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He thrust the dagger into my lower abdomen, tearing and stirring...
As Researcher Talloran leered at me, saliva and blood dripped from his grotesque mouth onto my cheek, while all the deformed monsters watched in delight.
I woke up. It was just a dream.
A dream?
Those three words felt like they shattered everything James had pieced together.
But for Yinjia and the others, they were no longer naĂŻve newcomers. They had matured, grown through the layers of horror and revelation.
"If that was a dreamâŠ" Zyn murmured, "Then three hundred years is too long."
James sat at the center, his hands gripping a document. He looked solemn, focused. "This is where you're going to join me," he said, half to himself and half to the silent room. "I'm sitting here, writing this. I have to. It feels right. It's been two days since the nightmare began, and I've just now finished. This is the end. This is the resurrection of all things. I don't know if I can go on. I don't know if I want to go on."
The Eleven-Day Empire melted me, and I succumbed. From the moment I joined the Foundation community, I had already succumbed.
At this point, had there been no prior documentation, viewers of the broadcast might have believed it completely.
But now, they all knew one thing:
Talloran would never surrender.
As if to confirm that unshakable truth, the last few lines of the file came into view.
[SCP-3999 has achieved [victory].]
[SCP-3999 HAS [FAILED].]
Upon reading those paradoxical statements, everyone who had been burdened with sorrow smiled faintly.
They were witnessing the scars of a battle between Talloran and SCP-3999. A battle fought not with weapons, but with will.
Talloran⊠never gave up.
The supervisor stood silently, one hand holding the file, the other rubbing its cover with a pensive expression.
"Hey," Zyn pointed, drawing everyone's attention. "There's one more part left."
Everyone turned toward her voice. True enough, ten sentences remained at the end of the report.
I hate myself
I love myself
Just eight wordsâand yet, a flood of emotion surged through the viewers. Many could no longer hold back tears.
It was clear now: when Researcher Talloran terminated SCP-3999, he also brought his own life to an end.
James pushed aside his heavy feelings. There was still information missingâpuzzle pieces he needed to gather.
He spoke with conviction, turning to the supervisor. "Apparently, SCP-3999 was once a Keter-class anomalyâobject 193. Likely a powerful, reality-bending entity. But its true properties remain unclear."
The supervisor gave a small nod, signaling her understanding. "The SCP-3999 containment room was discovered during a routine sweep of Site-18's Keter-class units. Information Security verified there was no official record of SCP-3999 anywhere in the database."
She paused, trying to recall more.
"The four armed guards assigned to monitor SCP-3999 suffered significant memory loss. None of them could even explain how they'd ended up guarding it."
More memories bubbled to the surface.
"We found the body of a Level 3 researcherânow positively identified as Talloranâat the bottom of SCP-3999's containment chamber. He had disappeared almost immediately after his assignment to Site-18."
She added grimly, "On his person, we recovered a standard Foundation-issued phone. It contained what appeared to be containment protocols for SCP-3999. But the file was riddled with anomaliesânonsensical syntax, flawed logic, and formatting inconsistent with any known Foundation standard."
Eyes turned to the file in James's hands.
In his mind, the final piece fell into place.
He had the complete picture now.
"Researcher Talloran was assigned to SCP-3999, a reality-warping entityâŠ"
James's voice echoed through the broadcast, drawing the audience into his revelation.
Everyone was listening.
He held the file with a steady hand, his eyes reflecting the quiet weight of truth.
"SCP-3999 broke containment and caused a CK-class reality restructuring crisis⊠possibly even a ZK-class end-of-reality event. But rather than escaping or destroying everything, it somehow merged with Researcher Talloran. Yet, it failed to dominate his mind."
This was the beginning of the nightmare.
James closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and went on.
"In an effort to defeat Talloran's will, SCP-3999 subjected him to infinite torturesâkilling him repeatedly, harming his loved ones, twisting his memoriesâall to break his spirit and assume control."
His voice remained steady, though the audience saw flashes of horror in their minds.
"But even after a million years of suffering, Talloran endured. He realized he could also access SCP-3999's reality-altering powers. And so began a chess gameâone mind versus one containment breach."
Now the fog began to clear for the viewers. Doubts they'd held for so long were finally dispelled.
Why did Talloran's friends and family appear again and again after death?
It was 3999's doing.
Each time it tortured them, it rewrote reality to do it again.
Endless cycles of agony.
Back in the feed, James opened his eyes.
"SCP-3999 tried to make itself omnipotent, uncontainable, and immortal. But each time, Talloran nullified its powerârewriting properties, canceling attributes, forcing it back."
This was Talloran's counterattack.
The broadcast exploded with emotion.
"And in the end, Talloran tried to contain SCP-3999 the only way he knew howâby defining it."
Everyone remembered the ever-changing descriptions in the file.
Now they understood.
It had all been part of the containment strategy.
"But it wasn't enough."
That short sentence was like a dagger.
It summarized three million years of hopeless struggle.
"Torn between dimensions, the two continued their battle. Reality bent and collapsed, the world reshaped and fell apart countless times⊠until finally, Talloran made the ultimate sacrifice."
James's tone deepened as the story neared its conclusion.
"He denied himself. He destroyed his own body. He annihilated both himself and SCP-3999 in one final act of will."
He drew in a slow breath, speaking the final conclusion.
"In essence, SCP-3999âthe malignant will of the Supreme Godheadâwas neutralized⊠by Researcher Talloran."
He paused. Then spoke the words that shattered the silence:
"Salute to the decedent."
A hush fell over the room.
Then, as if a floodgate had opened, the audience rose one by one.
"Salute to the decedent!"
Voices merged, rolling like thunder through the Marvel Universe.
The emotional weight was crushingâgrief, awe, inspiration.
The live chat exploded with barrages of text:
"Talloran is a GOD!"
"Don't call him that! He's a MANâmore than any god ever was!"
"To call Talloran a deity would lessen what he did. He was human⊠and that makes his story even more powerful."
"SCP-3999 warped reality. Talloran held the line."
At Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One sat in silence.
For once, she doubted herself.
Was her pursuit of external strength misguided?
Had she underestimated the power of the soul?
In Asgard, Loki was stunned.
"The Supreme Divinity?" he whispered.
Was his title⊠hollow?
A being greater than any godâbrought down by a mortal?
In the far corners of space, beings older than time reeled.
A mortal had faced down a god of reality, and won.
After three million years.
And they⊠could hardly comprehend it.
Meanwhile, in S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, silence hung like fog.
Everyone had something to say, yet no one could.
Finally, Natasha broke it: "Talloran is a hero."
She added, voice heavy with sorrow, "A hero no one knew."
Nick Fury said nothing.
But the look in his eyes said everything.
On-screen, the Mobile Task Force disbanded.
The O5 Council faded into the background.
Only James, Zyn, and Lois remained.
Lois rubbed his eyes and muttered, "God⊠we actually figured it out? SCP-3999?"
Zyn raised an eyebrow. "To be precise, James figured it out."
Lois grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. "We're a team, Trident!"
Zyn laughedâbut her smile faded as she whispered, "It's a shame this story will never be public. Talloran⊠he'll be forgotten."
James turned to her, eyes shining.
"No," he said with resolve. "He won't. He's a whisper in our minds. He's a legacy of tenacity, a light that will never fade into the dark."
Right on cue, a familiar voice cut in.
"Damn it! You three are still here?!"
Dr. Kondraki marched over, snatched Lois's beer, and downed it.
"Ugh. It's beer," he muttered, ignoring Lois's death glare.
Then he turned on James.
"You bastard, you just had to stir trouble during your vacation!"
James smirked.
"This isn't over, you know!" Kondraki grumbled. "You think the 3999 incident is wrapped up? I've got twenty reports to file!"
He sighed dramatically. "My vacation's over!"
Zyn giggled. Kondraki glared at her.
"Don't laugh. You've got a reassignment. Dr. [DATA EXPUNGED] wants you."
"What?" Zyn gasped. "I asked to study SCP-408!"
"No one touches 408 while I'm alive!" he barked.
"Meanie!" she snapped.
Finally, Kondraki turned back to James.
"And you. Your vacation's over too."
James just shrugged. "Thanks."
"One more thing," Kondraki added. "Your clearance has been upgraded to Level 4. You can access anything."
James's eyes lit up. "Even the one I asked for?"
Kondraki sighed. "Yes. Even that one."
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