Site-19 | Break Room
Deadpool held court, regaling a crowd of agents with his "heroics":
"The whole place was crawling with cognitohazards—my SCRAMBLE goggles fried like bacon! Swear to god, top three deadliest missions ever!"
Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes. "Sure, sure. And who was the one screaming like a banshee?"
"Bullsht!"* Deadpool jabbed a finger. "If it wasn't for Titus, Master Chief, and those Tau-5 cyborgs—"
Jinx cut in, icy: "—we'd all be Leech Boy chow."
Deadpool glanced at Titus—the stoic Astartes who'd dragged him out of hell twice—and shrugged. "Yeah, yeah. Credit where it's due, Bluebell."
Titus remained silent. To him, this was just another Tuesday. His only regret?
"No worthy trophies for the Emperor." He flexed his chainsword. "Pity."
The Immortality Debate
Zhang Chulan leaned in. "So… is the 'no-death' perk a one-time thing?"
Deadpool's mask wrinkled. "Don't test it. Dying off-mission? Bad idea."
"How bad?"
"Ever seen a soul get taxonomized? Yeah. Don't."
The room chilled. Zhang Chulan grimaced.
"So Foundation grunts die for real… while we respawn?"
Before guilt could fester—
[ALERT: 12th Recruitment Cycle Initiated]
[Selected Universe: Horror]
[Recruited Agent: Feng Bujue]
Horror Universe | Apartment Block
Wang Tanzhi pounded on a door, wailing:
"JUEGEEEE! OPEN UP! YOU GOT DRAFTED, YOU COWARD!"
(Internal monologue: "Time to find a new bestie…")
Site-██ | Arrival
Feng Bujue blinked at the sterile halls. No fear. No awe. Just clinical curiosity.
"Why me?"
His sole "gift": congenital fearlessness. Useless against gods… but perfect for unspeakable horrors.
Deadpool's Verdict: "Dude's either a sleeper OP or lunch."
[Mission Parameters: UNKNOWN]
[Anomaly: UNKNOWN]
[Files: REDACTED]
Dr. Clef strode in, brandishing a syringe. "Good news! We've got zero intel!"
"Bad news?"
"This might unmake reality. Cheers!" He jammed the needle into Feng's neck.
Chat Group Explodes:
"WTF IS THIS MISSION?!"
"Anti-whatnow? My brain itches—"
Memory Dive | Anti-Memetics Division
Feng Bujue awoke as Paul Kim, a rookie in a department that officially didn't exist.
Lecturer (Marion Wheeler): "An anti-meme is a concept that erases itself. Try recalling your darkest secret—now imagine it recalling you."
Feng's new "memories" flooded in:
SCP-4739: A suit-worthy entity that devoured knowledge itself, leaving victims as hollow husks.
His "past self" had beaten it by weaponizing trivia. ("Throw War and Peace at it. Literally.")
Wheeler smiled. "You're here because something is eating the Foundation… and we can't remember what."
Feng Bujue grinned.
"Finally. A proper puzzle."