Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The world's most secretive, the SCP Foundation is close at hand, and he is about to enter the organization that contains foreign objects. Now is not the time to think about it.

From the farthest point of sight, Rope can already clearly see the position of the sea.

Chapter [-] The Demon King on the Desert Island, an Unexpected Invitation

On the isolated island where the SCP Foundation branch is located, a very small number of soldiers have just received a new round of material shipments.

It may be the reason for the arrival of SCP-682. Most of the soldiers in the hidden military base on the island left their posts and went underground to assist researchers with security work. In all aspects, they would even risk their lives to prevent SCP-682 from never stopping. escape attempt.

This made the entire island instantly empty.

The small port where the goods were transported was responsible for guarding the two soldiers who entered the rest time. They sat on the high platform, holding the cigarettes that came from the goods in their hands, and relaxed themselves comfortably.

"To be honest, I don't really want to serve here at all."

One of the helmeted soldiers opened the chatter and spat out bitter water.

"Although the salary is no different from that in Europe, this place is too desolate, not to mention women, even this." He held up the cigarette in his hand, "You have to risk punishment to use 'steal'. "

"No one will come here on their own will."

Another soldier shrugged.

"But an order is an order, and you have nothing to do but accept it. Maybe think about it another way, we are all heroes who prevent the destruction of the world."

"Hero?" the helmeted soldier sneered.

"When the big lizard in the ground breaks free again, the first ones to die will be us "heroes".And worthless, you won't even be given a Medal of Honor. "

"How do you know it will break free again? I've been to the underground once, where I just looked at the protection level and broke into a cold sweat. I can't imagine what existence can escape from that kind of hell."

"It can only be said that your imagination is still too poor."

The soldier in the helmet sighed and threw the cigarette stick under his feet.

"My friend used to work in the shelter where the large lizard was originally, and he was also one of the people who escorted the monster this time. I asked him and he told me that the lizard suffered a It got a frontal nuclear strike, but it still came out with a black, burnt skeleton without much meat."

"……are you serious?"

"Unfortunately, my friend is the type that doesn't lie. Besides, if the shelter was fine, why did the lizards move to us?"

"..."

The companion fell silent, and the soldier in the helmet didn't say much.

He took out another cigarette from the cigarette case and stared at the sea boredly to pass the time.

Soon, as if seeing something, the soldier's expression gradually froze, and even the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.As if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, he rubbed his eyes.

- The reality has not changed.

From the blue sea in the distance, there is a handsome and tall black-haired young man riding the waves.

The sea water is like a god holding it, constantly forming new waves under the young man's feet, one step equals ten steps, and the black-haired young man has come to a place not far from the port in a blink of an eye.

The soldier's companion also saw the black-haired youth and asked in disbelief.

"Hey, then... definitely not human, right?"

"I do not know."

The voice of the soldier in the helmet trembled.He stood up, straightened his helmet, and quickly opened the safety of the automatic rifle in his hand.

"I just know we might be in trouble. By the way, do you have a manuscript for your last words?"

"……No."

"Ha, that's a shame, but I was ready—the night after the lizard landed."

He raised his rifle, aimed at the black-haired youth who had just stepped ashore, and shouted loudly.

"Stand on the spot and don't move! One step further and I'll shoot!"

"..."

Rope stopped.

He looked at the two nervous Foundation soldiers and laughed.

"If I were you, I wouldn't easily point a gun at an abnormal person's head. I didn't come for you. Given your courage, if nothing happened, I could consider saving your life."

Obviously the black-haired youth did not exude any visual impact, but the other soldier was so terrified that he couldn't even hold a gun.

—Like the natural oppression of the food chain.

"I think it's a good idea..." he murmured pale.

"Shut up! You greedy bastard!" The soldier in the helmet said viciously: "The Foundation's bullets and your gun do your part, you can only choose one of these two!"

The SCP's dangerous containments, he had heard of, and had seen with his own eyes.

Except for the man in front of him who seemed to understand human thinking and the way of talking, the others were no different from those dangerous SCP containment items, and they were all suffocating and cold.

Therefore, the soldier wearing the helmet also knew that he might not survive.

But before that, it didn't prevent him from firing all the bullets in the gun - even if it was likely to have no effect.

Seeing that the soldiers answered and rejected his suggestion with action, Ropey shook his head, gathered a small water polo on his right hand and continued to walk forward.