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Dr. Kondraki collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Watching this unfold, the hearts of the audience in the live broadcast room sank.

It could be said that within Site-17, Dr. Kondraki was one of the few capable of confronting Dr. Clef head-on.

And now...

Kondraki had fallen.

Was it all over?

Would Clef be allowed to carry out his bloody execution mission unopposed?

At this point, even the most optimistic viewers could no longer deceive themselves.

No one believed Clef's actions would end well.

Yet, the more observant among them noticed something strange.

—Where was James?

"Where's James?"

"Hasn't he appeared since reaching an agreement with Dr. Kondraki?" Natasha Romanoff voiced her concern, furrowing her brow.

"If he shows up now, I'm afraid even he might not be a match for Clef."

Nick Fury remained silent, deep in thought.

He tried putting himself in James's shoes.

It was clear that Clef's invasion could no longer be stopped.

If Clef reached SCP-239 first, the consequences would be catastrophic. There was only one logical course of action left.

Nick Fury's expression sharpened.

He finally spoke.

"Find 239 before Dr. Clef does."

Back in the livestream, the screen returned to a surveillance view.

After breaching SCP-091-ARC's containment, Clef had left the chamber and was now steadily walking in a specific direction.

However, he hadn't gone far before new commotion broke out.

Puff, puff, puff—

Countless butterflies fluttered into the corridor, their translucent wings shimmering under the dim emergency lights.

A figure appeared amidst the swarm.

Surprisingly, it wasn't Kondraki—

It was a young woman.

Or rather, ten identical pale-skinned women, all appearing to be in their early twenties.

At the same time, a prompt appeared on the screen:

[Project Name: Lilith]

[Item #: SCP-336]

[Object Class: Euclid]

The chatroom exploded in confusion.

"Another humanoid SCP?!"

"Is she here to stop Clef?!"

"This is getting crazier by the second!"

As the tension mounted, the confrontation began.

Clef's expression changed drastically when he saw her.

"You..." he whispered, stunned. "Why are you here?"

SCP-336's voice was cold and calm.

"A researcher found me," she said. "He asked me to stop you."

Clef's face twisted in frustration.

He began speaking in an unknown language—something ancient and melodic.

SCP-336 responded fluently, engaging in what sounded like an intense exchange.

It quickly became clear:

Clef was trying to persuade her.

But after several minutes of back and forth, Clef finally sighed in resignation.

"So there's no other way, huh?"

SCP-336 slowly shook her head.

"No. Your motives may be pure," she said softly. "But your methods are too extreme."

The words seemed to cut Clef deeper than any bullet.

His face contorted in pain as he muttered bitterly, "My love for you has never faded... You know that."

"I know."

Silence.

The entire livestream chat fell utterly quiet.

The audience, who had been watching with wide eyes, was stunned speechless.

Love?

Clef loved an anomaly?

"WHAT THE F**K DID I JUST HEAR?!"

"Clef has a thing for anomalies?!"

"First the tree... now this?!"

The reactions were a chaotic mix of disbelief and horrified fascination.

Meanwhile, in S.H.I.E.L.D., the atmosphere was just as weird.

Natasha's jaw dropped.

"Wait... Clef had a relationship with 336 before she was contained?"

Nick Fury rubbed his temples.

The implications were too much to process.

And it was about to get worse.

On the screen, SCP-336 approached Clef.

She leaned close, removing a device that seemed to modulate her voice.

Bringing her lips close to Clef's ear, she uttered just a single note.

A sound so pure, so sharp—

the livestream signal instantly distorted.

Static filled the feed.

Ssssszzzzhhhhh—!

Clef screamed, clutching his head.

He fell to his knees, howling in agony.

SCP-336's face was full of sorrow as she whispered:

"Your devotion is noble... but you—"

Bang!

A shotgun blast echoed through the corridor.

The livestream froze for a moment.

Then, slowly, the audience saw Clef—blood dripping from his ears—stand up.

His hands trembled as he raised his smoking shotgun once more.

Bang!

Another shot rang out.

SCP-336 collapsed in a heap, her fate unknown.

The entire live broadcast room exploded in disbelief.

"DID HE JUST—?!"

"If you love her, SHOOT her?! What kinda toxic breakup is this?!"

"I...I have no words."

But as shocking as it was, when the audience thought about it carefully...

it almost made a twisted kind of sense.

336 had tried to destroy Clef's mind.

Clef's retaliation, brutal as it was, followed the logic of survival.

On-screen, Clef reloaded his shotgun slowly, blood pouring freely from his ears.

He slid down the wall, trembling, finally sitting on the cold floor.

Tears streamed down his soot-streaked face.

Around him, the strange blossoms that had sprouted earlier were wilting and dying.

Even the infection SCP-091-ARC had inflicted seemed to retreat.

Puff, puff, puff—

Phantom butterflies emerged once more, cloaking Clef's broken body.

And then, Clef vanished.

Gone from sight.

In the livestream chat, emotions were mixed.

Some pitied Clef.

Some cursed him.

Others simply didn't know what to think anymore.

Why was he so determined to terminate SCP-239?

Why had he disobeyed orders, broken containment, betrayed friends, even killed the ones he once loved?

As SCP-336 had said—

"Your motives may be pure. But your methods are too extreme."

The livestream cut to black.

When it returned, the viewers finally saw the one person they'd been waiting for—

James.

He was standing outside a containment chamber door.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man with thinning hair, expressionless and eerily calm—Dr. Gears.

"Site Command has confirmed that Dr. Clef attempted to terminate SCP-239 without authorization," Gears said in his robotic tone.

"His actions have caused multiple containment breaches and injured several personnel, including Dr. Kondraki."

James frowned.

"So you and Professor Kain were sent to stop him?"

Dr. Gears tilted his head slightly.

"No. Clef's behavior was unexpected. Our original orders were less... defined. Since joining the Foundation, I've been tasked with many unusual duties."

James narrowed his eyes.

He couldn't determine whether Gears was an ally or a threat.

And yet—

Both of them stood at the door of SCP-239's containment room.

The tension in the chat skyrocketed.

"NO WAY. JAMES IS GONNA MEET 239?!"

"This is suicide!"

"My heart can't take this!"

Inside the video feed, James remained cautious.

He had no way of knowing if Gears had come with good intentions.

He didn't even know if Kain was really nearby.

One wrong move could trigger 239's powers—and doom everyone.

"What did you do after receiving the orders?" James asked carefully.

Gears thought for a moment.

"Professor Kain entered SCP-244 and expressed willingness to assist Dr. Kondraki. He also requested use of a certain... weapon. I advised caution, but the professor proceeded regardless."

While answering, Gears calmly observed James.

Not James's appearance—but his eyes.

Deep. Focused. Unshakable.

Finally, Gears asked a question of his own:

"So... what's your plan?"

James answered without hesitation.

"I plan to meet SCP-239."

Gears's robotic eyes flickered ever so slightly.

"A rather risky plan."

James didn't relax.

His hand hovered near his concealed weapon.

Perhaps sensing the tension, Gears slowly produced a card from his pocket and offered it forward.

"You'll need this to enter," he said.

The invisible battle of wills ended there.

James took the card, and the audience watching breathed a collective sigh of relief.

At least—for now—there was no fight.

But as James prepared to open SCP-239's door, the tension reached a breaking point.

He was about to meet a being powerful enough to rewrite reality on a whim.

The camera feed followed him, switching to surveillance angles as James entered the containment chamber.

8:21 AM.

James stepped through the door.

And there, at the center of the sterile white room, sat the cause of the entire disaster.

SCP-239.

No monstrous deformity.

No swirling vortex of malevolent power.

Just...

a small girl.

About eight years old.

Shoulder-length blonde hair.

Thin, frail-looking, barely a meter tall.

The only odd thing about her was her eyes—

glimmering with a strange gray-green hue.

But the audience knew better.

Inside that tiny frame was the power to destroy the world.

At Kamar-Taj, even the Ancient One stiffened.

In her mystical sight, the containment room was flooded with unimaginable green particles—

energy more violent than anything even the Dark Dimension could conjure.

Even she dared not look directly at SCP-239.

At S.H.I.E.L.D., Natasha whispered hoarsely:

"That's not a child. That's a god."

Nick Fury clenched his fists, watching with bated breath.

What would James do?

The camera angle shifted slightly downward, heightening the surreal tension.

No sound. Only silent, frozen images.

James approached.

He didn't attack.

He didn't panic.

He simply squatted down... and smiled warmly.

And then—

SCP-239 smiled back.

Without hesitation, she threw herself into his arms.

At that moment—

James held a god.

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