[Comprehensive Yingmei] Really nothing happened

White lights, cold gray walls, endless corridors.

Ye Mengjiade looked down at himself, he was wearing a light gray uniform belonging to the SCP Foundation.

She looked at both sides of the corridor, but found that there was no door, only the corridor continued to extend forward; and looked behind her, there was only one wall.

Does it mean to let her keep moving forward?

Yermungandr's eyebrows moved almost invisibly, and he walked forward slowly with his hands folded in front of his chest.

The lights suddenly flickered strangely.Yemengard noticed that the appearance on both sides of the corridor changed in an instant.She saw many glass panels appear on either side, and through each pane she could see a group of people conducting a... "scientific" experiment?Some of the experiments looked pretty rigorous and sophisticated, and some of the experiments... let's just say, those people were dressed casually, more like a party than an experiment.Behind some panels, the experimenters were not humans but dinosaurs in white coats and glasses, and the one that was tied to the experimental table seemed to be a fern.

Yemengard's eyes scanned the panels calmly, and the pace under his feet did not speed up or slow down.

As she walked down the corridor, the contents displayed behind the glass panels became more and more bizarre.Some of them are no longer experiments, but some strange religious rituals—yes, a bit like what the group of fanatics in Jormungandr used to do.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Yemengard came to the end of the corridor.There was a huge, cold metal door.Just as she was about to raise her hand, she heard the deafening sound of glass shattering from behind, followed by bursts of indescribable sounds, like the explosion caused by the failure of the experiment, the injury or even death of the experimenters Howls, and some indescribable roars mixed together, a terrifying sound.If it is described in human language, it sounds like the screams of demons at the end of hell mocking humans, but if it is spoken by Jormungandr, it sounds a little bit like Azathoth (Azathoth) dancers played music for it.

A strange and disgusting smell entered her nostrils. It should be produced by the mixture of blood and various chemical reagents. It was extremely unbearable.

Yemengard didn't knock on the door or turn around, just stood there quietly.

After a while (should only be a while), the color of the walls around Jormungandr dimmed, and the sounds and smells became indistinct.Soon, everything falls apart, and then... only a dark void of nothing remains.

……

Yemengard opened her eyes and raised her hand to glance at the luminous watch on her wrist. It was less than an hour since she lay down.

She has calculated how her human body sleeps, and in more than 20 years she has never entered REM sleep, let alone dreamed.

Coupled with the residual energy in the room she felt when she woke up... It didn't take much effort to draw a conclusion that this dream was a good thing that "it" did.

In order to hide those places in himself that are completely different from ordinary people, Jormungandr used some knowledge from the world of the Old Ones—well, it is more like a spell, but the requirement for using it is that it must be constructed. A relatively complete personality also has a life experience.

Yermungandr's first time as a human has been almost completely forgotten by her, and most of the later time exists as the old master, and the only time she is in the world of the SCP Foundation is eligible It's time.

It is impossible for this world to have no organizations that investigate those supernatural phenomena, but they are not as popular as the SCP Foundation and GOC.That memory memory can be used with a little modification.

So far it seems to be working well - you see, that "it" was also tricked into thinking she was a researcher from some weird organization (isn't it?), and then created a dream about it, trying to stir her up of fear.

...But how can she have such a thing?

It is precisely because she has no fear and has no way to provide food for "it" (fear is food), so there is no way to replenish energy, and the dream cannot continue.

Obviously, "it" has more than one goal tonight, and besides her, the progress in other places is very pleasing, otherwise that guy would definitely not give up so easily.

After analyzing it for a while, Ye Mengjiad turned over and didn't think about who was so unlucky to be targeted by "it", and closed his eyes again.

……

William Dunblow held the photo album and looked ahead with a pale face.

His brother died early, but fortunately their parents were very fond of photography and left George with many photos.

For a long time after George's death, William always felt that he hadn't left.Yes, not leaving, not not dying.

When he is sitting on the sofa reading a book, he will feel that George is beside him, reading the words on the book with him.But when he turned his head, all he saw was a cloud of air.

This feeling lingered in his heart for a long time, and gradually, it was not just a feeling, he felt that his brother was really by his side, but he couldn't let him—they, see or hear it.

But now—he couldn't help swallowing.

That was George—dead George, teenage George.Next to him are several children, ranging from a few years old to teenagers.William recognized one of them—Edward McLean, who was said (because the truth is doubtful) to have been killed by his stepfather, but the others were not clear.

He didn't need to open the photo album to know that his brother hadn't changed a bit in the past ten years.That's natural, the time on his body has long been frozen and will not grow again.

But—a subtle feeling told him that it wasn't just George, his brother, but other... weird things.

George looked at William, watching him quietly.William couldn't see more emotion from his blood-stained face, but he had an instinct that his brother would never hurt him.

The screen suddenly changed.William saw that the dead (including George) were grabbed by a huge hand and dragged into the darkness.

"George!" he yelled, trying to reach out but catching nothing.

He stared blankly as everyone (ghosts?) disappeared, leaving him alone in the darkness.

Someone seemed to be laughing, laughing at his overreaching.

It's also possible that it wasn't human at all.

……

Eddie Caspbrak scrambled forward.What he remembers most clearly about his childhood is what his mother whispered in his ear, "Where should not go, what can't be done".

Until now, those words still ring clearly in his opposite ear.

He doesn't drink cold water, doesn't go to the supermarket (where his wife buys necessities), carries a load of medicine with him every day, and insists on his asthma medicine (he's not sick, it's just a disinfectant tap water only) worked wonders.

He is afraid of all the dirty things he may come into contact with in life, and tries his best to avoid them.

But now... behind him is a terrifying black cloud like a large... "creature"?It seems to be jelly-like, covered with tentacles and eyes, and there are countless garbage faintly visible inside, which is very scary.

Eddie screamed, feeling like his asthma was about to strike again because of the excitement.He struggled to catch his breath and try to stay as far away from the mass as possible.He doesn't have much time to spare now to take out the asthma spray, even if he takes it out, he might accidentally drop it on the ground, right?

"Don't pick up what's dropped on the floor! It's full of germs!" Eddie's mother had yelled.

However, drinking poison to quench thirst may only be a matter of early death or late death, but it can somewhat bring a glimmer of life.As long as you are alive, there will be hope in life.

It's a pity that this truth may be very difficult for Eddie to understand.

He didn't know why he suddenly appeared in a sewer, and he didn't know the origin of the ball behind him. He only had one thought in his mind: run, run!It is about to catch up!Faster, faster!

But his speed is still a little bit worse.Soon, Eddie felt the sticky and disgusting breath behind him getting closer and closer...

A soft object smeared with slime wrapped around his ankle, tripping him to the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Suddenly, Eddie felt a sharp pain like tearing his arms.He squeezed his eyes open and found himself lying on his bed at home in Derry, in excruciating pain from banging his arm against the bedside table.

Eddie could feel his pajamas getting soaked.He touched his forehead and found that it was covered with cold sweat.

"That was a dream, that was a dream..." His lips trembled as he muttered to himself, not knowing whether it was to convince himself or for some other reason.He slowly got up from the bed, not paying attention to the bruises on his arms.

The way he chose to travel took more time than others, but he was not far from Maine after all, and he would arrive soon.Others should be soon too.

……

When he woke up in the morning, Shadow had a pair of huge dark circles under his eyes.

After entering the room that he booked at the hotel on Wednesday last night, he had been thinking about the strange birds and crows he had encountered before.

To be honest, after being hired by Wednesday, the people and things he encountered seemed a little... unscientific.The thing about the strange bird and the crow just popped the question up.

The breakfast provided in the restaurant tasted very bad, but it was nothing to the shadow who had been in prison for many years.

After he ate for a while, Wednesday also came to the restaurant.He didn't ask Shadow how he slept last night.

Maybe it's because you don't care, or maybe...you already know it?