> "What the hell were you thinking? She could do anything, Leon! We tried to keep her from the experiment, and you did this! I swear if—"
The man stopped short.
He stared at Leon Lake like he had just discovered a fifth apocalypse doctor hiding in plain sight.
Finally, Leon spoke.
> "I understand your frustration. But I don't think it's warranted."
Leon's tone was calm—gentle, even—like he was explaining something deeply important.
> "I caused the containment breach for SCP-239, yes. But I did it to preserve her containment. If I had told her directly, it might have made her question the current 'Witch Girl' containment narrative."
He paused.
> "I used every tool at my disposal to extend the containment strategy and end the threat posed by Dr. Clef. SCP-239 still doesn't fully understand her abilities. She only knows they can be amplified through 'necromancers' and their 'forbidden spellbooks.' I merely expanded on the narrative we'd already been using."
The Q5 Council supervisor looked completely dumbfounded.
> "…What the hell are you talking about?"
The audience in the livestream was stunned too.
But the sharpest viewers began to connect the dots—to that earlier scene where SCP-239 mimicked Leon casting "witchcraft."
Then it clicked.
Leon had been LARPing (Live Action Role Playing)—with a Level 4 reality bender.
And this time, SCP-239 was loving it.
---
In the footage, Leon continued as if lost in thought, voice soft:
> "Dr. Clef had been corrupted by the Ultimate Darkness… a vast, invisible evil force that's infiltrated our world."
The supervisor looked like he'd just heard a bedtime story.
Because that's what it sounded like.
Leon pressed on.
> "The darkness overtook Clef. Only a few remaining witches and wizards still had the power to resist it."
Then, Leon pointed at himself.
> "I, a Supreme Council Necromancer, was dispatched—alongside Swordsman Kondraki—to purge the darkness and dispel the evil. SCP-239 and I invoked the Emergency Spellbook, which only two Masters can wield during a time of Ultimate Darkness."
The room went silent.
1 second…
2 seconds…
BOOM!!!
The livestream chat exploded.
> "OH MY GOD, HE'S ROLE-PLAYING."
> "Necromancer Leon?? Swordsman Kondraki??"
> "Dr. Clef got corrupted by the evil darkness… I can't stop laughing!"
> "This is the best SCP story arc ever."
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
> "So that's what this was all about…"
Natasha Romanoff leaned back, stunned.
The ridiculous but oddly consistent tone of the events now made sense.
It had all been roleplay—in the mind of a girl who could reshape reality.
Nick Fury nodded to himself. It explained the wild tonal shift halfway through the mission log.
---
Kamar-Taj
> "This is brilliant! I want to play too! I'll be the Sorcerer Supreme!"
> "No! I'm the Sorcerer Supreme!"
The young magic apprentices were already arguing over roles.
Watching them, the Ancient One sighed. Role-playing? Fun?
To her, this was a game of life and death.
What if Dr. Clef had been the dragon all along?
She shook her head solemnly. But deep down, she admired Leon's handling of the situation.
---
Back on screen, the supervisor shook his head.
> "She believed that?"
> "Sir, with all due respect—she's nine," Leon replied. "Her only question was whether she could learn fencing, too."
The supervisor blinked in disbelief.
> "This is insane. You could've gotten everyone killed! What did you let her cast?"
He hesitated, then used the term reluctantly:
> "…a forbidden spell?"
> "We started with the most basic one. The first spell every apprentice learns."
> "...You mean… Magic Missile?"
Leon nodded.
> "Magic Missile."
> "You call that a Magic Missile?!" the supervisor shouted, pointing to the wreckage left in the corridor. "She nearly vaporized a hallway!"
Leon shrugged.
> "Clearly, she's a very capable magic apprentice."
The livestream chat burst into laughter.
> "Leon's poker face is god-tier."
> "This guy's out here outsmarting gods and babysitting nukes with fairy tales."
---
At the end of the scene, the supervisor gave Leon a final look.
> "Very well. Psychological evaluation is next. Don't miss it."
The scene shifted.
Leon was now across from a bald psychiatrist, who smiled gently.
> "Was it hard to do?"
He pointed to footage of Leon injecting SCP-239 with the tranquilizer.
> "What?"
> "Putting a child into a chemically induced coma."
Leon's face remained unreadable.
> "I'd practiced giving injections before. I've gotten good at it."
The psychiatrist's smile faltered.
> "That's… not what I meant."
Leon was calm—his voice like still water.
> "If there had been any other option, I'd have taken it. But there weren't. She was spiraling out of control. I had to protect her. And us."
> "So this was self-defense?"
> "I wouldn't want to do it again. But I would."
The screen froze at the moment Leon gently picked up SCP-239.
> "What did you whisper to her?" the psychiatrist asked. "The video shows you leaning in."
Leon hesitated.
> "That… has nothing to do with the evaluation."
> "I think it does."
Leon sighed. His voice softened—unconsciously.
> "...I told her good night. And to have a sweet dream."
The doctor blinked.
Something in his expression thawed.
But then, he handed Leon another file.
> "You prepared for this before it happened. Did you read SCP-239's diary?"
> "Diary?" Leon looked confused.
> "Yes. If you hadn't read it… how did you know something was about to go wrong?"
> "Maybe… a premonition."
Leon opened the file and skimmed its contents.
---
[SCP-239's Diary – 3 Days Before Incident 239-B]
> Dear Diary,
> I did something bad today. I found a dead bird and brought it back to life with a life spell. The little birds were crying and I didn't want them to be sad.
> I know I broke the rules… The Supreme Necromancer Clef said if I did it again, he'd banish me to the underworld for a hundred years.
> I'm scared of him. I hope he doesn't find out.
> *I don't want to die :( *
---
The livestream chat fell into stunned silence.
Nick Fury:
> "..."
Leon stared at the page, blinking slowly.
For the first time in hours, real emotion touched his face.
> "So… Clef…"
The psychiatrist nodded with a bitter smile.
> "She feared he'd kill her. So she imagined he was possessed by evil… and came to Site-17 to stop her."
Leon exhaled, rubbing his eyes.
> "That's why this entire mess happened…"
The audience watching the livestream let out a collective ohhhhhhhh.
They had guessed dozens of reasons: a betrayal, a rogue AI, hostile groups.
But no—
It all started because a little girl was scared of punishment for resurrecting a bird.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Fury sat back, emotionally drained.
Thinking back on the incident, he realized something grim:
The two guards who died… were the only real casualties.
And Clef?
He'd been vilified, assaulted, and nearly killed…
…because a child thought he'd banish her.
---
Back in the footage, Leon stared in silence.
Then the doctor handed him one more document.
> "Dr. Clef foresaw it, too. But a reality bender's powers… don't play fair."
Leon opened the file.
It was a deleted draft from Clef's email—timestamped 48 hours before the incident.
---
TO: All SCP Personnel
From: Dr. A. Clef, Site-19
Subject: STOP ME
> "Secure SCP-239 immediately. Place Site-17 on lockdown. You must stop me—or someone will die."
> "Twenty-four hours ago, I suddenly had an urge to terminate SCP-239. The compulsion grew stronger. I believe she misunderstood something I said…"
> "The kid is smart, but also naïve. Damn it—I was arrogant. This is my fault."
---
The chat was dead silent.
Until someone finally said:
> "Clef… you poor bastard."
Another added:
> "She warped his thoughts. He knew something was wrong. He begged to be stopped…"
And someone else:
> "A little girl's fear rewrote reality… and nearly tore it apart."
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