[Location: Pune, India | Date: March 3rd, 2000]
The world moved on, unaware that something profound had just shifted. The sun rose gently over the bustling streets of Pune, a city on the cusp of modernity yet still deeply tethered to its traditions. Traffic horns echoed in the distance. The scent of masala chai lingered near a tea stall. Nothing felt different.
But in a small, modest flat above a worn electronics shop — something impossible happened.
[Sagar Jadhav's Perspective]
Pain was the first sensation.
Not emotional. Not metaphorical.
Real, searing, cellular pain. It felt like his blood was boiling and freezing at once, his muscles spasming like they had been hooked into a live wire.
Then, stillness.
Sagar Jadhav blinked into fluorescent white, disoriented. The sound of a ceiling fan, ticking like a slow metronome, filled the air. The walls were painted in the fading cream color typical of lower middle-class Indian homes. A calendar dated March 2000 hung nearby.
"What the hell…?""...Didn't I just die?"
Memories cascaded in fragments: his final moments on Earth — a hit-and-run, his cracked glasses sliding off as darkness consumed him.
Now this?
He stumbled to the mirror, heart thudding. The reflection was familiar, yet not. Younger. Healthier. His hands didn't shake. His posture wasn't slouched from years behind computer screens.
"I'm eighteen again."
Then the System Interface appeared.
[System Boot Interface — Visual Only to Host]
Initializing SCP Foundation Support Protocol…
Binding to Host: Sagar Jadhav.
Location: Earth-199999 | Marvel Reality
Assist Mode: Active. Command Locked to Host.
"Welcome, O5-00. You are the last line of defense against the unknowable."
He staggered back, mind racing. Marvel? SCP? This had to be a dream — or delusion.
But it wasn't. As reality seeped into his bones, so too did the gravity.
A system. An SCP summon system. Bound to him. In the Marvel Universe. And from the name… this wasn't a game.
This was the beginning of something terrible and beautiful.
[Perspective: Local News Anchor – Radio Pune FM]
"And in other news, Pune continues to expand its tech sector as more startups are announced near Koregaon Park… also, an unidentified seismic anomaly was recorded near Khadakwasla Dam this morning, but authorities believe it was just minor ground shifting…"
Unbeknownst to them, the anomaly wasn't natural.
It was the dimensional ripple of the SCP Assist System binding to this reality.
[System Message to Host]
Unit Generation Online.
Daily Passive: 1000 Units
Conversion Rate: ₹10 = 1 Unit
Current Balance: 1000 Units
Random Summon Available. Do you wish to proceed? [Yes / No]
Sagar stared.
"Already?"
He considered it — the implications, the danger. Every SCP had world-altering potential. This wasn't some game; this was raw cosmic entropy waiting to be unpacked.
He tapped No.
Not yet.
"First, I need infrastructure. Resources. Secrecy. Control."
[Perspective: SHIELD Surveillance Subnet – Hidden Listening Post Alpha-19 | Classified Access Only]
Transcription Fragment – Recovered Later
"Unusual subatomic disturbance in the Indian subcontinent… localized, yet dimensional in nature… energy profile doesn't match anything from known extraterrestrial threats."
"Should we alert Director Fury?"
"Not yet. Could just be anomalous tectonic activity. We'll flag it and monitor passively."
And just like that, the first whisper of the Foundation entered SHIELD's ears — a ripple too small to name, too strange to ignore.
[Sagar's Perspective – Later That Night]
He sat on the rooftop under a starlit sky, scribbling in a plain notebook.
Foundation Protocols – Day 0
Establish remote infrastructure.
Test System utility — financial, spatial, and perception parameters.
Begin intelligence gathering on MCU events.
Prepare personnel recruitment model.
Create O5 Council model (holographic, masked).
Identify first controlled summon site: rural, remote, plausible for anomaly cover.
The first building block of the most powerful secret in the world had been placed.
And no one knew.
Not SHIELD.Not HYDRA.Not even the Avengers, who didn't yet exist.
[Final System Note: Log 0000 | Sealed – Accessible by Host Only]
This marks the birth of the SCP Foundation in Earth-199999.
No records exist.
No witnesses remain.
No one will ever see the beginning.
Except you, O5-00.