The audience erupted in chaos.
"HOLY F—KING SHT! Are those all SCP remains?!"*
"How many did they execute?!"
"This Site Director was a lunatic!"
On screen, the incinerator roared to life.
White flames engulfed the mountain of fused flesh and machinery, reducing it to slurry.
The Samsara team watched dispassionately as the "Pit" churned—revealing a circular hatch at the bottom.
Nanku didn't hesitate.
BRRRT!
Her wrist-mounted cannon shattered the observation glass.
Munru whistled. "Subtle."
Into the Belly of the Beast
The team descended into the incinerator shaft, dodging rotating blades and cascading bio-sludge.
Onru paused at a crack in the wall—black liquid oozed out.
No, not liquid.
Leeches.
Thousands of them, squirming through the cracks like living oil.
One dropped into the muck—and doubled in size within seconds.
Munru recoiled. "They eat the slurry?!"
Onru knelt, extending a neural probe from her palm. "They're communicating."
She grabbed a leech—and hooked into its primitive mind.
Data flooded the team's HUDs:
A twisted map of Site-13, pulsing with leech clusters.
A void where the Thresher Device should be.
And—
"Survivors are here," Onru pointed at the map's deepest layer. "But the leeches are coming."
The Silent Room
The team sprinted through corridors lined with "BLOOD" scrawled in leech-fluid.
Then—sound cut out.
The server room was muted.
"SILENCE" and "DON'T LOOK" were etched on the walls.
A low moan built in the darkness.
Nanku grinned, signing: "Finally, fun."