Chapter : 62 : RT Dies

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Generally speaking, the human brain will not allow a person to bite off their tongue, so many of the so-called tongue-biting s*icides on TV are not very scientific. But because of SCP-012, RT managed to do this, he bit off his tongue. However, he did not complete this matter in a sober state, but in a state where he was affected by the spirit and his consciousness was a little cluttered. But anyway, he succeeded and also threw out the Severed Arm and files.

Then, like a lunatic, he took out half of his tongue from his mouth and wrote on the score. When the blood was gone from his tongue, he began to mutil*te himself, arms, legs, fingers, etc, everything in his body could be destroyed, as long as there was blood.

Fortunately, the game will not keep players in this brutal and bloody state, because then the player might have a nervous breakdown. At a certain point, RT was forced to quit the game. However, his "body" is still in the containment room, carrying out unfinished business. In the end, the "body" fell limp.

During this time, Brit was watching from outside the room almost from the start. He knew what RT meant for him to leave with the items and files, he also knew that RT would be fine, and the game would be forced to end in the end. But when he saw RT desperately throwing out the Severed Arm and files, his mind was dumbfounded.

"I will get out!" Brit's eyes were a little red, and then he bent down and picked up the file and the Severed Arm on the ground with all his strength.

Then he turned around desperately and approached the exit on the other side. SCP-012's influence appears to diminish with distance, so that means Brit persisted until now with his firm willpower.

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The viewers in the stream also saw everything that happened in the containment room, and people were horrified:

"Is this the ability of that musical score? Individuals can't help but want to get close to it, and then use their blood to complete it?"

"This is so scary, I have goosebumps!"

"I'm crying, RT is a Chad-!"

"RT-!!! F*ck me, I admire him!"

"I'm already on my knees!!"

"..."

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Brit didn't watch the chat in the stream, he had protruding blood vessels all over his neck. He frantically tried to move towards the exit, but the strong mental influence still made him involuntarily turn his head to look at the containment room. In the end, there were only two thoughts in his mind fighting wildly.

One is the idea of being close to SCP-012 and using his blood to complete it.

The other is the idea of getting out of here with the items.

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Seeing this scene, the viewers in the stream couldn't help holding their breath. It is extremely rare for the chat to be unified:

"Come on, Brit!!"

"Brit!! Come on!!!"

"Go, Brit!!"

"Come on, come on, come on, come on!!!"

"..."

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Perhaps it was because of the encouragement of the viewers that played a role, Brit tried his best and finally left the range of the metal door of the containment room. After not being able to see the tin box, the mental impact was considerably lower. Brit continued to move forward, in the end, he finally came to the exit and walked up the stairs. When he got here, the idea like a devil whispering finally disappeared.

Brit sat slumped on the stairs, drenched in sweat.

"This is SCP-012..." Brit's whole face was pale.

He lowered his head and peeled off the file from the Severed Arm. The file was stained with blood, but the above content can still be seen clearly. "SCP-012, A Bad Composition..."