That isn't God

“That isn’t God; no, no, this sounds way too dramatic." The researcher stopped the audio log and scratched his head. He had long brown hair that was held together by a ponytail he had made. An unshaved beard and dark circles beneath his eyes.

The researcher was called Rick; he has been working for the foundation for 4 years already. Rick looked at the computer scrolling through the data from SCP-340, or how that being called himself "God."

Rick didn’t believe that SCP-340 was actually God because even if it had the characteristics of God, it wouldn't have the appearance that God seemed to have in the drawings. Rick was sure that SCP-340 was just a reality-warping entity that warped reality to make others believe he was God.

There was nothing different from SCP-340 with other reality-warping entities except for his more cooperative nature than other SCPs. He read the file from SCP-340 countless times, and there had to be a flaw that he could find in the file.

No matter how he looked into the file or heard the audio logs, there was nothing he could find fault within SCP-340. A clear being that was as good and neutral as one could be then saw a new document that had been uploaded to SCP-340. It needed a level 2 card, and thanks Rick, he was a researcher with a level 2 clearance.

He read the document that had been written in detail about a termination attempt using SCP-340 against SCP-682. However, it stated how 682, instead of attacking 340, walked calmly towards him and hugged him, crying and saying, "I missed you, father".

Reading that surprised Rick. SCP-682 has been long theorized for its origin and where it may have come from. Some interactions that it had with other SCPs led to theories, but the interaction it had with SCP-0001, the gate guardian, was where the theory of it being the devil came from.

"No, that still makes no sense; if he were God, then why didn’t he write these things also in his holy books? He didn’t deny that in previous interviews he had sent many prophets into the world to spread his words."

He looked at the clock, seeing his shift at the office would end, and he would soon go to meet 340 to talk with him personally and find out any flaws in that reality-warping being. Rick stood up from his chair, closed his computer, and walked out of the office.

He worked at Site 19, which was located in the Mojave Desert and was more secluded from the nearby urban cities, being at least tens of thousands of square kilometers away. As Rick walked through the hallway of the site, going to the cell of SCP-340, he met his superior, Dr. Schneider.

“Ah, Dr. Schneider, good morning," Rick said, looking at his superior. He could tell that Schneider was in a bad mood from the way his eyes were narrowed, and his forehead was filled with wrinkles.

"Morning…" He grumbled and walked away. “Wow, it seems he is in a really bad mood right now," Rick thought to himself. Usually, he and Schneider would have a small talk and discuss what they would do about some of the anomalies.

Rick was one of Dr. Schneider's close people, which Rick was extremely proud of, so seeing his superior in such a bad mood Rick continued, however, as bothering his superior wouldn’t go well.

He would stop at the cell of SCP-340, seeing how a guard left the cell with a smile. Rick felt like he wanted to curse seeing how these people just go and talk with that SCP as if he were a normal human being.

Rick walked to the cell and walked in, seeing SCP-340 sitting like usual on his chair while drinking a cup of tea. Having a different pair of clothes, I wore a white long-sleeved shirt with a grey short-sleeved shirt, a pair of dark red hair that was also a bit brown, and black shoes.

"Ah researcher, Rick, how nice to see you." 340 spoke in a polite manner, putting his cup of tea on the small table. He snapped his finger, making a chair appear out of nowhere.

“Come, take a seat, and let us have the talk that you wish to have with me." He had a smile on his face, which put Rick off, but he held himself back to not become violent with 340, so his right to talk with 340 was not taken away.

He took a seat. A cup of tea was being brewed in the air, emitting a scent of herbs. Rick could still not tell if that SCP was gaining information about everyone by warping reality to his desire to access the knowledge or warping the person itself and its history to make everything it does flawless and show it is God.

"SCP-340 Reading your files continuously and listening to some of my fellow coworkers, I hear often how you speak of you being God. Is that correct?" He asked 340, who smiled and said he already knew the answer.

"You already know the answer, don’t you?" SCP-340 spoke, keeping his smile towards Researcher Rick.

“That smile, this smile of his no Rick, you need to hold it back," He was thinking to himself. The cup of tea was laid on the table, which Rick grabbed and drank from. It was disgustingly great; he liked it; no liking is false; he loved the tea that SCP-340 had brewed for him; he did, however, not want to admit that it tasted great.

"I see that you like it. Glad to hear that," SCP-340 said, looking into Richard's eyes. He felt uncomfortable. "Tell me, child, why do you doubt me?" He started to speak, but the way he asked this question didn’t feel benevolent but rather malevolent.

"I-…" Richard wanted to speak, but SCP-340 spoke first: "You want to see if I'm truly the God you believe in? I know it is hard to believe. It isn’t like it is easy to believe, especially when there are so many reality warpers, my child".

Of course, he would give such an answer. That being was aware of the other reality warpers; he was classified as safe and even allowed to walk around the facility as he wished to do so. He finished the cup of tea and slammed it on the table. He didn’t break the cup, as he didn’t slam it hard enough for it to crack.

"How can you prove that you are God?" Rick crossed his leg and continued to speak: "And I don’t want you just to pass through a wall and bring some sex toys like you did with the other researcher." Rick slammed his hand on the table, saying it fiercely while glaring at SCP-340 to see what it would do.

A second passed, and Rick saw what he saw: the universe. He saw the very universe itself; it looked so small that he could hold it with his two hands alone. While looking at it, he felt no excitement; instead, he felt fear.

It didn’t require someone to be a genius to understand that it was SCP-340 being the one pulling the strings that caused him to be able to see what he is seeing right now. The sigh of the entire universe: is that how SCP-340 actually views everything like this?

If that is how SCP-340 viewed reality he wondered with it what SCP-340 was truly capable of doing, then just merely affecting the entire earth. Maybe he could if he wished to manipulate the entire universe.

The sight of the universe started to strain his mind as knowledge started to sink into his mind as deeply as it could so he would not forget it. He could sense everything, from the destruction of stars and the creation of black holes to quarks and even the things smaller than them moving faster than light reached them.

He fell with immense speed, and he fell from his chair, breathing heavily. He looked at SCP-340, drenched in his own sweat. His pupil constricted, becoming extremely small, as the fear was at his limit. He felt how he had fallen.

He had fallen from the top of the universe down to his chair. It was so fast that he could not explain how it all happened, but it all happened because of SCP-340. "So?" SCP-340 asked, looking at Rick.

Rick thought that he wanted to know what he now thought about what he saw. Of witnessing such might. Rick stood up from the floor and walked out of the room, but he could hear how SCP-340 said to him.

“Rick, you should take your time to think through it, but do not ignore the evidence," even when he said these words.

Rick didn’t look back at SCP-340 and left to go back to his office to calm his mind while working and updating the reality-warping class that SCP-340 was meant to be.

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It was already late at night, but Rick continued to work. It wasn’t a usual thing to work overtime in the facility. He was organizing files and data that were sent to him to organize. Working at the foundation was sometimes no different from working in an office.

It wasn’t that Rick disliked it; he does prefer not having to die gruesomely because he must interact with a specific SCP. But sometimes he wished for some excitement in his life between the regular shift hours and working overtime to update files from SCPs whenever something new happened to them.

It can be an audio log, an experiment to terminate it, or just an interview, sometimes just updating if the SCP caused a containment breach. He was then on the file of SCP-340, and he was ready to update the interview that he had conducted with a request that SCP-340 be classified as a class V reality warper.

That was already troublesome. If 340 had just been a simple class IV reality warper, it would not have been much trouble; however, a possible class V is much worse than anything.

"The foundation would rather try to kill 682 than have a class V reality warper in the foundation," Rick thought to himself, and he couldn’t help but laugh a bit at how trying to kill an unkillable lizard would be better for the foundation than holding a class V reality warper.

"Well, maybe it isn’t that bad as 340 does seem neutral, but this doesn’t explain this feeling." He spoke aloud as he was alone currently. He reopened his file again with the same startling words: ‘That isn’t God’.

The plan of this file was to explain the reasoning behind why SCP-340 is not the Abrahamic god as he presents himself. It could be called a sense in him that something in him was telling him not to believe in what SCP-340 said about how he is the God that created the entire universe and what they have not found out yet.

He was ready to stamp this out; he was going to give up, not think much of it anymore, and maybe just accept that the God of the universe was just here for whatever reason it had chosen to come.

He opened another tab to access his account on a streaming website. "Watching one episode should be fine," he said with a smile. He was just tired and thought of just watching one episode of a show called Supernatural. He can remember how in the past he watched it religiously, even if later seasons felt bland and inconsistent.

He couldn’t help but still love the show, so he watched the episode to which he left. It was the fifth season of the show, and he had fond memories of it as he enjoyed this season the most. That was the time when the show was not as inconsistent as it would be in later seasons.

Watching the 17th episode of 99 problems As he watched the episode, the antagonist of that episode caught his interest. That antagonist was called "The Whore of Babylon" in the show; it was a being when Lucifer was rising. She would bring false prophecies with her, taking the shape of a human, and read the minds of others.

"I wonder…" The show was fictional; it wasn’t real; however, he was working at the SCP Foundation, so abnormality wasn’t weird or too weird. He stopped watching the episode and instead opened a new tab to research what the internet had to say about the whore of Babylon.

"Babylon the Great, commonly known as the Whore of Babylon, refers to both a symbolic figure and place of evil mentioned in the Book of Revelation in the Bible’ "He read what the article had written about the whore of Babylon and what the bible said about it. He went down the site to see what else was written about the whore of Babylon.

“Idolatress” The Whore is associated with the Beast of Revelation by connection with an equally evil kingdom. The word "Whore" can also be translated metaphorically as "Idolatress’ and Idolatress is worshipping something as if it were god.

Rick felt as if a rock had been lifted from his shoulder. It seemed crazy, but it was making sense for him. This uneasy feeling around SCP-340. Acting as if he were God and trying to make others believe he is God.

"But why is there such information still roaming? Could it be that it isn’t perceiving such information as a hinderance to its plan?" It would make sense for SCP-340 not to view this information as a problem, but Rick hates how he could not argue against it.

As it is a possible class V reality warper, they would have almost nothing to stop it if they wished to warp the entirety of the universe.

Rick sighed; he had to keep a cool head. With this revelation of the possibility of what SCP-340 could actually be, Not the god that he pretends to be but the whore of Babylon, a being who is a false god in short.

"It seems the show isn’t that far off from reality." He laughed at how the show, which was more of a comedy show, helped him in the real world. He closed the computer, packed his things, and left the office room, closing the lights.

There was a sense of someone watching over him, but that should not be possible as everyone should be in their cell. "Is 682 then the beast? Being most likely the first beast, 340 called him ‘Father.".

He opened the door, and he was in the office again, but everyone was there already. “Huh," Rick said, surprised. He took out his phone, and it said ‘June 12th. The day had restarted. He acted calmly; he had to think in a rational way, as this can surely be explained in a rational manner.

As rational as such anomalous activities can be. He did his work again while looking at his calendar to see if everything was actually the same. From the content he was working on being the same to having a talk with SCP-340 at 12:30

It checked out to be the same date. "Now Rick thinks logically that this can be the effect of an anomaly, with the main suspect, of course, being SCP-340 himself." Rick started to think about what to do. And how to approach this issue.

"Maybe I could use this to annoy 340? It shouldn’t be much of a trouble to get him out of the cool to see how long it can keep this mask of it." Rick knew it was foolish; calling it foolish was still soft; it was idiotic to do that against a possible class V reality warper.

He had to take the chance, and without him even realizing it, it was already time to get to SCP-340.

"Weird time passed quickly," He thought to himself, but he went to the containment cell of SCP-340. He saw the same guard leaving the cell. He entered the cell and looked at SCP-340, who was drinking his tea.

“Greetings, Rick, are you here to say your thoughts this time?" he said, seeing in the eyes of SCP-340 how he knew what happened. How could he not know what happened?

"Let me ask it here: are you the one who did it?" He came and sat on the chair, which was this time already prepared. He grabbed the cup of herbal tea; he couldn’t help but  take it, even if he disliked it.

"The loop? That isn’t my thing, as there is nothing for me to gain from doing that." He laughed at the accusation, but Rick didn’t believe a single word that came out of SCP-340's mouth. A reality warper is nothing but a liar whose lies you could never tell if they wished so.

"If it isn’t you, then who else do you want to tell me that I have the worst luck and a random time-manipulating anomaly decided to mess around with me?" An interesting story plot if done well, but unreasonable as he was in the foundation and didn’t meet any other anomaly on that day. Well, it is actually today, but it is also in the past for Rick.

"There are many things that can happen to someone, Rick, and sometimes one has the unfortunate fate of having misfortune on them." Hearing SCP-340 call it just him having bad luck, he held himself hard to not laugh at these words. He wasn’t one who believed in luck but in free will and how the choice of everything can decide everything.

He slammed the table, and the cup of tea fell to the ground. He spoke in a more serious manner: “SCP-340, do you truly believe that I believe that you have nothing to do with this but that it is just some coincidence that it happened, especially today?"

"You should know that it would be too farfetched to call this merely a coincidence when I found out that..." he looked into SCP-340's eyes.

"That?" He said the eyes, however, seemed empty; that is how it could be described. Eyes that were empty; it was like staring into a void, and that void was slowly creeping and would do something that would strike fear into him.

"Nothing… Forget it. I won’t argue with you as you will act like nothing happened." He was not going to argue with a reality warper.

He went to leave the cell; he didn’t even look into how much time he had spent here, as there wasn't much reason to look into it. He left the cell. When he left the cell, an alarm went off for a containment beach.

"A containment breach?! How come it didn’t happen today? Why did it change?" He turned back to look at SCP-340, but he also had a face of surprise on his face. If it was genuine or not, he could not tell, as SCP-340 did show many human characteristics, saying how acting like a human can be fun.

"God dammit," Rick thought in his mind, and he ran.

The speakers let out the shouts of the alarm: "All personal SCP-152 has breached containment; all research personnel and D-class personnel hide in any of the safe rooms while MTF guards are sent to stop the containment breach."

"SCP-152? How did that thing breach containment?"  SCP-152 is an object-class SCP that corrupts a user when touched upon and grants mystic powers while merging with the person who dared to use it.

"That isn’t normal, not even in the slightest." A thing that did not happen was now happening. It didn’t seem like he was in some sort of alternate place that looked like the foundation of an alternate reality. SCP-340 knew what had happened.

"It was him. I won’t believe that it is a random anomaly who decides to screw around with me." He could not believe that it was something pure luck would do but someone intentionally doing it. SCP-340, he was blaming it all on him, which made the most sense.

He makes a connection between him and the whore of Babylon, and that is when the time loop started. A wall exploded as Rick ran to get into a safe room. Rooms that are set underground, but there is only a small amount, but enough to cram many people in them, with a door that is multiple cm thick.

He hit the wall at his right side and coughed blood as he felt how he could barely breathe; most likely, his lungs had been pierced by his rib bones. From the smoke, he saw an armored man float; it was a Chaos Insurgence member, as he could tell from the logo on his shoulder.

The eyes of his were shining in a light blue, making Rick just think as he felt how close he was to death: "A danger level blue even... If luck were real, would I be the unluckiest?" A light was forming in the hand of SCP-152-1, and it was shot towards researcher Rick.

He felt how his skin was melting, and the melted skin was melting his muscles and bones. It was painful, but he could not scream anymore as his vocal cords had long been melted by the light.

Rick would, however, wake up in his chair; it was night. Looking at the date, it was again the 12th of June. Looking at the computer, he saw that the website where he learned about the whore of Babylon was open.

He stood up from his chair. The office was still empty. The light was dim, and the silence was deafening. Calling this silence natural would be ridiculous, as it was nothing but natural from Rick's perspective.

There was just something wrong. He stepped out of the room hastily. He ran into the hallway, where the lightbulbs were flickering. The hallway seemed longer than usual. The more he ran, the more it felt like the end of the hallway was still far ahead.

Rick would stop running and stay there. He turned his back, and there stood a figure resembling a woman but being pitch black, making her practically invisible when she goes out of the light and into the darkness.

Like a bullet, it shot through his head. The name of the entity is SCP-1023. The shadow woman "How did she get out of her containment chamber?" He thought to himself while having a look of panic. That wasn’t good; it was terrible.

Escape was impossible as he was basically in her hunting territory. When one is in the darkness, escaping SCP-1023 is just impossible, and one should just give up instead of trying to run away. The light bulbs broke, and glass pieces fell on the ground. As darkness came, she moved.

It was a swift movement instantaneously as Rick felt how his throat got grabbed by SCP-1023 and he got thrown around the place and to the wall. He tried to kick where he thought SCP-1023 was, but it was to no avail as his feet got grabbed and snapped in half easily.

He screamed from the pain of his leg snapping in half, but he would soon face much worse. The nails of SCP-1023 would pierce into Rick's skin, through his skin, and into his muscles. The pain was strong as he felt how it was enhancing one of the abilities that SCP-1023 has.

Her nails would then grab the throat of Rick, and she would rip it wide open, making him bleed to death. If he had, however, just died, it would have been so much better for him. He awoke once more, this time outside the cell of SCP-340, when he had a talk with him.

He leaned on the wall, breathing heavily as he sweated a lot. "Death... that was death." When he first died, he didn’t fully grasp it, but this time he was grasping it entirely as he stood there. He had died not only once, but twice.

He pulled himself up; he was going to the archive section to see the data for SCP-340. While he was walking to the archive section, where he was digitizing data and adding anything related to the SCP, something related to the SCP needed to be added to the file.

He would see Dr. Schneider as he walked towards the archive section. "Maybe if it's him." Dr. Schneider was someone following logic and one who openly never liked any of the SCPs; the only ones he ever showed a liking towards were SCPs that were not alive and 100% helpful to humanity, not able to cause any problem on their own but only when one uses them wrong.

Rick, while he thought of how Dr. Schneider was most likely the best choice, approached Dr. Schneider and grabbed him by the shoulder. Dr. Schneider looked at Rick and the hand that grabbed his shoulder. He didn’t hide it, even though he disliked the sudden grab on his shoulder.

"I hope it is something important, researcher Rick," he said as he pushed Rick's hand away. Rick felt just happy to see his superior reacting the way he expected him to.

"Senior Researcher Dr. Schneider I have something important to inform you about," he said. He thought of himself as calm, but Dr. Schneider saw how researcher Rick was in pure fear and in a state of complete awareness, like he could die any moment.

"What could be so important?” However, before Dr. Schneider could finish his sentence, a bright voice came and grabbed researcher Rick by his arm. Senior researcher Schneider saw the man let out a grunt and rubbed his forehead as he could feel that he was getting a headache.

"Schneider, I see your assistant is here. Would you mind if I listen to what he has to say?" The man spoke lightly with Dr. Schneider, to which Rick was surprised he didn’t know who that researcher was; he had never met that researcher before, which made him assume it was a new one.

“Ah, Bright…" Schneider sighed. He could quite literally feel his headache coming back and his blood sugar rising just by seeing Bright here.

"Researcher Rick, just say what you have to say to me; ignore Dr. Bright," Schneider sighed.

Researcher Rick looked at the man whom Dr. Schneider called Dr. Bright. The man had orange hair and seemed calm and relaxed as if it were nothing much.

"It is about SCP-340. I think I found out what he actually is" when he said that. The air felt weird. Rick could swear that something was gazing upon him at that moment.

Dr. Schneider grabbed Rick and pulled him away, saying, "You will come with me to my office, and you will explain in detail what you mean." Dr. Bright came after them from behind, grinning as he walked after them.

The three were then in the office of Dr. Schneider, who was one of the administrators of Site-19 while also being the director of the research department. Schneider sat on his chair while Bright and Rick sat on two chairs that stood there sitting awkwardly; at least Rick and Bright were already fooling around swinging on the chairs.

"Now assistant speak." Hearing how his superior called him an assistant made him happy to hear that. It wasn’t every day that he would get called assistant by Dr. Schneider; often he would just call him researcher Rick or Dr. Rick.

"Yes, I first have to report the situation I'm in, as I seem to be caught in the influence of an SCP's temporal powers." He first mentioned the main problem that he was having, as he thought this was the most important one.

"Are they related to SCP-340?" Dr. Schneider looked at Rick, looking like he hoped they were somehow related to that 340, just to have more reason to dislike that SCP and find with it a reason to get funding to terminate SCP-340.

"I assume SCP-340 is the one doing that, even when he wanted me to believe that it was just my bad luck, as he wanted to call it; however, I do not believe in luck."

"Why would SCP-340 even bother screwing around with you? It seems more convenient if he just erased you instead of just making you stuck in a time loop." Dr. Bright says it nonchalantly.

"How do you know I'm in a time loop?" Rick asks Dr. Bright, to which Dr. Schneider also looks at Dr. Bright to see what he will say as a response.

"What do you mean, how I know you just said that you are under the influence of some sort of time-based anomaly power, and the only logical one seems to be a time loop. Not like you were hiding how you basically came back from the dead; you are still sweating like one who was just chased to death." Bright shrugged his shoulders. It felt obvious that he knew that it was a time loop; it wasn’t that hard to find such things out.

"Indeed… You are truly the only one who would make assumptions immediately and then explain how it is that simple when it could be many other things." Schneider let out a sigh and Continue speaking: “Assistant Rick, tell me what you found out about who he actually is."

“Ah, yes, what I wanted to tell you is how I think that I believe SCP-340 is actually the whore of Babylon," Rick said now. He felt relieved now, saying what he found out about SCP-340.

"You mean SCP-340 is actually a woman?" Rick saw how the color of Dr. Bright suddenly disappeared, hugging himself and seemingly having gotten a shudder to his spine.

"Dr. Bright, please do not start to get any weird ideas. If SCP-340 had been a woman, you would know that we would not allow you to meet him regularly and alone, as you are not allowed. Don’t forget." Dr. Schneider reminded Dr. Bright about what he was allowed and not.

Rick was unaware of what Dr. Schneider meant by it. He had no idea even who Dr. Bright was, even though he wasn’t a junior researcher but one who had been working for the foundation for quite some time now, which made him feel confused about the man called Dr. Bright.

"Please continue with what you were saying, and about the whore of Babylon, explain what you mean by it."

"The whore of Babylon is, in short, an entity that, when it comes, is connected with evil and with idolatry, where one worships someone as if they were a god."

It wasn’t that far off; many have accepted the idea of SCP-340 actually being God himself. It started small, but there are already many groups believing in the godhood of SCP-340, even though he has not demonstrated many things to prove he is God.

"So, essentially, a cult is created believing in a false God? And I thought SCP-340 was nice," Bright was saying, grumbling, as he was actually believing SCP-340 was someone nice.

"That is a trouble; we should get the RNM’s so we do not get affected by its reality-warping capabilities. While you are bright, you shall go to 340 and make sure that all his attentions are only on you."

"I know you trust me, Schneider, but...

"I don’t trust you in the slightest, Bright. I just know how to use you well." Schneider cut him off, giving a cold and harsh answer. "I do not want to hear your complaints not being sent; it is already part of your job, senior researcher Bright, so do your job as you already get many subsidies and even other forms of benefits that other researchers would be jealous of."

"I only get them because I'm often at risk of dying!" Bright protested only to get hit by a book, the book being Friedrich Nietzsche's biography.

"Maybe if I hit you more with this book, you will start to learn," Schneider said with an annoyed tone, to which Bright could tell that he would really get beaten up by Schneider with his book if he didn’t listen. As such, he immediately excused himself and ran to the SCP-340 containment cell.

"Now Rick, you will come with me, and don’t you dare to walk off," he said in a threatening and cold voice.

"And back he is to how he usually acts." Rick thought that maybe Schneider had opened up on him and the two might become friends as he told him such information about SCP-340.

The two were running to SCP-739 as Site-19, as it doesn’t hold a large number of RNMs; they are stored at Site-14 with many other object-class SCPs.

"Dr. Schneider I do understand we are going to SCP-739 currently; however, how should senior researcher Dr. Bright even keep SCP-340 in check as he is a reality warper, isn’t he?"

"Don’t think much about that fool; he may not seem like it, but he is this foundation's ace when dealing with dangerous SCPs." Schneider continued to walk without a change in his face.

Something was then beneath Rick's feet when he fell; it was a slippery thing. The last thing that Rick saw before things turned black was Schneider's eyes. When he looked at him, they were just wide, as if he were surprised to see what he was seeing.

Rick gasped for air when he saw that he was back at the start of the day. This was, however, not where it would end the day repeatedly. On one day, he would die from the mistake of a co-worker, while on another, a containment breach happened.

A group of interests attacks because of a dispute with the foundation or because they got a chance to attack, like the chaos insurgence or the church of the broken god, to take the SCPs that are related to their god and take them all back.

It would continue to repeat, with Rick trying anything he could. Whatever Rick tried to do, it would end the same way: with his death.

He was dying in painful ways. The more often he died, the more painful it started to become. The foundation was getting more twisted through it, too. The illogical was starting to happen: things that could not escape containment were escaping containment.

Groups that were peaceful started to become aggressive.

People who were nice turned evil.

It didn’t feel like a loop anymore, but as if Rick was turning to a different universe, then being in the same loop where time was getting re-wind.

The last thing that Rick remembered was being ripped apart by SCP-939. They were eating him alive; they didn’t know he was alive, but the death didn’t come in pieces; the bite at his throat was not large enough to immediately kill him off.

SCP-340 sat on his chair, smiling towards researcher Rick while holding a teacup. SCP-340 put the cup of tea on the table that appeared.

“Well, Rick, you endured it well, didn’t you?" He said he was speaking in a monotone manner. One would not sense any warmth from it or even coldness; it was just like how a robot would speak. Rick didn’t respond; maybe it was because of his already broken mind.

"What a frail mind like glass!"

SCP-340 touched the forehead of Rick, whose mind was being repaired. Like shattered glass, it was turning back and being patched together. The cracks existed in the mind, but they were repaired enough for Rick to be able to think and react.

Rick started to scream as he pulled his hair. He was screaming for multiple minutes while hyperventilating from the screaming and the pain he experienced. The memories were all as clear as water, like all the pain he had endured.

His eyes then looked at SCP-340, who was drinking a cup of tea, as if nothing was wrong. The way SCP-340 moved his cup was like him saying, "Are you done?" with those eyes that were basically laughing at his state.

He grabbed the collar of SCP-340, but with a single movement of his hand, Rick was thrown onto the same chair again. Rick's eyes were filled with rage at SCP-340 but also fear.

"Just what are you, dammit?" Rick was doubting his belief in him being the whore of Babylon, not remembering at which loop it was at this point.

"Me? Well, didn’t you tell Schneider about what it was, oh, yeah, 1 242 124 times already?" He clapped his hands, changing the scenario to his containment cell.

"The whore of Babylon, as you called it, well, I do not even go by this name with the others, but roughly, you got it right, Rick. You were actually smart enough to accept me not being God and going in depth to find what I may be." The way he spoke was like he was actually impressed by what Rick did.

"That was, however, also your very flaw. I cannot say that I didn’t know that you were going to do it, but I wanted a reason to do it, all you know, as toying around with causality isn’t that simple." The cup would transform into a board with many balls inside it.

"So, you want to say you already knew that I was going to find out if you can see the future or what?" Rick tried to move, but it was like he was bound to the chair.

“Hm, you could say I knew it, but it isn't the future. Like I said, I was toying around with causality and not with reality this time around."

Rick only glared at him. SCP-340 then moved one of the balls, which started to hit the other balls too, causing a form of chain reaction.

"You need to know that toying around with cause and effect isn’t as simple as one assumes, as I was toying with it on a cosmic level. I had to make sure that even a star that was light years away was in one specific position in that time and moment so the cause would affect with it time so that the effect I wanted happens, but when you do it often enough, you can do it even across multiple universes, certainly."

All balls moved then, except a single one. SCP-340 grabbed that small ball and held it towards Rick, saying then: “Now you see this ball that is me, you can say as cause and effect this stuff, I don’t bother with it because here is pretty much nothing that could stop me with what I was doing, even if I continued doing it for a couple more eons, to be specific, another 3 or 5 million times, but that would be when I get bored from toying with you."

The board changed again to a cup of tea, which SCP-340 drank.

"So, what will you do with me if you kill me? Erase me from existence so nothing of me is left; tell me so I can at least expect what you do with me." Rick was nervous; he was afraid of death, of course, but if he knew at least what horrifying thing was awaiting him, It would ease his mind.

SCP-340 only smiled and then snapped his finger. What was left now was a burger on the ground, which SCP-340 stood up and grabbed from the ground. He blew a bit on the burger, getting the dust off of it.

And moved out of his containment cell, greeting a guard.

"Eating another burger, SCP-340?" The guard said it with a smile.

"What can I say, you humans, as my creation, do make some great food?" he laughed to the guard and waved at him as he walked through the site.

He passed Dr. Bright, who held documents in his hands, ignoring the documents that Bright held. Bright would look back at SCP-340, looking at his back for a bit, before letting out just a long and deep sigh.

The documents he held had no name or anything on them; they were actually completely empty. From the way they looked and had written "Staff 2032," a series number that staff researchers get, it looked like a file had been created for a researcher, but it was now empty.

"I won’t get used to this place." Bright mumbled before leaving and going to the archive office section.

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