The world had already accepted it as fact—the Antimemetics Division was gone.

They had faced the deadliest concept humanity had ever encountered. A predator of thought. A parasite of cognition.

SCP-3125.

And still, despite knowing the risk, the brave men and women of the Antimemetics Division stood their ground.

They fought knowing they'd be forgotten.

This sacrifice moved both the Marvel and SCP worlds.

But one question remained—how did they fall?

Amnestics could erase SCP-3125 from your mind and save your life, right?

Then why did the Antimemetics Division still vanish?

That's when James, standing before the screen, opened a final document.

The file was dated: November 30th, 2015.

The author? Marion Wheeler.

Position: Head of the Antimemetics Division.

---

[S041-B30-000 was built to house a long-term project: Hughes's Fictitious Amplifier. While it advanced, the rest of us were fighting an unconscious war—losing slowly, just to buy time.]

---

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.

Nick Fury leaned forward. "The amplifier…?"

The mythical device theorized to neutralize SCP-3125? They actually tried building it?!

He stared hard at the screen. Did they succeed?

---

[Now the time we bought is gone. No one in S041-B30-000 has broken the seal yet. We've run out of people to feed to SCP-3125. There's nowhere else to retreat.]

[I'm going to enter S041-B30-000 and activate the machine. I think I can survive long enough to get to the basement.]

---

"Feed people to SCP-3125?" Tony Stark sat upright, disturbed. "That can't be literal... can it?"

Colonel Rhodes frowned. "Forget that. Read the next line. She's going to start the machine. That means..."

"They built it," Tony finished in a whisper. "They actually built it…"

---

[Standard protocol says I should leave instructions in case this fails. But I don't know who you are, or how you're reading this. Hughes is missing, I'm dead, the site is destroyed—how are you alive? Are you even conscious? Can you understand this?]

[You live in a world immersed in SCP-3125. This is a loss of control scenario. I can't help someone who doesn't exist.]

---

The livestream fell dead silent.

Then—

"WTF? Did the machine fail?"

"Wheeler died? The site's gone?"

"Was this message meant for James all along?"

"Oh no… it feels like a last message to the future…"

---

S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury let out a long breath.

"So they failed… after everything, they couldn't stop it."

A dark cloud hung over the room.

An entire division, wiped out without a trace.

---

"So what happened exactly?" one of the Foundation Overseers asked, tension high.

Every eye turned to James.

He didn't hesitate.

With a swift motion, he dragged down a clean screen, and with steady hands, wrote one word:

"Time."

---

"If we want to understand what happened," James began, "we must understand when it happened."

He picked up a stylus and scribbled on the display:

1976.

---

"According to the division's founder—" he pointed to the elderly man from earlier, who'd died at the hands of SCP-3125—"in 1976, the Foundation's Unthinkables encountered SCP-3125. They were instantly attacked. To contain it, they detonated an antimemetic bomb."

"The price?" James added, voice tight. "The entire team died. Only one man survived—and he lost his memory."

---

Then he drew an arrow, sliding the timeline forward to:

2006.

"For 30 years, the bomb suppressed SCP-3125's conceptual presence," he explained. "That's why things were calm."

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Then he held up two files.

SCP-2256 and SCP-055.

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"In 2006," James said, "2256 was classified as extinct due to excessive observation."

"In 2008, 055 was discovered."

He paused, breathing deeply—he had already injected himself twice with Class X memory enhancers. A third time would kill him.

Everyone stayed quiet. They knew this was his last chance to recover the truth.

James closed his eyes… and let the buried memories flood back.

---

Fragments. Faces. Files. Flashes of light.

A tape. A scream. The amplifier.

He breathed through it.

Then opened his eyes.

---

"In 2008, Bart Hughes—Containment Architect of the Division—oversaw the construction of the unit that would later house SCP-3125."

"At the time, 400 organizations worldwide were studying antimemetic threats."

He looked up.

"Then… SCP-3125 returned."

---

Everyone on-screen and off gasped.

---

Tony Stark stared. "But they used the bomb! SCP-3125 was wiped out conceptually—wasn't it?"*

Rhodes shook his head. "SCP-3125 is a conceptual organism. It can't be destroyed like normal things."

"It was never gone," James said softly. "Just waiting."

---

A new file popped up. James inserted a videotape.

---

"The outbreak destroyed Site-167, the Division's headquarters. Hughes disappeared."

James paused.

"And Number Eight… wasn't there."

Everyone turned sharply.

"O5-8?" a supervisor repeated in shock. "You mean… he was involved?"

James nodded.

"According to Hughes, he didn't even know why."

---

The footage began.

A middle-aged man entered the frame.

He looked normal—except for the strange device clamped over his left eye. Like a cybernetic blindfold with four tiny lenses, mimicking an eye.

---

"That's the Germ," James said. "A tool used to block short-term memories—acts as a cognitive filter and proxy between Hughes's thoughts and the outside world."

---

The livestream viewers were stunned by the technology.

Even now, the Antimemetics Division was full of surprises.

---

In the footage, Hughes moved through a sealed two-story facility until he reached a meeting room with a double-height ceiling.

Four people were waiting.

Among them—Marion Wheeler.

And then, a face that made O5-2 curse out loud:

"O5-8?! What the hell is he doing there?"

James interrupted calmly.

"I asked Hughes. He said—he doesn't remember."

---

Back in the footage, O5-8 greeted Hughes.

A chair waited for him. A file was already laid out on the table.

Hughes hesitated, then picked up the document.

It was a research paper.

Signed by Hughes.

And it confirmed their fears.

---

A new, hyper-aggressive memetic complex had been observed.

It was being designated… SCP-3125.

The authors requested an Apollyon classification.

---

The livestream went nuclear.

"Apollyon?! That's… that's end-of-all-things level!"

"They confirmed SCP-3125 was active again!"

"And even wanted it listed as Apollyon?!"

---

S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury turned to Maria Hill, his voice trembling.

"What was the l

ast Apollyon-class SCP we saw?"

Maria answered, dead serious:

"SCP-3999. I AM IN ALL THINGS."

---

Now, they had another.

SCP-3125.

---

An idea that kills thought.

A concept that devours memory.

A silence that erases the past.

And it's back.

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