It took me three days to finalize the documentation.
Three painfully long, sleep-skipping, coffee-abusing days where I had to double-check every formula, every containment protocol, and every metaphysical footnote regarding Infinity-class anomalies. And honestly? Even with all my knowledge, the Reality Stone's energy humming around my neck, and an IQ that makes supercomputers cry, writing about these things still felt… surreal.
But finally, the digital files were finished.
SCP-13121.SCP-13122.SCP-13123.
Three cosmic weapons.Three primal forces older than galaxies.Three items the Foundation had absolutely no business possessing……yet here we were.
I sat in my private office at Site-999, the pale glow of my holographic monitor reflecting in the curved edges of the Reality Stone amulet. Luna was asleep in her crib behind me, tiny, peaceful, and unaware her mother was casually cataloguing artifacts that could rewrite the laws of physics.
I cracked my knuckles and reviewed the first file one last time.
SCP-13121 — The Tesseract
A powerful energy source.Formed at the dawn of the universe.Holding dominion over space itself.
I had written its abilities with careful precision:
• Infinite spatial energy intake• Portal creation• Spatial constriction• Space folding• Dimensional tearing• Infinite-energy output reactor potential
And the last, crucial line:
"SCP-13121 is in the possession of O5-2 (Sentinel). Object cannot be used without the authorization of at least one O5 member."
Even writing that made me exhale.Infinity Stones weren't toys.The last thing I needed was Sentinel getting ideas and opening rifts across the globe because he found a cool shortcut.
SCP-13122 — The Reality Stone
This one… oh, this one was mine.
Originally a red liquid.Condensed into a gemstone.Infinite energy.Limitless reality manipulation tied to the user's stamina, imagination, and willpower.
And yes, I had included the note:
"SCP-13122 is currently stored at Site-999."
Technically true.Stored around my neck, but hey — still Site-999.
I reread the section describing its capabilities:
• Rewriting matter• Creating illusions indistinguishable from reality• Generating objects from nothing• Physics alteration• Energy refabrication• Reality reconstruction
The Foundation would salivate over this. Half the researchers would want to dissect it, the other half would want to worship it.
Not happening.
SCP-13123 — The Eye of Agamotto
A magical masterpiece created by the first Sorceress Supreme.
Time manipulation.Temporal viewing.Possible time travel if someone wanted to tempt fate.And yes — currently in possession of O5-3 (The Watcher).
He was the only one responsible enough to handle the thing… and even then, I still double-checked that he hadn't paused time just to finish paperwork faster.
My description ended with:
"Object displays anomalous magical properties independent of the Time Stone's presence."
Even the Foundation's best thaumaturges would need a year to fully decipher that amulet.
When all three files were ready, I leaned back, tapping the console.
"Submit to Foundation database. Classification: SCP-13121 through SCP-13123. Clearance Level: 4."
A soft chime confirmed the upload.
The system interface flickered as it processed the sheer magnitude of the information. Blue progress bars crawled across the screen until finally…
SUBMISSION COMPLETE. DATA ARCHIVED.
Good.
But I wasn't done.
I opened another window — the O5 Council secure channel.
Nine encrypted icons glowed on the screen. Even the sight of them gave the room this heavy atmosphere, like the very air recognized it was in the presence of monsters, rulers, and gods disguised as bureaucrats.
I attached the files and hit "send."
Instantly, eight notifications popped up on my screen:
• O5-2: Received• O5-3: Received• O5-4: Received• O5-5: Received— and so on.
A few seconds later, messages began appearing.
O5-5:Why wasn't this submitted earlier? These are world-ending artifacts.O5-7:You've been studying these ALONE?O5-9:We need containment teams, additional research staff—O5-2:I already have the Tesseract under control.O5-3:My Time Stone is secure.
I rolled my eyes.
"I literally just sent you the files. Try reading them before panicking," I muttered.
Another notification pinged.
O5-1:Received and confirmed. Good work.
I smiled faintly.
Finally, someone with a functional brain.
Behind me, Luna stirred softly. I got up, walked to her crib, and gently brushed a strand of hair from her tiny forehead.
My little moonflower.
My daughter.
And the reason I was writing these files in the first place.
The Foundation needed to understand what we held.What I held.What I would protect.
And if the universe threw anything dangerous at us……we now had three of the deadliest objects ever created.
All catalogued.All secured.All in the hands of the most dangerous people alive.
I picked Luna up and held her close.
"Don't worry," I whispered. "Mommy's got everything under control."