The moment Julius finished giving me the Civil War briefing, he added—far too casually—"Oh, and they found out you have the Tesseract."
That was how my day went from mildly annoying to catastrophic.
Because thirty minutes later, I was dragged—via hologram, of course—into an emergency O5 meeting, and every single one of them was already yelling before my projection had even fully loaded.
Sun Tzu calmly scolded me like I was an incompetent general.Cleopatra accused me of "irresponsible cosmic hoarding."Lincoln lectured me about transparency.Victor von Doom acted offended that I had advanced technology he didn't get to personally study.Hobbes threatened to "strip me of command authority" (as if that would ever work).And Julius tried to look disappointed, but he failed because he kept glancing at the Tesseract like a kid eyeing candy.
Meanwhile, I stared at the ceiling, tuning out 60% of the shouting.
Blah blah blah, you didn't report this earlier… blah blah blah, cosmic artifact protocols… blah blah, Administrator responsibilities…
Honestly, if they didn't want me finding reality‑breaking artefacts, they shouldn't have put the smartest being in existence in charge of science and exploration.
Eventually I waved a hand and cut off the lecture.
"Fine. FINE. Julius gets the Space Stone."
They all froze.
Julius blinked. "Wait—me?"
"Yes," I said. "You're the only one who won't accidentally open a wormhole in the kitchen."
A few Overseers coughed and looked away.
"And the Time Stone," I continued, "goes back to Darius. He's already the Watcher, so giving him the ability to view every timeline isn't exactly a new power."
O5‑3, Darius, nodded with that eerie serenity he never dropped."Correct decision, Administrator."
I tossed the glowing green stone to his holographic receiver pad, where it transferred to his containment gauntlet in seconds.
The blue Space Stone followed right after, sliding into Julius's stabilizer chamber.
"There. Happy?" I said, crossing my arms.
"Somewhat," Cleopatra muttered.
"You should have informed us immediately," Sun Tzu said.
"Yes yes, I know," I replied. "I'll file reports next time I discover an object capable of rewriting the universe."
"You'd better," Doom growled.
The meeting adjourned—thank god—and I immediately shut off my hologram connection, massaging my temples.
Being the strongest being in existence did not mean I was immune to bureaucratic headaches.
With the lecture over, the Time Stone returned, and the Space Stone now safely in Julius's hands, I teleported straight back to Site‑999.
The moment my boots touched the polished metal floor, I felt at home.
This was my site.My masterpiece.The beating technological heart of the SCP Foundation.
Every corridor hummed with experiments, prototypes, and world‑altering breakthroughs—weaponry, power systems, anomalies, containment tech, dimensional engines, teleportation nodes, starship components… everything that mattered came from here.
If the Foundation had a crown jewel, Site‑999 was it.
No matter what the other O5s said, no matter what rules they tried to place on me…
This site was mine.
And the next era of the universe would be built here.