Dr. ██: Can I ask, what exactly do you do in your world?

Advisor ██: Didn't I tell you? You can call me the Great Magician or the Wizard. Do you know David Copperfield? I was in the bathroom with him at the same party.

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They've reached the 500th floor, SCP-087-1, once again appeared in front of them, this time at a distance of three meters, probably afraid that Zhang Jue would pounce on it again and beat it up.

Advisor ██ (cold face): Don't you remember, what are you looking at?

SCP-087-1 blinked, seemed to be thinking, and disappeared into the darkness three seconds later.

Dr. ██ (calmly watching the scene): It reminds me of something.

Advisor ██: Oh?

Dr. ██: Gods and Demons are afraid of evil people.

Advisor ██: Thank you for the compliment.

Dr. ██: ...

SCP-087-1 never appeared again. The two of them arrived at the bottom of the stairwell, the 610th floor. The wooden door had been destroyed, bits and pieces of the puppets were scattered around, and the walls were full of bullet holes.

Advisor ██ (looking left and right): Wow, the fight was really intense.

Dr. ██: You're going in? You're not afraid of what's inside?

Advisor ██: I told you, as long as you're not afraid, they're not scary.

The sound of distress came from inside the door and gradually became more apparent. The two walked through the wooden door, and the faceless puppets on either side of the corridor had returned to their original 'hanging' state. When they approached, the puppets began to move. Dr. ██ grabbed the arm of the Advisor ██ with a slightly nervous look.

Dr. ██ (cheeks slightly red): Sorry.

Advisor ██: It's okay. It's my fault for being too charming. Wow, are you carrying two buns in your arms, taking up so much space-

[DATA EXPUNGED].

Advisor ██ (covering the left side of his face): Look, they are not moving now, right?

Dr. ██ (glare): You can't just distract me in a different way!

The corridor was long but not in a straight line. The two of them walked for an hour and reached the end, a huge round stone room. The stone room was about 30 meters in diameter and did not use light-absorbing materials. The lighting equipment used by the two of them had illuminated the whole room.

The walls around it are painted with various symbols of unknown meaning, which should be some kind of incantation. There is a huge circular altar in the center of the stone room, made of black stone, and countless faceless puppets are hanging over the altar. In the center of the altar was a basket carved in stone, which was empty at that time.

Dr. ██: It seems your guess is correct. This looked like some kind of a sacrificial ritual.

Advisor ██ (looking left and right): Ah, I just don't know what it's for. I don't think it's a ritual for taking a dump.

Dr. ██ (helpless): Can't you think of a better scenario?

[DATA EXPUNGED]

Dr. ██: There is a mural here.

Advisor ██ (looking up and down): Wow, quite a story.

The mural has three images. In the first image, a four-legged, eight-handed sphinx is slaughtering a human village with the bodies of villagers at his feet. In the second image, countless villagers kneel in front of a prototype altar, cut their faces off with knives, and bow down reverently. In the third image, an egg appears in a stone basket on the altar, and a baby hatched.

Dr. ██ (full of doubt): Is this to say that these humans used some kind of mysterious ritual to invoke the gods to defeat the demons?

Advisor ██: How to interpret something like this mural is really up to your imagination. Based on these three paintings alone, I can also say this: The monster defeated everyone and forced them to cut off their faces as a sacrifice and hatched his children.

Dr. ██: ...

Since they've entered the stone room, the cry for help disappeared, and the two looked around without finding the source of the sound. There were walls all around and nothing else but the mural. Searching in vain, the two came to the heel of the stone basket in the center of the altar. The Advisor reached out, trying to touch the stone basket, and was stopped by Dr. ██

Dr. ██: You better not to touch it.

Advisor ██ (smiling slightly): You're worried about me?

Dr. ██ (bowing her head): You are a Foundation Special Advisor. I should be worried about your safety.

Advisor ██: I see. Since I'm the Foundation Advisor, am I the strongest here?

Dr. ██: Don't you dare... I have a bad feeling about this.

Advisor ██ (patted her hand and smiled): Don't worry, Did you forget who am I? Ghosts and Gods are afraid of me - if something really happens later, just run for your own sake, don't worry about me, remember, as long as you are not afraid, they are not scary.

Dr. ██stared at the Advisor's eyes for five seconds before releasing her hand and giving up on stopping him. The Advisor's gaze became dull. Dr. ██ looked tense and tried to push the Advisor's body, but the Advisor and the stone basket seemed to create some kind of connection and did not move at all.

The Puppets around him began to move.

Dr. ██ (panic): ██! Wake up, Hey, wake up!

The Advisor's five senses seem to be closed off and didn't respond to the call of Dr. ██. Already, some of the puppets were detached from the rope and gathered towards the direction of the Dr. ██.

Dr. ██ panicked and began to back away. She took out a Colt Pistol from her backpack and shielded herself in front of the Advisor. The puppets surrounded her and Advisor ██ and did not immediately start attacking.

Dr. ██ felt her heart's beat rising exponentially faster, her blood pressure rose, and the sweat of her body trembled. She slowly twisted her head. SCP-087-1, the face with no pupils, was behind her, less than 30 cm away from her face.

Dr. ██: Ahh!! (screaming)

SCP-087-1 was close.

Dr. ██ (breathing heavily): Calm down... don't be afraid...

SCP-087-1 suddenly rushed towards the immobilized Advisor. Dr. ██ moved to the front to protect the Advisor, and because of that, The Advisor was not hurt.

SCP-087-1 rushed towards the Advisor again, and its attack was once again blocked by Dr. ██ SCP-087-1 stared at Dr. ██, changed its target, and started charging towards her.

Dr. ██closed her eyes. A strong gust of wind, and then Dr. ██ opened her eyes.

Advisor ██ (grabs SCP-087-1, drops it to the ground, and stomps its face really hard): Who! Told! You! To! Look! At! Me! Huh?!

SCP-087-1's face was completely disfigured and pulverized.

[DATA EXPUNGED].

Advisor ██ (slightly apologetic): Sorry I'm late, let's go.

Dr. ██ (wiping the corners of her eyes, showing a smile): Thank Goodness.

The Advisor looked around, and the faceless puppets backed off. Advisor ██ spat on SCP-087-1, which he had stepped on, and walked down the altar with Dr. ██

[DATA EXPUNGED]

Addendum:

Ten hours later, Advisor ██and Dr. ██ walked out of SCP-087. During that time, Dr. ██ asked Advisor ██ what he had experienced during that moment.

Advisor ██: Ah, you may not believe me when I say that I had a wet dream, really - even if you beat me.