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"A167, Natasha," Felix Ragnell spoke at last, a playful curl in his voice. "I've got a new idea."
"Why don't we form a mobile task force made up entirely of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents?"
"What?!" Natasha and Dr. A167—on the other end of comms—blurted in unison.
"Think about it." Felix's thoughts clicked into place as he talked. "They're professionally trained, field-hardened, and they know the 'bright side' of this world inside out. We give them better gear, clearer objectives, and… richer rewards."
"Let them keep 'protecting the world'—just with a different boss, and a different rulebook."
"Containment succeeds? Merit-based rewards. Cash, equipment, tech—hell, even personal wishes, if I can swing it. Mission fails? They eat the consequences. Fair, no?"
His lips lifted into a devil's smile.
"We'll call them… the Wall-Hoppers. Thoughts?"
The command room was hushed and heavy.
On the main display, three remotely piloted robots streamed live feeds. They had rolled into the frost-lacquered cavern; under their treads lay drifts of SCP-307 shards—ivy-ice, shattered and dead.
"Core mass locked—SCP-307's primary is beneath the humanoid asset's wreckage."
Dr. A167 sat at the controls, fingers a blur on the holo-keys. Barely contained excitement bled into his voice.
"Prepare to execute final containment."
Natasha stood behind him, eyes fixed on the screens.
At last she would see the true face of the horror that had, in mere half a day, butchered over a hundred lives.
Among the dead were blood-soaked terrorists, elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agents… and perhaps—kidnapped innocents.
To the creature in that cave, none of them had been different.
On the feed, a crab-like robot clicked forward, raising its glinting alloy shears.
It carefully lifted the shattered Mark I debris aside to reveal what lay beneath.
A single… purple vine. Less than a meter long. Finger-thick. Plain as a houseplant.
Its roots bit deep into a hairline crack in the rock; its tip bore a soft wash of tender green, almost ornamental—almost innocent.
That was SCP-307?
Natasha could scarcely believe her eyes.
A little vine like this had birthed that purple death-storm?
"Prune it," Dr. A167 ordered, voice cold.
The shears dropped. Snip. The vine parted at the base, leaving a stub barely two centimeters long.
Almost as the cut was made, every frozen tendril in the cavern withered, blackened, and collapsed into powder—life snuffed like a candle.
A second robot, with two intact arms, stepped in. Special forceps pinched up the twitching segment—the primary piece still faintly writhing.
It placed the sample into a palm-sized, silver-lustered casket.
Click.
The latch sealed. The "SEALED" indicator blinked from red to green.
"SCP-307: containment complete."
A167 exhaled forever and sagged into his chair, satisfaction softening his face.
At that exact moment, another voice chimed—only Felix could hear it, cold and mechanical inside his skull.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations—Host has successfully led the containment of Euclid-class anomaly "SCP-307," meeting hidden conditions: "Zero Foundation Casualties," "Using Another's Blade," etc. Composite grade: S!]
[Calculating rewards…]
[New Ability Unlocked: SCP-307 (Partial)!]
[Ability Details:]
Summon & Control — You can manifest SCP-307 vines anywhere and command them in combat.
Thermal Sense — Your perception is enhanced with serpent-like heat vision; warm-blooded targets stand out in darkness.
Body of the Green — Your physiology subtly shifts with plant traits. While your core consciousness remains intact, you can repair non-fatal injuries rapidly by consuming flesh.
[Items Granted:]
• Sanctuary Card ×2 — Target becomes immune to proactive attacks from anomalies for 24 hours (invalid if target initiates hostility).
• SCP-307 Hypergrowth Serum ×1 — Inject into 307's primary to trigger brief, extreme proliferation. (Tip: Reverse-engineering the formula may be possible.)
[Legend Value +1000]
[Current Legend Value: 1550]
—Boom.
A vast data-wash detonated through Felix's mind.
He felt his body changing.
Beneath his skin, countless hair-fine rootlets budded and threaded, knitting seamlessly into nerve and flesh.
His eyes still saw the command room, yet a second image bloomed within: a world rendered in heat.
He "saw" the warm drum of Natasha's heart. He "saw" A167's blood sprinting faster with excitement.
He could even feel the tiny vine sealed inside the metal casket—its awareness nuzzling toward him with something like filial devotion.
As if he were its root. Its source.
Felix raised his right hand.
At a thought, a threadlike purple vine—no thicker than a toothpick—slid, silent, from his palm.
It looped his finger, affectionate.
He glanced from that living filament to the monitor's cleansed cavern—then slowly smiled, cold and pleased.
"Natasha."
His voice carried a newborn, eldritch magnetism.
"From today… I'm the Master of the Garden."
The vine in his palm nuzzled once, then withdrew, whisper-quiet, back beneath his skin.
As if nothing had happened.
But Felix knew—something had changed forever.
(End of Chapter)
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