The chat group exploded.
"WTF? A bomb that wiped out an entire cult?"
"Not just the members—it erased the very concept of the cult!"
"Holy shit, is this what anti-meme weapons can do?!"
"No wonder they called it 'The Unbeliever'—this is insane!"
Jackie Chan Adventures Universe | Section 13
Chief Black stared at the screen, dumbfounded.
"Conceptual entities... can be destroyed like this?"
Only now did he grasp the true scale of Anti-Memetics' power.
But that only made their current predicament more baffling.
If they had weapons like this... why were they losing?
The old man continued, his voice gaining momentum:
"After that, everything accelerated. Every breakthrough uncovered new hidden SCPs. I passed field training, joined the ghost-hunting teams. My life transformed. I—"
He froze mid-sentence.
His eyelids fluttered—left, then right—as if struggling to focus.
Then it hit him.
"There's an SCP your division has never seen. One mine failed to contain. The Escapee. That's what you're here for, isn't it, Wheeler?"
A jolt ran through the chat group.
The Escapee.
SCP-3125.
So this horror had been lurking since decades ago?
Was it responsible for Anti-Memetics' current collapse?
"Yes," Wheeler admitted coldly. "That's why I'm killing you."
The old man locked eyes with her.
"It devoured my department. Came at us so fast, our only option was self-destruction. We had no site nukes—because it ate them first."*
The audience recoiled.
Ate the nukes?
"If you know it exists, it knows you exist. The more you learn, the more it learns. If you can see it, it can see you. And you can see it. You've been staring at it all afternoon."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
Feng Bujue and Wheeler paled.
They were alone on the boat.
The anchor chain stretched a kilometer too deep.
No backup. No escape.
A radioactive prickling burned in their skulls.
If even Site-200 and the O5's office were compromised...
"Red alert. Why didn't I bring reinforcements? This makes no sense," Wheeler muttered, her voice fraying.
Feng Bujue stayed calm but tense. No fear—just razor-sharp awareness.
Wheeler whipped out her gun, pressing it to the old man's temple. "Where is it? Inside you?"*
Feng Bujue scanned their surroundings.
The serene lake.
The gentle breeze.
The warm sunlight.
What was wrong?
Then the old man gasped, his voice urgent.
"Destroying all knowledge of it is the only way to kill it. And the easiest way to bring it back? Restore my memories."*
Wheeler stumbled back, splashing water onto Marness' face. "E1! Stay with me!"
"There's a fix," he croaked, collapsing onto all fours.
His eyes squeezed shut as he clawed blindly at the deck.
"E1, tell me what this thing is."
"That's the opposite of what you should do," he rasped. "You need to detonate another bomb."
"We lost that technology—"
"YOU STILL HAVE ONE!" The old man's shout tore through his throat. "Site 41! Engineering lab! Football-field-sized underground complex! Why do you think it's sitting untouched? That's where you stored it!"*
Sherlock Holmes Universe
Holmes' mind raced.
Site 41.
Another anti-meme bomb.
Its existence had been erased—even from Wheeler's memory.
Was this SCP-3125's doing?
A chilling realization:
This thing was intelligent.
"But that just resets us," Wheeler argued, calculating the impossible distance to Site 41. "How do we contain it?"
"WE DON'T!" The old man's voice cracked. "We never could! Don't you see? The department's been running in circles! We build, we charge in, and either it eats us or we wipe ourselves to survive. Humanity's been stuck in this loop for centuries!"*
The chat group imploded.
Centuries?
Had Anti-Memetics been repeating this war without realizing it?
Feng Bujue raised his gun, piecing together the horror.
Too late.
SCHLICK.
A black, bristling tendril burst from the old man's left eye.
"AGHHH—!"
He clawed at it, but the tendril was **solid—**like it had bones.
"WHAT IS IT?" Wheeler screamed over his agony. "Where's it from? What does it want? Can it think? Can it speak?"
The old man gurgled:
"H-help—"
SCHLICK.
A second leg, longer and thinner, punched through his throat, spraying blood.
"Ghk—hk—lp—"
SCHLICK.
A third leg impaled his abdomen like a spear.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Feng Bujue and Wheeler unloaded their clips into his skull—but he kept moving.
The corpse stood, puppeted by three spidery limbs, arms lifting like a marionette's.
"Jesus Christ—" Wheeler recoiled.
Feng Bujue's eyes narrowed.
Interesting.
Unlike other anti-memes, SCP-3125 had a physical manifestation.
Those spider legs...
"Arachnid?" he mused, firing again.
BLAM BLAM BLAM—
Wheeler, meanwhile, aimed at empty air—as if shooting an invisible puppeteer.
The boat lurched.
The lake heaved.
Then the entire vessel levitated, lifted by unseen appendages.
The chat group lost it.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"
"Did SCP-3125 just show up?"*
"I thought it was an anti-meme! Why does it have legs?"*
BLAM BLAM BLAM—
Feng Bujue joined Wheeler, firing skyward.
"WON'T WORK!" she yelled. "Get the medkit! B-Class amnestics—fast-acting!"
Feng Bujue tossed it to her.
She prepped two syringes in seconds—tossed him one, jammed the other into her wrist.
The boat kept rising.
Thirty meters up now.
Feng Bujue's left eye burned like it was being pierced.
Wheeler kicked off her shoes, dropped her gun.
"JUMP!"
"What—?"
She leapt.
Feng Bujue glanced at the spider-puppeted corpse, shrugged, and followed.
"I hate spiders."
SPLASH.
The icy impact knocked the breath from his lungs.
When he surfaced—he'd forgotten why he jumped.
Above him, the leviathan forgot him too.
"What... happened?" He gasped, treading water.
No fear—just emptiness.
His skull throbbed—a thousand welding-hot birds pecking at his brain.
He wanted to die.
Then he saw Wheeler—unconscious, floating.
With a groan, he dragged her toward shore.
"Die later."
The screen went dark.
A nameless dread seeped across the multiverse.
SCP-3125's debut left audiences gasping.
Three-Body Universe | Earth
Luo Ji's hands shook.
He'd just witnessed anti-meme warfare.
One moment, Feng Bujue was fighting an invisible horror.
The next—he forgot it existed.
But questions remained:
What was SCP-3125's true form?
Why did amnestics stop its attack?
He replayed the old man's words:
"If you know it exists, it knows you exist..."
"...destroy all knowledge of it to kill it."
Then—the final clue:
"The easiest way to bring it back? Restore my memories."
Luo Ji's blood ran cold.
"So anyone who remembers it becomes a target?"
A worse thought struck:
Had SCP-3125 already wiped out Anti-Memetics?
As the multiverse reeled, a new document flashed on-screen:
[Item #: SCP-3125]
[Object Class: Apollyon]
[Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3125 is contained at Site-41 within Cognitive Hazard Unit 3125—a 10m×15m×3m lead-lined chamber with psionic shielding. Entry is permitted only via an airlock that seals between personnel. No information may leave the unit—written, digital, auditory, or psychic. Upon exit, amnestic gas purges all memories of SCP-3125.]
[Description: SCP-3125 is an extremely large (see Fractal Topology Addendum 13), highly aggressive anomalous meme complex originating from outside our reality, now partially intersecting with it.]
The chat group fell silent.
A meme complex from beyond reality.
The horror sank in.