the electrical circuit and found … the mistress had died of electrocution after trying to swallow an entire electrical socket. Her mother-in-law had swallowed nearly 10 kilograms of bread before her stomach burst and died of internal bleeding. Her husband had died of blood loss after trying to [beep] with me.
The only survivor of the family was the severely malnourished old man [DATA-MASKED]. He claimed that he had stuck some bread in his mouth a week ago and was still waiting for them to pop out when they were done.
Later, when the police investigated the scene, they noticed my unusual ability. Thus, I was taken back by the Foundation. All the affected officers were subjected to C-level brainwashing.
Later, I was brought back to the facility by the Foundation, where I was subjected to many experiments and studies. Finally, I was placed in a sealed room without any surveillance equipment or windows.
On the door to my room, there must be a label that has nothing to do with my appearance or characteristics. Only personnel of level 3 and above are allowed to know of my existence and some of my characteristics.
Personnel who have come into contact with me must be rotated monthly to avoid being affected by me. After confirming that they are not affected, they can be reassigned to take care of me after at least four months of rotation.
Anyone who has been affected by me must undergo C-level brainwashing and be transferred to another facility.
So … Finally, let me emphasize one more time …
Me, it's a toaster.
Today, as usual, I stayed quietly in my room.
I've been abandoned here for many years, and my status has been downgraded from Euclid to Safe. Although the research on me hasn't made much progress, ever since the Chaos Insurgency was wiped out, the foundation seems to have lost its vigilance toward projects like mine.
Speaking of which, SCP-884 had to be mentioned. The spy war surrounding this project was probably the most farsighted and effective plan the Splitters had ever carried out …
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[Item Code: SCP-884]
[Project Grade: Euclid]
[Special Containment Procedures: Due to the incident that occurred on January 11, Year 20 [DATA MASKED], all contact with SCP-884-4 is prohibited. All requests to inspect or test SCP-884-4 are to be submitted directly to O5- [DATA MASKED] for approval. SCP-884-4 is to be stored in the deep storage area of [DATA MASKED] Facility.]
[Description: SCP-884-4 is a shaving mirror for men. It is made of glass and ivory. The year of its manufacture is estimated to be around 1914. This item was originally part of a set of male grooming tools, but the other parts of the set were lost in experiments and theft at the beginning of this century. (Famous examples include SCP-884-2, also known as' Razor ', which was stolen by the Chaos Insurgency when they broke away from the foundation. SCP-884-6, also known as' Comb ', was invalidated after the accident in SCP-884-6-4172. For information on other SCP-884 accessories, please refer to [DATA MASKED].)
SCP-884-4 has a mild hallucinogenic effect. Experimental subjects who use this project to shave will have the illusion that their hair hasn't decreased. After that, they will continuously attempt to shave the areas of their face that have been shaved clean.
This hallucination often causes the experimental subjects to become anxious. In one experiment, it even caused the experimental subject to accidentally sever his carotid artery.]
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In fact, based on the project's information, SCP-884 was not a particularly dangerous project. It could be categorized as Safe. However … it had a hidden characteristic, and the information related to this characteristic … was deleted from the foundation's database by a member of the Chaos Insurgency.
This characteristic … was that after four to seven years of exposure to SCP-884-4, the affected subjects would start to have a regular sense of 'doubt'. This symptom was initially difficult to detect until the affected subjects showed behaviors such as' constantly checking the reports and experiment results', 'going back and forth to check whether the door was locked or not'. The early symptoms were no different from mild obsessive-compulsive disorder.
In the following two to six years, the effect would worsen and gradually evolve into an extreme difficulty in making choices.
In the end, the affected subjects would not even be able to make the simplest and most insignificant choice, until they completely lost the ability to make decisions.
Many years ago, the Chaos Splitter had used this characteristic of SCP-884 to launch a very clever psychological warfare …
They deliberately took away the information related to the 'long-term symptoms', then continued to show a strong desire for SCP-884-4. In one operation, they were even willing to sacrifice more than twenty members to snatch it. In this way … the foundation naturally spared no effort to investigate and contact this project. Because of this … the number of people in the organization who were affected by this project increased.
Many of these people eventually completely lost their ability to make decisions, and many of them unfortunately died in the future. The cause of their deaths was related to 'being unable to make a decision at a critical moment'.
Of course, this conspiracy was eventually uncovered after a certain undercover agent returned with crucial information.
The mastermind of the entire project was undoubtedly Dr. Sorts, who defected with the information. After all, it was a meme scientist who came up with a plan … It was indeed a good plan.
Well, after saying so much, I just want to tell everyone … in this era, there are no longer any external enemies that can confront or threaten the foundation. After some major events controlled by the foundation behind the scenes, the world has changed according to their will. This has allowed them to obtain an inexhaustible supply of D-class personnel. Moreover, the organization has also found a way to duplicate loyal agents, and there are countless agents like D19.
Therefore, projects like mine, which had the ability to influence people's minds, could cause an irreversible cognitive crisis, and could be used to deal with the Foundation … In this era, it was regarded as a low-level threat. Almost without exception, it was classified as "Safe."
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Chua … Chua … Chua …
Accompanied by the strange sound of combat energy tearing through metal, the wall of the containment room was' sliced 'open by someone's bare hands.
Since I don't have the ability to move on my own, and I'm not an active project that requires special materials to suppress, my containment room is very ordinary. There are no specially made or reinforced external walls, and there are no automatic defense or self-detonation devices.
When Feng Bujue used [Flying Dragon Fist of the Southern Dipper] to break open the wall and rushed into the room, the sound of laser guns firing could be heard from the corridor behind him.
The assault troops were using pulse weapons, and they were the kind that could accurately track the heat source. They didn't need to be good at marksmanship. They just needed to aim and they would be able to hit the target. Plus, they didn't have to worry about accidentally injuring their own people.
So, in the three seconds before Brother Jue broke through the wall, almost all of the assault troops opened fire without hesitation. The laser guns in their hands were like electric sparks in an electrostatic ball, and they hit Feng Bujue's back.
Fortunately … Feng Bujue was in a state where all his equipment and skills were activated. His defense … was very high. Just the [Harsh Armor of 1720] (He had found a few more fragments during this period of time, increasing it from 1320) and the [I _ wanna _ be _ a _ belt] (After the battle with Infinite, the upper limit of this thing's defense had been greatly increased), these two pieces of equipment were enough to help him absorb most of the damage.
Brother Jue wasn't even afraid of touching the high-voltage electrical wires. For this kind of laser gun barrage that lasted less than two seconds … Brother Jue could easily withstand it.
"Hmm … This is the first time I've seen myself." After tearing through the wall, Feng Bujue rolled on the ground and stopped right beside me. He looked at me and said in his heart, "In the future, I won't rust or lose my characteristics at all?"
[No, but that doesn't matter,] the system replied. [I let you rush in because the containment room of SCP-426 didn't have reinforced walls, and there were no emergency defensive measures. Now, you just need to break through the wall on the other side, then turn left, walk straight for fifty meters, and you will find an elevator.]
"Speaking of which …" Feng Bujue rushed to the other side of the wall, and thought to himself, "You can actually describe me in the third person?"
[I, of course, can.] This sentence from the system was quite convincing.
Chirp chirp chirp chirp — —
Just as Feng Bujue passed over my head, a few of the assault troops had already started their second round of shooting through the gap in the wall.
Brother Jue could withstand the combined attacks of dozens of guns, so he could naturally withstand these few guns as well …
Two seconds later, he endured the pressure from the pulse attacks on his back, and came to the wall on the other side of the room. He spread out his arms, pressed his palms against the wall, and shouted softly.
In an instant, there was a flash of white light, and … an entire rectangular area (about three meters tall and two meters wide) on the wall suddenly disappeared.
In the next second, a tall humanoid mechanical creation appeared in that position.
This robot was the legendary [Courage Robot Model 3000], one of the four creations Feng Bujue could create with [Mecatorc's Power].
This skill was a combination skill of machinery and summoning. It had a cooldown of one hour, and it consumed "13 Stamina Points" and "a pile of metal objects larger than one cubic meter", or … "at least one cubic meter of metal" to activate.
According to the skill's description, [Mecatorc's Power] should generate random things, such as [Repair Robot], [Pygmy Poultryizer], [Navigation Chicken], and [Courage Robot Model 3000]. However, Brother Jue could use [Zero Time Difference Calculation] to turn "random" into "controllable".
At this time, he summoned the Courage Boosting Robot. It could be said that he was killing two birds with one stone.
On one hand, the act of summoning the robot could consume the metal on the wall in front of him, and instantly open up a path. On the other hand, the Courage Robot, which was huge, majestic, and had extremely high defense, could help Feng Bujue block all the pursuers in this room.
"Block the entrance, don't let them come." Just as the commandos were stunned by the appearance of the Courage Robot, Feng Bujue had already dashed out from the gap in the wall, and used his mind to give the robot an order.
Since the summoned creature's attack power was zero, Feng Bujue only needed to give the command to "defend to the death", and he could leave in peace. He did not have to worry about the Courage Robot destroying the commandos and causing them to call for backup.
"Where? How do I get there? How do I do it? " After rushing to the corridor on the other side of the room, Feng Bujue followed the system's instructions and turned left. He then started running, and asked in his mind as he ran.
"The elevator in front is on this floor. After you enter, directly destroy the bottom of the elevator and descend to the second floor. Go through the connecting corridor and return to the right half of the area."
When it said this, Feng Bujue had already arrived at the door of the elevator, and used Dr. Cox's right index finger to press the elevator button.
However, this time … there was no "ding", and the door did not open.
"They have locked the doctor's access, her fingerprints …"
Before the system could finish its sentence, Brother Jue had already thrown away his bloody right hand, and began to use brute force to break open the door …
Clang — crack crack —
It was only eighty kilograms of pressure, it was nothing.
In the blink of an eye, the elevator door was broken open by Feng Bujue. Then, he stepped forward, leaped, rotated, and fell rapidly … At the same time, he channeled the power of Rankyaku to the tip of his foot and released it.
His series of movements were as smooth as flowing water, and he released a "Lightning Venomous Dragon Drill" …
"It is recommended that you use a Life Points Recovery Potion." The system did not waste any time, and skipped over the content that was unnecessary, and reminded him. "The defense system of the connecting corridor has been activated."
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