You Call Him Just a Doctor? This Guy Is So Strong!
Jas picked up the phone, and O5-10's calm, asured voice echoed through the receiver.
"O5-5 will bring Agent Frederick to finish the final stage of work. I hope you can make so progress before then."
Before Jas could reply, O5-10 added in a dry, almost dismissive tone:
"Oh, and don't worry—idiots like Dr. Tama will not appear again. From now on, you are the one in charge of SCP-3143."
"Understood," Jas said simply.
"It's up to you now, Doctor."
The line went dead with a click.
Across the table, August stared at Jas expectantly. "What do you an by that?"
Jas calmly handed the phone over, then picked up the stack of interview records lying in front of him. His voice was level, but the weight behind it was undeniable.
"I'm in charge now."
August straightened, eyes widening. "You have the final say, Doctor."
It was obvious to both of them—O5-10 had just given Jas the highest level of authority and freedom for this project. But with that freedom ca the crushing weight of responsibility. The eyes of the Foundation were on him.
anwhile, in the Marvel world, the live broadcast audience buzzed with curiosity. Everyone wanted to know how Jas would handle a "lower narrative" entity like Murphy—a fictional detective who existed only within the layers of story itself.
The broadcast screen flickered and went dark. After several tense seconds, the image returned, but it wasn't the sterile fluorescent glow of a Foundation site anymore.
Instead, the audience was staring into a world sketched by harsh, jagged lines, as if drawn by a rough pencil.
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Inside the Detective Agency
The cara panned across an office door:
[INT. Murphy Detective Agency]
Murphy sat behind his desk, wearing a white shirt with a black trench coat hanging loosely off his shoulders. A heavy .44 Magnum rested in a holster under his arm. His posture was relaxed, leaning back in his chair with one leg crossed over the other. A cigarette dangled between his lips, smoke curling upward as he half-heartedly read a newspaper.
The quiet was broken when the door creaked open.
The Marvel audience gasped collectively when the figure that stepped inside was none other than Jas himself.
"What? Jas?!" soone shouted in the chat.
"Oh my god—he's been pulled into the lower narrative too!"
"No way… doesn't that put him in danger?!"
Even S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were in disarray.
Natasha frowned, her eyes narrowing. "Could Murphy have dragged him in here?"
Nick Fury almost agreed—but then he caught Murphy's startled expression on screen and imdiately dismissed the idea.
Murphy lowered the newspaper slowly, his eyes narrowing at Jas.
A gravelly narration echoed through the scene, as if the world itself were alive.
[Narrator: The Foundation's people are usually geeks tied to their desks. But this man? This one was different.]
Murphy's cigarette trembled slightly as recognition flashed in his eyes.
"…I've seen you," he muttered. "Back at the Foundation. Outside that interview room."
The narration followed with a dry chuckle:
[Narrator: A mysterious man had just walked into my office. And for the first ti in a long ti, I felt… wary.]
Jas sat across from Murphy as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Hello, Murphy."
Murphy inhaled smoke, exhaled a cloud, and tried to mask his unease with false calm.
"So, like everyone else, Doc… you need my help?"
Jas's voice was steady. "I do. I need your help with sothing only you can handle."
Murphy tapped ash into an old tray. "I'm listening."
"I'm with the Foundation," Jas said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey from the bottle on the desk. "And my problem is simple: an object has slipped out of our control."
Murphy froze. His pupils shrank in alarm.
[Narrator: Damn it. This wasn't just so simple missing person. This was trouble.]
Murphy stared at Jas, his tone sharpening. "The Foundation has no right to strip any being of its freedom. You know that."
Jas didn't argue. Instead, he poured Murphy a glass of whiskey, slid it across the desk, and raised his own.
"You're not the type to avoid trouble, Murphy," he said evenly. "You're the type who would track trouble down, sit it across the table, and buy it a drink."
The narration clicked again:
[Narrator: …Well, what do you know? This guy understands better than I thought.]
Murphy downed the whiskey in one gulp, his lips curling into a reluctant grin. "Alright, Doc. You want to help you chase down this runaway containnt?"
Jas shook his head.
"No. The Foundation does want to contain anomalies… but this ti, I'm the one making the plan."
Murphy blinked, surprised.
"I want you to keep being a detective," Jas explained, leaning forward slightly. "Only this ti, it won't just be any detective life. It'll be… more exciting."
The narration grew uneasy:
[Narrator: Can I trust this guy? Honestly, I don't know. But if I fought him right now… I think I'd lose.]
Murphy stood, looking down at Jas. But despite the angle, he couldn't shake the feeling that Jas sohow towered over him.
[Narrator: This guy… he's strong. Too strong.]
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Reactions Beyond the Narrative
The Marvel live broadcast erupted.
"What the hell? Strong? Jas is just a researcher!"
"No way, is he hiding so kind of power?"
"Wait—Murphy's actually taking him seriously?!"
Even Natasha was laughing. "Ha! If Murphy knew Jas was just a lab rat, he'd never talk to him like this."
But Nick Fury wasn't laughing. His smile faltered. His gut twisted.
What if Jas wasn't bluffing at all?
He thought back. SCP-3396. The Antitics Division. SCP-239. SCP-166. Each ti, Jas had achieved results that no normal researcher could have managed.
Fury clenched his jaw. For the first ti, he wondered—do I even know who Jas really is?
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The Sunset eting
The scene shifted to a pier at dusk. Jas and Murphy stood side by side, gazing at the glowing horizon.
Two sleek black cars pulled up behind them. A dozen agents in suits stepped out, escorting a frail old woman leaning on a cane.
Her presence commanded imdiate respect.
[Narrator: This woman is O5-5. That's all we can say. Anything more, and you wouldn't live long enough to hear it.]
Her bodyguard trailed close—Agent Frederick, stern as iron, his hand never straying far from his firearm.
O5-5's voice was warm, unexpectedly gentle. "Dr. Jas, it's an honor to finally et you."
Jas bowed politely.
She turned her gaze toward Murphy. "You've done good work these past years, Mr. Murphy."
The words referred to Site-95's containnt breach long ago, but Murphy rely nodded, expression unreadable.
When she offered him a cigarette, Murphy casually plucked it from her lips and tucked it behind his ear. Frederick bristled instantly, hand on his gun, but O5-5 stopped him with a calm wave.
"This man knows how to find ," Murphy said, nodding at Jas. "That's all you need."
O5-5's eyes softened. "Then that's good enough."
As Murphy vanished into the mist, Frederick snapped. "We can't let him walk away! He's an anomaly—he must be contained!"
O5-5 only shook her head. "Forget it, Fred. This is Chinatown. Besides… Dr. Jas has already done his job."
Jas's voice carried quietly, but firmly: "The Foundation doesn't just need control. It needs allies with a sense of justice. And Murphy… agreed."
The broadcast froze on Murphy's silhouette fading into the fog.
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Aftermath
The audience exploded.
"Wait—did Murphy just join the Foundation?"
"Holy crap, Jas actually convinced him?!"
"This is insane! They have a narrative-level ally now!"
S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were equally stunned. Natasha shook her head. "Murphy's never trusted the Foundation. Why now? What did Jas say to him that changed everything?"
Nick Fury didn't answer. His eyes stayed glued to the darkened screen, his face hardening with a thought he didn't dare voice.
Was Jas still just a researcher? Or had the world completely underestimated him?
anwhile, at Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One folded her hands. Her expression was thoughtful, almost troubled.
Yes, so SCP entities had aided the Foundation before—SCP-105, SCP-073, SCP-076-2. But they were either unstable, limited, or dangerous allies.
Murphy was different. Upright. Powerful. And now… aligned.
For the first ti, the Ancient One considered a new possibility.
"Perhaps," she whispered, "enemies can be turned into friends. Perhaps even the Outer Gods can be…"
Her voice trailed off into the silence.
The Marvel world had just shifted again—and Jas was at the center of it.
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