Chapter 606

"And if we got back together, and then—" she had just started again when her chest felt as if it had been struck by a heavy blow, and she couldn't make a sound.

Her subconscious told her that what was about to happen was definitely not something she wanted to see!

Almost at the same time, Marion vaguely heard a voice shouting at her:

"Don't look! Don't come! No need to know! Don't get close!"

"Don't listen! Don't stop! No need to understand! Don't explore!"

You must not be allowed to move any further in this direction! Don't wait until you've lost everything to repent!

Absolutely do not continue to think about it! And don't say the rest of it out loud!

Shrouded in heavy night, you must not peek at the side of the "anomaly."

Please stay safely in the world of "normalcy," and only observe these sights in life.

After that, please quietly, unknowingly, and simply fear the night.

The world seemed to become silent, all the surrounding light fled, and the curtain obscuring the "truth" quietly split open, revealing the terrifying existence beyond her comprehension.

It had thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of eyes, looking down at her, casting its gaze toward Marion, who had recalled the hazy parts.

As long as Marion’s gaze met it a little more, and she remembered the forgotten part, some terrible fact would descend.

Next, not only would she disappear, but Adam would also be affected.

Marion felt SCP-4987 beside her, wanting to say something to her; a small spot in her eye was constantly flickering.

"Something is wrong," she said.

Adam wiped his eyes. "What is that?"

"How can you see it?"

"I have a slight immunity to anti-memetic effects," Adam said.

He knew his specialty was recorded in the files, and Marion was aware of it, but at this moment, he felt it necessary to emphasize it again.

"I can realize the flaws in my memory and possess a certain degree of resistance."

"Therefore, Marion, I originally envisioned that we could gradually introduce this topic during a relaxing coffee time, but now it seems I have to get straight to the point:"

"'SCP-4987 is trying to kill me.'"

"...No," Marion replied. "That is not its regular behavioral pattern."

"The way it maintains its survival is not by devouring humans, but by ingesting memories. It has never done such a thing, not to me, not to you, nor to anyone else."

"From beginning to end, it has been properly controlled and obeys me."

"Even if I choose to wait, even if I feel tired, it will quietly wait until it receives my permission to act."

"Then what is it doing to us now?" Adam was a bit nervous; he stood up and backed away.

"I hope we can figure it out quickly. We can't handle SCP-4987."

At this moment, a voice sounded in Marion's heart, but it wasn't a whisper in her ear; it was like the barking of a pack of dogs in the distance.

She also stood up, following Adam toward the center of the containment room.

"It is trying to protect you," Marion said.

"How can erasing my memory be protecting me?" Adam was puzzled.

"I cannot give an explanation," Marion replied.

"I also cannot explain why I cannot explain all of this. Even some things I myself do not fully understand. There is a... ██████████████████."

"There is a what?" Adam pressed.

"You cannot stay here," she said, looking at him. "You cannot be in my life. You have to leave, or you will die."

"I will not leave you," Adam said firmly.

"That is why we have reached this point, I mean the marriage."

"For us, this promise was as clear as day, decided long ago, that we would stay together forever."

"I once made a vow in front of everyone I respect that I would protect you for a lifetime. Forever!"

SCP-4987 became agitated.

Marion sensed it expressing its urgency in the room in an intermittent, flickering way.

Something was coming.

She suddenly spoke, her eyes clear and bright. "I think I once made the same vow."

Adam bent over abruptly, his eyes suddenly blinded.

Whether he opened or closed his eyes, he couldn't resist the blinding golden-white light, and the light grew increasingly piercing.

He panicked.

"Save, save me... I can't see." He reached out tremblingly, wanting to grab Marion's hand.

Marion did not resist, letting him hold her hand and pull her closer.

However, the dazzling light did not diminish because of this.

He was holding Marion, but she was stiffening her body against him.

After a few seconds, Adam realized that SCP-4987 was completely under her control, and all of this was intentional.

"Are you going to do this?" he asked.

"Is this the Foundation's instruction? Is this your definition of 'protection'!"

"You don't know what you are doing to yourself! You don't even remember me!"

"I think I will," she replied.

"For the rest of my life, I will continue to feel that emptiness and coldness, as if a vital piece of life has been stripped away. Every morning when I wake up, I will have questions deep in my heart."

"But I am going to win this war."

Marion declared to him: "I am going to defeat this universe, and then I will find the answer."

Adam held her hand tightly, time seeming to freeze at this moment.

At this moment, he could vaguely hear the distant barking, and even began to guess what it was behind that hill that was driving SCP-4987 mad.

And so, he caught a glimpse of something.

It was just a faint, fleeting image, distant and blurry.

Yet it was more terrifying than the deepest, darkest night, and more unsettling than the most horrific thriller.

He knew Marion could piece together clues in a very short time, confront the universe that had no logic for her, and find the truth amidst the chaos.

He knew she had the power to defeat the universe.

He believed in this deeply.

However, at this moment, he couldn't help but worry: "What if you lose?"

Marion pulled Adam over, cupped his face, and kissed him on the lips.

But this kiss made Adam feel like a stranger.

He broke free in agitation and asked again in a low voice: "What if you lose?"

Marion left the containment room decisively, and after the gate fell, she slammed the metal blast door shut.

The whole building shook.

Outside the door, Gauss, Julie Steele, and other agents were waiting, comparing details in the report.

Marion and the noise startled them.

"Incorporate the following details into his background file," she ordered.

"He was never married. Transfer him to a place where I will never find him, destroy all relevant evidence, and report to me that the memory deletion surgery has been completed."

"As for the surgery itself, I will perform it personally at the end."

Gauss seemed to want to object, but was suppressed by a single look from her.

"My husband is dead," she said.