I don't sleep for the next six days.
Not because I'm overworked—not really.Because Luna sleeps beside my lab desk in a floating crib I invented on day two, and every time she giggles, a small portion of reality politely forgets its original shape.
Day one, she sneezed.Half my equipment turned into chocolate sculptures.
Day three, she laughed.A section of the wall briefly became a gateway to a universe made entirely of lavender fog.
By day five, when she got startled by a dropped pen, she accidentally created a duplicate of herself made from moonlight. It faded after ten minutes, but still—nobody wants to explain that to the O5 Council.
So I do what any responsible, hyper-paranoid, overpowered scientist-parent would do:
I lock myself in my lab and build a device no one else in this existence could even conceptualize.
Rick Prime's insane multidimensional engineering?My own broken-level intellect and reality interaction?A few… borrowed principles from SCP-239's metaphysics?
Perfect.
At the end of the week, my eyes bloodshot, caffeine long abandoned for sheer stubborn willpower, I hold up the result:
A tiny silver bracelet.Smooth, elegant, humming with barely-contained power.A piece of technology that even SCP-5000 would look at and say "Yeah, that's overkill."
Its purpose is simple:
Limit Luna's reality bending range to a single room.Not suppress her power—just focus it.Channel it.Give it boundaries.
That's the trick.You can't stop a Level-4 Reality Bender.You can only negotiate with their metaphysics.
And this?This bracelet is the closest thing to a peace treaty with her abilities.
When I slip it onto her tiny wrist, the lab stops buzzing.The walls stop shifting into alternate materials.All molecules remain exactly where physics intended.
Luna looks at the bracelet, pokes it, and the metal… politely wiggles.
Not melts.Not transforms.Not becomes a sunflower made of starlight.
Just wiggles.
"Good girl," I whisper, kissing her forehead. "Now Mama can actually finish her research without quantum anomalies eating her servers."
Her giggle doesn't warp reality this time.It just warms my chest.
For the first time in a week, Site-999 is calm.
For the first time, I feel like I can protect her and the world at the same time.
This bracelet…Is the beginning of her stability.Her freedom.Her life.
And mine.