Foundation Angel, Containment Breach!

The voice of SCP-682 reached her, making Xiao Huasheng tremble all over.

"These are psychic tendrils, used to transmit memories. I'll send everything I know to you. Don't move."

The little tendrils slowly curled toward her.

Hearing that, she suppressed her disgust and let the little tendrils brush across her arm.

Along with the hydrochloric acid.

Sizzle.

White smoke rose from her clothes as they corroded away, exposing her tender forearm.

At the same time, the pink little tendrils dragged hydrochloric acid across the skin of her arm. Like boneless fingers, they were gentle yet forceful, as if they wanted to knead every inch of that delicate skin and devour it clean...

"Hey! Are you tricking me, you bastard?!" Xiao Huasheng immediately exploded.

She could not put up with this anymore.

If she kept enduring it, she would be the bastard!

Even Penguin Logistics had never been this outrageous!

Maybe she would have gotten excited watching Exusiai doujins in videos in her previous life.

But it was completely different when it happened to her.

She would break down!

"Human clothes obstruct memory transmission. They're troublesome."

That was SCP-682's answer.

"I'll take them off! Stop licking me!"

Xiao Huasheng shouted decisively, her face turning crimson.

In a few swift motions, she took off her upper clothes and sat cross-legged on SCP-682's tongue.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and even the tips of her ears burned.

Though she no longer had a gender, had nothing on her body, and no longer possessed those worldly desires.

Still...

"This is so weird."

She said it with immense embarrassment.

SCP-682 continued its work. Countless little tendrils efficiently extended from the fleshy walls, wrapping around Xiao Huasheng's arms like snakes.

Her pretty face was uncontrollably red.

The Angel who had once been so confident was nearly frightened unconscious by this dam-play routine.

Fortunately, SCP-682 had begun transmitting the memories.

That finally let her breathe a huge sigh of relief.

Her mind calmed considerably.

Memories flowed into her like a trickle.

The Foundation, the contained entities, memes, humanity...

The true face of this world gradually became clear before Xiao Huasheng.

So that was it.

I reckon this is a neck.

"Hmm... so that was how it was?"

The memories transferred quickly, but SCP-682's understanding of this organization was quite limited.

It only knew the barest surface details.

This mysterious organization clearly possessed many secrets unknown to others.

Still, that was only natural.

Otherwise, with SCP-682's terrifying evolutionary ability, if it fully grasped all the organization's methods, it would probably have broken out every day long ago.

The lack of information left Xiao Huasheng somewhat helpless.

It seemed she would have to figure things out herself for a while longer.

But at least she now knew where the exit was.

"Are you done? Stop lingering in my mouth."

Xiao Huasheng immediately snapped, "What do you mean, lingering in your mouth?! Is your mouth some precious place or something?"

After she said that, SCP-682 clicked its tongue. Then she immediately felt her surroundings squeezing inward.

"Ptooey."

Like spitting out a piece of chewing gum, SCP-682 directly spat Xiao Huasheng out.

Her legs flew high into the air first, then fell with a splat.

Covered in slime, she lay face-down in the pool of corrosive liquid, seeming somewhat preoccupied.

"Dead?"

SCP-682 poked Xiao Huasheng's back with a claw.

Xiao Huasheng sighed, feeling rather conflicted.

"If I'd known getting transported would mean being swallowed whole..."

As she spoke, a Victor SMG suddenly appeared in her hand.

Before she could finish, she shook the slime from her head and stood back up.

Her gaze grew increasingly helpless. "If I don't want to get contained to death for no reason, I should pull myself together."

SCP-682 snorted disdainfully.

"Since you've taken the 'payment,' get to work."

"I took your 'payment,' so you're the boss. You're right."

Xiao Huasheng perked up. Her fangs showed as a smile returned to her face.

She did not agree with the idea of simply accepting whatever came her way. That would make her seem empty-headed and incapable of careful thought.

Yet this world was so real that it filled her once lifeless existence with passion again.

She also felt that relaxing and having fun in this world might not be such a bad thing.

Then she grabbed one of SCP-682's scales and swung herself onto its back.

"What are you doing?!"

"Your stare limits my ability. I can't jump up onto such a high platform."

As she spoke, she pointed her gun at the five-meter-high platform.

Suppressing its discomfort, SCP-682 leaped onto it, then immediately flung Xiao Huasheng off.

After only acting smug for a moment, she ended up sprawled on the ground.

"Ow! Couldn't you be gentler?!"

SCP-682 turned its head away and ignored her.

Suddenly, its gaze was drawn to the Russian nesting doll on the ground. It stretched out a claw and began dismantling it...

Xiao Huasheng did not notice this.

She turned and fired a barrage from her SMG at the door, instantly blasting a large hole through it.

The path to freedom lay before them.

"Done. Let's get out of here."

"Mm..."

But SCP-682 was completely engrossed in dismantling the nesting doll, layer after layer, never tiring of it.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Xiao Huasheng was dumbfounded, staring at SCP-682 in confusion.

Though she felt she could escape alone, professional ethics demanded that she bring this "boss" with her.

After all, SCP-682 had genuinely given her information about this world.

"Hey?"

Xiao Huasheng rose onto her toes and tapped SCP-682's head with the Victor.

"Stop bothering me. I want to see what's inside." SCP-682 was utterly captivated.

What was going on?!

"If you keep this up, don't blame me for leaving you behind."

SCP-682 turned a deaf ear, its entire body seeming to transform into tendrils as it frantically dismantled the seemingly endless nesting doll.

Watching this, Xiao Huasheng's eye twitched.

"I'll save this job for next time. I'm leaving."

SCP-682 had successfully been held back by a Russian nesting doll that could not be fully opened.

She did not linger any longer and rushed out, leaving SCP-682 behind in its nesting-doll obsession.

In the monitoring room, the supervisor lifted his finger from the red button.

"That nesting doll actually worked? I thought we'd need a nuclear blast."

Secretary Ku Tang's eyes widened. She had thought the supervisor already knew.

"You didn't know?"

"I just said it casually."

Hearing that, Ku Tang silently added another mark against him.

The supervisor's confidence suddenly surged. With one powerful enemy gone, how could a mere Angel possibly escape this facility?!

A smile appeared on his face.

People were always like this—once they saw a glimmer of hope in despair, they became blindly optimistic.

"The radio. I want to tell everyone about this interesting development."

"I don't think it'll help much."

Secretary Ku Tang silently handed him the radio. She remained pessimistic about capturing the Angel.

In a dark room, the special forces commander held a pistol to his chin as he contemplated life.

Because of SCP-173's containment breach, he believed he had failed in his supervision and now only wanted to die.

Just as he considered whether to shoot from below or press the gun directly to his forehead, the radio before him suddenly sounded.

He temporarily lowered his pistol and picked up the radio.

"Commander, SCP-682 has been contained. You only need to focus on SCP-173."

They had subdued SCP-682 with zero casualties?!

How had they done it?!

Previously, even wiping out an entire special forces team had not necessarily been enough to contain that thing.

The commander could only sigh. "You really have to trust the Foundation's wisdom."

Then he rallied himself and resumed command.

The moment Xiao Huasheng rushed out of SCP-682's room, all kinds of heavy weapons opened fire at once!

Before her, they instantly formed a wall made of roaring metal.

"Quack!!"