"(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 (while flashlighting the path): "This isn't just formalin, bro. 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 (looking around): "Is this... the beginning 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 (raises an eyebrow): "Speaking of which, who's bringing Enstaqram content?"
Qumuwaki (points at Semuqu calmly): "Her. She was looking for someone's mini ring light at the cafeteria this afternoon."
Semuqu (defensive): "It was for lighting! 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 (pauses): "Stop. Wait a minute.."
Semuqu (swallowing hard): "So... do we keep going, or pretend we've never been here and just leave?"
Aryuhoewqe (excited, but with a hint of overconfidence): "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 (whispers): "Feels like... we're stepping into an area that should've been shut down by the government..."
Aryuhoewqe (alert): "There's a mystical aura, bro. This isn't just a lab smell. This is the scent of... a bloody plot twist."
Qumuwaki: "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 (frozen): "...Okay. That's not natural."
Aryuhoewqe (whispers): "If this is 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):
"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 (trembling but trying to stay calm):
"Are you... a ghost of a professor who failed his thesis defense?"
Wlein (still theatrical, raises both hands):
"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 (chuckles, grinning): "Eh, chill... I was just cold under the table looking for a drawer key I lost in 2023. But I found new inspiration instead."
Aryuhoewqe (still stunned): "..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 (shivering): "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: "Wait—YOU'RE the one who made the chemistry cabinet DISAPPEAR?!"
Wlein (proud): "Not disappear. I placed it into a Temporary Storage Dimension. So this lab now has a space-saving mode.
Though… I think the cabinet might now be patching a fence in some alternate universe. That's fine."
Semuqu: "Why are you even here this late, senior? Aren't you scared?"
Wlein: "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: "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 (uneasy): "TURN THAT OFF!"
Semuqu (stepping closer): "I'm starting to think you're not a scientist. 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 (whispers to Semuqu):
"The wild part is…
his gadgets are absurd, but… maybe this is how he survives his own world."
Wlein (suddenly serious, staring at them):
"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."
Semuqu: "Wait—what? Are we dealing with an actual SCP now?"
Wlein (pulls out a kettle-shaped gadget): "If you see… something big, with four legs, and it screams 'BWAAAGHH'... throw this.
This is Cold Reaction Tea. It explodes on loud sounds."
Qumuwaki (staring at it): "...Did you just invent a tea grenade?"
Wlein: "Literally. Yes. 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 (serious): "The target was last seen near the biology lab. It's large, shadowy, and... blinking the art room lights."
Aryuhoewqe: "Okay, I can accept it's a weird creature. But how does it 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."
"[They arrive at the biology lab. Wlein examines the surroundings with overconfidence.]"
Wlein: "Let's go in. The monster must have left traces."
Aryuhoewqe: "Or traps. I'm ready. I brought... (pulls out a comb) ...an emergency weapon."
Semuqu (sighs): "A comb isn't for fighting monsters. It's for maintaining dignity."
Qumuwaki (slowly opens the lab door): "While you were debating, 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 (feeling the wall): "This is where I heard... metallic clinks. Then whispers. Then a sound like... a bird singing."
Aryuhoewqe: "A bird singing...? Don't tell me we're looking for Mr. Publius's parrot?"
Semuqu (points to a metal cabinet): "Wait. I hear something too."
(From inside the cabinet, a soft song plays):
"Twinkle... twinkle... little star..."
Aryuhoewqe (panicking): "NOPE. I'm out. This is too... Twilight Zone for my life."
Qumuwaki: "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 (observing): "A parrot... an experiment?"
Semuqu (finds a worn document beneath the cage): "Old notes... 'Experiment #42 – Parrot's response to repetitive audio stimulation. Recorded by: L. Reina'."
Aryuhoewqe (confused): "So the monster you heard... was a karaoke parrot?"
Wlein (pauses): "..Correct. Mystery 1 solved. But perhaps... it's just a small part of a larger scenario.
Like the first clue."
Semuqu: "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: "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: "So what now? Wait for the creature to appear?"
Wlein: "No. Now we know: something lives in this school's night. Not just birds. But... a legacy of fear."
Semuqu: "Or absurd thoughts left unchecked for too long."
Qumuwaki (gazing at the night sky): "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 (looking down at the fog around their feet): "...Okay. This isn't some cheap cinematic effect, right?"
Aryuhoewqe (tense): "Bro... is the fog alive? Or am I just getting more dramatic because of the soundtrack in my head?"
Qumuwaki (frowning, 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 (serious, voice low): "This... is phase two. Something is watching us."
Semuqu (shivering): "I... I really didn't 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 (tense, staring into the fog): "That's... not ordinary fog.
It's moving—like it's... alive. Someone, or something, is out there."
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