"Guys, I'm getting worried. 706-EN hasn't even interacted with us ever since she roomed with us."

"Where is she, anyway?"

"Oh, I made a pocket dimension especially for her. Only 239-EN and I can access them."

"Why did you do that?"

"So she couldn't suicide herself. The pocket dimension is practically a padded room."

"Right, so where is 239-EN?"

"Well, Sigurrós also has her own pocket dimension. She's on break from training today. Why, just yesterday she…"

"Is 706-EN ready to talk?"

"Yeah, but she's still broken."

"Maybe if we could find out what happened, we could help her with whatever her problem is."

"Well, she did say she was from Texas."

"Yes, but where in Texas?"

"Maybe she's from the same town Sandy Cheeks is from."

"Texas might not be safe! Fake Mexican and famed repealer of the 2nd Amendment, Frances Beta O'Dork, has let members of many cartels in the country! Medellin, Sinaloa, MS-13 and Los Hombres Malos. The Medellin cartel just wasn't the same without Pablo. Last I heard, his brother sent some thugs to torch Elon Musk's Boring Company for stealing his flamethrower ideas. I still think that his business is a way to launder cartel money."

"¡Para mostrar la efectividad del lanzallamas Escobar, voy a incendiar la compañía de este gringo!"

"That would be absolutely insane to see!"

"Anyways, 706-EN would easily get destroyed if some gang member tries to attack you guys!"

"Well, 706-EN can't remember exactly which Texas town she is from. So, I guess we're going to have to visit them all."

"I just hope it isn't in Juarez."

"That's in Mexico, Stinkoln."

"Ok, how about Laredo?"

"That is also in Mexico, in Tamaulipas." Lisa points out


As fate would have it, yet another Anomalous Burst emerges. What will come through the dimensional gateway this time? A humanoid female, looking to be about 26, has been confirmed to have been sighted in Dresden, Germany. It appears she is locked in some sort of special biohazard suit, but even though it is a special type of suit, any idiot can remove it.

Lisa immediately recognizes this SCP.

"Oh, dear. I think we're going to need Β7 again…"

"Why, Lis?"

Sigurrós steps out of her pocket dimension and notices Lisa panicking.

"Did I miss something?"

"Only that we're now playing a real-life game of Plague Inc: Evolved."

"Cool, are we using bioweapon?" Lincoln asks

"No, the SCP is the bioweapon! That is…"

Sigurrós finishes for her.

"SCP-353-EN, Vector. Her anomalous power allows her to store any pathogen and allows her to release it to devastating effects! She can even mutate the pathogen at will, though it causes symptoms of varying discomforts."

"How do you know that?"

"Oh, I overheard some scientist working on containing 040-EN saying that they should move 353-EN to a different site."

"We need a doctor!"

"I think I've got just the one…but I'm bringing 706-EN along. Since she's technically nonorganic, Vector's diseases can't hurt her!"

"Wow, that actually makes sense, Lynn!"

SCP-239-EN goes into SCP-706-EN's pocket dimension and convinces her to come out.

"Fine, I'll help you, but only because I don't want the world to be a dead zone. So, where are we going, Sport Stuff?"

"We're going to Texas!"

"Oh, I didn't know we were going to visit Sandy."

"No. We need the one man who can beat these diseases! We need the Ebola Man himself, Doctor Kent Brantly!"

"Why would we need an Ebola man? Doesn't Vector already have Ebola?"

"No, we need someone who can survive diseases, not cause them!"

"Alright, but where is your false god of hope?"

"1500 S Main St, Fort Worth, Texas."

The group looks at Lori.

"What, I just Bing searched it?"

"Bing? Really?"

"Hey, if Google wasn't a Left-wing propaganda shill machine that steals data from people, we might actually use it!"

"Why not DuckDuckGo?"

"Oh, yeah. That's a good idea, Leni."

Well, I guess I'll ask mom if we can go, but I don't think there's a high chance of that…

Lori goes toward the dining room where Rita is and tries to talk to her.

"Hey, mom. Can I borrow Vanzilla?"

"What for?"

"Oh, something anomalous came up and we need to go to Texas to find the cure."

"No. That piece of garbage van is for school purposes only. If you want to move to Texas, I recommend you get your own car!"

Well…

Lori decides to report back to the others.

"Yeah, that's a no go on Vanzilla."

"Ok, then we'll go. We have teleportation powers thanks to our reality warping anomaly."

"We'd better hurry, Vector might be starting to plan her infection!"


The quartet warp to the address and start looking for their doctor. It appears that they are at the John Peter Smith hospital. They start asking around for him but it appears he is treating some trauma patients right now. Sigh…either they can try to stop Vector right now (which will just get everyone infected) or wait for him to finish. They could try explaining the situation, but that might get them admitted to a psych ward. Then again…everyone heard Trump's broadcast.

Lucky for them, they see that the doctor has finished his shift. They go up to him and explain their situation calmly.

"Doctor Brantly? Are you the same Doctor Brantly that survived Ebola?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Did you see President Trump's announcement at the UN recently?"

"I suppose…"

"Ok, now what we're about to say is going to sound crazy, but we need your help. Trump has talked about the Anomalous Bursts at length. Well, they act like dimensional gateways between other dimensions, both fiction and reality."

"The most recent burst released a bioweapon into Dresden. Said bioweapon has every pathogen known stored within her. She is planning to cause a global pandemic! We need someone to counter her and…we thought you'd be a good candidate."

"Why me?"

"You survived Ebola! If you can do that…then maybe there's a chance you can store the cure and stop her!"

"How does it work?"

"Well, how should I explain this…you know how there is a venom and antivenom? Well, she has all pathogens; Therefore, we're going to vaccinate you with all the pathogens' corresponding antibodies. If you can get to her, you can flush the pathogenic cocktail and annihilate the threat she poses to the world!"

Doctor Brantly's cellphone rings.

"Hold on, I have to take this."

He goes and answers the call.

"I told you this is a stupid idea, Lynn. You should have fought Vector yourself!"

"And become infected? At least if we vaccinate him, he'd be immune to every disease she can throw at him!"

"Well, Germany is probably in total anarchy right now! We're wasting time!"

Doctor Brantly comes back.

"I've thought about your proposition and…I'm in."

"Really?"

"I will use treatment to help the sick according to my ability and judgment, but never with a view to injury and wrong-doing. Neither will I administer a poison to anybody when asked to do so, nor will I suggest such a course. Similarly, I will not give to a woman a pessary to cause abortion. But I will keep pure and holy both my life and my art. I will not use the knife, not even, verily, on sufferers from stone, but I will give place to such as are craftsmen therein."

"Ok, let's go administer the cure cocktail within you."


A portal emerges from outside the hospital. They all step inside. Once back at their house, the Loud siblings are marveling that the Ebola man himself, Doctor Kent Brantly, is in their house.

"Ok, Sigurrós and Lisa have prepared the antigenic cocktail."

Lisa injects the vaccine into Doctor Brantly.

"You should be immune to every known disease! You can even mutate the antigens, but it might cause pain, as Vector has done before."

Suddenly, the TV flips to CNN, they show a diseased creature being "interviewed". The location is in Dresden, Germany.

"Is this thing on? It is? Ok then. All of you are going to be infected. My name is Pandemic. I already killed the camera crew by infecting them with Ebola. I just wanted to tell you that you are all going to die. Well, I'm off to destroy Greenland…they've had it too good for too long."

"We've gotten news that tyrannical dictator Donald Trump has called world leaders to form the first division of the anomalous task force. It is called Η6, Hypocritical Oath. How apt. Their mission is to vaccinate everyone in hopes to stop Pandemic's diseases from killing them! Personnel are already being deployed worldwide."

"We don't have much time! We need to get Antigen over to Greenland to stop her!"

"This seems like the beginning of the end. I'd better fortify my home country!"

SCP-239-EN leaves.

"Not to worry, Mr. Brantly. I'll go with you to Greenland. Mostly because the portals are one-way. I'd better get some cold resist equipment."

Both Leni and Doctor Brantly are wearing heavy jackets and thick, insulated clothing. They head through a portal to Greenland and arrive in Nuuk, where Pandemic is trying to Nuuk the population with various pathogens.

"Huh, more idiots trying to get infected? Fine by me!"

Antigen rushes at Pandemic and uses his inoculators to overload her system with antibodies. Luckily for them, they have the element of surprise! The antibodies have eradicated 96% of her pathogenic cocktail! Marburg, SARS, Ebola, Yersinia, Variola, Rubeola, Malaria, Leprosy, E coli O157 H7, Chlamydia and Syphilis, all eradicated from her! The fight was kind of anticlimactic, but at least the pandemic was suppressed in its infancy. This could have turned very bad very fast.

Leni summons a portal back to SCP-PRM-001. It leads into one of the armed biocontainment sites. They send her back to where she came from. Around 420 people died, but it could have easily skyrocketed.

Leni teleports Doctor Brantly back to Fort Worth and herself back to her house.


"Now do you see why I don't want to talk about it?"

"Did you really see a murder-suicide?"

"Yes."

"Seeing it, I wanted to die. Thinking if was perfect like her porcelain figurines, then maybe this wouldn't have happened."

"So, how did you turn into porcelain?"

"I have no idea. Maybe I ate so much porcelain that I was transformed into it? I was trying to go for death, though."

Lynn tries to sing more of that song.

When they say you will fall
You can reach nothing at all
Hide your tracks, beneath the line
Of a different frame of mind

Is it that what you've heard?
Broken words in the dirt
Yelling out into the sun
Here we come, here we come

Oohh...

Here we come, here we come

Oohh...
Oohh...

Here we come, here we come

Oohh...

You can lift your head up to the sky
Take a deeper breath and give it time
You can walk the path among the lines
With your shattered frame of mind

Withstand, you could always stay
We can wait right here and play
Until somehow you can find
A slightly better frame of mind

Oohh...
Oohh...
Oohh...
Oohh...

"Thanks. I needed that."

"Do you need a hug?"

"Sure."

The two of them hug.