Two Completely Different SCPs

"Congratulations to the host for successfully summoning SCP-173: The Sculpture - Original Creation." "Congratulations to the host for obtaining 10,000 C-Class armed personnel (sometimes you can rely on numbers to deal with SCPs)." "Congratulations to the host for obtaining 10 A-Class Special Investigators (excellent investigators can find SCPs more quickly and accurately, and are more likely to discover the characteristics of SCPs)." "Congratulations to the host for obtaining a medium-sized base (the base has a total of 5,000 members, including 2,000 combat personnel, 3,000 logistical personnel, 5 A-Class researchers, and 1 S-Class researcher)." "Congratulations to the host for obtaining one team of Blind Mobile Task Force (7 people per team, with no eyes but superior to those with eyes)." "Congratulations to the host for obtaining one team of Perpetual Watch Mobile Task Force (7 people per team, who never blink!)."

The long list of rewards left Ethan momentarily stunned.

"System, I meant to spend 1,000 Legend Points to summon an SCP, not all of them at once!" Ethan shouted in frustration.

It became apparent to Ethan that the system's intelligence level wasn't very high, probably on par with Stark's AI, which often bordered on incompetence. Otherwise, such an error wouldn't have occurred.

After venting his frustration, a wave of relief followed. Fortunately, his luck held, and he didn't summon any particularly dangerous entities. If that had happened, things could have gone horribly wrong.

"Useless system, it's not even smart!" Ethan muttered, complaining about the system's unreliability as he opened the SCP navigation map.

Hmm, excellent! The SCPs were located very close by, which meant the residents of New York were in for a surprise.

Ethan decided not to immediately deal with the newly summoned SCPs. After all, both were relatively low-risk, and letting them roam free for a bit to accumulate more Legend Points seemed like a good plan.

SCP-096, "The Shy Guy," is a humanoid creature with extremely pale skin and no hair. Its jaw can stretch to an incredible length. If anyone sees SCP-096's face (whether directly or through video or image, excluding artistic depictions), SCP-096 will sense their presence and will relentlessly track them down to kill them. Afterward, it will return to its docile state and attempt to return to its containment area.

SCP-096, as its name suggests, is an extremely shy entity. It dislikes anyone seeing its face, and to avoid embarrassment, SCP-096 will kill anyone who does. This considerate, albeit deadly, behavior has always left an impression on Ethan.

As for SCP-173, "The Sculpture - Original Creation," it's even more intriguing. SCP-173 is a statue made of concrete that is animate and highly aggressive. It will snap your neck when you're not looking, but as long as you maintain eye contact, it remains stationary. In contrast to SCP-096, this little statue loves attention, so much so that people affectionately call it "Peanut." This little "Peanut" is said to be an expert in "neck massages" and is incredibly fast.

One hates being looked at, and the other thrives on it—what an amusing pair of summons.

The good news is that both SCPs aren't overly dangerous. As long as no one foolishly decides to "expose" SCP-096 online, there shouldn't be too many problems. Ethan decided to leave these two SCPs alone for now, letting them explore the cultural richness of New York before eventually reining them in.

However, aside from the SCPs, Ethan realized he had another pressing issue: the sheer number of personnel he had summoned might be too much for him to sustain. The medium-sized base provided by the system could house up to 20,000 people, but it only came with enough food and supplies to sustain 5,000 people for a month. With an additional 10,000 mouths to feed, resources were running thin.

"Good thing I had the foresight to secure a major backer for the Foundation," Ethan thought, relieved.

Knock, knock, knock!

As Ethan was congratulating himself on his foresight, a series of rhythmic knocks echoed from the door.

"Young Master, Dr. A167 has an update for you," Natasha informed him, holding a satellite phone.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "How do you have the doctor's satellite number?"

Natasha smiled slyly. "I'm your personal bodyguard and part-time assistant. If there's something important, it should go through me to reach you."

Ethan was slightly taken aback but let it go. He accepted the satellite phone from her hand.