The storm split the sky open in a jagged scar of light, turning the streets into a mirror of rain and blood.
Ethan's Carnitrix howled in his mind, voice synthetic and primal all at once:
[Warning: Reality stability at 23%. Threat Index — Keter/Apollyon hybrid.]
Jason didn't need the warning. His very presence resonated with the threads of existence, and those threads were snapping. Every time Nyarlathotep's avatar moved, something in the world went wrong — a traffic light flashed with the face of a screaming child, asphalt rippled like a living tongue, the rain stopped in mid-air for three whole heartbeats before falling again.
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The First Strike
Nyarlathotep lunged.
It didn't walk or run — it skipped frames, appearing behind Jason with its claws already at his spine. But Jason Wayne was no mortal. His Blade of Aeons sang through the air, slicing at angles that defied geometry, severing the future in which that blow had landed.
Ethan transformed mid-leap — Blitzwyrm, a fusion of XLR8, Humungousaur, and SCP-682's adaptive biology. His frame blurred into a streak of armored muscle and talons, colliding with the avatar's side and sending shockwaves down the block. Buildings bent away from the impact like reality was trying to dodge.
Kill Count:
Cultists: 19
Unbound SCP micro-entities: 7
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SCP Breach Escalates
From the shattered containment tags, horrors poured in.
SCP-096 — the faceless rage-beast — charged at Ethan, ignoring the avatar entirely.
SCP-049 weaved through the chaos, scalpel flashing, whispering: "You are all infected… the cure is necessary."
SCP-682 simply laughed — a low, reptilian rumble — before locking eyes on Ethan's form. Predator recognizing predator.
Jason flared with both Lucifer's radiance and Michael's judgment, an aura of molten gold and absolute black. SCP-049 reached for him, and burned away before contact, disintegrating into sterile ash.
Ethan, however, had to fight.
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Carnitrix Showcases
Ethan toggled forms in rapid succession:
1. Gravizor (Cannonbolt + Gravattack + SCP-173)
Rolled through SCP-096, pinning it under a crushing singularity.
Reality twisted — 096 teleported behind him — but SCP-173's instant re-positioning let Ethan counter, snapping its neck with enhanced gravity.
[SCP-096: Neutralized.]
2. Infernomorph (Heatblast + Alien X biomass sample + SCP-610)
Unleashed a solar flare infected with SCP-610's "Flesh That Hates" into the cult ranks.
They screamed — not in pain, but in too many voices.
[Cultists remaining: 0.]
3. Phantom Maw (Ghostfreak + Big Chill + SCP-106)
Phased through SCP-682, planting corrosive dimensional rot into its flesh.
682 roared: "GOOD. YOU LEARN FAST." It didn't die. It adapted.
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Endless vs. Lovecraftian Mind-Game
Jason engaged Nyarlathotep directly. Not physically — the avatar's strikes were distractions. This was a battle of will.
In the mindscape, they stood in a place beyond places — a library of dead universes, shelves stretching forever. Each book was a life, and Nyarlathotep casually plucked them off the shelves and erased them from history.
"You lead the Endless now," the Messenger said, every voice in existence speaking in sync. "But your council fractures. Desire already plots. Destiny watches. And Dream… dreams of your death."
Jason didn't blink. "You're not here to kill me. You're here to plant doubt."
Nyarlathotep smiled. "Why not both?"
In the real world, Jason's body and the avatar moved faster than mortal perception. Blades of time clashed against claws of unreality. Each strike Jason landed made the streets more real. Each strike Nyarlathotep landed made them less.
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The Turning Point
Ethan roared from across the battlefield.
"JASON! OPEN IT!"
Jason nodded once. The Blade of Aeons tore a wound in reality — a door into the Null Chamber, the only Endless-forged prison meant to hold concepts themselves. Ethan transformed one last time.
Final Form: Omega Leviathan
Way Big + Alien X + SCP-682 + Godzilla Prime DNA + Force enhancement.
Over 500 meters tall in perception, yet still standing in the same alley due to folded space.
Every step was an earthquake in both body and mind.
He grabbed Nyarlathotep's avatar mid-swipe, wrestled against the shifting geometry of its form, and threw it into the Null Chamber. Jason slammed it shut, sealing the avatar — but not the Messenger's attention.
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The sky bled gold and black. Somewhere far above, the rest of the Endless felt the echo of this battle. And for the first time in eons… they whispered in fear.
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Kill Count:
Cultists: 43
SCP anomalies neutralized: 9
SCP anomalies escaped: 4 (including SCP-682)
Nyarlathotep's avatar: Contained (temporarily)
Survivors: Ethan, Jason, 2 Endless-aligned SCP anomalies.
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Jason turned to Ethan.
"This fight's over. The war just started."
Ethan grinned, still half in Omega Leviathan form.
"Then let's make sure we win it."
Above them, in realms beyond sight, Endless politics shifted. Some would call for war. Some would call for Jason's throne. And one… one would work in secret with Nyarlathotep to bring the Amalgam Ω-Verse to its knees.