"(Aryuhoewqe, Qumuwaki, and Semuqu gather at the back gate of the school.)"
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Qumuwaki (flat): "So we really came out here at night just to break into a lab that smells like formalin?"
Aryuhoewqe walked cautiously, his flashlight sweeping over the dusty floor. "This isn't just formalin, bro," he muttered. "This is mystery. This is... an adventure among the scent of chemicals and the stench of conspiracy."
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"[They start walking through the dark path and enter the school corridor.]"
Semuqu glanced around cautiously.
"Is this... the start of the case of three high school students vanishing without a trace?
Headline: 'Entered Bio Lab for Enstaqram Content, Ended Up as Urban Legends.'"
Aryuhoewqe raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of which, who's bringing Enstaqram content?"
Qumuwaki calmly pointed at Semuqu. "Her. She was looking for someone's mini ring light at the cafeteria this afternoon."
"It was for lighting!" Semuqu shot back, defensive. "So we can at least see it before we vanish into thin air!"
Aryuhoewqe: "Flawless logic. I'm proud of you."
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"(The three move closer to the lab.)"
"Suddenly, a soft "click" sound comes from the lab door as it slightly opens."
"..."
"Qumuwaki stopped them, then said,
'Stop. Wait a minute...'"
Semuqu swallowed hard. "So... do we keep going, or pretend we've never been here and just leave?"
Aryuhoewqe, excited but a bit overconfident, replied, "We go in. Early phase—just clues and mysteries. No jump scares yet, no big deal. We've got this."
"(Qumuwaki nodded in resignation.)"
"[The night grows colder.]"
"The hallway to the biology lab felt like it had forgotten how to be part of a school.
The flickering lights didn't just blink—they trembled, casting shadows that lingered too long. Wind scraped the windows with a sound too deliberate to be weather.
The air reeked of chemicals, fresh blood, and metal—Like something just happened here, and the building was still trying to warn anyone who listened."
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Semuqu whispered, "Feels like… we're stepping into an area that should've been shut down by the government..."
Aryuhoewqe, suddenly alert, said, "There's a mystical aura, bro. This isn't just some lab smell. This is the scent of… a bloody plot twist."
Qumuwaki sighed, "We're just killing time chasing the source of 'Twinkle Twinkle,' not hunting a four-legged SCP."
"The light flickers, cutting out for a split second before returning, amplifying the already suffocating tension."
"Just as they start to breathe easier—
They freeze. The large chemical cabinet in the hallway corner... it's gone."
Vanished. Not a sound, not a trace."
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Semuqu (trembling): "Okay. I vote for a slow retreat... while we still have a chance to live."
"(As they begin to back off—SUDDENLY, a strange laugh echoes from behind a lab chair.)"
"..."
A chill runs down Aryuhoewqe's spine.
"...There's no way."
"In the dead silence of a freezing night,
only the drip of a leaky pipe and the wheezing hum of a broken AC are audible."
"The flickering neon light casts a murder-documentary vibe."
"Then— the air felt like it shifted, a sudden drop in temperature,
before—"
"KRAKK!"
"A metal chair drags itself."
Semuqu froze, whispering to herself, "...Okay. That's definitely not natural."
Aryuhoewqe leaned closer, whispering back, "If this turns out to be a jump scare, I'm headbutting first."
Qumuwaki (dead serious): "If this is a jump scare, I'm out first."
"SUDDENLY..."
"A dark silhouette rises slowly from behind the lab table, wearing a tattered lab coat stained with what looks like dried blood—whose blood, or from what experiment, no one can tell. Its hands tremble oddly, stiff as if frozen in time."
Then—"click!"
"A flashlight switches on, the beam pointed directly at its own face."
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"A horrifyingly pale face appears, tired eyes, and slightly greenish hair like a watermelon in autumn."
With a heavy, echoing voice, Wlein declared,
"I... AM WLEIN. O. HASDZARD... A STUDENT... IN THE ODD SEMESTER."
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"(In the next second, chaos erupts.)"
Qumuwaki jumps back behind a mop bucket.
"NOOOPE THIS WAS HOEWQE'S IDEA, I DON'T TAKE ANY RESPONSIBILITY!!!"
Semuqu, panicked, falls to the floor and reflexively throws her slippers at the figure.
"BEGONE, SCIENCE GHOST OF THE 18TH CENTURY!!"
Aryuhoewqe trembled but forced himself to stay calm.
"Are you… a ghost of a professor who failed his thesis defense?"
Wlein, still in theatrical mode, raised both hands dramatically.
"NO! I AM A REJECTED SCIENTIST WHO DISCOVERED HOW TO TURN BANANAS INTO…"
HYDROGEN TOOTHPICKS!"
"The lab lights switch on with a snap of Wlein's fingers."
"They all freeze. Staring at one another."
"Then—"
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Wlein chuckled, a grin spreading across his face. "Eh, relax... I was just cold under the table, searching for a drawer key I lost back in 2023. But instead, I found a new inspiration."
Aryuhoewqe still stunned, blurted out, "..YOU—YOU LOOK LIKE A MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE FROM ARGATHA, AND YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A KEY YOU LOST TWO YEARS AGO?!"
Semuqu: "Why'd you shine your flashlight on your own face?!"
Wlein: "For dramatic effect, of course. I've been rehearsing with the bathroom mirror shadows."
Qumuwaki shivered slightly, eyes narrowing. "I thought you were some kind of half-vampire Joker... Are you even real?"
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"Wlein wore round glasses and slippers that were too brightly colored for human eyesight."
"His skin was fairly pale, his hair black with a faint streak of glowing green,"
"and his expression—like someone who had just woken up from an absurd dream but still believed it was a prophecy."
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Aryuhoewqe jolted back, pointing an accusatory finger. "Wait—YOU'RE the one who made the chemistry cabinet disappear?!"
Wlein lifted his chin, visibly proud. "Not disappear. I placed it into a Temporary Storage Dimension. This lab now features a space-saving mode. Although…" He paused thoughtfully.
"I think the cabinet might currently be patching a fence in some alternate universe. That's fine."
Semuqu raised an eyebrow. "Why are you even here this late, senior? Aren't you scared?"
Wlein smiled serenely. "Scared? Fear is an illusion, my friend. Just like the idea that ceiling fans can't be used as lifeform detectors."
But look at this!"
"[He presses a small remote.
A broken fan on the table whirs to life, then detects… a lizard on the wall.]"
Wlein: "That is not an ordinary lizard. That is Tarzan, my lizard.
He can detect micro air pressure shifts."
Qumuwaki:"...That's just a lizard."
Wlein: "NO. HE'S A GENIUS LIZARD!"
"Tarzan: (clinging to the wall while wearing UV-protection goggles)"
"…"
Aryuhoewqe narrowed his eyes, his tone filled with playful suspicion. "Wait. Do your gadgets even work for real?"
"(Wlein calmly pulls a bento-box-shaped device from his lab coat pocket.)"Wlein:
"Behold. The Emotion Flashlight Version 3.2. It lights up based on the subject's anxiety level. Red: panic. Blue: calm. Green: pretending to be brave."
"[He points it at Qumuwaki. The flashlight glows… purple.]"
Wlein: "Uh oh. I haven't defined purple yet.
Might be… repressed trauma?"
Qumuwaki flinched, his voice sharp with alarm. "TURN THAT OFF!"
Semuqu stepped closer, eyeing Wlein with a mix of concern and disbelief. "I'm starting to think you're not actually a scientist," she said dryly. "More like a stand-up comedian who accidentally enrolled in Biology."
Wlein: "Stand-up requires a stage. But I built my own—of course, using Vibe-Absorbing Plastic and Emotion-Resistant Glue."
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Aryuhoewqe leaned closer to Semuqu, whispering, "The wild part is… his gadgets are absurd, but… maybe this is how he survives his own world."
Wlein, who had been fiddling with something in his bag, suddenly looked up, his expression shifting into something far more serious. "Anyway… you don't know what's coming to this school at night. The four-legged creature... I don't know whose experiment it was... but it's on the move."
"Wait—what?" Semuqu blinked. "Are we dealing with an actual SCP now?"
Without a word, Wlein pulled out a strange gadget shaped like a kettle. "If you see something big, with four legs, and it screams 'BWAAAGHH'... throw this. This is Cold Reaction Tea. It explodes when triggered by loud sounds."
Qumuwaki narrowed his eyes, staring at the device. "…Did you just invent a tea grenade?"
"Literally. Yes," Wlein said with pride, clutching the kettle like a sacred artifact. "Now come, fellow investigators. Let us uncover the mysteries of this school—together."
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[Nighttime – Corridor Leading to the Core Lab]
"(Four shadows stealthily navigate deeper into the school. Wlein O. Hasdzard leads the group, donning a headlamp reminiscent of an amateur ghost hunter.)"
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Wlein's tone turned serious as he adjusted his glasses. "The target was last seen near the biology lab. It's large, shadowy... and it's been blinking the art room lights."
Aryuhoewqe squinted, trying to make sense of it. "Okay, I can accept that it's a weird creature. But how does it even know how to blink the art room lights?"
Semuqu: "Maybe it took an interior design class."
Qumuwaki: "...I hope there are no demons in this place."
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"[They arrive at the biology lab. Wlein examines the surroundings with overconfidence.]"
Wlein stepped forward, eyes gleaming behind his glasses. "Let's go in. The monster must have left traces."
Aryuhoewqe followed, pulling something from his pocket with a triumphant grin. "Or traps. I'm ready. I brought…" —he held up a comb— "...an emergency weapon."
Semuqu let out a quiet sigh, folding her arms. "A comb isn't for fighting monsters. It's for maintaining dignity."
Meanwhile, Qumuwaki calmly placed his hand on the lab door and pushed it open with a creak. "While you were debating," he said flatly, "the door was already open."
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[Inside the biology lab – dark, illuminated only by flashlight beams]
"A human anatomy model stands in the corner, giving the impression it's watching them. Empty glass tubes line the shelves."
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Wlein ran his fingers along the cold surface of the wall, his voice low with concentration.
"This is where I heard it... metallic clinks, followed by whispers. Then a sound like… a bird singing."
Aryuhoewqe tilted his head, squinting.
"A bird singing...? Don't tell me we're out here chasing Mr. Publius's parrot."
Semuqu narrowed her eyes and pointed toward a metal cabinet in the corner.
"Wait. I hear something too," she said quietly, her tone sharp with alertness.
(From inside the cabinet, a soft song plays):
"Twinkle... twinkle... little star..."
Aryuhoewqe took a step back, eyes wide with alarm.
"NOPE. I'm out. This is too... Twilight Zone for my life."
Qumuwaki, unbothered, approached the source of the sound with calm precision.
"Calm down. The sound is coming from this cabinet. I'll open it... slowly."
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"[Qumuwaki opens the cabinet. Inside—a small cage houses an old parrot, with a worn-out speaker hanging above.]"
"Twinkle... twinkle..."
*(The recording loops.)*
Wlein narrowed his eyes, studying the small cage in front of them.
"A parrot… An experiment?"
Semuqu crouched beside it, gently retrieving a worn document tucked beneath the cage.
"Old notes… 'Experiment #42 – Parrot's response to repetitive audio stimulation. Recorded by: L. Reina.'"
Aryuhoewqe blinked, processing.
"So the monster you heard… was a karaoke parrot?"
Wlein paused for a moment, then nodded.
"...Correct. Mystery number one, solved. But maybe... it's just a small part of a larger scenario. Like the first clue."
Semuqu stood, her gaze distant.
"We're searching for a monster, but all we find are remnants of thoughts. Thoughts of someone who believed too much in the bizarre."
Qumuwaki added quietly,
"Sometimes, what's left isn't an answer. But… an empty atmosphere. A lullaby on repeat, never turned off."
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"[They exit the lab.]"
The night breeze resumes. Flashlight beams flicker slightly.
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Aryuhoewqe looked around nervously.
"So what now? Wait for the creature to show itself?"
Wlein shook his head, voice low and steady.
"No. Now we know something lives in this school's night. Not just birds. But... a legacy of fear."
Semuqu added quietly,
"Or absurd thoughts left unchecked for too long."
Qumuwaki gazed up at the dark sky, his eyes distant. "Or a story. Yet to be completed."
Aryuhoewqe: "..I was just bored."
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"[Suddenly, a thin fog begins to creep from the ground—slowly enveloping the dark schoolyard.]"
"The air shifts. The wind blows stronger, scattering leaves and causing the distant iron door to creak loudly."
Semuqu glanced down at the fog swirling around their feet.
"…Okay. This isn't some cheap cinematic effect, right?"
Aryuhoewqe tensed. "Bro... is the fog alive? Or am I just getting more dramatic because of the soundtrack in my head?"
Qumuwaki frowned, eyes sharp and alert.
"That's... not ordinary fog. Look—it's moving in circles."
"[Wlein raises his headlamp, shining it towards the sky. But the light only reflects softly off the thickening fog.]"
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Wlein's voice dropped low, serious.
"This... is phase two. Something's watching us."
Semuqu shivered.
"I... didn't exactly sign up for the horror genre!"
"[At that moment, a WHUUSSHH!!—a cold wind sweeps from the direction of the gymnasium, as if engulfing the entire area with a ghostly pressure.]"
Aryuhoewqe's flashlight shakes violently, nearly slipping from his hand. "OKAY.. NOT BORED ANYMORE. THIS IS GETTING DANGEROUS."
Qumuwaki tensed, eyes fixed on the swirling fog.
"That's... not ordinary fog. It's moving—like it's... alive. Someone, or something, is out there."
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