Mash-up Anime World: Creating the SCP Foundation to Contain Anomalies

The scream was piercing.

Fortunately, it didn't last long.

With a casual flick of his hand, Haruto adjusted his strength.

The guy whose leg had been twisted, who had been screaming nonstop—Was sent flying. His chest took a heavy blow; several ribs broke, and he couldn't catch his breath.

He went into shock and shut up.

Haruto had perfectly controlled the force.

It was the kind where—if not treated quickly, it'd be bad—but if treated, the victim wouldn't die.

Just... suffer a lot.

Right now, Haruto had no intention of killing anyone.

These people would be useful later.

Silence fell across the plaza.

Everyone turned to look at Haruto, especially the group who had just been mocking the girl moments ago—Two of them even wet themselves on the spot.

A disgusting stench spread through the air.

They were scared out of their minds. Haruto had appeared so suddenly—And his attack had been too brutal.

None of them dared to make a sound.

"What? You want me to escort you too?"

Haruto said with a gentle smile.

The moment he spoke, the group scattered like rats, crawling away in terror.

They didn't dare say a single word—

Afraid that if they were even a second too slow, something important would be broken.

Watching them flee in panic—

Haruto nodded in satisfaction.

That's more like it.

As the saying goes: a wise man submits to fate.

If anyone still had the guts to jump out and start shouting at this point, that would've been a third-rate web novel trope.

Just then, the begging girl tugged gently on Haruto's sleeve.

Everyone else around him stared at Haruto in horror, but this girl actively approached and spoke to him.

"Sir, please leave quickly. People will come soon. You'll get in trouble."

She said, visibly anxious.

She knew very well—Haruto had acted to protect her.

Even though that meant she'd likely be dragged into this too—Maybe even expelled from the Tokyo Area.

Still, she cared more about his safety.

Haruto was probably the first person who had ever shown her any kindness. So, no matter what happened, she wanted to repay it.

But Haruto simply reached down and lifted her into his arms. He didn't care that her ragged clothes might dirty his own.

"Eh!?"

The girl gasped—

She felt the weightlessness of being lifted, then fell into a warm embrace.

Just as the girl had said—

People investigating the violence would arrive soon.

So he left.

The plaza was too crowded—too inconvenient to deal with things there.

As she was carried away, the girl was flustered—

But didn't resist.

The reason was simple:

That warm embrace was the first she'd ever felt since birth.

As a Cursed Child, she had been labeled a monster by her parents and abandoned.

Forget warm hugs—Her life so far had been hell.

In this world—No one would ever willingly hug a filthy Cursed Child.

Meanwhile, Tendo Kisara walked up.

"Haruto-kun, you're in big trouble now. The security department will definitely come knocking."

Even though she said that, Kisara didn't look the least bit worried. Instead, the girl in Haruto's arms went pale.

"Sir, hand me over. Then they'll let you go... I still have a little sister..."

Before she could finish, Haruto interrupted.

"Take care of your own sister."

The girl immediately fell silent.

Kisara, on the other hand, chuckled beside them.

"So cold, Haruto-kun~"

Haruto rolled his eyes.

The three of them returned to the office. As soon as they arrived, Haruto shoved the girl into Kisara's arms.

"Go get her cleaned up."

Kisara smirked teasingly.

"Oho? Are you going to eat her after she's washed clean, Haruto-kun? Don't tell me you're a lolicon?"

Haruto snorted.

"No. I just thought you were starting to smell. She just happened to be along for the ride."

Hearing that, Kisara exploded.

As a pampered noble lady, being told she smelled was unforgivable. But the problem was—Haruto might actually be right.

Yesterday, she'd been fleeing for her life outside the Tokyo Area. After returning, she was exhausted from helping with reports.

She had planned to fall into Haruto's arms and rest a bit.

But she got too comfortable... and fell asleep.

This morning, she rushed out early to line up at the public safety bureau and didn't have time to shower.

So yeah... she probably did smell a bit.

Gritting her teeth, she raised her little fists and stormed into the bathroom with the little girl in her arms.

If not for the fact she couldn't beat Haruto, she'd have landed a few punches.

How dare he say a beautiful girl smells!?

(T/N: Yea, they smell and contrary to common belief(delusion), girls do fart XD.)

Haruto sat down by the door, quietly waiting for the expected visitors.

Inside the bathroom—The little beggar girl had been too dazed to react when she was dragged in. It wasn't until Kisara started undressing her that the girl finally snapped out of it.

"Um... bringing me here will cause you trouble. I'm a Cursed Child. You really don't need to be this nice to me. Please hand me over..."

She said, anxious.

"That's for the guy outside to decide. Try persuading him later."

Kisara shrugged, tossing the decision to Haruto.

She held no prejudice against Cursed Children—In fact, she rather liked them. She just didn't have the power—or the time, thanks to her revenge plans—to help them before.

Soon, she had completely undressed the little girl, leaving only the cloth wrapped around her eyes.

The child's body was covered in horrifying scars.

Burns, knife wounds, deep bruises—

Cursed Children had incredible healing power. Normally, injuries would vanish quickly, leaving no scars.

But the damage this girl had suffered—

Was the kind that went beyond comprehension.

Kisara fell silent.

She turned on the shower and began gently washing the girl.

Just then, a knock came at the front door.

The beggar girl instantly tried to get up, but Kisara pulled her back into her arms.

"That man outside..."

Before she could finish, the sound of the door closing reached her ears.

She froze.

Haruto's footsteps were still inside the office.

The group that had been coming with such force—

Had left.

She was dumbfounded.

"Sounds like it's handled. No need to rush. You can talk to him later."

Kisara said softly.

The girl fell silent.

Then, after a moment, she asked quietly:

"Why... are you treating me so well?"

Kisara thought for a moment before replying:

"Because Haruto-kun is gentle to every human being."

At least, that was what Kisara believed.

Even though Haruto constantly talked about destroying the world, he showed deep compassion to those he still considered human.

But the girl was stunned.

Because what Kisara described was completely opposite to what she had seen. Haruto had shattered someone's leg—Yet treated a Cursed Child like her with great kindness.

Seeing her confused expression—

Kisara laughed lightly.

Because before she understood Haruto's definition of humanity—

She'd been confused too.

"Anyway, ask him yourself later."

Before long, the bath was finished.

The little girl emerged, wearing an oversized T-shirt. Her own clothes had been too tattered to salvage. So she could only wear one of Kisara's.

She walked quickly over to Haruto and untied the cloth over her eyes.

Kisara, following behind, clenched her fists as she saw the scene.

What a sight it was...

The girl spoke softly:

"My mother thought my red eyes were ugly—so she poured molten lead into them. I'm a Cursed Child... You really don't need to treat me so well, sir, I—"

Before she could finish—

A warm hand gently caressed her cheek.

The girl froze.

Others had seen her eyes before.

She didn't know what it looked like—But every time, people would back away, even scream. No one had ever touched her after seeing her eyes.

They were scary, disgusting—

Everyone avoided her.

"It must've hurt, didn't it?"

Haruto's words made her tremble.

Did it hurt?

Of course it hurt.

But no one had ever cared.

Everyone wished she would just die.

Even her own mother had done something so horrifying.

o how could anyone else possibly care?

Haruto's fingers gently brushed the corner of her eyes.

Fixing this wouldn't be easy.

The physical damage was fixable—he could extract the lead and inject RC-cell repair fluid. But the emotional scars—

Those were almost impossible to heal.

The pain ran through every memory she had—

Even memory erasure wouldn't be enough to fix it.