A Warm Welcome
The Going Merry docked at the port of Whiskey Peak to the cheers of a delirious crowd.
"WELCOME, PIRATES!" the villagers shouted."YOU ARE OUR HEROES!""COME CELEBRATE WITH US!"
Hundreds of people lined the pier, waving flags, throwing confetti, playing music. The atmosphere was festive—almost too perfect.
Luffy had stars in his eyes."THEY ALREADY LOVE US! THIS IS AWESOME!"
"Something's fishy," Zoro muttered, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"Stop being paranoid," Usopp replied. "For once, we're being welcomed properly!"
Nami scanned the crowd suspiciously."They're overdoing it. Nobody welcomes unknown pirates like this."
I looked around, my senses on high alert.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
[ANOMALY 1: DISTANCE 800 METERS][ANOMALY 2: DISTANCE 1.2 KILOMETERS][DIRECTION: CITY CENTER]
"System, can you identify their class?"
[IMPOSSIBLE WITHOUT DIRECT CONTACT][RECOMMENDATION: DISCREET INVESTIGATION]
A large man stepped forward—the mayor. White curly hair, a jovial smile, and an extravagant suit.
"Welcome to Whiskey Peak! I am Igarappoi, the mayor of this humble town! We honor pirates who brave the Grand Line! Come, we have prepared a feast!"
"A FEAST?!" Luffy's eyes shone like suns."I LOVE THIS PLACE!"
Before anyone could protest, he had already jumped off the ship and sprinted toward the city center.
"LUFFY, WAIT!" Nami shouted.
Too late.
Sanji sighed and followed."I've got to keep an eye on that idiot."
Mr. Fish followed as well."I'd like to see their local cuisine."
One by one, we all disembarked—except Zoro, who stayed on the ship, leaning against the mast, eyes half-closed.
"You're not coming?" I asked.
"Someone has to watch the ship. And these people… they stink of lies."
"You're right. But Luffy's already decided."
"Then go. I'll stay."
I shrugged and went ashore.
The Trap Feast
The village welcomed us like royalty.
A massive banquet hall. Tables overflowing with food. Unlimited alcohol. Musicians played. Dancers spun gracefully.
Luffy devoured everything within reach of his stretchy arms.
"THIS IS AMAZING! MORE! MORE!"
Usopp told outrageous lies to a captivated group of villagers."And THEN I defeated a giant dragon with just my slingshot!"
"INCREDIBLE!"
Sanji was surrounded by women serving him. Blood streamed from his nose."He… heaven really exists…"
Nami drank glass after glass, her face growing red."Hehe… this is… this is good…"
Walter sat on my lap, calmly nibbling on a piece of meat. Mr. Fish chatted about cooking with the servers.
But something strange caught my attention.
In a corner of the room, a man was playing poker with several villagers. Young. Messy brown hair. Relaxed smile.
And he was winning. Again. And again. And again.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
[ANOMALY 1: DISTANCE 20 METERS][IDENTIFIED: POKER TABLE]
My heart raced. One of the anomalies was HERE.
"I'll be right back," I murmured.
I discreetly approached the table. The man had just won for the tenth time in a row.
"AGAIN?!" the villagers cried in frustration.
"Sorry, guys," the man said with a grin. "Luck's on my side tonight."
He scooped up a mountain of berries and chips.
[ANOMALY CONFIRMED][SCP-181: "LUCKY"][CLASS: SAFE][ABILITY: ANOMALOUS LUCK – REALITY BENDS IN HIS FAVOR][DANGER: NONE]
An SCP that manipulated luck. Fascinating.
"Hey," I said, sitting down. "Mind if I play?"
The man—SCP-181—looked at me with interest."Sure! The more, the merrier!"
SCP-127: The Living Replica
While I played a few hands with SCP-181 (and lost every single one), I felt the second anomaly getting closer.
[ANOMALY 2: DISTANCE 400 METERS][APPROACHING]
I stood up quietly."I'll be back. Need some fresh air."
No one noticed—they were all too drunk or distracted.
I stepped into the deserted street. The party continued inside, but outside… total silence.
[ANOMALY 2: DISTANCE 200 METERS][DIRECTION: NORTH]
I walked cautiously, one hand in my pocket holding the box containing SCP-609.
The streets were labyrinthine. Giant cacti lined the road. Abandoned houses. Broken windows.
[ANOMALY 2: DISTANCE 50 METERS][INSIDE THE BUILDING AHEAD]
I stopped in front of an old church. The doors were ajar. A faint light seeped out.
I entered.
The church interior was dusty. Broken pews. Shattered stained glass. And at the center…
A gun.
Resting on the altar. Black. Shiny. Perfectly maintained despite the ruin around it.
[ANOMALY CONFIRMED][SCP-127: "THE LIVING REPLICA"][CLASS: SAFE][ABILITY: INFINITE AMMUNITION REGENERATION][DANGER: MODERATE (DEPENDS ON USER)]
I approached slowly. The gun seemed to… vibrate slightly. As if it were alive.
"A self-reloading gun…" I muttered. "Convenient."
I reached out to grab it.
CLICK.
A sound behind me.
I spun around.
A figure stood in the doorway. Tall. Muscular. With a ridiculous hairstyle shaped like a number nine.
"Mr. 5," I said calmly.
He smiled."And who the hell are you?"
"Someone who wants that gun."
"Too bad. It's mine."
He raised his hand and… blew.
BOOM!
His breath exploded like a bomb.
I didn't have time to dodge. The blast hit me head-on, hurling me across the church.
CRASH!
I smashed through a wall and landed in the street.
My body was intact. Not a scratch. My clothes, however, were torn and burned.
[DAMAGE: NONE][IMMORTALITY CONFIRMED]
I stood up slowly, coughing."Explosion Devil Fruit… great."
Mr. 5 stepped out of the church, holding the gun."You're tough. But you're still dead."
He blew again.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Three consecutive explosions.
I tanked them all. My body refused to break.
"What… WHAT?!" Mr. 5 staggered back."What are you, some kind of monster?!"
"No. Just immortal."
I pulled out the SCP-609 container and opened it. A green billiard ball rolled into my palm.
I stared at it. Imagined it.
Enter his head.
The ball vanished instantly.
SPLORCH.
Mr. 5 collapsed. His head… was nothing but red pulp.
The gun fell from his lifeless hand.
"Sorry," I murmured, picking up SCP-127."But I needed this."
[ANOMALY CAPTURED: SCP-127][TOTAL: 7/???]
Miss Valentine's Day
I stepped out of the church and—
WHAM!
Something slammed down from above.
I looked up.
A woman floated in the air. Yellow hair. Umbrella. Sadistic smile.
"Miss Valentine's Day…" I murmured.
"Kiloton Press!"
She crashed down on me like an anvil.
CRASH!
The ground cracked beneath the impact. My legs sank into the earth.
But my body? Intact.
She jumped back, confused."What?! How are you still standing?!"
"Weight Devil Fruit. You can become light as a feather or heavy as ten tons."
"You know my power?! Who are you?!"
I pulled out another SCP-609 sphere.
"Someone you shouldn't have met."
Enter her head.
The ball vanished.
SPLORCH.
Miss Valentine's Day collapsed. Instantly dead.
"Two Baroque Works agents eliminated," I muttered."Crocodile's not going to like this."
I summoned the Foundation gate and called for guards.
"Take these two bodies to the lab. Cold storage. I want them preserved for future analysis."
[BODIES: MR. 5 & MISS VALENTINE'S DAY][DESTINATION: LABORATORY – FREEZERS][OBJECTIVE: POST-MORTEM STUDY OF DEVIL FRUITS]
The guards carried the bodies away without a word.
[ANOMALY CAPTURED: SCP-127][TOTAL: 7/???]
Return to the Banquet
When I returned to the banquet hall, everyone was asleep—everyone except SCP-181, who was still playing poker with the last villagers still conscious.
He was still winning.
"You never cheat?" I asked, sitting down.
He looked at me with an innocent smile."Cheat? Me? Never. It's just luck."
"Anomalous luck."
He froze."How do you…?"
"I know what you are."
He stared at me for a long moment, then smiled."You're not like the others, are you?"
"No. And neither are you."
"Are you going to lock me up?"
"That depends. Do you want to stay free?"
"Obviously."
"Then come with us. On our ship. You'll be free—but under surveillance."
He thought for a few seconds, then shrugged."Why not? Sounds more fun than playing poker in backwater villages."
[SCP-181: RECRUITED AS TEMPORARY CREW MEMBER][STATUS: ACTIVE SURVEILLANCE]
Morning and the Surprise Guest
The next morning, everyone woke up with a massive hangover.
"My head…" Nami groaned.
"Does anyone have the number of the train that ran me over?" Usopp muttered.
Luffy, on the other hand, was in perfect shape."THAT WAS AN AWESOME PARTY!"
Vivi came running, followed by Igaram."Baroque Works agents are everywhere! We have to leave!"
We ran toward the port.
Igaram boarded a decoy ship—he was going to act as bait to divert Baroque Works' attention.
"Protect the princess," he said solemnly.
BOOM!
The ship exploded before it even left the harbor.
"IGARAM!" Vivi screamed.
"WE'RE LEAVING! NOW!" Nami shouted.
The Going Merry sped away from Whiskey Peak, sails filled with wind.
We were already at sea when Luffy suddenly yelled:
"HEY! LOOK! THERE'S SOMEONE ON THE SAIL!"
Everyone looked up.
A woman. Tall. Elegant. Black hair. Cowboy hat.
Nico Robin. Miss All Sunday.
She sat calmly on the crossbeam of the sail, gently stroking Walter, who purred in her arms like a cat.
"Hello," she said with a calm smile."What an adorable little rabbit."
My blood ran cold.
"WALTER!"
My shout startled everyone.
Luffy burst out laughing."AHAHAHAHA! MARC IS AFRAID FOR HIS RABBIT!"
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" I yelled."GIVE HIM BACK!"
Robin stroked Walter again. He squeaked happily."Why? He's so cute. I think I'll keep him."
"WALTER, YOU TRAITOR!" I cried desperately.
The entire crew burst out laughing.
"Marc is jealous!" Usopp teased.
"The great Foundation Director… defeated by a woman and a rabbit!" Nami added between laughs.
Even Zoro smirked."Pathetic."
Robin gracefully descended from the sail, Walter still in her arms. She landed on the deck with a dancer's elegance.
"Alright, enough playing," she said, becoming serious again."I'm here to observe you."
"Observe what?" Nami asked warily.
"You. Your crew. You're… interesting."Her gaze briefly rested on me before returning to Luffy."Especially after what happened to Mr. 5 and Miss Valentine's Day."
Zoro placed his hand on his swords."Are you here to capture us?"
"No. Just to observe," she repeated, that enigmatic smile never leaving her face.
I felt the danger. This woman was too calm. Too confident.
"System, prepare the Foundation."
[PREPARATION IN PROGRESS…]
Robin tilted her head slightly."Interesting. Are you talking to someone?"
"That's none of your concern."
She smiled again."Very well. Then allow me to—"
She raised her hands.
"Veinte Fleur!"
Twenty arms burst from the ground, the mast, the barrels, wrapping around us like serpents.
CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!
In seconds, everyone was immobilized. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Vivi, Mr. Fish, me.
Even SCP-181.
"Sorry," Robin said with that same unsettling calm."But I can't let you attack me. Not until I'm done observing."
I struggled. Impossible. Her arms were too many, too strong.
"Let us go!" Zoro growled.
Robin didn't answer. She continued stroking Walter, who seemed perfectly happy in her arms.
Then something strange happened.
Her eyes widened slightly.
She was looking at SCP-181.
Or rather… at the arms trying to restrain him.
They trembled. Slipped. As if an invisible force were pushing them away.
"Curious…" she murmured, her calm mask cracking slightly.
Then, for no apparent reason, she lost her balance.
CRACK!
The beam she stood on snapped. She fell forward, her arms dissolving into a flurry of petals.
THUD!
She hit the deck hard.
But instead of panicking, she rose gracefully, a thin line of blood running from her nose, which she wiped away elegantly.
"Interesting," she said simply, her analytical gaze fixed on SCP-181."My arms didn't function properly on you."
SCP-181 stood there, completely free, hands in his pockets."Sorry. I don't know what happened."
Robin watched him closely, then noticed something.
A shiny glint on his jacket.
She approached cautiously—far too cautiously for someone who had just fallen—and touched it.
ZAP!
An electric shock ran through her arm. She pulled back instantly, eyes widening for the first time.
"Seastone…" she murmured, her composure faltering slightly.
SCP-181 looked at his jacket in surprise. He blew on it lightly.
A cloud of gray dust drifted into the air—seastone powder.
He was literally COVERED in it.
"Uh… I didn't even know I had this on me," he said with a shrug.
I stared at him, then burst out laughing.
"AHAHAHAHA! YOUR LUCK IS COMPLETELY ABSURD!"
"What?"
"You have seastone on you AT THE EXACT MOMENT someone with a Devil Fruit tries to restrain you! That's statistically IMPOSSIBLE!"
[SCP-181: ANOMALOUS LUCK CONFIRMED][PROBABILITY OF THIS EVENT: 0.000001%]
SCP-181 smiled."Eh. That's my life. Happens all the time."
Robin watched us, her calm mask perfectly restored despite the situation. She rapidly assessed her options.
That was the moment.
I summoned the Foundation gate.
CLANG!
The metallic door appeared behind her.
Robin turned calmly, observing the door with curiosity rather than fear.
"Fascinating. A door appearing from nowhere. A Devil Fruit?"
"Something like that."
Guards poured out. Ten. Twenty. Fifty.
All armed. All aiming their FAMAS rifles at her.
Robin raised an eyebrow, impressed but not panicked."A private army. You are full of surprises."
"Don't move," I said calmly.
"I had no intention of doing so."
Two guards approached with handcuffs—but not ordinary ones.
Seastone handcuffs.
CLACK!
They snapped shut around her wrists.
Robin swayed slightly as all strength left her body. She dropped to her knees, gasping, her face turning pale.
But even then, she remained calm.
"Seastone…" she murmured, analyzing her situation."You're well prepared."
"I leave nothing to chance."
The guards lifted her and began dragging her toward the door.
Robin didn't resist. She let herself be taken, eyes observing everything—the door, the guards, their weapons, the Foundation visible on the other side.
"Fascinating…" she murmured."Where are you taking me?"
I didn't answer.
She vanished into the Foundation, her expression still calm and analytical.
[CLASS-D CAPTURED: NICO ROBIN][STATUS: SPECIAL PRISONER][OBSERVATION: EXCEPTIONAL MENTAL DISCIPLINE – REMAINS CALM UNDER PRESSURE][OBJECTIVE: ████████][PHASE 1: ████████]
Crew Reactions
Silence fell over the deck.
Then Luffy exploded.
"MARC! WHY DID YOU LOCK HER UP?! SHE WAS COOL!"
"She works for Crocodile, Luffy. She's our enemy."
"But—"
"She tried to immobilize us. You wanted to let her go?"
Luffy hesitated, then grumbled."No… but still…"
Vivi looked relieved."Thank you, Marc. Miss All Sunday is Crocodile's right hand. Without her, he'll be weakened."
"Maybe," I replied evasively.
Nami frowned."What are you going to do with her?"
"Keep her locked up. For now."
Sanji shot me a dark look."You're going to treat her like the other prisoners? A woman?!"
"Yes. Equality. Ever heard of it?"
"YOU—"
CLACK!
Nami punched him before he could finish."Shut it, Sanji. If she works for Crocodile, she deserves what she gets."
Zoro smirked."Well played. She thought she was untouchable. Now she knows she's not."
SCP-181 walked up to me, hands in his pockets."Hey, Marc. That Foundation… what is it exactly?"
"You'll see. If you stay with us long enough."
He smiled."Sounds promising."
Walter squeaked on my shoulder. I gently stroked him.
"You, little traitor, stay with me from now on. No more cuddling strangers."
He purred innocently.
[POV: NICO ROBIN – FOUNDATION]
Robin was escorted through white, sterile corridors. Her legs trembled slightly—the seastone cuffs drained all her strength.
But her mind remained clear. Analytical.
Perfectly symmetrical corridors. Uniform lighting. Military architecture. An organization. Not ordinary pirates.
The guards didn't speak. They marched in perfect formation, footsteps echoing.
Military discipline. Identical. Clones? Or just extremely strict uniform standards?
"Where are you taking me?" she asked calmly.
Silence.
They don't talk. Strict orders. Rigid chain of command.
They stopped in front of a cell. The door opened automatically.
Automated systems. Advanced technology.
They pushed her inside.
CLANG!
The door closed.
Robin slowly stood and methodically examined her cell.
Four meters by four. Reinforced concrete walls. Tiled floor. A hard bed. A toilet. A sink. A camera in the upper corner.
Constant surveillance. No blind spots.
She sat on the bed, her mind racing despite her weakened body.
Who is this man? Marc. Director of what? This "Foundation" he mentioned. A secret organization? A parallel government?
She looked at the camera.
They're watching me. They want to see how I react.
She smiled calmly at the camera and lay back on the bed, crossing her legs elegantly.
Then watch. I can be patient.
[END OF CHAPTER 23]
[ANOMALIES CAPTURED: 8][SCP-127: LIVING REPLICA (SELF-REGENERATING GUN)][SCP-181: LUCKY (TEMPORARY CREW MEMBER)][CLASS-D: 5 (ARLONG, KUROOBI, CHEW, HATCHAN, NICO ROBIN)][BODIES IN LAB: 2 (MR. 5, MISS VALENTINE'S DAY)][NICO ROBIN: SPECIAL STATUS – CLASSIFIED OBJECTIVE][OBSERVATION: MAINTAINS COMPOSURE – EXCEPTIONAL SUBJECT][NEXT DESTINATION: LITTLE GARDEN][SCP-006 SYMBIOSIS: 100%][MISSION: CONTINUE THE HUNT]