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[Wait, what am I doing? Why am I trying to get you to stop ? That little monster is too dangerous to be alive. She broke the rules. She must die.]
[We can't do it casually. We need to make a plan first. This is the key. A weapon made of telekill alloy... it might work...]
The file ended there. No more explanations. No further elaboration.
But despite the abrupt cutoff, everyone watching the live broadcast felt a chill run down their spines. The silence in the room was heavy, filled only by the sound of uneasy breaths.
In their minds, a haunting image ford:
Dr. Clef, awakened by so subconscious fear, a deep shiver running through his body. Sensing sothing was wrong, he imdiately tried to docunt his thoughts. Maybe it was to warn soone. Maybe it was to anchor his reality. But midway through writing the file... sothing went wrong.
His mind twisted. The clarity he had was consud by the distortion. Whatever sane intentions he had were overtaken by the very anomaly he was trying to contain.
He retrieved a weapon made of telekill alloy, forced his way to Level 17, and ultimately was defeated—not by brute force, but by the overwhelming pressure of madness.
Only after he lost consciousness did his thoughts seem to revert to normal.
That was the end of a devil.
And that thought disturbed everyone watching.
The live stream chat exploded:
"WTF? That's straight-up terrifying!"
"Wait, so everyone at Site 19 has their minds twisted like that?"
"Judging from Clef's pained reaction, his normal self still existed underneath that insanity..."
"It's horrifying. Watching yourself spiral into madness but being powerless to stop it?"
"That's not horror. That's tragedy."
There was a strange blend of sympathy and schadenfreude in the audience's reaction.
As the saying went—karma always cos back around. Dr. Clef had always been infamous, and perhaps that reputation was part of why SCP-239 feared him so intensely in the first place. Maybe it was poetic justice.
Whatever the case, the crisis triggered by SCP-239 had finally co to a close.
No CK-class reality restructuring. No planet-ending apocalypse.
Only two unfortunate security guards lost their lives in the chaos.
But despite the relatively low death toll, no one doubted the severity of the event. If not for Jas making the right call at a pivotal mont… no one could say how far the catastrophe would have gone.
Still, to the audience—
This incident was pure cinematic gold.
A mountain of anomalies, the clash of the Four Doctors of the Apocalypse, a cha-dragon showdown, Jas taming a Level 4 reality bender…
It was beyond epic.
"God, that was wild," Natasha Romanoff exhaled, her hands still trembling slightly from the sheer intensity of what she'd witnessed.
"I used to think those building-sized anomalies packed with monsters were scary enough. But now I get it... the Foundation's sites themselves are the real nightmares."
Her sentint was echoed throughout the SHIELD viewing room.
"No kidding. As long as nothing goes wrong, it's fine. But once sothing breaks… the whole site falls apart."
"Can't believe there were multiple containnt breaches in just a few hours."
"Don't remind of that humanoid plant incident—I still get chills."
"And that fourth Apocalypse doctor? Dude actually went toe-to-toe with an SCP…"
As the room buzzed with anxious chatter, Nick Fury was about to interject when the monitor above them flickered to life.
The room fell silent.
Everyone turned their attention to the screen, where a new scene began.
Outside a ward in the Site's dical wing...
"I still don't get why they want us to visit that lunatic," Dr. Kondraki grumbled, dragging on a cigarette as he and Jas approached the doorway. "If I see him again, I swear I won't be able to stop myself from strangling the bastard."
From inside the ward, a voice called out with venom:
"Then co in and try, you limping psycho!"
The door slamd open. Kondraki, leaning on his crutch, stord into the room with righteous fury. But the mont his eyes landed on Dr. Clef—bandaged, bruised, barely sitting upright—his anger faltered.
He fell silent.
Jas followed behind, holding a small bouquet of flowers. Calmly, he placed them on a bedside cabinet.
"You're welco," he said without emotion.
Dr. Clef blinked. "...What the hell? Soone actually brought flowers?"
Kondraki snorted. "He picked them from the garden out front."
Clef didn't argue. Instead, he asked, "How's the leg?"
"I'll live. How's your face, eyes, ears... soul?"
Clef shrugged, wincing slightly. "They kept the pendant on for just a few minutes. Just enough to heal without turning into a demonic vegetable."
Then he looked at Jas. "So, what's this? A wellness check?"
"Interview," Jas replied plainly.
Clef relaxed slightly and smiled. "I rember you. The researcher who was braver than ."
"Don't flatter him," Kondraki cut in, peeling an apple. "If it weren't for this kid, we'd all be ash right now."
Clef raised an eyebrow. "How's the girl?"
"Still unconscious," Kondraki replied. "Jas knocked her out after that little reality-warping dragon ride. We figured it's safer for her to stay that way. She's in a telekill-lined room now."
He popped a slice of the apple into his mouth—with a smug grin.
Clef watched him, exasperated. "You jerk."
"Who's guarding her?" Clef asked.
"Valdason."
Clef sighed. "Poor kid."
"Bit rich coming from the guy who tried to kill her," Kondraki spat.
Clef glanced sideways. "I'm not talking about the SCP…"
Kondraki nearly choked. "Cough—what?"
Jas chose this mont to ask his first question: "Why did you do it?"
Clef lit a cigarette, his tone nonchalant. "You've read the reports. Sothing in my containnt plan went wrong."
Kondraki slamd the table. "Bullshit!"
"What did you say?"
"I said you're full of it!" Kondraki growled. "According to every report, you're a sadistic, manipulative, cold-blooded bastard—but never a fool. So no, I don't buy this 'I made a mistake' crap."
Clef smirked. "Didn't know you cared."
"Cut the crap, Clef. What were you really trying to do?"
Jas stepped back, silently observing. It seed better to let the two madn hash it out.
Clef leaned back. "You're paranoid."
"Oh, am I?" Kondraki raised his voice. "Your PDA cuts off just as SCP-336 asks you to tell the truth? An ergency call pulls two more researchers? Half the site erupts into chaos? Two SCPs die—one of which you vouched for?"
Clef puffed his cigarette and looked away.
Kondraki continued, now shouting, "What were you trying to do?! Kill her? Contact soone? Bury this incident?!"
"You're spiraling," Clef said calmly.
"You're lying! You always lie!"
Clef chuckled darkly. "I do, don't I? That's why they call the Father of Lies."
"Then tell —why did you do it?"
Clef leaned close to Kondraki and whispered sothing.
Kondraki's face drained of color, then turned red in rage.
"You filthy liar…"
Clef burst into a fit of coughing laughter. "This is the real tragedy, Konny. What if I'm lying? Or what if I'm not? What happens when the balance is broken? When you die and your soul finds Heaven's gates plastered with the wings of dead gods?"
His voice grew manic.
"The universe is rotting. Humanity is just a pest clinging to mold. As long as anomalies exist, we have no future!"
Those watching the stream were dumbfounded.
"What... is he even saying?" Natasha murmured.
Nick Fury looked grim. "He knows sothing. Or he wants us to think he does."
Back in the video, Kondraki snapped. "You manipulative bastard!"
Clef only smiled.
"Have you ever wondered," Clef said coldly, "why the Foundation's anomaly count spiked 700% in five years? Why SCP-239 could distort my thoughts even at Site 19?"
Kondraki froze.
"You know, but you ignored it. You ignored the multiplying anomalies. The rising gods. The howling in the void…"
Then Clef burst out laughing.
Kondraki blinked. "...What?"
"Oh man! You actually believed that! Hahaha!" Clef wheezed, tears at the corner of his eyes. "That's better than when I convinced Gears to MRI that little monster's brain. You should've seen his face!"
"You absolute monster!!"
Kondraki lunged at Clef, grabbing his collar and slamming him against the bed.
"I'll kill you!"
Even while being throttled, Clef grinned. "You'll never unhear it, Konny. It'll keep whispering. Always…"
Jas watched them both from the doorway.
Eyes cold. Expression unreadable.
There was no trace of amusent in his gaze—only calculation. Only the weight of knowing that this fight, this madness, this cycle… would happen again.
And next ti?
He might not be able to save the world.
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