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"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Margin nodded. "Indubitably."
Lang raised an eyebrow. "And why exactly is that?"
Margin sighed, rolling his eyes. Fucking toddlers, he thought to himself. "SCP-682 can be killed. We know this. We've seen proof. But has 682?"
Lang snorted. "I still don't see the point behind it-"
"But I do. This is too good an opportunity to pass up."
"What did the O5 say? You did run this by them, correct?"
"Of course I did, Lang. They've approved it."
Lang paused, then nodded, sighing. "Alright, I'll work on getting a copy for you. In the mean time, find a video projector for 682. But if anything goes wrong-"
"It will be on my head," Margin interrupted, "I know. I've accepted this."
The two remained still for a moment, then Lang stuck out a hand. Margin shook it.
"Good luck."
"682?"
Margin was very good at hiding his fear behind a glass panel. He wouldn't be able to say the same thing without it. Just watching the vast acid pool shift as a reptilian head surfaced was unnerving.
It was the eyes. So alien, but filled with an emotion anyone could understand.
Hate. Pure, unbridled, unfiltered, hate.
"What is it?" Its voice reverberated throughout the complex. It was impatient, and Margin would rather not test that patience.
"I have something to show you," Margin said. "What can you tell us about this video?"
On cue, a D-Class wheeled a widescreen TV onto the catwalk above 682. It watched with naked disdain, growling low in its throat. The D-Class stopped in the middle of the catwalk, turned on the TV, and rushed away. Margin had expected 682 to kill him on sight. And for a moment, it looked like it would have.
If its attention wasn't wrested away from the poor soul by Exploratory Misson 2935.2.
Margin had already viewed the tape several times, but just hearing it made his blood run cold. Knowing something could do the impossible but at such a cost was… unnerving.
"What?" 682 said, loudly. Margin perked. He moved to press the radio button when 682 continued speaking.
"How is this possible?" Its eyes squinted, but there was something in them. Not hate. Something else.
"I thought it a myth…" 682 muttered quietly, eyes fixed onto the screen.
Margin anxiously waited for 682 to continue speaking, but it didn't. It only watched. Its body language was tense, however, with anticipation.
Then came the phrase which always made Margin's heart stop.
The lizard? Yeah, I was assigned to that job.
682's eyes widened. "What reality is this from?" it demanded, not even bothering to hide its unease. "What is this tape?! How did you get it?!"
Margin didn't answer, but instead, he waited.
If he didn't know any better, he'd say 682 was afraid.
As MTF Epsilon-13 made their way downstairs, 682's tail began twitching, swaying from side to side. When they reached the bottom, 682 inhaled loudly, before speaking again.
"No," it said softly, "no, don't let it be true…"
Agent Roy opened the door.
And 682 screamed.
"THIS ISN'T POSSIBLE!" it cried, "IT ISN'T REAL, IT'S A MYTH! NOTHING LIKE THAT COULD EVER EXIST! IT SHOULDN'T EXIST!"
Margin leaned away from the glass despite himself. Then 682 swung its tail and destroyed the TV, catwalk, and the tape.
Good thing it was just a copy, Margin thought.
"WHAT TIME WAS IT?"
Margin blinked, then pressed the intercom. "I'm not sure I-"
"WHAT TIME WAS IT WHEN THAT UNIVERSE DIED?" 682's tone was as sharp as a knife.
"3:13," Margin answered, "the date was April 20th, 2016."
682 didn't say anything, but it did approach the panel. Head titled upward, it glared at Margin through the glass. "Of course it was," it muttered, before snorting. "Don't try to pretend this wasn't the fault of you apes. Do you know what you've done? You've released that thing into this universe-"
"SCP-2935 is sealed," Margin interrupted, "MTF Epislon-13 trapped themselves within it to ensure that whatever killed that universe didn't get in."
682 moved back, shocked. "What?"
"In other words, the only reason you're alive is because of us."
682 didn't do anything. Instead, it sank within its acid tank, leaving only the head above the acid. Margin thought it brooding, but he couldn't be sure.
After five minutes, Margin was about to leave when 682 said the last thing he thought it would.
"Thank… you…"
He spun around instantly, stunned, then pressed the intercom. "Could you repeat that?" Margin said in disbelief.
682 growled threateningly. "I've humiliated myself enough already. But… if you apes did prevent that thing from getting into this universe, then I cannot deny that you… vermin," 682 spat, "have some use."
Margin leaned in close, pressing the intercom again.
"You said that thing is a myth. What exactly are you referring to?"
"You can never understand," 682 said, "and in that respect only, I envy you. If your entire disgusting race has one positive quality, it is that you will never understand what happened to that universe."
"What is it?" Margin said, unwilling to not press this point.
682's eyes locked onto his through the glass, and he recoiled.
"The only thing I hate more than you vermin."
