By now, it was almost accepted as fact: the Antimemetics Division was gone.
Everyone knew why.
Studying SCP-3125 was equivalent to feeding yourself to it.
And yet, the brave men and women of the Antimemetics Division had stood their ground, fighting until the very end.
Their sacrifice was both heartbreaking and awe-inspiring.
It left only one question echoing in everyone's minds—
What exactly happened to them?
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Was it SCP-3125 that wiped them out?
Or something else?
Hadn't they already discovered that amnestics could circumvent SCP-3125's attacks?
So why were they still destroyed?
These unanswered doubts gnawed at the audience—until Leon Lake opened the final file.
At last, some answers began to surface.
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It was a personal diary.
Date: November 30, 2015.
Author: Marion Wheeler, Head of the Antimemetics Division.
> [So the result, hopefully, is obvious.]
[S041-B30-000 was originally built to house a long-term project: the construction of Hughes's Fictitious Amplifier. While that project advanced, the rest of us fought an unconscious war—fighting and losing, but losing as slowly as possible, in order to buy time.]
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S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury's single eye widened.
> "Hughes's amplifier…? The device that could theoretically neutralize SCP-3125? They actually tried to build it?"
If so… did they succeed?
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The diary continued.
> [Now the time we bought is running out. No one in S041-B30-000 has broken the seal yet. That's not a good sign. And there are no more bodies to feed SCP-3125 to hold it back. There's nowhere left to retreat. Right here, 14—ready or not.]
[I'm going to S041-B30-000 to activate the machine. I think I can get the information out of the airlock. I think I can make it to the basement alive.]
[That's the plan. It's hard to recount, given the variables. But I know it because I know myself. What else could it be?]
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Stark Tower
Tony Stark's eyes bulged.
> "No more bodies to feed SCP-3125? What the hell kind of insane plan is that?"
The thought made his stomach churn.
The Antimemetics Division… sacrificing themselves one by one, just to buy humanity a little more time.
Colonel Rhodes, however, was focused on something else.
> "Wait—start the machine? Are they saying… they actually built the amplifier?"
His voice shook. Both men turned to stare at the screen in disbelief.
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More text appeared.
> [Standard procedure dictates that I leave instructions in case this fails. This is asynchronous research protocol.]
[But I can't anticipate who you are, or how you're even alive to read this. With no equipment, Hughes gone, me dead, the site destroyed—how did you get here? Are you with the Foundation? Are you even conscious? Do you understand these words?]
[If you're reading this, you already live in a world consumed by SCP-3125. This is a total-loss scenario.]
[I can't help someone who doesn't exist.]
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The Marvel audience went dead silent.
And then—chaos.
> "WTF?! What just happened??"
"Did Wheeler's plan fail? Did the amplifier not work?"
"Did she die—and the whole site went down with her?!"
"Wait… no… what if Wheeler wrote this specifically for Leon Lake to find?"
A storm of speculation raged.
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S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury leaned forward, his face grim.
No matter how he tried to interpret it, the conclusion was always the same:
> The device was never completed. The Antimemetics Division's final stand had failed.
His chest grew heavy with despair.
> "Damn it… all their sacrifice… wasted."
The mood on-screen mirrored his own. Even the Overseers looked hollow, shaken by the realization.
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"So… what exactly happened?" Overseer Two muttered, his voice low and bitter.
The Overseers turned as one toward Leon Lake.
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Leon didn't disappoint.
With a sharp pull, he dragged the projection screen down—then, with a stroke of his finger, wrote a single word across it:
TIME.
> "If we want to understand what happened to the Antimemetics Division, we need to place it in the context of time."
His gaze was steady.
> "The question isn't what happened. The question is when."
He wrote another number.
1976.
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> "According to the founder of the Antimemetics Division—the old man who appeared earlier and was ultimately killed by SCP-3125…" Leon pointed at the screen.
"In 1976, the Foundation's Unthinkables encountered SCP-3125. They were attacked instantly. To contain it, they detonated an antimemetic bomb. The cost: the entire team was wiped out. Only the old man survived, his memory erased."
He paused only briefly before continuing.
Drawing an arrow forward, he marked the next date.
2006.
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> "For thirty years, SCP-3125's existence was conceptually erased by that bomb. The Antimemetics Division enjoyed relative peace."
Leon then held up a file.
SCP-2256.
> "In 2006, SCP-2256 was declared extinct. Entirely because the Foundation had been observing it too closely."
He picked up another file.
SCP-055.
> "This one's origins are still a mystery. But I traced it back—it was discovered at a local level in 2008."
Leon inhaled deeply, gathering his strength.
The Overseers didn't interrupt.
They knew—the Class-X memory serum was still working. If they cut him off now, they risked losing the only thread that could reveal the truth.
And Leon Lake… could not endure a third injection.
So they stayed silent, eyes locked on him, waiting.
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To Be Continued…
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