"Manager, no, please, no!" A strange voice echoed through the Dream Restaurant. If Stan hadn’t been right there watching, he might have thought that Chen Ze had gone into a bestial frenzy, ready to do sothing to Betty.
Chen Ze had a face full of tick marks, "Betty, just try this, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it."
Betty trembled and took several steps back, her calves shaking. If she hadn’t been so reluctant to leave her job here, she would have bolted through the door already.
Stan looked up and glanced at what Chen Ze had in his hand, which was a small bowl containing a black object and a few pieces of at. It didn’t look strange at all.
"You really won’t eat it?" Chen Ze looked at Betty expressionlessly, making a joke. It was just taste testing. Why was it as if he was leading Betty to the stake?
"Absolutely not," Betty nodded imdiately, making a joke. She had only slled it before and nearly threw up. How could she possibly eat it?
Betty felt that if she ate it, she would be close to ascending to heaven, and then she could return to the Kingdom of God of the god of desire.
The corner of Chen Ze’s mouth twitched. He didn’t intend to continue threatening Betty with her advance salary because that wasn’t fun at all.
Moreover, the reason Chen Ze had forced Betty to eat was entirely because she had tricked him.
Chen Ze then looked at Stan. The unfathomable Undead Monarch was quietly eating his buffet, with no intention of speaking.
Chen Ze scratched his head. The black garlic beef wasn’t hard to eat, in fact, he had tried so himself. As long as he didn’t eat the black garlic directly, it was actually quite tasty.
But since his own staff was unwilling, and he couldn’t possibly ask the custors to taste test, Chen Ze had no choice but to put back the normal-looking black garlic beef.
"Stan, not busy lately?" Chen Ze stood in the kitchen, wiping the cabinet.
"Hm." Stan’s response was, as always, brief. Chen Ze was now accustod to his character.
Chen Ze scratched his head. Later, he had asked Hastur, who had told him indeed, it was Nyarlathotep who killed that little ant from that world.
Worth ntioning is that this conversation between Chen Ze and Hastur happened on a penguin chat software, which Hastur had already registered with Chen Ze’s ID and mobile number.
"Stan, do you know about the Gods..." Chen Ze hesitated for a long ti but finally spoke. After all, Stan probably knew it himself.
"I know, they’ve fallen." Stan was still expressionless. To him, the fall of a God was no more impactful than the death of a dog belonging to the cousin of the neighbor’s second uncle’s grandson, completely unmoving to him.
Chen Ze pondered, if it was true that the Gods had fallen, then could his girlfriend also beco a God?
Chen Ze wasn’t quite clear on the rules of Stan’s world. According to the novels he read before, didn’t Gods usually ignite the Divine Fla and ascend to the throne?
And Nyarlathotep indeed possessed the strength to easily kill those ants. Making his girlfriend a God shouldn’t be too difficult, right?
The door was suddenly opened, and then Chen Ze saw a panicked woman burst in, holding a doll in her hand.
Chen Ze raised an eyebrow; this was a new custor. She seed like she ca from a parallel world, but what was with that outfit that looked like a uniform?
"Welco to the Dream Restaurant~" Betty walked up, smiling at the woman.
"You, where is this place!" The woman seed to have only just noticed Betty’s presence, turned around, and pointed a P25 at Betty.
Chen Ze’s face turned grim in an instant; another violent custor, and probably from a parallel world too.
"Pointing a weapon at my staff is quite impolite, dear guest," Chen Ze ambled over slowly.
The woman looked at her hand in surprise, a purple glow bound her, rendering her unable to move.
Curiously, Chen Ze took the woman’s gun, removed the magazine, and checked it—it still had bullets.
The woman’s expression changed several tis, which greatly amused Chen Ze; it was like watching a face-changing act.
But before she could speak, Chen Ze frowned and looked towards the door—he had just felt his door being bumped?
It seed to have been bumped, but the vibration was very slight.
"No, oh no! Quick, let go!" scread the woman frantically, her voice so sharp that even Stan couldn’t help frowning.
"Shut up." Stan waved his hand, and the woman found herself horrified that she couldn’t make a sound anymore.
"What on earth is going on?" Chen Ze looked at the woman with suspicion; she seed to know sothing.
The woman’s mouth moved, but no sound ca out.
Helplessly, Chen Ze glanced at Stan, realizing he couldn’t ask questions unless Stan lifted his silence.
Stan calmly continued eating his Buffet, and without any visible motion from him, the woman’s voice suddenly returned.
"Monster! A monster is chasing !" The woman scread in terror, but Stan, annoyed again, waved his hand, silencing her once more.
Chen Ze was frustrated; why couldn’t this woman calm down?
Scratching his head, Chen Ze then noticed a piece of paper in the pocket of the woman’s clothing, which he couldn’t help but pull out curiously. Then he saw a trace of an inexplicable aning in her eyes.
Looking at the paper, Chen Ze saw a picture of a hairless, pale figure without pupils.
Chen Ze felt an uncanny familiarity with the figure; not that he had seen it before, but the image seed known to him.
Entirely white, devoid of hair, lacking even eyebrows, and those unusually eerie limbs...
"It’s 096, isn’t it?" Chen Ze blurted out a censored word, realizing why the figure looked so familiar.
This character was well-known, the Shy Guy, who would hunt down anyone who saw its face no matter how they saw it and tear them in half.
This wasn’t so cringy special effect in a movie that insulted the audience’s intelligence; it was a genuine, literal tearing apart.
Chen Ze thought hiring 096 as a master at ripping chickens would be an excellent choice.
It all beca clear to Chen Ze; this woman must have co from the world of the SCP Foundation. He didn’t know the specifics, but one thing was obvious.
The SCP Foundation had failed to contain, once again.
"Should I say ’as expected of the Foundation’..." Chen Ze couldn’t help but laugh and cry. Last ti an SCP-173 ca through, and now an SCP-096, who would be next?
Would he wake up one day to find the Plague Doctor sitting in the restaurant drinking tea?
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