The spreading cold wave opened a direct path for Dr. Clef to his destination.
Letting SCP-776 take effect, he walked out of the corridor with purpose—he had known his target from the very beginning.
This scene only further solidified Nick Fury's suspicions.
As Dr. Clef disappeared from the surveillance footage, the scene transitioned.
And with it, Dr. Kondraki reappeared.
His leg injury had healed, and phantom butterflies flitted gently around him.
He shook his head in frustration, but suddenly sensed something. Turning around instinctively—
He froze.
Leon Lake was standing in the hallway, accompanied by Dr. Gears, and holding the hand of the floating SCP-239.
"Oh my God…"
Dr. Kondraki's voice trembled.
"Leon… what's going on?"
His gaze swept over SCP-239. The moment he locked eyes with her, he quickly averted his gaze, like he'd looked into the sun.
Dr. Gears handed the odd tripod he carried to Dr. Kondraki and said flatly, "We received your distress signal. Professor Kain is dealing with the breached anomalies. For now, there are only three of us left."
"Three?" Dr. Kondraki lowered his voice instantly, clearly not wanting to provoke SCP-239. "Why three?"
He couldn't help but sneak glances at her as he spoke.
While the two doctors talked, SCP-239 lifted her head and blinked at Leon Lake.
"The bad guy's coming. Should I punish him?"
Leon tilted his head, meeting her eyes with a knowing expression.
Watching closely, Nick Fury felt a chill—Leon clearly knew something was wrong.
"As a witch, your first priority is to protect yourself," Leon said gently.
SCP-239 pouted. "What about the bad guy?"
"A knight will stop him."
"A knight? Will they duel?"
Leon smiled. "Yes."
"What kind of weapons?"
"How about… a knife duel?"
"Ooh, that sounds fun!"
Right on cue, a figure appeared at the end of the hallway—
Dr. Clef.
Tension exploded like a thunderclap.
All eyes in the livestream were glued to the screen.
The final duel had arrived.
When enemies meet, emotions boil.
The moment Dr. Kondraki saw Clef, his demeanor shifted completely.
He locked eyes with him like a hawk, hate burning in his voice:
> "It's over, Clef. I'm ending this."
Bang!
A bullet tore through the air—but only struck the wall.
A cloud of butterflies swirled through the hallway.
Phantom Butterflies.
Clef's voice thundered:
> "Why are you protecting that monster?!"
"Because, Dr. Clef, not everything is black and white."
Bang!
Another shot—but this time, only the empty click of a dry magazine followed.
Dr. Clef tossed aside his shotgun without hesitation and reached into his tattered white coat.
What he pulled out was a crude blade, 80 cm long and 6 cm wide.
It looked like a blacksmith's first attempt.
But nobody watching believed it was an ordinary knife.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
Nick Fury leaned forward.
> "Wait… Is that telekill alloy?"
---
Back on screen, as Clef drew his blade, Dr. Kondraki did the same.
He pulled apart the strange tripod Dr. Gears had handed him earlier. From within the monopod, he unsheathed a finely made straight-blade saber.
Clang!
Two blades crashed together!
"You're color-blind, Konny!" Clef snapped.
Kondraki's eyes narrowed. "Where the hell were you hiding that thing?"
Another slash answered him.
Then another.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The hallway turned into a battlefield of steel and fury.
Clef's attacks were brutal, forceful, relentless.
Kondraki's style was clean, efficient—almost beautiful.
Nobody in the Marvel universe had expected a sword duel between doctors.
> "Am I watching a wizard duel or a medieval knight battle?!"
> "STAB HIM! YES! I need more of this!"
> "What is happening?! This is better than watching anomalies!"
> "Forget the SCPs. Give me a miniseries with these four doctors battling across time."
---
The excitement in the chat exploded.
The duel raged on.
Clang!
Kondraki winced. "Dammit, Clef! Stop! I don't want to kill you!"
"I don't want to kill you either…" Clef muttered, voice filled with pain. "I don't want to kill anyone…"
The despair in his voice wasn't fake.
Kondraki faltered. "You… just killed two people! What the hell are you talking about?!"
Clef's expression twisted.
"I had no choice… She can change reality, Konny. She can reshape the world."
"She's been contained!" Kondraki yelled. "We've done our job!"
"No… it's failed. I failed…"
Kondraki stared in stunned silence.
But before he could respond—
A voice cut through the chaos.
> "I cast Magic Missile!"
Both doctors froze mid-duel.
Kondraki turned, face going pale.
BZZZZZZT—!
A soft hum filled the air.
Then blinding white light exploded down the hallway.
A shockwave of raw energy ripped through the metal corridor, shredding steel like paper.
BOOM!
Dr. Clef was launched like a ragdoll.
CRASH!
He hit the ground hard, black blood spilling from his mouth.
Time stopped.
The entire chat room stared at SCP-239.
No one could speak.
You call that a magic missile?!
She just launched ten of them.
---
And in the corner of the screen…
Leon Lake stood holding an open English dictionary in one hand and a stick in the other—like a wand.
He pointed down the corridor.
SCP-239 mimicked him.
She lifted her "witch wand"…
And cast a real spell.
Leon tried.
She succeeded.
The world went still.
> So she learned from him?
> Or is she just… perfecting the act?
Then Clef groaned from the wreckage.
---
He curled up, clutching his gut as if something inside was growing.
"Clef? What's happening?" Kondraki called, frozen in place.
Suddenly Clef arched his back and screamed.
Black light poured from his eyes and mouth.
Leon's expression turned grim.
SCP-239, however, lifted her chin proudly.
> "Told you this would happen."
---
BOOM!
A wall exploded.
A bizarre mecha burst through—Professor Kain in SCP-244.
> "Yes! Mecha Knight to the rescue! The evil dragon won't win now!" SCP-239 cheered.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury chuckled.
Until he heard something.
> "Evil black dragon."
He froze.
Eyes widened.
> "Wait—what dragon?"
He looked at the screen.
And his heart sank.
---
It appeared.
Black light surged from Clef's mouth and nose.
Then—his body collapsed.
Out of the swirling shadows, a fifty-foot black dragon emerged!
ROAR!!!
Soundwaves ripped across the site.
A swipe of its claw, and—
BOOM!
The roof blew apart.
Concrete rained down.
Absolute chaos.
---
The chat lost its mind.
> "WTF WTF WTF!!"
> "IS THAT A BLACK DRAGON?!"
> "Oh my god this is real fantasy now!"
> "Didn't SCP-239 just mention the black dragon?!"
> "She made it happen. She's literally a god."
---
The barrage of messages kept growing.
Suddenly, the audience realized—
When she mentioned a duel, a duel happened.
When she wanted a knife fight, they got weapons from nowhere.
Now she said evil black dragon...
And Clef transformed into one.
Reality follows her words.
She looked like a sweet little girl.
But if she wanted…
She could remake the world like clay.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury broke into a cold sweat.
> "A reality bender this powerful... she's not Euclid-class. She's a goddamn apocalypse-class anomaly."
He finally understood.
Why Clef reacted the way he did.
Why everyone else panicked.
This wasn't just a containment breach.
This was the Foundation's ultimate fear.
She wasn't a walking bomb.
She was a walking scriptwriter.
And now?
Now he needed to know how this madness would end.....
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