A full year had passed since Site 999's creation—one year of progress, of breakthroughs, of endless research fueled by resources no other Foundation on this planet could even dream of. With everything in place, we were stronger, smarter, and more dangerous than ever.
And that's when the universe decided to hand us a gift.
SCP-7905.
A gateway.A portal.A fracture in reality leading to… another world.
Not the first such anomaly we'd encountered, of course—our Foundation had catalogued dozens of cross-dimensional SCPs. But SCP-7905 was unique. Even among doors to other universes, this one stood out. All the preliminary reports said the same thing:
Safe to enter.Stable on both sides.Minimal anomalous resistance.
Almost unheard of.
The original discovery site was a simple stone well, half-collapsed, covered in moss and dust. A few weaker SCPs had overrun the area—minor creatures, nothing of note. The containment team cleared it out in minutes. Past that? A shimmering membrane of light, pulsing faintly inside the well.
A passageway.
A door.
A new world.
We quickly designated it SCP-7905.
What lay beyond the gateway shocked even me.
A parallel Earth.A true alternate timeline.A world with its own Foundation—but one so pathetically underpowered it was almost cute.
They had SCPs, sure… but nothing dangerous. Nothing on the scale of the Scarlet King, the Hanged King, the Worm God, or the countless cosmic nightmares we dealt with regularly. Their greatest threats looked like children's toys compared to ours.
Even SCP-096—the Shy Guy—was infinitely more terrifying than anything their world had to offer.
Their Foundation was small.Underfunded.Undertrained.And the world itself had no idea how lucky it was.
No apocalyptic threats.No Elder Gods.No dimensional invaders.Nothing beyond a mild inconvenience, really.
In short:a perfect world for us to exploit.
The Foundation had never considered itself "good" in the moral sense. We were efficient, pragmatic, ruthless when necessary. And if we had the chance to drain an entire world of its resources—political, material, biological, anomalous—we would do it without hesitation.
And now that opportunity was literally sitting at the bottom of a well.
I wasted no time.
With Aion satellites already orbiting the planet, it took me only minutes to recalibrate their quantum sensors. But detecting a spatial fracture like SCP-7905 was still difficult, even with my advanced technology. The signature was faint, shifting, and seemed to be partially phase-shifted half a micrometer out of sync with our own universe. Annoying, but solvable.
Still, to be safe, I deployed boots on the ground.
My troops.
Elite.Loyal.Superhuman.
A specialized squad equipped with quantum trackers, null-space anchors, and reality stabilizers capable of preventing temporal bleed-throughs. They carried both death trooper weaponry and Foundation-standard gear. Ten-man fireteams moved through the region like ghosts.
But even that wasn't enough.
So I turned to an observer who rarely interfered but always watched.
The Watcher.
He appeared in a shimmer of cosmic light, bald head reflecting starlight, expression as unreadable as ever. Negotiating with a being who could see infinite timelines wasn't easy, but he seemed invested in maintaining cosmic balance. And I was offering him something useful—my assurance that the timeline we were entering would not be destroyed, destabilized, or fractured.
At least, not in a way he would consider unacceptable.
Our deal was simple:
He would help us locate SCP-7905's true anchor point.We would ensure that no cosmic-scale damage would occur.
Reasonable.
And with that agreement locked in, I had what I needed.
My Aion satellites adjusted their scopes.
My ground units spread through the region.
The Watcher gave cryptic hints, but that was enough.
The convergence point was close.The gateway was stable.The world beyond was ripe for the taking.
We sent the first drone through:
A light flicker.A ripple.A perfect, clean transition.
No temporal distortion.No molecular shredding.No radiation spikes.
Just a simple shift.
A doorway to paradise.
A world that would soon belong to the Foundation.
A world that would soon belong to me.
Now all that remained was finding the exact location, pinpointing the well, and establishing full control.
And once we crossed over?
We would have an entire Earth's worth of resources—people, minerals, energy, land, technology, and more—feeding directly into Site 999.
My site.
My empire.
The universe had given me another world.
And I intended to take it.