The live broadcast room was deathly quiet at first.
Viewers could clearly see the dramatic shift in Jas's deanor—his expression turned grave, his posture tense—but no one could quite understand what triggered the change.
"Wait, what just happened?"
"Yeah! Why did Jas suddenly tell them to evacuate Site-17? Did sothing happen?"
"I thought they were just arguing. Was there sothing more serious behind it?"
"I'm so confused. My head is spinning..."
"..."
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
Natasha Romanoff sat before the screen, just as perplexed as the audience.
But she could tell Nick Fury had picked up on sothing crucial. Turning to him, she asked, "Boss, what's going on?"
All eyes in the room turned to Fury.
He rubbed his chin for a mont before speaking slowly. "If I rember correctly, SCP-239 was imrsed in a kind of role-play scenario."
Natasha nodded. "Yeah, she thinks she's a witch."
"To be precise," Fury corrected, "a kind-hearted, righteous witch."
Natasha frowned. "Okay… but what's the problem?"
Fury narrowed his one good eye, his voice dropping to a grim tone. "Imagine this. The character you're playing is full of justice and compassion. Now ask yourself—what does a good person do for such a righteous witch?"
Natasha's face slowly drained of color. Her breath caught.
"They protect her," she whispered. "Good people… would absolutely protect the righteous witch..."
The realization hit her like a thunderbolt. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the screen. Fear—raw and bone-deep—settled in.
Back at Site-17
Jas stord out of the conference room and headed directly to his quarters.
Without hesitation, he tore open a drawer and pulled out a silver pistol. His hands moved quickly but with icy precision. At the sa ti, he called Zyn and Lois.
Lois picked up first. His voice sounded distant and anxious. "I've already applied for reassignnt to Site-14. I'm leaving Site-17 as soon as possible."
Jas pressed further. "What about Zyn?"
"She's gone. Headed for Site-19. Left this morning."
Though Lois didn't say it out loud, his trembling voice betrayed his fear. He didn't ask any questions—perhaps because deep down, he already understood what was coming.
"Be careful, Jas!" he added before ending the call.
Jas stared at the phone for a beat, then muttered, "Yeah. Work's going just fine."
Snap.
The unmistakable sound of a gun loading echoed in the room.
He stroked the pistol gently. His entire deanor shifted—no longer just cold or composed. Now he exuded lethal resolve.
The chat exploded with stunned ssages.
"A pistol? What the hell is Jas planning?"
"Don't tell … he's going to rebel?"
But Jas wasn't done. He activated a recorder and began to speak.
"Dr. Clef's termination plan for SCP-239 is highly feasible…"
He paused.
"Unfortunately, Clef made a fatal mistake. Instead of transmitting the plan through a secure channel, he presented it at the eting—where far too many people heard it."
He took a slow breath and continued.
"As recorded in Incident Report 239-A, SCP-239 has made contact with over a dozen personnel at Site-17. Whether through sympathy or due to its reality-warping influence, four doctors have now demonstrated irrational behavior—actively attempting to stop Clef from executing the plan."
Jas's voice dropped into a chilling calm.
"I suspect the plan has already been leaked. SCP-239's containnt is on the verge of failure."
The chatroom went into chaos.
"WAIT, WHAT?!"
"A Keter-level, fourth-level reality bender is about to breach containnt?!"
"No way—he's saying the doctors have been mind-warped into protecting her!"
"No wonder they were fighting in that eting. Damn it, they've been compromised!"
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Natasha, pale-faced, whispered, "He knew… from the start. That's why he urged his friends to leave…"
She watched the lone figure of Jas on the screen. His back was straight, his stride firm. There was sothing noble—tragically noble—about him.
"But why didn't he leave too?" she murmured.
Fury sighed heavily. "Would Jas be the type to run?"
She had no response.
Back on Screen
Jas placed the recorder and gun on the table and exited his room. He weaved through the corridors, finally returning to the now-empty conference room.
He stopped a passing researcher.
"Is the eting over? What happened?"
The man adjusted his glasses awkwardly and tried to force a smile. "What do you think? Clef's a lunatic. He actually suggested killing the 'kind witch.' His plan was shut down."
Jas gave him a long, unreadable stare. The man fidgeted under his gaze.
"So… where are Dr. Clef and Dr. Kondraki?" Jas asked.
The researcher's eyes darted. "Kondraki's in the SCP-408 observation lab. As for Clef… maybe he returned to Site-19?"
He didn't wait for more questions and hurried off, clearly spooked.
Jas stood still, thinking deeply.
Kamar-Taj
The Ancient One didn't need to guess. She'd noticed it the mont the researcher walked away—green energy particles subtly clinging to his body.
It was the unmistakable sign of a mind altered by reality distortion.
Things were spiraling fast.
And Jas… Jas had chosen to stay behind.
Stark Tower
Tony Stark watched the broadcast in silence, his arms crossed. "So the guy's trying to be a hero again? That's suicide."
But there was admiration in his tone.
Rhodes stood beside him. "Clef might still pull this off, right?"
Tony didn't look convinced. "You're talking about a man with a gun fighting a god-level child who can rewrite reality like fanfiction."
Rhodes shrugged. "Hasn't stopped Jas before."
Tony sighed, glancing at the screen with quiet hope. "Don't die on us, Jas. We need your data logs."
Suddenly, the screen went black.
Then flickered back to life.
Days had passed. Now, the feed showed Jas and Dr. Kondraki in conversation.
Ksshh—Snap!
Dr. Kondraki lit a cigarette and offered one to Jas, who declined.
"I gotta say," Kondraki said, puffing, "your insight is terrifying. Not many people could deduce the containnt breach risk just from those hints."
"What's the status now?" Jas asked, tone flat.
"Clef got a warning from the higher-ups. He's en route to Site-17. Still hellbent on carrying out the plan."
Jas said nothing, rely held out his hand.
Kondraki passed him a docunt. "Sent by Clef to HQ five hours ago. It's… well, just read it."
Jas read silently:
I, Alto Clef, being of sound mind and body, hereby declare that the actions I'm about to take are solely my own. I've received no official orders. I'm acting alone.
Also, I'm a liar. Which part of the above is false? I leave that to post-incident investigators. Maybe I lied about being a liar. That's a loop that'll break your brain.
Kondraki exhaled smoke with a sigh. "The man has a title, you know—'The Father of Lies.'"
Jas kept reading:
I've waited too long. It's ti to act.
If my suspicions are correct and Site-17 has been compromised, soone will inevitably warn SCP-239 about the termination plan.
No one can predict the consequences after that.
Thanks to my unique psychological composition, I'm immune to her reality-warping. But a CK-class reality shift? That's still a CK-class shift. I like the world the way it is.
The entire audience watching—millions of viewers across the Marvel Universe—was shaken.
He'd predicted it. Jas had been right all along.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Fury leaned forward, eyes glued to one line: "My unique flaws protect from reality distortion."
"He's immune?" he whispered.
More excerpts followed:
I've created weapons using telekill alloy. Multiple forms, multiple ranges. Everything prepared.
What disappoints is how the Foundation refuses to act. They know how dangerous she is. And yet they hesitate.
Maybe it's the reality warping. Or maybe they're just too attached to the image of a dangerous weapon shaped like a little girl.
Either way, I've had enough.
The feed faded.
And so did the remaining illusions.
What ca next would be a battle no one could forget—between the Foundation's greatest liar…
…and a godlike child who didn't even know she was a threat.
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