This was the first time audiences in both universes had witnessed a true antimemetic entity.
Even if they couldn't see it—
Even if it never appeared—
That invisible terror was real.
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On Screen
Leon Lake held the videotape, his expression complicated.
> "I found this in one of my lockers after injecting a Class X memory-strengthening agent.
I don't know who recorded it or who left it for me. The only thing I do know is…"
He looked up, voice firm.
> "The Antimemetics Division did exist!"
This time, no one dared deny it.
> "Could all of this have been caused by SCP-3125?" Overseer Two asked.
Leon Lake set the videotape aside and pulled out a file.
The label alone was enough to silence the room:
Project Name: The Escaper
Item #: SCP-3125
Object Class: Keter
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S.H.I.E.L.D.
The agents traded uneasy glances.
Nick Fury narrowed his eye.
According to the old man's testimony, this "Escaper" had annihilated the entire Antimemetics Division. Countless lives lost.
And with its antimemetic properties?
Even at Keter classification… it might be the most dangerous of them all.
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On Screen
New text filled the light curtain.
> **[Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3125 is contained in Cognitohazard Containment Unit 3125 at Site-41.
The unit is a 10m × 15m × 3m chamber, lined with lead, acoustic dampeners, and telepathic shielding.
Entry is through an airlock, allowing only one person at a time. The next entry cycle is locked until the prior subject exits.]**
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Site-41.
The Overseers stirred uneasily.
> "Site-41 again!" Overseer Two snapped. His voice betrayed his impatience.
"The Foundation has no records of Site-41! We can't verify any of this!"
For the Overseer Council—who knew nearly every secret of the Foundation—there were only two possibilities.
One: Site-41 never existed.
Two: It had existed, but had been erased from their cognition by antimemes.
The second possibility now seemed far more likely.
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The text continued.
> **[No relevant information may leave the containment chamber under any circumstances.
This includes handwritten notes, electronic data, photographs, audio or video recordings, electromagnetic signals, or parapsychological projections.
Upon exit, the airlock's purification system will administer amnestic gas for three minutes, erasing the subject's memory.
A senior member of the Antimemetics Division is required to enter SCP-3125's chamber once every six weeks.]**
---
The Overseers fell silent.
Site-41—erased.
The Antimemetics Division—forgotten.
And yet, the documentation remained.
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But then, something unexpected happened.
Leon didn't turn the page.
The Overseers glanced at their own copies of the file—and froze.
> "What is this?" Overseer Two's voice was sharp. "The rest of the document is missing?"
The audience leaned forward as Leon pulled up the database.
A login screen appeared—secured by a five-digit code.
Even the Overseers were rattled.
> "There are security protocols inside the Foundation we aren't even aware of?" Overseer Ten muttered.
Leon's voice was calm but heavy:
> "If the wrong code is entered, the file locks for a week. I've already tried."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
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Livestream Chat
> "Bruh, even the Overseers don't know the code??"
"If the Antimemetics Division is gone… and only they knew the password…"
"So this file might be sealed forever?"
"Nooo, I NEED to know what SCP-3125 really is!"
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S.H.I.E.L.D.
Even Fury's agents grew restless.
The tension had been building—only to slam against a wall of encrypted silence.
That's when a quiet voice spoke up.
Maria Hill, who had been silent until now.
> "It's not impossible."
All eyes turned toward her.
Fury frowned.
> "The Antimemetics Division is gone. Anyone who knew the code is gone. How the hell could—"
He froze mid-sentence, realization dawning.
His one eye widened.
> "Wait… Maria. You don't mean…"
She nodded.
> "Yes. Leon Lake."
---
Her analysis was cold and precise:
> "We can't prove he was a member of the Antimemetics Division. But right now, he is the one most deeply connected to it."
Fury scowled.
> "But his memory's been erased too."
Maria lifted her head.
And at that exact moment, Leon Lake—on screen—spoke the same words.
> "Class X memory strengthener."
---
The audience gasped as Leon pulled out another syringe.
Even the Overseers were unsettled.
Overseer Ten, who had once invited Leon into the Rebirth Project, frowned deeply.
> "You just took one dose. And now another?"
Leon's voice remained calm.
> "To be precise… the last injection was eleven hours ago."
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The system text flashed again:
> **[Class X memory strengthener is, in fact, a failed anti-aging serum. Its restorative effect on memory is merely a side effect.
It can safely rejuvenate a person's body and mind for up to thirty days.
But stronger doses cause dangerous side effects.
Regressing more than 16–18 months inevitably results in death.]**
The Overseers froze mid-breath.
The livestream audience held theirs.
Leon Lake was gambling his very life—just to uncover the truth of SCP-3125.
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To Be Continued…
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