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"What the hell were you thinking? She could've done anything, Jas! We wanted to keep her out of the experint—and you just brought her straight into it! I swear, if—"
The man stopped mid-sentence. His rage faltered as he looked at Jas, his face filled with a blend of disbelief and frustration. After the chaos caused by the Four Doctors of the Apocalypse, now they had another wild card in the Foundation.
Jas t his glare calmly. His voice was quiet, almost soothing, as if trying to convey sothing deeply important rather than justify himself.
"I understand your concern," Jas began. "But I don't believe the situation is as disastrous as you think."
He held the man's gaze, his tone composed.
"Yes, I triggered a containnt breach involving SCP-239. But it was done with intent. It wasn't to exploit her power—it was to stabilize her, to reinforce her current containnt beliefs rather than challenge them."
Jas paused, letting his words sink in before continuing.
"SCP-239 still doesn't fully grasp the nature of her abilities. She only understands them through stories and taphors. I simply refined the narrative. The idea of 'forbidden spellbooks' and 'necromancers' was already in place—I just gave it structure."
The man, a high-ranking supervisor from the Q5 Council, stared at him blankly for a second, completely thrown off. "…What exactly are you talking about?"
Even the viewers in the live stream were left speechless.
But so of them—those who were particularly observant—began to recall the earlier scene when SCP-239 had mimicked Jas, attempting to cast spells in the sa whimsical way he did. Suddenly, the pieces began to fall into place.
He wasn't just guiding SCP-239… Jas had turned the entire breach into a role-playing ga.
And from the looks of it, the little girl had been absolutely delighted to play along.
Back on screen, Jas adopted a thoughtful expression, eyes distant as though rembering an old tale.
"Dr. Clef was corrupted by the Ultimate Darkness," Jas said solemnly. "A vast, invisible evil that seeped into our world."
The supervisor visibly cringed, clearly thinking Jas was mocking him. It sounded like a child's bedti story. But Jas pressed on, ignoring the man's reaction.
"Darkness took control of Clef's mind, and only a handful of witches and wizards still retain their magic. I, as a High Necromancer of the Overcouncil, was sent to intervene, alongside Swordsman Kondraki, to purge the evil from Clef."
Jas raised a finger dramatically.
"Together with SCP-239, we summoned the Ergency Spellbook. A two-person incantation to that can only be activated in tis of dire magical imbalance—like now."
After a pause, the entire live chat exploded.
"WHAT DID I JUST READ?!"
"Bro really LARPED his way out of an SCP apocalypse!"
"Swordsman Kondraki? Clef corrupted by darkness?? I'm crying!!"
"Jas deadass played DnD with a nuclear bomb."
Even Natasha Romanoff in S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters had a delayed reaction.
"…Wait a minute," she muttered. "That explains why the whole thing felt so theatrical."
Nick Fury squinted at the screen, slowly nodding. "Now it makes sense… Still insane, but at least it makes sense."
anwhile, in Kamar-Taj, a few apprentices had already begun fighting over which role they wanted in the next "role-play exercise."
"I call Sorcerer Supre!"
"You were Sorcerer Supre last ti! It's my turn!"
Watching them argue, the Ancient One rubbed her temple in silent frustration. "Children…" she murmured.
To her, this was no ga. When magic and reality blurred, lines got crossed. Roles beca identities. If the one playing the villain—Dr. Clef—wasn't pretending, but truly believing himself to be the enemy…?
She shook the thought away, her eyes narrowing at Jas's image on the screen.
Clever man.
Back at the Foundation, the supervisor was still trying to process what he'd heard. "And she believed all of this?"
Jas shrugged. "Sir, with all due respect—she's nine years old. Her only real question was whether she could also learn fencing."
The man didn't know whether to laugh or scream.
"…You're insane. This is dangerous beyond belief. What did you even let her use? Was it one of the—" He searched for the right word, his voice uneasy. "—'forbidden spells'?"
"We started with sothing simple," Jas replied casually. "The most basic spell everyone learns first."
"…What was it? Magic Missile?"
Jas's lips curled slightly. "Exactly."
The supervisor pointed at the scorched hallway shown on screen, the aftermath of a magical explosion that nearly took out half the corridor.
"THAT was a magic missile?!"
"She's just… extrely talented," Jas said innocently.
The live broadcast burst into laughter again.
At last, the supervisor sighed and straightened his coat. "Fine. You've got a psychological evaluation next. Don't miss it."
The scene transitioned again. This ti, Jas sat across from a bald psychiatrist, who smiled politely as he queued up surveillance footage.
"You injected her with a sedative?" the doctor asked, pausing the video.
Jas nodded calmly.
"I practiced on myself several tis before. Developed a talent for it."
The doctor blinked. "That's not what I ant."
Jas's gaze didn't waver. "I didn't enjoy it. But I had no better option. The risk was too great. She was becoming unstable."
"You're defending yourself."
"I'm stating facts."
The doctor watched him a mont longer. "What did you whisper to her when you picked her up?"
Jas looked at the paused screen. For the first ti, sothing like emotion flickered in his expression. His voice dropped a little.
"…I told her, 'Good night. Have a sweet dream.'"
The doctor said nothing for a while. Then he reached into a folder and handed Jas a docunt.
"This was found later. Her diary."
Jas raised an eyebrow and accepted it.
"You never read it before?"
"No."
The doctor was surprised. "Then why were you so sure she'd beco a threat?"
Jas didn't answer. He skimd through the page. A few lines jumped out imdiately.
[From the diary of SCP-239, discovered after Incident 239-B]
Date: [Three days before the incident]
Dear Diary,
I did sothing bad today. I saw a dead bird and so baby birds crying for their mom, so I used a life spell to bring her back.
But Supre Necromancer Clef told if I broke the rules again, he'd banish to the underworld for a hundred years. I'm scared of him. I hope he won't find out. I don't want to die :(
Jas blinked. "…What?"
Everyone in the live broadcast was dead silent.
Nick Fury looked like soone had just slapped him. The implications settled over the room like a heavy fog.
Jas slowly turned to the psychiatrist, voice low. "So… Clef…"
The psychiatrist sighed. "She misunderstood him. She thought he was going to punish her. She created the whole story. She imagined he had been taken over by evil and ca here to hurt her."
Jas closed his eyes, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"That's why this all happened…"
Viewers everywhere groaned in disbelief. All this chaos, all the deaths, all the near-apocalyptic monts…
Because of a dead bird and a little girl's overactive imagination.
Even Fury had to admit—this might've been the most ridiculous, frustrating, and heartbreaking thing he'd seen in a long ti.
"Clef," he muttered, "is the most unlucky bastard in this whole situation."
Back in the footage, Jas sat in stunned silence. The psychiatrist quietly slid another docunt across the table.
"We found this in Dr. Clef's deleted files—dated two days before the incident."
Jas opened the file.
TO: All SCP Personnel
FROM: Dr. A. Clef, Site-19
SUBJECT: Stop
Secure SCP-239 imdiately. Put Site-17 on high alert. You must stop , or soone will die.
Yesterday I had a sudden urge to kill SCP-239. It started small, but it's getting stronger. I think I've been compromised.
Damn. I should've known she'd misinterpret what I said. The child is smart—but still just a child. I was arrogant. This is my fault.
Jas closed the file, his lips drawn in a thin line.
The viewers read along, each line more chilling than the last. Clef had known sothing was wrong. He'd sensed the influence SCP-239 was unknowingly exerting on him. He hadn't gone rogue—he'd been a victim too.
And that changed everything.
Because in the end, this wasn't a battle of magic.
It was a child's nightmare turned real.
And the cost of that dream… was almost everyone's life.
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