Off-screen chaos erupted again—something normal whenever James, Zara, and Lauren were in the same room.
Before Lauren could even finish laughing, Zara suddenly leaped at her with a perfectly timed flying kick, knocking her across the room.
"Ahhhh! I was wrong! Zara—I was wrong!" Lauren screamed dramatically, hopping around in pain.
O5-10 watched the two scientists with an expression halfway between confusion and exhaustion. Then her gaze slowly shifted toward James. There was something odd in her eyes—curiosity mixed with disbelief.
"I honestly thought," she said slowly, "that you would accept SCP-3740's request. You know we have D-Class personnel for that sort of thing."
James exhaled deeply, meeting her eyes without hesitation.
"If this is the only method to contain SCP-3740," he answered calmly, "I am absolutely willing to carry out a termination order myself."
O5-10 froze.
It was clear she had expected hesitation, excuses—anything except courage.
After a long pause, she sighed softly. "You're a good friend, James."
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3740's Interview — The Comedy Nobody Expected
On the screen, the recording continued. Zara was visibly holding back her temper as she addressed SCP-3740—also known as "Ashur."
"I appreciate the kind words," Zara said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile. "But truly, I'm here to ask if you are… satisfied with your accommodations."
The moment she said this, SCP-3740 lit up like a child seeing candy for the first time.
"Of course! Look at this palace!" Ashur said proudly. "I have the finest furniture! Tiamat brings me endless barrels of exquisite wine! And look—Ulmar delivered these brilliant torches!"
He clapped his hands.
All the lights flashed on at once.
He gasped in awe.
"What a marvelous treasure!"
The live broadcast audience exploded in laughter.
"This is the Lord God?"
"Bro is acting like a tourist in IKEA."
"This dude is the definition of a country bumpkin!"
Zara was seconds away from losing her patience.
She bowed stiffly. "I'm glad you're satisfied, Ashur."
"Absolutely! Why would I ever leave this divine palace?" SCP-3740 said proudly. Then he paused. His tone shifted. "Actually… there is one thing—"
Zara tensed. "Goblin, Ashur. One word."
"Damn you gods!" she screamed internally.
Interview: over.
The live chat erupted again.
"I knew he was dumb but NOT THIS dumb."
"Man called someone a god for having colored hair!"
"My kindergarten daughter has higher IQ!"
Even the stoic heroes of the Marvel world couldn't help smiling.
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The "God" Demonstration — The Funniest Containment in SCP History
Back in the meeting room, O5-10 looked relieved. For now, James's containment strategy was the best available.
"To properly communicate with SCP-3740," James explained, "all staff must perform demonstrations convincing enough for him to believe they are gods equal to himself."
O5-10 raised an eyebrow. "And what supernatural power did you demonstrate?"
Lauren, still bruised from Zara's kick, eagerly jumped forward.
"Oh! Oh! I know all of them!" she said. "First, Dr. Clark made an iron ball float using magnets and strings."
"Dr. Yarrow used a laser pointer to trick the cats into running around like they were chasing light spirits."
"Researcher Kieran had naturally colored hair—Ashur said it was 'divine flame.'"
"Dr. Andrews pretended to swallow a pencil by hiding it behind his ear."
Lauren then winked dramatically.
"And of course, our Dr. James—the mighty God of Shila, lord of turning on the lights!"
The live audience went silent for a second—and then burst out laughing.
"THIS is what makes him worship you?"
"Bro worships a light switch!"
"My refrigerator turning on the light must be a god too!"
"I want a title too. Maybe I can burp thunder?"
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Celebration at Site-17 — Before the Storm
O5-10 closed her notebook. "Excellent work. SCP-3740 containment procedures are officially approved."
Lauren and Zara threw their fists into the air.
"This is our first time containing a Keter-class object!" Lauren shouted. "This is going into every dinner story forever!"
Soon, the scene shifted.
The three were sitting inside Site-17's cafeteria.
Beers in hand.
Energy high.
Spirits alive.
"Cheers!"
Glasses clashed. Foam spilled.
Lauren chugged her drink. "My first time on the Foundation's monthly achievement list. This is so damn cool!"
Zara snorted. "Don't get cocky. Without James, you'd never be on any list."
Lauren proudly clinked her glass against James's. "Exactly! That's why it's my luckiest day!"
James smiled faintly and drank with them.
Later that night, however, things changed.
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O5-10 Arrives With a Warning
When James returned to his dorm, O5-10 was waiting outside the door, arms crossed, her expression serious.
"The O5 Council has denied your request to terminate SCP-3740," she said coldly. "They believe the Olympus Protocol is far cheaper than a termination attempt."
She stepped closer.
"Level 8 reality benders are not targets you terminate casually. A failed attempt could collapse entire dimensions."
James did not flinch.
"But the Olympus Protocol won't last forever—not even with a stupid god like him," he replied.
O5-10 smirked sharply. "There are hundreds of SCPs more dangerous than him. At least two hundred can cause world-ending events. Do you think we'd risk everything to kill a harmless fool?"
James fell silent.
Compared to those horrors—
SCP-3740 was a good child.
O5-10 looked genuinely proud to finally catch him speechless.
"As for your limited understanding of high-risk anomalies," she added, "I've decided to extend your access to the SCP-001 files."
The live audience gasped.
"NOT AGAIN!"
"Last time he saw Dawn Breaking. I still have nightmares!"
"What's next? The Apocalypse?"
O5-10 gave James a slow, knowing smile.
"I believe you have not yet reviewed the Broken God proposal."
James stiffened.
The entire Marvel world froze.
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The Name That Terrified the Universe
Across the cosmos — reactions erupted.
Kamar-Taj
The Ancient One nearly dropped her tea.
"Broken God… that name…"
Her pupils shrank.
Her breathing paused.
She remembered the beings the Foundation once listed:
The Crimson King — hatred of ages
Yaldabaoth — creator of flesh and madness
The Cosmic Starfish — the fifth-dimensional traveler
The Brothers of Death…
But among them was one god rarely mentioned.
The Broken God.
A deity even sorcerers feared.
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Watcher's Observatory
Uatu whispered the name again and again.
"The Broken God…"
Fear crept into his voice.
If the Crimson King represented ancient vengeance…
If Yaldabaoth represented chaotic creation…
If the Cosmic Starfish represented impossible dimensions…
Then what did the Broken God represent?
His hands trembled.
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James Opens the File — And the World Holds Its Breath
James entered his dorm.
His computer flashed with a new encrypted email.
SCP-001 — BROKEN GOD
The moment he opened the file, a red warning filled the screen.
[Maksur-Class Anomaly]
[Level 5 Clearance Required]
[Memetic Execution Hazard Detected]
Everyone watching suddenly felt suffocated.
Then—
A black-and-white photograph appeared.
Massive gears.
Ancient machinery.
Metal shafts intertwined like veins of a dead titan.
Below it:
[Signs of life detected]
[Memetic inoculation confirmed]
[Welcome, Overseer]
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., agents froze.
"Did they… give James Overseer-level access?"
Nick Fury stared silently.
Even he felt fear.
Then the real file began.
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SCP-001 — BROKEN GOD
Object Class: Maksur
A new class.
One beyond Euclid. Keter. Thaumiel.
Something for anomalies too great to classify.
A class created ONLY for this god.
The world trembled.
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