The wall dripped with mucus as a strange hand flew out of the odd-colored spot in the wall. Then came an arm, and then a completely black and decomposed body. It was an old man who looked long dead. He wore a jacket almost as black as his skin, and very little else.

He then walked in the air, dripping his vile mucus as he went, until he reached the middle of the corridor. Stopping to turn and look at Mokou. Dead and lifeless black orbs caught themselves in a staring contest with red, immortal eyes. For a moment, Mokou shook, looking at the dead man. Immortal as she may be, and having died countless times before, body horror wasn't something the girl enjoyed.

"What the hell is with you?" Was all the Japanese she could muster to say.

A gasping breath escaped the strange man. Something he seemed to repeat.

Then he started walking toward her, slowly moving from his position in air to one on the ground. Even more so than the bird-masked man from earlier, his walk cycle was incredibly gradual. Flowing still, but it was off-putting to even look at him.

Raising her arm, she swung her arm forward and created big patches of flame that expanded outward. They scorched the walls around them and set the deformed wall aflame. Her claws of fire passed right into him, and there was an angry groan that sounded most befitting of his decomposing nature. Once the smoke and flame were blown away by the force of her rather weak attack only a second later, he was gone. It was hard to tell if he passed through the ground or something. So she looked around and found the grated floor was slightly bent and looked corroded and rusted.

She took a few steps forward and then crouched down at the place where he most recently was. Feeling up the floor for a moment. First where her flame had touched, and then where it merely looked corroded. For a moment, she felt nothing wrong and turned her palm around to look at the mucus. Using her index finger to wipe it on her thumb.

It was then she noticed something, the flesh around the hand started to blacken. Pretty quickly, her entire hand looked far more purple than it had done before. Fujiwara no Mokou was unafraid of death, but there was no reason to go through with pain if she didn't have to. So she shook her hand at first, mucus flying off of her hand and to the ground. No feelings in her fingers. A second later, it was as if they became paralyzed.

As if on instinct, she shot up from her crouched position.

Although painful, Mokou handled this very often. She could hold enough focus to use her own sorcery. Thus, her hand erupted in fire as if it were the wing of a phoenix. Removing any of the mucus from her hand, but leaving it damaged from the previous corrosion. Breathing heavily, she now stared at her almost deformed hand with a frown on her face.

"Where'd you go?" She asked rhetorically and looked around at the wall he first came out from. The sound of something sticky touching something came from down under her. Before she could really react, his hand pushed itself against the back of her right femur, instantly spreading his corrosion through that part of her body. For a moment, the girl unexpectedly yelped in pain and lost her balance. Catching it for just a moment before she lost all sense of control over the leg. Mokou fell over onto her side, her pants still mostly intact, just with a hole on the back of her thigh. Groaning, she tried pushing herself up onto her right knee, clanking against the metal grating. There was something very wrong with her left leg though, she watched as the left side of her pants flopped around. It was as if her leg had fallen off. The girl could only stare in surprise.

Then suddenly, she felt herself pulled backwards and down into darkness.

Sitting on her knee and barely balancing herself, Mokou's vision got used to the total dark she'd been taken to.

Now, the immortal found herself in a decrepit and old, almost round room with passages leading in every direction. The ground felt hard like stone, that she was sure of, but it looked just as corroded as the walls the old man had passed through.

As she couldn't regenerate without dying, Mokou sighed angrily and began to limp forward using her arms and her knee. Better to throw herself against whatever was here until dying and then getting herself out when she was intact. Out of curiosity and for the sake of not breaking everything around her, Mokou had avoided letting loose much of her power. Now, the girl didn't feel so inclined to do that. But still, it'd be irritating as long as she was like this.

So she dragged herself along into the passage in front of her. It was dark, but she had no fear.

It took forever to get anywhere. But eventually, Mokou saw herself entering a slightly lit place. The walls were now white, and the ground was tiled. Deteriorated like all else in this place. This was a four-way intersection. Faint sounds of terrible breathing could be heard in the background, knowing who it was, the girl spent no effort in looking at him. Continuing to crawl on her knee, deciding to try and pass through the hallway in front of her.

The air felt far less muggy as she left the passage for a room that was lit completely red. Mokou stared at what she was seeing and felt an unnatural urge to raise her head and look at something. A pair of two white dots, position right next to each other, stared right back at her. All she could muster the felling to do was to grit her teeth and groan.

Then sudden, she felt her head forced to jerk down and looked at the ground. Something had been written.

Being a Japanese native, older than any contact with the western world and Japan, she had no chance to understand it.

YOUR HAIR SMELLS SO NICE

She paused, thinking of something to say.

"...You know, I can't read this... -And with how much moss and rot there is here, I could start a firestorm."

Unaware to Mokou, despite her rather enhanced regeneration thanks to the elixir helping her nullify the effects, the dimension was deteriorating anything in it. As the girl tried to move her previously misshapen hand, it simply fell apart, looking like it had been made of charcoal. It became very problematic to see shortly after, and she just resorted to collapsing on the ground. There, she laid for what seemed like an entire day. Eventually, Mokou lost all feeling in her arms.

Whether it was actually a few minutes or not, the girl didn't care. Knowing she'd be fine in the end.

And thus, Mokou hit the edge of death.

Her eyes flashed open, and she spun up onto her feet. Stamina, power and everything completely renewed. The first thing she did was erupt in a massive flame, blowing the moss-like covering on the walls to cinders. Any part of her that had fallen off turned to ash and embers, no longer serving a purpose. Her former leg had been replaced.

In combination with a groan only the most sore throat could make, the old man who looked down at her from his throne made a sound. "...Hmm?"

"And it's all good again! Now, don't go thinking I'm some ordinary human!" She stated, letting her hair fly in the wind and making sure that the slightly deteriorated paper stuck by her waist didn't burn. Mokou created two wings of fire behind her and then flew toward the old man on the throne that she could barely see. Even with all the fire in his throne room. There were mere instants until she made her way to him, and for each one, more and more of the room was showered in a blaze. Her sorcery was quite potent, not just the flames, and much of it mystical. An immortal like her had much time to master many crafts. Right now, that meant his corrosion had much lessened effect.

Mokou stopped right before him and aimed to dick down unto him, as if to kill or scare off the youkai-like being with an explosion of fire. It was difficult to tell if he thought anything as he stood there, staring at her. One thing she could absolutely notice was a difficulty in following her movements.

"RYAH!" The phoenix girl then yelled and tried to kick straight down unto him. In this short span of time, she failed to notice how his expression twisted from glee to irritation. Twisted as his voice was, there was an audible grumble of anger.

Mokou was only offered a split second to realize she was not in the pocket dimension anymore. Light invaded her eyesight from all sides and she hit the ground, sending the room she was banished to into turmoil.

Computers, tables, floor tiles, paper and chairs were flung all over the place. Set on fire and shattered into pieces. Mokou rose from the flames, unharmed. Looking around the area, she had just found herself in. Aside from her raging fire, it didn't look all that different from any of the previous rooms in the facility. She felt safe in assuming she had been kicked out of whatever dimension she was taken to. Sighing in relief, she strolled toward one of the doors. Covered to some degree in still-burning wood, it didn't look like it'd be good if something burnt on it, so she kicked it out of the way. Next, she clicked the button that slid the door open.

Fwiiish~

Fujiwara no Mokou let her messy silver hair drag across the floor, walking out into another four-way intersection. The halls looked quite different from the last two places she'd been to.

She wasn't sure where to go.

And that's Mokou's introduction to 106.

I plan on having a few of these scenes where she ends up meeting the SCPs for the first time. She'll have a bit more extensive interactions later, but for now, I'm trying to have fun with just this.

She won't be leaving the facility for a bit, mostly because she doesn't know where the exit is. In a sense, she's also caught in the middle of an incident and may not take kindly to tons of killing, even if she's a murderer herself.

The chapter title is a rather pointless MUGEN reference.