No one knew exactly what Jas said to SCP-239, but the effect was imdiate. Hesitation flickered across SCP-239's youthful face.
The entire audience in the live broadcast room held their breath, hearts pounding in their chests.
Everyone feared that, with a single wrong word, Jas might be transford into a harmless kitten—or worse, a helpless puppy.
Fortunately, the worst-case scenario didn't happen.
Jas chatted with SCP-239 for a few minutes, during which she nodded several tis, seemingly reassured. Finally, Jas stood up, said a few more words, and gestured toward the door.
SCP-239 hesitated, glanced at her "spell book," and, after a brief pause, handed it over to Jas.
Although SCP-239 usually spoke very little, once they left the containnt room, she began to chatter softly as they walked through the corridors.
While passing through an office, Jas stopped, picked up a thick book from a table, and tucked it under his arm.
It appeared to be a Chinese dictionary.
He gestured between the dictionary and the "spell book," making an exaggerated comparison.
SCP-239 giggled, covered her mouth shyly, and then, taking Jas' hand, led him in a specific direction.
Seeing this, the live broadcast room erupted—not in panic this ti, but in overwhelming relief.
The storm had passed.
What followed was a tidal wave of excitent and adrenaline finally released in the form of a barrage of comnts:
"Holy crap! I didn't even dare to breathe just now!"
"Damn it! Sa here! I was scared that just one wrong look would make a garden gno."
"Jas is so brave! How is he not worried about provoking SCP-239?"
"Lucky lunatic! Haha!"
"——"
anwhile, at S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury wiped his forehead and felt cold sweat soaking the back of his shirt.
Even though he had witnessed Jas' boldness and cunning several tis before, this scene once again chilled him to the bone.
He tried to catch his breath—but sothing clicked in his mind.
Where was Jas going now?
His heart skipped a beat.
Dr. Clef wasn't dead yet!
What if Jas accidentally ran into that lunatic?
Nick Fury's dark face turned visibly pale.
Before he could shout out orders, the cara feed changed.
The screen no longer showed Jas but zood in on a strange spherical machine.
It was a large, chanical ball—about 1.35 ters tall—with two robotic legs and arms, each with six dexterous fingers and two thumbs.
The surface of the machine was covered in tubes, cables, clockwork chanisms, and exposed gears.
The upper half was open like a cockpit...
And inside the cockpit, seated confidently, was a golden retriever.
Yes.
A golden retriever.
Wearing tiny black-frad glasses.
The dog skillfully operated the spherical cha with its front paws, its expression full of intelligence—and even, surprisingly, a trace of excitent.
At the sa ti, text appeared on the screen:
[Na: Kain Pathos Crow]
[Position: High-Level Researcher, Professor]
[Introduction: A successful interdisciplinary researcher at a young age, specializing in biochemistry and robotics. His body was permanently transford into a dog due to an abnormal event.]
For a mont, the entire Marvel world fell into dead silence.
Not a sound in the live broadcast room.
Then—
BOOM!
The world exploded into noise.
"WTF!? A dog can be a high-level researcher?!"
"My worldview... it's shattered again."
"First Clef with his creepy shadow, then Kondraki commanding illusionary butterflies, now we get Professor Dog piloting a cha?"
"Is anyone in the Foundation normal?!"
Everyone scread internally, but they barely had ti to react.
Because in the footage, Professor Kain was about to face a new enemy.
A monstrous dog—the size of a calf—appeared, blocking his path.
The creature was about 1.5 ters tall and two ters long, with a pair of leathery, bat-like wings growing from its shoulder blades.
Covered in black fur, it snarled nacingly, saliva dripping from its fangs as it growled at Kain.
Unfazed, Kain coolly maneuvered the cha past it.
But the beast lunged, furious at being ignored.
ROAR!
In a flash, Kain's comical-looking egg-shaped cha burst into action, moving with shocking speed.
One of its chanical arms shot out, pinning the monstrous dog mid-air.
Then—boom—Kain deployed a hidden weapon: a crystalization module.
The beast was instantly encased in solid crystal, shattering like glass with a gust of wind.
Kain snorted disdainfully.
"Mongrel. Makes a nice lawn ornant."
With that, he drove the cha onward.
Watching this, the audience couldn't help but laugh.
Wasn't this supposed to be a horror broadcast?
How did it suddenly turn into a fantasy action movie?
Still, many viewers felt their hearts lighten.
At least now, Jas wasn't alone.
With Professor Kain around—even if the cha looked funny—they had hope.
But just when things seed to be improving, the screen shifted again.
Dr. Clef reappeared.
Wearing his familiar, ragged white coat, he limped through the halls.
Though battered, his injuries had almost healed.
But he wasn't alone.
Facing him was an elderly Black woman, standing calmly in his path.
The live broadcast room fell into confusion again.
Another doctor?
Before anyone could speak, Dr. Clef barked sharply:
"Dr. Bright! Are you here to stop too?"
???
Dr. Bright?
Wasn't Dr. Bright supposed to be a middle-aged man?
Natasha Romanoff frowned.
"Different person? Sa na?"
But then the system displayed a new prompt:
[Na: Jack Bright]
[Position: High-Level Researcher, PhD, HR Manager]
[Introduction: After an accidental death during a containnt failure, his soul entered SCP-963, granting him immortality. Anyone who touches SCP-963 becos possessed by Dr. Bright.]
The mont this information appeared, the broadcast fell utterly silent.
And then—
BOOM.
Another explosion of shock.
"WHAT THE HELL!?"
"Soul possession?!"
"Bright lives by jumping bodies? That's insane!"
Even Nick Fury's eye twitched.
But then ca another surprise.
In the footage, Dr. Bright reached into his bag—
Dr. Clef imdiately reacted without hesitation.
BANG!
A shot rang out.
Dr. Bright crumpled to the ground, blood pooling around his head.
The entire Marvel world gasped.
Wasn't Bright his friend?
How could Clef kill him so casually?
Even more chilling, Bright's dying face wore an eerie, aningless smile...
Clef crouched over Bright's body, rifling through his belongings, his brow furrowed.
"Sothing's wrong," Clef muttered darkly. "Everything is wrong."
From Bright's bag, Clef pulled out two peculiar items:
The first was a small, brightly colored ball.
A prompt popped up:
[Na: Bouncy Ball]
[Item Number: SCP-018]
[Object Class: Euclid]
[Description: SCP-018 looks like a child's toy, but with a rebound efficiency over 200%. After several bounces, it becos a deadly projectile capable of speeds over 100 kiloters per hour.]
The audience froze.
This wasn't a toy—it was a freaking cannonball!
Especially in confined spaces—this thing was lethal!
The second item was even more insane.
[Item #: SCP-776]
[Object Class: Euclid]
[Description: SCP-776 is a six-sided die. Each side produces a different elental effect—lightning, snow, water, stone, fire, or wind—depending on the result rolled.]
The live broadcast room went berserk.
"A bouncy ball that's basically a missile... and a die that summons natural disasters?!"
"The Foundation is insane! INSANE!"
"Bright risked death to deliver weapons?! That's actually... touching?"
At S.H.I.E.L.D., many agents burst out laughing.
But Fury's smile slowly disappeared.
"Send equipnt…" he muttered.
Suddenly, everything clicked in his mind like a jigsaw puzzle snapping together.
"Shit!" he cursed, slamming the table.
Everyone turned toward him.
Nick Fury's one eye burned with realization:
"From Clef's madness to Kondraki's confrontation to Bright's 'equipnt delivery'—doesn't it all seem... staged?"
Assistant Maria Hill blinked.
"You an… deliberate?"
Fury nodded vigorously.
"Yes! Like soone's following a script! And Clef is just the villain."
"Then who's the protagonist?" Maria asked quietly.
Fury grinned grimly.
"Jas."
anwhile, back in the footage:
Clef, still muttering curses, tossed SCP-776—the magic die.
It tumbled across the floor and landed on the number 3.
Suddenly, water gushed out from under the die like a broken dam.
Clef frowned and threw the die again—another 3—and the flooding grew worse.
Frustrated, he tossed the die a third ti.
This ti, it landed on 2.
A frigid blast spread out almost instantly.
Within seconds, a huge portion of Site-17 was flash-frozen into solid ice!
The Sector 7 facility was completely sealed off.
And the cold only continued to spread—unstoppable, rciless, growing stronger by the second.
The Marvel audience, S.H.I.E.L.D., the heroes—
Everyone watching—
Could only stare, open-mouthed, as this madness unfolded.
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