The elevator chimed softly as it descended into the deepest chamber of Site-01. Even after all these years, the place still felt heavier than the rest of the world—like the air itself understood the weight of the decisions made here. Only the original five of us were allowed into this inner sanctum. No guards. No cameras. No AI monitoring.
Only us—the five reincarnated anomalies pretending to be ordinary O5 Council members.
The doors opened, revealing the circular obsidian chamber, the table carved from a single chunk of hyper-dense extraterrestrial material Julio had ripped out of a meteorite during one of his "backyard experiments."
The others were already seated.
Darius—O5-3, The Watcher—leaned back with his hands folded behind his head, a stack of holographic documents floating around him like lazy stars.
Julius sat across from him, wearing his usual smug expression, partly because he now ran the largest criminal empire on Earth and partly because he knew nobody at this table could ever challenge him successfully.
Cleopatra, elegant as ever, tapped her nails gently on the table. Every click produced tiny pulses of thaumic resonance. She liked doing that. It reminded everyone she was old power long before reincarnation gave her new power.
Sun Tzu sat silently with his hands together, eyes closed, probably calculating thirty-seven possible outcomes of this meeting before it even began.
And then there was me—O5-1. The first reincarnated. The man who carried Rick Prime's mind like a second spine.
I sat down. The table recognized all five of us and sealed the room from the rest of the universe.
"World War One is two months away," Darius began, sliding a holographic timeline into the center of the room.
Red nodes lit up—battles, political movements, SCP disturbances.
"We need to decide how much we interfere," Cleopatra said, legs crossed beneath her flowing white-gold gown. "Not much," Julius replied. "But enough to benefit us. Isn't that always the rule?"
Sun Tzu opened his eyes.
"History is a battlefield. Intervene too little, and we lose opportunity. Intervene too much, and we lose the map."
He was right. Our strength came from knowing the future. If we reshaped the world beyond recognition too early, we'd lose one of our greatest advantages.
Darius brought up a new hologram.
A map of Europe. Dozens of SCP markers flared across it.
"These anomalies are going to be fought over by nations once the war escalates. Germany gets three. Russia gets two. Britain accidentally awakens one."
Cleopatra frowned.
"We cannot let any country gain anomalous supremacy. Not in this era." "But," Julius added, "we can let them find them—just long enough to grab funding, influence, and D-Class from the chaos."
He got several annoyed looks.
He wasn't wrong, though.
"What about Lelouch?" I asked.
Darius swiped again, revealing an organizational structure that would make a dictator blush.The Chaos Insurgency, under Lelouch Lamperouge—our Lelouch, pulled from a world of war and rebellion—had grown into a machine of terror and precision.
Ten thousand trained personnel.Multiple bases.A criminal shadow network Julius now governed.And Lelouch himself—more cautious, more logical, no emotional ties—was thriving.
"He already predicted half the war's movements," Darius said. "He even has strategies for manipulating trench layouts. Who the hell plans trench formations two years ahead?"
Sun Tzu gave a small approving nod.
"A worthy disciple."
Cleopatra laughed quietly.
I leaned forward.
"We'll need Lelouch to destabilize specific regions. Not enough to break history—just enough to control the environment for anomaly retrieval." Money was next.
Our budget was massive—absurdly massive.Only the five of us knew the true number, and even to us it still felt unreal.
My Site-9999 alone consumed hundreds of billions yearly. Some years the number crept toward a trillion, depending on which world-ending experiments I had running.
And Site-9999 was only one facility.
"War is the best cover for moving large funds," Julius said. "Weapons, logistics, reconstruction—all perfect excuses for budgets exploding."
Cleopatra rested her chin on her hand.
"We should prepare shell companies. Banking, metals, early electronics manufacturing. And when the modern era begins…"
I finished her sentence.
"Apple. Google. Samsung. IKEA. Anything with future dominance—we take it first."
Darius added:
"And we use Chaos Insurgency fronts to control early criminal networks. Drugs. Protection syndicates. Smuggling routes."
Sun Tzu quietly sipped tea.
"And we should prepare ideological movements as well. Influence the rise of specific thinkers, prevent others. Ideas last longer than soldiers." But then the more dangerous topic appeared.
Darius flicked to a new hologram.Four glowing red markers.
SCPs that appear during WW1.SCPs that nations will hunt.SCPs powerful enough to destabilize everything if mishandled.
Cleopatra's voice went cold.
"We cannot let any nation weaponize the anomalous. Even if we benefit short-term, their curiosity will grow long-term."
Julius scoffed.
"Then we steal every anomaly before they can blink."
I looked around the table.Then spoke quietly.
"We also must make sure the world doesn't suspect the Foundation exists."
Darius nodded.
"Yes. We can't let the SCP Foundation be shaped prematurely. This era is too early for mass anomalies to be public."
Sun Tzu leaned forward.
"Then we allow the war. We guide it. We harvest from its chaos. But we do not rewrite it."
The five of us looked at one another.Five monsters wearing human skins.Five friends from another life.Five people who cheated the universe and came back stronger than gods.
We didn't say it aloud, but the truth hung in the room:
The world was about to experience World War One.And this time, it would bleed while we profited.
I folded my hands on the table.
"Then let's begin preparations."
The others nodded.
The meeting continued deep into the night—plans layered upon plans, contingencies wrapped in lies, strategies only the five of us would ever understand.
And somewhere, far from this chamber, the world marched blindly toward a war it thought it understood.
It had no idea the gods sitting beneath Site-01 were preparing to reshape its bones.