Just three files?
The audience watching the Marvel universe's live broadcast couldn't hide their disappointnt. After such a thrilling introduction to the antitic horrors of SCP-055, they had been hoping for a deeper dive. But only three docunts appeared?
Worse still, one of them was SCP-055, which they had already seen.
But then—soone made a sharp observation.
"Wait... there are three?"
That ant SCP-055 wasn't the only entity connected to antitic phenona. Suddenly, the audience buzzed with speculation.
"If Jas only found three files… could it an the others were erased?"
"Were his mories tampered with? Or is this all that remains?"
Everyone's attention focused back on the screen, anticipation building. What secrets were buried in Jas' lost mories?
The scene shifted.
A stern-looking woman stood beside Jas. Her sharp features were carved from ice, and her voice matched the chill.
"The O5 Council has approved your request. You are hereby granted temporary operational authority over Mobile Task Force Eta-10—See No Evil."
As her words ended, a prompt materialized on the screen:
[Mobile Task Force Eta-10: "See No Evil"]
Task Force Mission: Eta-10 specializes in the investigation, acquisition, and initial containnt of objects or entities that display visual cognitohazards, visual tic agents, or any phenonon requiring indirect observation to ensure safety.
The Marvel audience blinked in surprise.
Then chaos.
"Wait, what?! He's being given control of a full task force?"
"That's insane! When did the Foundation ever hand out power this easily?"
"The O5s must know sothing big is coming… or they're using Jas as bait!"
"This guy's pulling off the craziest campaign we've ever seen!"
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., agents murmured among themselves. But it was Natasha Romanoff who raised a crucial point.
Her voice was calm, but her words were piercing.
"Hold on… if there's a task force that handles s, shouldn't there be one for antis?"
Nick Fury's brows furrowed. The question caught him off guard—but it made too much sense.
He turned back to the screen, watching the Overseer. Her deanor remained unchanged—aloof, precise.
But now, Fury was uneasy.
The Foundation had just given Jas authority and support out of nowhere. That wasn't standard protocol.
Unless...
Unless the Foundation was already aware of a larger threat—and they couldn't handle it alone.
Fury clenched his jaw.
Was there an Antitics Division they'd all forgotten?
Was it possible?
He wanted to say no. He wanted to laugh off the thought.
But in his gut, the chill wouldn't go away.
Jas remained silent.
He didn't ask for an explanation. He didn't say thank you. He simply took the file handed to him and stepped forward.
The Overseer followed without a word.
He placed the file on the desk and slowly opened it.
SCP-2256.
[Project Na: Big Thing]
[Item #: SCP-2256]
[Object Class: Euclid]
The mont the number appeared on the screen, the audience fell into stunned silence.
Another antitic entity?
Before anyone could speak, the Overseer posed a direct question.
"There are over a hundred docunts flagged with tic or antitic traits. Why choose these three?"
Jas responded in a low voice.
"Because these are the only three I rember seeing."
His words hung in the air.
He didn't elaborate. He simply ran his fingers along the edge of the file, lost in thought.
The Overseer said nothing. She rely watched him, her expression unreadable.
[Special Containnt Procedures: All information related to SCP-2256 possesses a slow antitic erosion effect. The more detailed or accurate the description, the faster the degradation of the storage dium.]
[High-resolution text, electronic records, or photographs decay rapidly. Handwritten notes, sketches, and simple analog formats persist longer.]
[As such, only rough, low-detail digital records are permitted, while critical information is to be preserved in physical hard copy at Repository 1-053, Site 19.]
[These data must be routinely monitored for corruption. No known technology can prevent or reverse the antitic erosion once it begins.]
The live chat exploded again.
"Holy hell! This one corrupts files based on the detail level?!"
"So it's like a virus that eats information?"
"It's like reality doesn't want this thing to be rembered!"
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury's eyes narrowed as the file continued to scroll.
The description added another layer of horror.
[This antitic property persists. SCP-2256 is classified as Euclid. However, the entity is considered extinct, and no additional containnt is currently required.]
That line hit like a thunderclap.
"Extinct?" Natasha Romanoff whispered.
Fury exchanged a glance with Victor Hale, who was just as confused.
Antitic entities were dangerous enough when active—but an extinct anomaly still corrupting mory and storage?
It sounded paradoxical.
But the horror was only beginning.
[Description: SCP-2256 is a colossal animal species that once inhabited the Polynesian Islands in the South Pacific.]
[This species evolved a basic antitic camouflage—a primitive cognitive defense chanism. As a result, creatures capable of perception or mory are unable to retain information about it.]
[This ability likely developed as an evolutionary trait to avoid predators.]
Stark Tower, Manhattan
Tony Stark stared at the projected screen hovering in midair.
"…It evolved the ability to be forgotten?"
He ran a hand through his hair.
"So there are creatures out there with natural antitic camouflage? We're not dealing with science anymore. This is… biological magic."
Back on screen, Jas flipped the page slowly. The docunt was hand-sketched, written in faint graphite, and clearly worn by ti.
Despite its physical simplicity, it felt heavier than steel.
SCP-2256 had existed in the world—and no one rembered it. Not the people, not the scientists, not the Foundation itself.
And still, its influence lingered.
It was a remnant of a world we had already forgotten.
And if creatures like this had already been lost to ti, how many others had simply vanished from the annals of mory?
Jas closed the file, eyes unreadable.
He picked up the second folder.
The audience leaned forward.
"Co on, show us the second one!"
"This is getting insane..."
Jas opened the second file slowly.
The title was blurred—half-erased.
But one thing was clear.
This wasn't just about forgetting anymore.
This was about a war—a war waged in silence, buried beneath the layers of cognition itself.
And Jas had just stepped into the frontlines.
To be continued…
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