The system chime echoed through my quarters like a warning bell from fate itself.
[NEW SCP SUMMONED — SCP-239]
For a moment, I smiled.Of course. A year had passed. Another mandatory summon.The Little Witch Girl.One of the most dangerous reality warpers ever recorded.Childlike. Naive. Reality-bending on an apocalyptic scale if not handled perfectly.
I turned away from the holographic notification—
And then the room spun.
Suddenly I was sprinting—no, teleporting—into my bathroom in a blur of instinctual panic, barely making it to the sink before I vomited so violently my vision flashed white.
"What the—?"
I leaned on the counter, breath shaky, mind blazing through every possible explanation.I had immunity to all diseases.My body was reinforced beyond human limits.I wasn't vulnerable to poisoning, infection, parasites, curses—
So why was I puking like a mortal with morning sickness?
My Rinnegan activated automatically, scanning my entire body at an atomic level.
And then I froze.
"...No way."
I checked again.
And again.
And again.
My heart dropped into my stomach.
"Oh hell no."
I stormed out of the bathroom, grabbed a full diagnostic scanner from my lab shelf, slammed it onto the table, and ran three complete body scans. My Byakugan, Rinnegan, cosmic awareness—everything I had—cross-confirmed the result.
I sat down heavily.
I'm pregnant.
"…I'm a virgin."
The words sounded insane even to me.
But the data didn't lie.
So I ran deeper tests—genetic sequencing, energy resonance, soul-imprint mapping.
And that was when the real horror clicked together.
My unborn child's aura wasn't human.Not mutant.Not alien.Not demonic.Not even Otsutsuki.
It was conceptual.A soul woven out of raw possibility, reality, and belief.
My blood froze.
It matched SCP-239 perfectly.
I wasn't summoning SCP-239.The system chose a far more sadistic method.
I was pregnant with her.
I dropped the scanner.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. The system—why?!"
I paced the room, hands on my head, mind racing faster than light.
Reality-warper pregnancy.With one of the most dangerous entities the Foundation has ever contained.Growing inside my body.
A child who could, theoretically, rewrite physics in the womb.
"Okay… okay… breathe. Think."
I forced myself to sit.
Calm thinking mode.Rick-Prime-level logic.Administrator-level composure.Cosmic awareness.Rinnegan clarity.
None of it helped.
I put my head in my hands.
"I'm pregnant with a reality-warping goddess child. A literal SCP."
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling.
The system had a sense of humor.A cruel one.
"…What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
Because one thing was certain—If SCP-239 was truly gestating inside me…
The universe was about to have a very, very big problem.
And I was now the mother of it.