The virus—Mutacode—was no longer just a biological or magical anomaly. It had become a memetic plague, rewriting the core definitions of existence. And in its wake, things that should not be—things that could not be—came into being.
The world began to spawn anomalies: entities, objects, and locations that defied causality, logic, and metaphysical stability.
Paradoxon, once chaotic, now became something else entirely—
A living SCP containment breach.
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[SCP-Like Entities Formed by Mutacode]
Entity-001: The Mirror That Remembers
A shard of obsidian glass that remembers everyone who has ever looked into it. If someone forgets themselves, it restores their identity—but if it remembers someone no longer alive, it recreates them. Imperfectly.
Entity-096-PX: The Tower That Screams
A spiraling, stone tower that mimics the emotional state of anyone within 500 meters. When surrounded by fear, it becomes hostile—walls twist, gravity shifts, and time within becomes erratic.
Rootborn explorers sealed it after an expedition went mad.
Entity-417: The Child of Echoes
A Rootborn infant infected by the virus who evolved into a being that exists in audio frequencies. It speaks in voices of the dead, offering truths no one wants to hear. Hearing it causes personality distortion.
Item-PX-77: The Book That Writes Futures
An indestructible codex that changes its language depending on who holds it. The final page always shows the reader's inevitable end—unless they burn the last ten memories they hold dear. Many still read it.
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[The World Adapts]
The Tree, now fully aware and partially divine, began creating containment roots—zones of reality-stabilization using the Transcendent Order energy. But the virus kept evolving, and some anomalies fed on that very order.
> Belief fractured.
New cults rose, worshipping the anomalies.
One tribe even tried to capture the Book That Writes Futures and read it together, hoping to forge a collective fate.
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[System Observation – Emergency Log #0135]
> "The SCPs weren't imported from Earth… they were born here.
The virus did not copy them—it built them.
From the scraps of rules that are present in paradoxon, from chaos and belief."
"Paradoxon has crossed the boundary.
It is no longer merely a Chaotic World."
"It is now a Narrative-Construct World. A realm where story logic is stronger than physics."
"Conclusion: If left unchecked, Paradoxon may birth a god of stories or anomalies.
I must decide whether to stabilize… or let it become what it wants."