The system didn't give us a choice.
That much was clear.
[MONTHLY SCP SUMMONING — MANDATORY.][REFUSAL RESULT: TERMINATION.]
No loopholes. No delays. No mercy.
We were being forced—forced—to drag some of the most terrifying entities ever conceptualized into reality. Things that didn't care about gods, laws, or universes. Things that could end existence accidentally.
And the system expected us to deal with it.
For several long seconds, no one spoke in the group chat.
Then I exhaled slowly and did what I had always done best.
I analyzed.
"If this system is forcing SCPs into the world," I said, typing carefully, "then the only logical response is containment."
Julius:You're suggesting…
"Yes," I replied. "Whether we like it or not, we're becoming the SCP Foundation."
The words felt heavy even as I wrote them.
Secure.Contain.Protect.
A lie wrapped around a necessity.
Cleopatra:We don't even have a foundation.
"Yet," I answered.
Another pause.
Then—
Qin Shi Huang:If the system demands order, then order must be imposed.
I nodded instinctively, even though none of them could see me.
This wasn't panic time.
This was planning time.
I leaned back, letting the memories of my past life surface—warfare theory, logistics, long-term strategic modeling. Then I layered it with the knowledge flooding in from Shammuramat's memories: empires, armies, influence.
"Let's establish the facts," I said. "Based on historical markers, we're around 330 BC."
Herodotus:That aligns with my observations.
"Good. That gives us centuries before any Marvel or DC mainline events even begin," I continued. "Time enough to build something so entrenched it becomes invisible."
A weapon disguised as an institution.
Alexander:And all twelve of us are either future rulers, generals, or power brokers.
"Exactly."
I felt a sharp, dangerous smile form.
"We don't need to seize power. We already have it."
Kings. Queens. Emperors. Political architects. Intelligence masters.
Between us:
Entire nations
Standing armies
Intelligence networks
Economic power
Religious authority
The system hadn't dropped twelve random souls into history.
It had selected administrators.
Gilgamesh:If we are creating an organization of this scale, it needs leadership.
"Agreed," I said. "And secrecy."
Darius:A council, then.
I didn't hesitate.
"O5 Council."
The name carried weight—even now.
"There are traditionally thirteen members," I added. "We only have twelve."
Cyrus:A rotating tie-breaker vote.
"Exactly. The thirteenth seat doesn't belong to a person. It belongs to the system—temporarily. We rotate the deciding authority among ourselves."
No permanent dictator.
No single point of failure.
A Foundation that could survive even us.
One by one, confirmations came in.
We were doing this.
But then the dread crept back in.
Joan:We're talking about SCPs, Luna. Some of them can destroy universes just by existing.
"I know," I replied quietly.
I stared at the stone floor beneath my feet, imagining something wrong standing there instead. Something that reality rejected.
"That's why this can't be a public organization," I said. "Not ever. We operate in shadows. We rewrite records. We manipulate history."
Ashoka:I can handle suppression and cover-ups.
Herodotus:Then I will write the lies history needs.
"Good," I said.
Because someone had to.
I took a breath.
"Here's the truth," I typed. "The system isn't rewarding us for heroism. It's rewarding us for control."
Every secured SCP would give us system points.Every normalized anomaly would strengthen us.Every expansion of the Foundation would unlock more power.
"And once the Foundation exists," I continued, "we won't just be reacting to SCPs."
We'll be prepared.
Genghis Khan:So we turn a death sentence into dominance.
"Yes," I said simply.
"If we're forced to summon monsters," I finished, "then we'll build cages so strong even gods won't question them."
Silence followed.
Not doubt.
Acceptance.
I straightened, feeling something settle inside me—cold, resolute, inevitable.
I had been Luna.
I was Shammuramat.
And if the universe demanded wardens for its nightmares—
Then we would become the most feared organization to ever exist.