"Wrong!"
Nick Fury's brows furrowed deeply.
He had spotted a problem.
If SCP-3125 had truly materialized and entered reality…
Then the world itself should no longer exist!
How could they still be watching this?
An MK-Class end-of-the-world scenario meant one thing—
the total loss of human consciousness.
Fury's single eye locked on the screen, waiting for Leon Lake's explanation.
---
On screen.
One of the Supervisors asked the same burning question:
> "If SCP-3125 fully invades reality and triggers an MK-Class scenario, then all our contingency measures become useless! Not even SCP-2000 would work!"
The mention of SCP-2000 sent a chill across both audiences.
SCP-2000—the massive facility designed to reboot humanity itself if the world ever faced unavoidable extinction.
But if reality itself ceased to exist…
Then rebooting humanity would mean nothing. It would just be another empty cycle.
The only option was clear:
SCP-3125 must be neutralized.
---
But Leon Lake didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he extended the arrow on his timeline once more.
2017.
The Supervisors stiffened.
> "What happened that year?" one of them asked.
Leon's gaze swept across the room, eyes sharp as if piercing through flesh and memory alike.
> "Living Hell."
The room fell silent.
> "What?"
Leon's tone was steady, almost too calm:
> "In 2017, the world became a living hell. SCP-3125 infected everything.
Buildings of pulsing flesh.
Walls dripping like fat.
Eight-ton blobs of rotting potatoes and writhing maggots.
Finger-monsters multiplying without end."
Each word made the livestream audience turn paler.
Some with weaker stomachs vomited on the spot.
Then chaos erupted in the chat.
> "What the f—?! The whole world collapsed?!"
"I almost puked—this is way worse than I imagined!"
"So the world really ended a few years ago?"
"Wait—if it did, then why is everything normal now?!"
That was the question tormenting everyone—Marvel's audience, S.H.I.E.L.D., and even the Overseers.
---
Leon's eyes flickered as he continued.
> "Adam Wheeler—Marion Wheeler's husband—survived the effects of SCP-3125 and began searching for Hughes."
The Supervisors exchanged startled glances.
> "Adam?" one muttered.
O5-10 frowned.
> "You mean… Adam discovered Wheeler's plan?"
Leon shook his head.
> "Not only that. He found Site-41."
The Supervisors gasped.
Even the usually silent O5-1 finally spoke:
> "Where's Dr. Wheeler?"
The question landed like a hammer.
Where was Wheeler?
Alive? Dead?
Had she been erased along with her Division?
And how had Adam known that Hughes was the key?
---
Leon was silent for a long moment.
Finally, he answered:
> "Wheeler told him."
O5-2 shot forward, hope lighting his face.
> "Then she isn't dead?!"
Only silence answered him.
Leon slowly raised another videotape into view.
But this time, he didn't insert it into the player immediately.
His voice was grim:
> "The contents of this tape… are twisted. I can't tell if it carries a memetic infection."
The Supervisors stiffened.
One of them whispered in disbelief:
> "You mean… this is—"
Leon nodded.
> "Yes. The tape is from 2017. From the era of living hell."
---
The livestream audience fell into a stunned silence.
The living hell era…
After SCP-3125's full manifestation.
If that was true, then everything Leon had just described wasn't speculation.
It had already happened.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Damn it!" Natasha Romanoff swore under her breath, staring at the screen.
"So it really happened?"
Her eyes darted to Fury, but the Director's expression was just as grave.
Fury didn't answer. His silence was confirmation enough.
---
On screen, the Supervisors gave a slow nod.
Leon finally slid the videotape into the machine.
The Marvel world held its collective breath.
The screen flickered. Harsh, jarring sounds filled the room.
Mosaic static obscured the footage.
> "Much of the content is damaged," Leon explained calmly.
A full minute passed before the image stabilized.
---
Da—Da—Da—
Footsteps echoed.
A middle-aged man appeared on screen.
He awoke on the polished floor of a cold, sterile corridor—like a school hallway.
He leaned against the wall, limbs limp, swinging like a broken doll.
His back pressed against the concrete. His right hand stretched out, clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
With effort, he unclenched it, gasping for breath.
Confused.
In pain.
He rolled onto his side, bracing his hand on the floor.
Then his face twisted.
And he screamed.
> "Damn it!"
He clutched his right hand.
Two of his fingers were gone. A raw, broken stump remained.
His anguished cries echoed endlessly down the corridor.
No one came.
No one answered.
---
Only then did the audience recognize him.
The man on the screen—disheveled, broken—
Was Adam Wheeler.
Marion Wheeler's husband.
---
But his reappearance only raised more questions.
What had happened to him?
What was this world he had woken into?
Why was he mutilated?
And where was Marion Wheeler herself?
None of those questions had answers—
Not yet.
---
To Be Continued…
Extra chapter avilable in PATREON
patreon.com/Achilles_Stein
patreon.com/Achilles_Stein