**POV - MARK BLAKE**
"What will SHIELD think about this?" I mutter to myself.
Over the last five days, Foundation agents and hackers handling the building's investigation for my protection uncovered five SHIELD agents in disguise, looking for information about me. "How did they find out about me so quickly? Could my recovery have caught their attention?"
"Maybe they're investigating me because of the sudden influx of money? No, that wouldn't trigger an investigation. It's probably because of my recovery. I think I should ask the Foundation to look into this," I think.
I keep driving until I reach the apartment.
When I enter, I head to the couch, summon the system, and click on "random summons."
"What SCP will it be?" I wonder aloud, and then I see the system display:
[SCP summoned successfully.
See location [Click to view]
SCP - 134 - Star-Eyed Child.
Class: Safe
Description: SCP-134 appears to be an Asian girl between the ages of 8 and 10, with short black hair and a frail body. The object seems normal in every way and has the same biological needs as a human child (food, sleep, etc.). However, instead of eyes, SCP-134 has two black voids covered by a transparent membrane similar to a regular human eye. Ophthalmological tests indicate that these membranes are 150 to 200 times tougher than normal for a human. SCP-134 does not have eyelids and, therefore, cannot blink. SCP-134 is also unable to see through these black areas. Attempts to examine the interior of SCP-134's eye sockets have failed, as it is impossible to locate its retinas. Under normal lighting, the areas appear completely black, but in darkness, faint lights can be seen within. Studies using long-exposure photography and light amplification have revealed that the lights are actually stars and galaxies, visible through SCP-134's eye sockets.]
[Containment items for SCP-134: 60 Class C investigators, 6 Class B investigators, and 2 Class A investigators. Decorated room (you can select a room in your house, and it will be reformed with all the necessary items).]
"A child? Really?" I say in surprise. "The rewards are pretty weak. What good are investigators if the system has a locator? That room is probably for SCP-134," I say.
"Let's check her location," I think, and click on the location.
[Location: Yokohama - Japan.]
"That's it? No exact location like with SCP-146?" I ask, frustrated. "Now I understand why the investigators are needed," I think with a sarcastic smile.
"She's just a child. I should send the investigators to start searching for her as soon as possible," I decide and grab the phone. I see that the Class A investigators' dial appears.
I call, and a male voice answers: "Hello, sir. This is Investigator Kazuo."
"Hello, where are you currently?" I ask.
"We are in New York, sir," he replies.
"All investigators must go to Yokohama, Japan, immediately to begin searching for SCP-134. Take Class C soldiers to assist in the search. When her location is confirmed, inform me immediately. No harm should come to SCP-134," I say.
"Yes, sir. The search will begin immediately," Kazuo says, and I hang up.
"Better make another summon to see if something more challenging comes up," I say with a smile and click on random summons again.
[SCP summoned successfully.
See location [Click to view]
SCP - 1155 - Predatory Street Art.
Class: Keter
Description: SCP-1155 manifests as a piece of street art/graffiti of variable size, depicting a humanoid figure with muscular arms, claw-like hands, and an owl's head and feathers. SCP-1155's pose is variable, but it always appears predatory, with its eyes seeming to follow the observer.
Anyone who observes this image directly will experience a compulsion to investigate SCP-1155 more closely. Victims describe intense fascination and a desire to approach SCP-1155. This compulsion can be resisted with effort, especially if the individual is aware of SCP-1155's anomalous properties.
If the individual approaches within two (2) meters of SCP-1155 and is not being observed by another person, they will be violently attacked, suffering multiple lacerations, dismemberment of limbs, and total or partial removal of body parts, as well as penetrating cranial trauma consistent with those inflicted by a large owl beak or talons. SCP-1155's attack usually takes around six seconds to complete. After the attack, both the victim and SCP-1155 disappear from the scene. SCP-1155 reappears in another location within a period of 1 minute to seven (7) days. The attacks can be interrupted if eye contact with the individual is reestablished by another person.]
[Containment items for SCP-1155: Front company with a basic base located underneath.
Mobile Task Force Pi-1 "City Slickers": 100 Class C soldiers, 20 Class B soldiers, and 2 Class A soldiers.
Mobile Task Force Pi-1 specializes in the investigation, containment, and subsequent cleanup of anomalies in densely populated urban environments, particularly in the New York metropolitan area.]
"Oh, shit! Why did I test my luck?" I exclaim, shocked at the SCP's information.
"Better see where it is," I think and quickly click on the location.
[Location: New York - United States]
"Seriously? No exact location again? How does this system work? Is it broken?" I ask, irritated at the SCP's location.
"Better activate the mobile task force quickly. I can't do anything until the SCPs are located," I think uneasily.
I dialed the new number that appeared on the Foundation's phone.
"Hello, Mr. Administrator," a voice answers respectfully on the phone.
"I want the entire Pi-1 Task Force to begin searching for SCP-1155 immediately. We can't let too many deaths happen, or the risk of the SCPs being discovered increases," I say sternly.
"Yes, sir. The Mobile Task Force will begin the search immediately!" the man replies reverently and hangs up.
I sit back on the couch and look at the rewards I received. "At least I got a base out of all this. SCP-1155 is tough to contain because it can move without warning. Hopefully, I can trap it somewhere, maybe even in the system, since it's just a *painting* on a wall. Or maybe it comes from a pocket dimension," I speculate, analyzing how it could be contained.
"I think the system will notify me when I get close to it," I think hopefully.
The phone rings, and I answer. "Hello, sir. All the shares are now in your name, and the money has been transferred to the shareholders."
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**POV - NARRATOR**
**LOCATION - SOMEWHERE IN NEW YORK**
Part of an espionage squad of at least 15 people is investigating a human trafficking case in New York. They are in an apparently abandoned building that was used for this kind of operation. Currently, they are in the building's parking area.
"Why does my squad have to handle this case? Couldn't the police do a better job?" one of the men asks.
"Sir, look at this, a strange painting, odd arms with an owl's head," one of the men says to what appears to be the leader.
"Someone must have done this while they were using the building for illegal activities. We should go in and try to find any evidence they might have left behind," the leader says, ignoring the painting and heading toward the building's entrance.
One of the men notices that the owl's eyes are following him. "Hey, look," the man points, showing it to one of the men behind him. "The owl is following us; maybe it's one of those optical illusions," he says.
"Yeah, strange, but we should go. We can't waste time," the other replies and starts to follow the others.
"You guys go ahead. I want to investigate this painting. If anything happens, I'll radio for help," the man says as if compelled to investigate the painting.
"Okay, I'm not taking the heat for this," the other man says and moves toward the group that has now fully entered the building.
Seeing almost everyone enter the building, the man, under compulsion, starts to approach the painting.
When he gets within 2 meters of the painting, it begins to move at inhuman speeds.
"Help!" the man screams before his eyes and tongue are ripped out, and his arms and legs are severed.
One of the men, who was about to enter the building, turns at the sound and sees the man who had just spoken completely dismembered. He radios in: "Agent down! I repeat, agent down!" He says frantically and begins to approach the body.
The others, upon hearing the alert, start to return.
"What happened? How did he end up like this in less than five minutes?" the man asks the one near the body, analyzing what had happened.
"I don't know, sir. He said he was going to investigate the painting. Not even four seconds passed after I entered the building, and I heard him scream for help. When I turned back to look, he was dismembered, and the painting had disappeared," the man says.
The leader and everyone else look to where the painting is, but it's no longer there, and they turn back to the body.
"We should collect the body and run an autopsy. We need to investigate if something is killing our men," the leader says.
"Sir, the painting is over there," a soldier points to a spot at least 90 meters from where they stood.
"How did it move? Maybe it's another one that looks similar," one of the men comments, turning to look at the painting.
"We should retrieve the body quickly and continue our investigation," the leader says in a stern tone, looking at the body. He grabs the communicator to request reinforcements. "Everyone, search the area. If no one is here who could have killed one of us, we must investigate thoroughly," the leader says, and they all begin searching the parking lot while others head to different parts of the building. None of them go alone due to the previous death.
"I'm going to take a look at the painting," one of the men says, with fascination in his voice. He starts approaching the painting, and the other who is with him nods, turning to investigate the surroundings.
As he gets within two meters of the painting, the owl starts moving quickly, and the man barely manages to scream this time.
But the agent who was with him turns and sees the same scene as before.
"Agent down! Agent down!" the man shouts and starts approaching the area.
Three minutes later, everyone arrives at the spot where he is with the other body.
"What happened?" the leader asks.
"Sir, it was the same thing he described," he says, pointing to the agent involved in the first attack.
"He said he was going to check out the painting, and I was investigating the surroundings. When I turned back, he was dismembered, and the painting had disappeared again," the man says, with desperation in his voice.
The leader looks at the dead agent and realizes it has something to do with that painting. He grabs the communicator.
"Agent Carl, reporting to SHIELD's department. An anomaly has been found, requesting reinforcements," the leader speaks into the radio.
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**Author's Note**: So, what did you think of this introduction of SCP-1155 and SHIELD? I know it might seem a bit forced for SCP-1155 to appear exactly where they were investigating, but I wanted to involve SHIELD a bit more. There will probably be a quick confrontation between SHIELD and SCP-1155.
I'm not sure if squad leaders are aware of aliens or if SHIELD is aware of them. Correct me if I'm wrong.
**Author's Note**: The chapter turned out pretty long for my standards. I was going to cut it and divide it into two chapters, but it didn't make much sense to me, so I posted it all at once.
**Author's Note**: Sorry for the delay; Chatgpt bothered me a lot with the usage policy, LOL. They said it was dangerous to humans LOL