The sound of frantic typing filled the air—relentless, panicked.
Everyone watching the livestream could feel it:
SCP-3043 was terrified.
It was obvious.
---
[SCP-3043: Wait a f*g second]
Murphy froze, watching.
The typing slowed a bit.
[SCP-3043: Okay, look—]
[SCP-3043: I'll wipe myself.]
[SCP-3043: I'll erase all files about me and remove myself from everyone's memories.]
[SCP-3043: I'll rewrite my file to say the lab is off-limits. That will contain me.]
The audience stared in bewilderment.
Then the chat exploded—
> "Bro is BEGGING FOR MERCY?? A typewriter!??"
"This thing has a SOUL. I swear."
"WAIT—the detective is hesitating???"
"DON'T BE FOOLED, MURPHY! YOU'RE AN ANOMALY TOO!!"
A cold realization hit every viewer at the same time—
Murphy was the only one who could stop SCP-3043.
If he switched sides… everything could go wrong.
And if Murphy's Law has taught anyone anything:
Anything that can go wrong… will.
---
On-screen, Murphy's inner monologue shifted into the voice of the ever-present narrator—
[Narrator: 3043 can erase itself. Maybe it's lying. Maybe it's not.
Letting 3043 live—whatever it was trying to do—
felt like the heroic thing to do.]
Murphy asked:
> "This is the right thing… right?"
Instantly—
TATATATATATATATATA!!!
SCP-3043 typed so fast the keys almost smoked.
[SCP-3043: YES!!]
[SCP-3043: You want to be a hero, right?]
[SCP-3043: That's it.]
[SCP-3043: You ARE a hero.]
[SCP-3043: Then do the heroic thing.]
The audience panicked—
> "NO. NO. HE'S FALLING FOR IT!!"
"SCP-3043 IS MANIPULATING HIM!!"
"DON'T TURN ANTI-FOUNDATION, MURPHY!!"
It looked like Murphy had been convinced.
And then—
BANG!
BANG!
Two shots tore through the scene.
The narrator's voice dropped to a grim tone—
[Narrator: Heroes always do the right thing.
But me?]
The picture faded into darkness.
---
For three full seconds—
the Marvel world held its breath.
Then—
BOOM!
The entire livestream erupted.
> "HE SHOT THE TYPEWRITER???"
"MURPHY KILLED SCP-3043!!!"
"AN ANOMALY JUST HELPED THE FOUNDATION??? WHAT???"
"GOAT DETECTIVE GOAT DETECTIVE GOAT DETECTIVE!!"
The energy exploded across the audience.
---
Stark Industries
Tony Stark shouted:
> "HOLY SH*T—this guy plays everyone like a fiddle!"
Colonel Rhodes laughed.
> "I did not see that coming."
---
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
Even the stoic Nick Fury cracked a smile.
> "An anomaly helping the Foundation contain a Keter-class anomaly…
That's a first."
Natasha smirked.
> "Not everyone plays the part they were written for, right?
Murphy is definitely one of those rare types—just like Leon Lake."
---
Kamar-Taj
Magic apprentices cheered.
Ancient One exhaled in relief, smiling despite herself.
She knew firsthand how dangerous SCP-3043 truly was.
It wasn't physically powerful.
It wasn't reality-breaking in the traditional sense.
But its single ability:
editing reality by rewriting narrative
…was enough to make even the Sorcerer Supreme uneasy.
If SCP-3043 existed in the Marvel universe?
The Ancient One would end up like Dr. Lewis—manipulated without ever realizing it.
---
Observer Dimension — Deep Space
Uatu was silent.
It wasn't SCP-3043 that terrified him.
It was Murphy.
> "That man comes from a lower narrative…
yet walks the upper narrative freely."
SCP-3043 was supposed to control the script.
But Murphy appeared and—
rewrote the story
broke the narrative
and destroyed the "author" of his world
A being who could cross narrative layers so casually…
That was something Uatu had never seen.
> "This ability…
is the one my people have longed for."
---
The scene shifted again.
The final sequence played like the ending of a noir film.
---
EXT. CITY STREET — SUNSET
Murphy stepped out of the lab into the fading golden light.
A cigarette burned between his fingers.
His gun disappeared into his coat.
He walked down the street slowly—
into dusk, into shadow, into freedom.
The narrator's voice grew soft and smoky—
[Narrator: I'm no hero.
I'm Leo Murphy.]
Fade out.
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