The system shop refreshed with its usual soft chime, the sound echoing faintly in my office like a whisper from another universe. I opened the interface expecting the usual assortment of artifacts, upgrades, and oddities. Instead, the very first item in the "New Arrivals" section made my eyes widen.
Psychic Paper — Origin: Doctor Who Universe.
A slow smile tugged at my lips.
"Oh… that is useful."
Psychic Paper was one of those deceptively simple technologies—thin, harmless-looking, almost mundane. Yet anyone who looked at it would perceive whatever identity, credentials, or authority I wanted them to see. To a soldier, I was their commanding officer. To a king, I was royalty. To a scientist, their superior. To a guard, their highest-ranking official.
And more importantly… to any hostile entity, I could become someone they wouldn't dare oppose.
A perfect tool for manipulation, infiltration, and silent domination.
I purchased the design blueprint instantly.
The next moment, a stream of knowledge poured into my mind—constructing the psychic matrix, linking the surface of the paper to controlled illusion fields, binding perception filters using a blend of psionics and temporal resonance. Similar to a telepathic suggestion, but stabilized and impossible to detect unless someone possessed immunity to psychic tampering.
I spent an hour crafting, refining, and perfecting the process. Then, with a gesture, I activated my workshop's automated fabrication arms. Shimmering sheets of blank, flexible material slid out of the assembly chamber—sleek, thin, almost glossy in appearance.
Psychic Paper.
I held one between my fingers and injected a small pulse of psychic energy. The surface shimmered, then briefly displayed credentials marking me as a Level Omega+ Command Authority, before turning blank once more.
Perfect.
I didn't stop at one.
I created twenty.
Each one calibrated differently, encoded with my unique psychic signature so only those I personally authorized could use them. A safety feature—after all, I had no intention of letting the SCP Foundation, corrupt governments, or anomalous entities gain access to this tech without my permission.
Once the stack was complete, I placed them inside a reinforced containment case lined with psychic-dampening material, ensuring they wouldn't activate by accident.
This would change field operations forever.
One sheet of paper… and entire nations would kneel.
With the last psychic paper stored away, I stretched and let out a slow breath. The day had been productive—stabilizing my permanent energy shield from Rick Prime's memories, finishing the Reality Stone amulet, reinforcing Site-999's defenses, and expanding our infiltration tools.
Now, I finally allowed myself to relax.
My thoughts drifted immediately to her.
My little moonflower.
I stepped out of my workshop and walked the long corridor toward the nursery wing. The doors automatically parted, revealing Lunar sitting in her floating cradle, glowing gently with her soft lunar-blue aura. She looked up the moment she sensed me, her tiny arms reaching out.
"Hi, my little angel," I whispered.
The shield field around me gently parted for her, recognizing her touch. I scooped her into my arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Lunar giggled, her voice like a tiny silver bell. Her little crescent-shaped pupils sparkled, glowing brighter whenever she looked at me.
She was still so small—but already so powerful. A being born from my blood, my magic, and cosmic energies few mortals could comprehend.
I settled into the rocking chair, holding her close.
She cooed happily as I gently swayed us both. I kissed her soft cheek and whispered, "You know, sweetheart… your mommy has been working very hard today."
She blinked, tilting her head like she understood.
I laughed softly. "Yes, yes… I know. You want attention."
I shifted her slightly and began feeding her, letting her rest comfortably against me. Lunar hummed with contentment, glowing softly like a tiny moon in my arms. The warmth of her little body pressed against mine melted away every bit of tension.
For all my power—my amulet, my shield, my armies, my anomalies—this was what brought me peace.
Time passed slowly, gently, beautifully.
When she finished, I lifted her up so she could nuzzle into my chest, sighing with the softness only a baby could make. I stroked her hair and whispered stories of stars, of worlds beyond worlds, of the empire I would someday build for her.
"Everything I create," I murmured, "is for you."
She reached up and touched my chin, smiling in that innocent way that made my heart flutter.
I cradled her closer.
"My little moonflower… my precious Lunar. I promise I'll always protect you."
And with my new shield, my Reality Stone amulet, and the psychic paper tools?
Nothing in the multiverse could stand in my way.
Not anymore.