The entire Marvel audience stared at the screen, wide-eyed.
They thought they were hallucinating.
An immortal man…
And an old man radiating an aura of natural disaster?
Were they serious?
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Could this be some kind of reality-warping ability?" Natasha Romanoff asked, her brows furrowed. "The type where he can't even control it himself?"
Nick Fury shook his head slowly.
"If it were just a reality bender, the Foundation would know. They'd have it classified and contained differently."
He scanned the files again. When his eyes landed on one sentence, his expression froze:
> 'The subject appears as a man between eighty and ninety years old, yet he has shown no signs of aging in the fifty years since the Foundation first became aware of him.'
Nick Fury's eyes widened in shock.
"That means… he didn't always look like this. He wasn't ageless before! He must have done something to gain this ability."
His speculation instantly electrified everyone.
But alongside the excitement came a wave of unease—
What kind of experience could grant a man such a terrifying curse of immortality?
---
The screen revealed more information:
> [SCP-1440 appears to be aware of its effect on humans, and will attempt to avoid contact whenever possible.]
[Despite these intentions, SCP-1440 is forced to wander in an extremely complex pattern that inevitably brings him into contact with humans.]
[The nature of this wandering pattern has not been successfully analyzed, and SCP-1440 has never been able to provide an explanation.]
[The subject is not actively hostile and will not resist containment, but due to his anomalous properties, all containment attempts have failed—each resulting in catastrophic losses of personnel and resources.]
The livestream chat exploded:
> "Wait—he's not hostile? He's actually a kind old man?"
"Damn… so he knows he hurts people and tries to avoid them?"
"This poor guy. He's literally cursed to wander alone forever."
"Man's like a walking apocalypse, and he hates it."
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury's face hardened.
As he read the line "inevitably leads him to contact with humans", a chill ran down his spine.
"What kind of existence forces this pattern on him?" he muttered.
"Is it power? Or is it a curse?"
---
The file continued:
> [SCP-1440 first came to the Foundation's attention when he approached Dr. ██████, a researcher at Site-██, during her morning commute.]
[SCP-1440 somehow knew she worked for the Foundation, and begged her for assistance.]
[When asked what kind of help he needed, he replied: he wanted the Foundation to destroy him.]
[SCP-1440 was escorted to Site-██ for questioning. Within days, the entire site was destroyed. ███ personnel died. Six Safe and Euclid-class SCP objects were lost.]
[Every other attempt to contain SCP-1440 has ended in the same way.]
---
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., the agents were speechless.
"Wait—he literally asked to be destroyed?"
"And just bringing him to a site wiped it off the map??"
"Six anomalies destroyed with him?? Holy hell!"
Even Nick Fury's face went pale.
Only now did he realize how much he had underestimated the "natural disaster aura" this old man carried.
If SCP-1440 ever set foot in Site-17, where anomalous humanoids were kept…
Or worse, Site-19, the Foundation's largest containment hub…
The very thought made Fury shudder.
---
Kamar-Taj
"This ability…" The Ancient One whispered as her face darkened, "…is no mere anomaly."
Her heart filled with dread.
"Could it be that some higher being bestowed this curse on him?"
She remembered the Crimson King.
Galactus, the Devourer of Worlds.
The Cosmic Starfish.
Her hands trembled slightly.
"If a higher god can give such a curse…
What kind of power do they hold for themselves?"
---
The light curtain shifted again. A note appeared on the screen:
> [The following is an interview conducted during Area-142's fourth attempt to contain SCP-1440. Fortunately, this record was stored on a remote server.]
[Interview Log 1440-7]
[Interviewer: Dr. ██████]
[Interviewed: SCP-1440]
As Leon Lake prepared to load the video, another slip of paper fell out with a foreword:
> [Foreword: After SCP-1440's arrival at Area-142, personnel reported severe headaches and nausea. Within two days, three of the facility's four water purification filters failed. The hangar collapsed, killing several pilots. Dr. ██████, previously in perfect health, died of sudden multi-organ failure.]
Leon Lake froze.
The Marvel audience watching nearly screamed.
What they had been jokingly calling a "disaster aura"…
was now a horrifying reality.
SCP-1440 didn't just bring natural disasters.
He radiated death itself—weakening everything around him, from machines to human organs.
This wasn't just misfortune.
This was Disaster. Doom. Decay.
The screen flickered again.
The scene sharpened into focus—
a simple meeting room.
A weary researcher sat at a table.
Across from him sat an old man.
Wrapped in a thick black robe, a square black cap on his head, and a ragged cloth bag over his shoulder.
His face was lined with age.
But his eyes… carried the weight of eternity.
The audience knew instantly—
This was SCP-1440.
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