Chaotic Landing
The Going Merry docked on the beach of Little Garden. The moment the gangplank touched the sand, Luffy was already moving.
"DINOSAUR MEAT! HERE I COME!"
He stretched his arms toward a gigantic tree in the distance.
"Gomu Gomu no… ROCKET!"
FWOOSH!
He vanished into the air, catapulting himself over the jungle.
"GYAHAHAHA! THIS IS AWESOME!"
Zoro disembarked calmly, his three swords at his waist. Sanji followed, lighting a cigarette.
"Hey, moss-head," Sanji said with a provocative grin. "Wanna make a bet?"
"What kind of bet?"
"Whoever hunts the biggest dinosaur wins."
Zoro's eyes gleamed with competition. "You sure you wanna lose that easily?"
"I'm the one who's gonna win, idiot."
"We'll see about that, curly-brow."
They dashed off in opposite directions, already arguing.
On deck, Nami and Usopp stared at the jungle in terror.
"D… DINOSAURS…" Usopp stammered. "Real dinosaurs…"
"I… I'm staying on the ship," Nami declared, crossing her arms.
"SAME!" Usopp added instantly.
I looked at them, amused. "You sure?"
"ABSOLUTELY!" they shouted in unison.
I shrugged. "Alright. In that case, I'm putting Walter and Mr. Fish somewhere safe."
I summoned the Foundation door. Walter squeaked happily on my shoulder while Mr. Fish emerged from the kitchen.
"You're staying warm while we explore," I told them.
They entered without protest. The door closed.
Nami approached timidly. "Marc… can we come too? Into the Foundation?"
"Please!" Usopp begged. "It's safer than being outside with dinosaurs!"
I shook my head. "No. Someone has to watch the ship. And you two are the best suited for that."
"WHAT?!" Usopp went pale. "You're leaving us alone?!"
"You've got weapons. You've got a ship. You can flee if needed. You'll be fine."
"MARC, YOU—" Nami started.
But I had already jumped off the ship and was running toward the jungle.
"SORRY! GOOD LUCK!"
Their screams echoed behind me. "GET BACK HERE, COWARD!"
[POV: BAROQUE WORKS – WAX BASE] The Mission
Somewhere in the center of the island, inside an elegant structure made entirely of wax, two people were calmly sipping tea.
Mr. 3. Blue hair shaped like a three. Glasses. Arrogant expression.Miss Goldenweek. A small girl with paintbrushes and a palette. Calm. Impassive.
Standing beside them were two other agents.
Mr. 1. A bald, muscular man with blades integrated into his body. Cold expression.Miss Doublefinger. A tall, slender woman with spikes protruding from her skin. A sadistic smile.
Mr. 1 spoke, his voice deep and metallic.
"Mr. 3. Our mission has changed."
Mr. 3 raised an eyebrow while sipping his tea. "Oh? And why is that?"
"Miss All Sunday has disappeared. Last contact: Whiskey Peak. Our intel suggests she was in contact with the Straw Hat crew before vanishing."
Mr. 3 froze. "Miss All Sunday? The boss's right-hand woman?"
"Exactly."
A Den Den Mushi suddenly rang. Miss Doublefinger picked it up.
"Hello?"
A deep, authoritative voice echoed. Mr. 0. Crocodile.
"Mr. 1. Report."
"Boss. We are on Little Garden as planned."
"Good. I have a priority mission for you. The Straw Hat crew has arrived on the island. Miss All Sunday was with them. She has disappeared."
A tense silence followed.
"Eliminate ALL members of the Straw Hat crew. No exceptions. And find Miss All Sunday. Alive. This is urgent."
"Understood, boss."
CLICK.
The Den Den Mushi went silent.
Mr. 3 set down his cup with a grin. "So, we've got new toys. Perfect. I love killing arrogant pirates."
Miss Goldenweek said nothing, continuing to paint calmly.
Mr. 1 crossed his arms. "Be efficient. The boss does not tolerate failure."
"We won't disappoint," Miss Doublefinger assured him.
[POV: MARC] The Hunt Begins
I pushed deeper into the tropical jungle. The heat was suffocating. Humidity clung to my skin. The trees were so massive they blocked nearly all sunlight.
BOOOOOM!
The ground shook violently. Birds flew off screaming. Leaves rained down.
"The giants…" I murmured. "Dorry and Brogy. They must be fighting."
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
[ANOMALY 1: DISTANCE 200 METERS][DIRECTION: NORTHEAST]
I changed course and accelerated. My immortal legs felt no fatigue. I leapt over giant roots and slipped between vines.
[ANOMALY 1: DISTANCE 100 METERS][50 METERS][20 METERS]
I slowed down and dropped to my knees, moving silently through the bushes.
Then I saw it.
SCP-075: Corrosive Snail
In the middle of a small clearing was… a snail.
But not a normal snail.
It measured approximately 20 centimeters in length, 13 in width, and 15 in height. Its shell was dark brown, covered in strange patterns.
But what truly drew attention was its foot.
Where a normal snail would have a soft, slimy foot, this one had something resembling a MUSCULAR CLAWED HAND. Six fingers. Sharp claws. Bulging muscles.
It crawled—or rather, WALKED—on that bizarre hand with disturbing agility.
[ANOMALY CONFIRMED][SCP-075: "CORROSIVE SNAIL"][CLASS: EUCLID]
[ABILITIES:][- ANOMALOUS SPEED (FROM 60 KM/H UP TO █████)][- CORROSIVE SLIME][- ANIMAL INTELLIGENCE]
[WEAKNESS: DEHYDRATION][THREAT LEVEL: HIGH]
I sighed softly. "Shit… it's SCP-075. If it's as smart as Walter, this is going to be a nightmare to capture."
I remembered the files. This thing could run FAST. Really fast. If it wanted to escape, I could chase it for DAYS.
Its only weakness was dehydration. But how do you dry out a snail in a TROPICAL JUNGLE?!
"Great. Just great."
As if it had heard me, the snail turned toward me.
No eyes. Just trembling antennae.
It had detected me.
"Well… might as well try."
I stepped out of the bushes, standing straight.
I wasn't afraid of what it could do to me. I was immortal. I'd much rather it attack me than run away.
I crouched slightly, trying to look small. Harmless. Easy prey.
"Come on… come hunt me…"
The snail vibrated slightly. Its clawed fingers scraped the ground.
Then it charged.
FWOOOOSH!
The speed was INSANE. One moment it was there—the next—
WHAM!
It slammed into me like a freight train.
I was hurled backward, crashing through several trees.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
I finally smashed into a massive rock, splitting it in half.
[DAMAGE: NONE][JACKET: DESTROYED (AGAIN)]
I slowly stood up, brushing off dust. My jacket was in tatters—again.
"I forgot its weight… 860 kilos… I can't even carry it."
The snail didn't attack again. It stayed at a distance, its antennae pointed at me.
Smart. Very smart.
It had seen me get up unharmed. Now it was judging me. Assessing the threat.
"Damn… it knows I'm not normal."
I sighed. "This is gonna take a while… Maybe I can ask the giants for help carrying it? As long as I'm careful with its slime…"
I slowly approached, hands raised.
"Easy… easy, little snail…"
It vibrated again.
Then it turned its back—its shell—and ran.
IN A STRAIGHT LINE.
At full speed.
"BASTARD!"
I sprinted after it. "GET BACK HERE!"
Comedic Chase
What followed was one of the most absurd chases of my life.
A giant snail with a clawed hand fleeing at full speed.
An immortal Frenchman chasing it while yelling.
Through the jungle. Over roots. Under branches.
"ARE YOU GOING TO STOP OR NOT?!" I shouted, mentally—though not physically—out of breath.
The snail zigzagged between trees with impossible agility for its size.
"I WONDER IF YOU KNOW YOUR FRENCH ORIGINS!" I yelled, leaping over a fallen trunk. "WE EAT YOUR COUSINS WITH GARLIC AND BUTTER!"
The snail accelerated.
"OH, YOU UNDERSTAND FRENCH?! PERFECT! ESCARGOTS À LA BOURGUIGNONNE! GARLIC CREAM! PARSLEY!"
It zigzagged violently, nearly losing me.
"STAY HERE, DAMMIT!"
After several minutes of chase straight out of a slapstick movie, the snail stopped abruptly.
I almost crashed into it.
It was… stuck?
I looked at the ground beneath it.
White. Smooth. Shiny.
"Wax…?"
I looked up.
In front of us stood a massive structure.
A candle. GIANT. Made entirely of wax.
And trapped inside…
Nami. Vivi. And a bearded giant wearing a horned helmet.
"Brogy…" I murmured. One of the island's two giant captains.
Standing in front of the candle was a man. Blue hair shaped like a three. An arrogant smile.
Mr. 3.
He watched us, a teacup in hand.
I stopped, staring back at him.
But my eyes stayed fixed on SCP-075, which was already dissolving the wax holding it with its corrosive slime.
SSSSSSS…
The wax melted like butter.
Negotiation and Capture
Mr. 3 looked at me with unbearable superiority.
"So. You there. If you don't want your crewmates to die, hand over Miss All Sunday."
Nami and Vivi looked at me desperately.
"MARC! HELP US!" Nami screamed.
"PLEASE!" Vivi begged.
But my gaze remained fixed on SCP-075, slowly freeing itself.
Mr. 3 followed my gaze and frowned.
"You're more interested in that weird snail than your friends?"
He smiled cruelly. "Then I'll destroy it too."
He raised his hands. Liquid wax burst from his palms, wrapping around SCP-075.
In seconds, the snail was completely encased in a solid wax cube. Three meters by three. Perfectly sealed.
My eyes lit up.
"THANK YOU!"
Mr. 3 blinked, confused. "What?"
I summoned the Foundation door.
CLANG!
It materialized behind me.
Fifty guards emerged. Armed. Helmeted. In perfect formation.
Mr. 3 staggered back. "WHAT THE—?!"
"Carry the cube!" I ordered. "And hurry! The wax is starting to liquefy!"
Indeed, SCP-075's corrosive slime was already at work. The cube was melting from the inside.
The guards lifted the massive cube—ten of them together—and carried it through the door.
[SCP-075: CONTAINMENT IN PROGRESS][DESTINATION: REINFORCED ANTI-CORROSION CELL]
Mr. 3 stared, incredulous. Then he snapped out of it.
"A PRIVATE ARMY?!" He began making wide gestures. "I'LL IMPRISON ALL OF YOU IN WAX!"
Liquid wax erupted everywhere, forming walls, cages, columns.
BANG!
A gunshot.
Mr. 3 screamed and collapsed, clutching his arm.
One of the guards had fired. Not a normal bullet.
A seastone bullet.
Specially designed by the Foundation after studying the handcuffs. Non-lethal. Just enough to neutralize a Devil Fruit user.
Mr. 3 lay on the ground, gasping, unable to move.
I calmly approached and knelt beside him.
"You're lucky," I said. "You can be useful. If you want to live, you cooperate. Otherwise…" I shrugged. "We always need corpses for experiments."
His eyes widened in terror. "I… I'll cooperate…"
"Good."
The guards took him and escorted him toward the Foundation.
[CLASS-D CAPTURED: MR. 3 (GALDINO)][DEVIL FRUIT: DORU DORU NO MI (WAX)][UTILITY: VERY HIGH FOR CONSTRUCTION AND CONTAINMENT]
BEEP.
[SCP-075: SUCCESSFULLY CONTAINED][CLASS: EUCLID][CONGRATULATIONS, DIRECTOR][FIRST EUCLID SCP CAPTURED]
I smiled. "Perfect."
Liberation
Without Mr. 3 maintaining the wax, I called in the guards equipped with flamethrowers—yes, the Foundation had those too.
FWOOOOSH!
The flames devoured the giant candle. The wax melted quickly.
Brogy collapsed, freed. "GAH! THANK YOU, LITTLE HUMAN!"
Nami and Vivi fell as well. I caught them.
"You okay?"
"We… we almost DIED!" Nami yelled. "BECAUSE OF YOU!"
"How is that my fault?"
"YOU LEFT US ALONE ON THE SHIP!"
"And you still went into the jungle. Not my fault."
"MARC, YOU—"
BOOOOOM!
Another massive tremor shook the island.
"What was that?!" Vivi asked, panicked.
Brogy laughed. "GEGYAGYAGYA! THAT'S DORRY! WE'VE BEEN FIGHTING FOR A HUNDRED YEARS! AND IT'S NOT OVER!"
"A hundred years?!" Nami stared at him in horror.
Another sound echoed. Closer. Fighting. Shouts.
"The others…" I murmured. "Zoro, Sanji, Luffy. They must be fighting Baroque Works agents."
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
[ANOMALY 2: DISTANCE 500 METERS][DIRECTION: WEST][DETECTION: FAST MOVEMENT][WARNING: ERRATIC BEHAVIOR]
"The second SCP…" I looked in that direction. "It's causing chaos."
"Or it's just the fights," Nami added.
"Or both."
I turned to them. "You two stay with Brogy. I'll go see what's happening."
"MARC, WAIT—"
Too late. I was already running toward the sounds of battle.
Somewhere in this jungle…
My second SCP was waiting for me.
[END OF CHAPTER 26][ANOMALIES CAPTURED: 9/???][SCP-075: CORROSIVE SNAIL (EUCLID) – CONTAINED][CLASS-D: 6 (ARLONG, KUROOBI, CHEW, HATCHAN, ROBIN, MR. 3)][LOCATION: LITTLE GARDEN][ANOMALY 2: APPROACHING][ONGOING BATTLES: CREW VS BAROQUE WORKS][STATUS: CHAOTIC][MISSION: CAPTURE THE SECOND SCP]