Silence.
Not just from the audience—even the hardened Foundation agents watched in solemn dread.
Deadpool, who once laughed as the Lizard God chewed his limbs off, now shivered.
Zhang Chulan, who endured the Witch-Child's games, paled.
Even the ruthless Empress's eyes flickered with pity.
The Aeon of Nihility… would face this alone.
The Nonexistent Anomaly
[SCP-3930 – Updated Containment Procedures]
SCP-3930 does not exist.
It has never existed.
Maintaining this belief is the only way to contain it.
The multiverse understood.
After witnessing the Screaming Demon unmake civilizations, they'd rather erase the file itself.
[Description: SCP-3930 is a 1km "static void" near Ussinsk, Russia.]
Emits no light/sound.
No texture, dimension, or physical interaction possible.
99.99% confirmation: Nothing is there.
Yet—
You can perceive it.
And if you enter?
You cease to exist.
The Demon's Hatred
[SCP-3930 – Supplemental Log]
The Screaming Demon is not an entity, place, time, or dimension.
It is the void before creation.
It HATES existence—stars, life, even the concept of "being."
Marvel Universe – S.H.I.E.L.D.
Natasha's voice cracked: "It's not just Hy-Thoth… whole civilizations fell to this thing."
Fury's eye twitched. "And now it's at the Foundation's doorstep."
The Mission Begins
IX—a shifting shadow—stood before the "static void."
A coffin-like structure loomed inside, covered in alien runes.
The rogue agent, now half-mad, screamed:
"GET OUT! You don't understand—"
"The Demon isn't real! It's LESS than neutrinos to us!"
"But it KNOWS it's nothing. It HATES!"
"It hates the universe. It hates ITSELF. It hates US!"
IX hesitated.
Nothingness… resonated.
Then—
A thought.
The agent melted like snow, his fury dissolving into apathy.
Mission complete.
The Demon Awakens
The void expanded.
A face emerged—
Wrinkled. Pus-oozing. Screaming silently.
The Screaming Demon.
It wasn't attacking.
It wasn't defending.
It simply WASN'T—and that absence erased everything.
IX reacted.
Galaxies birthed and died around it, a futile attempt to out-void the void.
The Demon's hatred sharpened.
Colors beyond spectrum flared.
A choir of screams harmonized in perfect C-sharp.
The multiverse watched, helpless, as two nothings clashed—
One that embraced oblivion.
One that raged against existence itself.