August looked stunned at Murphy's words.
His face immediately hardened.
> "How did you know that? And all anomalies inside this department are confidential, Mr. Murphy."
Murphy gave him his trademark grin.
> "Oh, I already knew. But a little bird told me you may have misclassified one of them.
3043 isn't Safe.
It's Keter."
The room froze.
August stiffened.
And the entire livestream audience collectively lost their minds.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
The agents gasped.
Even Nick Fury looked shaken.
Keter-class wasn't a joke.
Keter meant:
Highly dangerous
Extremely unpredictable
Capable of catastrophic damage
This wasn't like Safe-class, which only described ease of containment—not actual power.
Even SCP-343, literal omnipotent "God," was Safe.
But:
SCP-083, the Vampire Duke
The Crimson King's Devourer
Supreme Entities like Cosmic Starfish
—all of them were Keter.
If SCP-3043 was also Keter…
This meant it was on that level.
And even if it lacked flashy destructive powers…
The fact that it could reduce real people into the lower narrative layer was enough to classify it as catastrophic.
---
Back in the Scene
August stared at Murphy for a long moment before finally speaking.
> "I suppose you've already talked to Dr. Lewis.
Where is she?"
Murphy's eyes narrowed in surprise—
[Narrator: Something was wrong. He took the bait too quickly.
Men like August only smile when they think they've already won.]
> "She's safe. Unlike 3043.
Why?"
August tilted his head slightly, giving a subtle nod.
Murphy instantly tensed.
[Narrator: And there it was.
He'd already revealed his hand—
two aces.]
Murphy's eyes darted sideways.
Exactly as he suspected—
The two agents flanking him pulled their guns and aimed squarely at his head.
The tension snapped like a wire pulled to breaking point.
But Murphy…
smiled.
[Narrator: Too bad for them—
I had three.]
Before anyone blinked—
Murphy drove his left elbow into the first agent's ribs.
His right hand pulled a .44 Magnum from his coat.
The second agent barely drew his weapon before Murphy smashed the barrel against his skull, sending him crashing to the floor.
Murphy spun and fired—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Three bullets shredded August's desk.
The livestream exploded.
> "HOLY SH*T MURPHY MOVES LIKE JOHN WICK—"
"Bro didn't even hesitate???"
"HE'S AN ANOMALY FOR SURE"
August, however, barely flinched.
His eyes narrowed.
[Narrator: Time to fold while you're ahead.]
> "3043," Murphy said coldly.
"Last chance. What is it?"
Murphy pinned him with a glare, gun still aimed, never once looking away.
August finally answered.
And the entire world stopped.
> "It's you, Mr. Murphy.
You are the anomaly.
You… are SCP-3043."
Murphy's face hardened.
He delivered a punishing blow to the agent on the ground—
—and bolted out of the office.
The screen went black.
Then—
The livestream detonated.
> "WHAT DO YOU MEAN MURPHY IS 3043???"
"I THOUGHT HE WAS SCP-3143???"
"THE FILES ARE LYING TO US???"
"EVERYTHING IS A MESS I LOVE IT"
"WHAT IS REAL ANYMORE"
But the story continued before anyone could catch their breath.
---
The camera faded back in.
EXT. FOUNDATION GARAGE — NIGHT
Murphy sprinted into the garage.
His car was still parked where he left it.
But Dr. Lewis—
was gone.
The narrator's voice echoed like rough gravel on stone.
[Narrator: Someone was pulling my strings.
This whole thing was a setup—
and I was the punchline.]
Murphy's eyes narrowed.
[Narrator: 3043 wanted to get to me.
It used the professor as bait.
It tied my hands and dared me to fight back.]
He gripped the steering wheel.
[Narrator: But it forgot one thing—
a man with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous man alive.]
The tires screamed—
Rubber burned—
And Murphy's car tore out of the garage like a bullet.
[Narrator: If the Foundation can't contain 3043…
then I will.]
---
The livestream murmured.
A strange feeling spread.
Murphy was beginning to feel eerily familiar…
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Natasha stared at the screen.
> "…Jesus. For a second, I thought he was possessed by Leon Lake."
Nick Fury exhaled sharply.
> "SCP-3043."
The agents stared in stunned confusion.
> "Wait—why are we back to 3043?"
"Is Murphy 3043 or 3143?"
"What's happening???"
Fury folded his arms.
> "Have you forgotten what pataphysical entities can do?"
Natasha blinked.
Then her eyes widened.
> "…You're saying this sub-narrative was created by 3043?"
Fury nodded grimly.
> "And it's using this narrative…
to erase Murphy."
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