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Even gods must have nightmares, and every hero will have their demon
Dr. Bright looked at the last remnants of the Foundation from within his protected bunker. He watched the last Foundation agents either beg for mercy, surrender and lay down their arms, turn on their fellow agents, all for a chance of survival. He saw other agents trying to fight their way out, killing hundreds of SCP--3731 instances.
It didn't matter. Surrender, begging, becoming a turncoat, the SCP-3731 instances slaughtered them all. The agents attempting to fight their way out were forced to turn on themselves through psychic manipulations, or killed by physical manipulations of the instances.
The instances, after all, had not only had the numbers advantage, they also had the advantage of having more abilities then the average human.
Dr. Bright knew that what remained of the Foundation was doomed. Oh, sure, the Foundation had the advantage for awhile, due to the disorganization of the SCP-3713 instances, but at the end of the day, the Foundation was doomed to lose. The Foundation agents had been better trained, better organized, better intelligence of their enemies, but the instances had abilities that the Foundation couldn't, wouldn't accept, and numbers that the Foundation couldn't hope to match lest they resort to methods that would've destroyed them morally.
And so they lost. The last remnants of the Foundation crumbled, and they were destroyed by the instances like ashes in the wind.
Dr. Bright looked at his amulet, and mused about where the other rather infamous doctors could've gone. He knew most of them ended up as SCP-3713 instances, but Clef, he knew for certain, was in the Orange Zone during the SCP-3396 outbreak, and Gears had been recalled quickly enough to avoid the outbreak, but just about every other person had been infected.
The last he knew where Gears went was to Jaipur during the infant incident, apparently some rather important SCPs were stationed there, so Gears was probably dead. Well, unless the Black Queen interfered. And according to the rumors before the Foundation had finally fallen, Clef had been spotted heading in the direction of SCP-001. But then again, according to the rumors, Clef had gotten pregnant with a baby, became the Sun, eaten Site-19, and Kondraki had been spotted attempting to become SCP-682, so rumors weren't exactly… trustworthy, to say the least.
He sighed. So. He was the last person left in the Foundation. The Foundation had destroyed everything on Earth, and according to the trackers he had implanted inside of most of humanity about two years before the SCP-3396 Outbreak happened, they had quite literally just went to space. Fantastic. So not only had their 'plan', destroyed most of Earth, but it had also done absolutely jackshit towards their enemies.
It was less of a 'plan', and more of an attempt to destroy SCP-3731 along with the Foundation. Except instead of taking it down, the Foundation had ended up destroying themselves, and basically all of the instances had just moved out of range of the weapon.
Well, he supposed it was time. He began briskly walking towards the containment chambers, and stopped right outside of the gate, his hand inches away from opening the door.
Was it really going to be worth it? Was he willing to sacrifice everything, just to take down SCP-3731 and SCP-3396? He had never agreed with the Foundation when it decided to attempt to contain most of humanity after they had gone anomalous, and he had advocated instead for a new centralized anomalous society.
He looked at his hands. Was he willing to stain his hands more in the name of vengeance? To destroy more lives in a desperate pursuit of revenge?
He knew why SCP-3396 had empowered most of humanity. To counter the threat that lied beyond. Was he willing to destroy the defenses that the parasite had erected, to help destroy this reality?
He knew the answer before he even finished thinking.
"Ah, fuck it. I've gone too far already."
And he entered the booth and started bargaining.
Clef looked at the goo that SCP-3396 had left behind before it had left.
Well, 'goo' wouldn't exactly be accurate, considering it was the melted cocoon of a god-creating parasite.
Oh, he knew exactly why it had empowered humanity. But to be completely honest, he couldn't care less if this reality fell. In fact, he would probably aid the things that tried.
Most people in the Foundation had called him a lot of names. Lucifer, God, Satan, Agent Ukulele, and the list goes on and on and on. Even his own colleagues, who had known him since he had first arrived weren't sure what to make of him. Fuck, even the O5 Council was afraid of him.
It was his reputation, and he was damned proud of it.
Of course, a few of those legends were real, and a few were false, but his reputation was surprisingly useful when dealing with people. His psychic defenses were enhanced with every book he could steal from the Wanderer's Library. To this day, the Librarians there have literal Kill-On-Sight orders out on him if he's sighted, and yet he's still alive.
It was part of the reason the parasite didn't enhance him. It didn't know what it would make if Clef's powers grew. It didn't know which of those legends were real, and which of those were false. Sure, it wouldn't be that bad if the important ones were fake, but if the important ones were real? The parasite and the ascended humans would be absolutely screwed with the massive power boost it gave Clef, considering Clef had, and still did have an innate dislike of all things that claimed to be 'all-powerful'.
He refocused onto the goo and sighed. What could it do, he wondered? The cocoon of a god-enhancing parasite wasn't exactly what you would find on the road any odd day of the week.
He decided that the only way to know was to test it. So he pulled out of his bag a fork. And then he poked it.
The fork suddenly grew feathers at the tip. Tiny feathers, but feathers no less.
Clef blinked. And then he mused about what would happen if he dropped the entire fork into the goo.
Well, no sense in waiting. Might as well do it.
The fork hit the goo with a flop. And next thing Clef knew, he was looking at a chicken where the fork used to be.
"What the actual fuck." Clef muttered.
The chicken looked at him. They stared at each other for a few seconds. Then the chicken proceeded to, and Clef had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, grew rockets out of its ass, which Clef recognized the rockets to be miniature RD-180s, and flew away.
"Well… that was… different." That was certainly not what he was expecting. Then again, this was the cocoon of a thing that had turned most of humanity into… things. Things was probably the best way to describe some of what humanity had turned into. There were no words in the human vocabulary to describe half the crap he had seen while trying to make his way here.
He watched as the chicken flew away into the sunset, and then shrugged and went back to studying the cocoon. It was, after all, quite interesting.
Hours passed, and Clef relentlessly examined the melted cocoon, experimenting on it over and over again. It took quite awhile before Clef began talking again.
"Hmm… seems to be quite anomalous, as I see no difference between this and for some reason, melted pasts, down to the atomic level." Clef mumbled to himself. "Well, now it's time for the step that must be taken… experimenting on a human subject."
He looked in his infinite bag that he had stolen from the Global Occult Coalition before its collapse, and found… wait, where was the non-anomalous human he had stored in there a few years ago?
"Damn it. Now I gotta go find some non-anomalous human on this Earth and kidnap him and experiment on him." Clef grumbled.
Suddenly, he had a moment of inspiration. He could just use himself! It was brilliant! Well, not safe, but he didn't exactly feel like spending years looking for a non-anomalous human. That would take too fucking long.
So Clef walked up to the cocoon, picked it up using an already mutated spoon, which had, thankfully, only grown two fingers on the side, unlike his other experiments, and poured it onto himself.
Gears opened his eyes up, looking around him.
