This file appeared to be an email Nakayama Mary sent to the Foundation before her ascension to godhood.
Though brief in content,
It held the rapt attention of audiences across countless universes.
Everyone burned with curiosity:
What could have driven a woman like Nakayama Mary to choose apotheosis?
[To the O5 Council,]
[When I was fifteen, I swallowed enough pills to kill myself four times over, chased with a bottle of cheap vodka—the only thing left by the man who used me, broke me, then abandoned me to my loneliness.]
[I sat in a bathtub, scalding water searing my skin. I closed my eyes.]
The opening stunned viewers.
No one had expected
That Dr. Nakayama Mary—the Foundation's Chief Numerologist—
Had such a harrowing past.
Yet it only deepened the mystery:
What had reshaped her mind so profoundly?
[When I opened my eyes, the water on my skin had dried. Everything was fine.]
[I lay on my bed. By the door, a shimmering figure hovered, radiant.]
[It spoke in a voice that resonated only in my soul.]
[It told me I was meant for greater things.]
[I never saw it again. But I kept moving forward. I believed God had descended to save me.]
[And after joining the Foundation… how could I not believe?]
[What else could explain why we still exist—why we cling, screaming, to this miraculous, desperate life?]
[What else could explain how the foundations of our world endure the horrors we face daily? We are protected.]
[I prayed to it nightly for guidance. The voice never returned.]
Marvel Universe • S.H.I.E.L.D.
Some dismissed the figure as a hallucination.
Others argued it was a true anomaly.
But one thing was certain:
That encounter had pulled Nakayama Mary from despair—
Steering her toward the Foundation's mission of safeguarding humanity.
Yet ironically,
It was her very devotion to that mission that doomed her.
Witnessing the Foundation's endless battles against reality-shattering anomalies,
Her sense of justice morphed into a hunger for power—
Power to protect others, as the Foundation did.
And then…
SCP-001 appeared.
[I once touched God. It changed my life.]
[But when I pressed 'save' on a document and turned my nameplate green, I understood.]
[The bedrock of existence had opened to me. I could've reported it. Hidden it. But—]
[What if this is the key to our salvation?]
[What if pressing 'save' is how gods are born?]
The chat group fell silent.
Even those who'd accused Nakayama Mary of selfish ambition now lowered their heads in shame.
Her motive wasn't greed.
It was a desperate bid to save them all.
Death Note Universe
"Heh. Seems she doesn't fit either of your categories," Ryuk mused, grinning at Light.
Light Yagami said nothing.
Nakayama Mary had exploited SCP-001's power with surgical precision—
Her edits were airtight, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
Proof of her brilliance.
Yet she'd also defied all logic.
And what twisted Light's gut most?
Her goal had been to protect humanity.
The final lines of the email sealed her fate:
[If this isn't the answer, let me try anyway.]
[If it is, let me monitor it.]
[I'll fix everything.]
[It might take time.]
[Wish me luck. —MN]
The message ended.
So did the file.
No one knew if Nakayama Mary truly became the omnipotent cosmic sovereign.
But one thing was clear:
She failed to save the world.
Anomalies still plagued the universe.
The threat of annihilation loomed as large as ever.
Multiverse Chat Group • Outburst
"What the hell?! That's it?!"
"She succeeded… but not really?"
"If she's a Thaumiel entity, she can contain anomalies—but their persistence means even a god can't erase them!"
*"Then why is the Foundation trying to contain her?!"
The audience reeled with unresolved tension.
Nakayama Mary's intentions had been pure.
Yet her legacy was tragic incompletion.
Only one question remained:
Why did the Foundation turn against her?
Then—
The screen flickered.
The documents vanished, replaced by hazy footage.
A young woman in a lab coat strode through a Foundation site, heels clicking.
Her eyes burned with resolve.
Someone in the chat screamed:
"LOOK AT HER NAMETAG!"
Assistant Site Director — Dr. Nakayama.
The multiverse erupted.
This was Nakayama Mary moments before godhood.
Detective Conan Universe
Conan's brow furrowed.
"The timestamp—this is before her ascension!"
"She's about to make her final edit!"
On screen,
Nakayama Mary marched toward a low-value containment locker.
With a trembling hand, she opened it—
Revealing the blue-covered file.
SCP-001.
The Wish-Granting Engine.
Memories flashed through her mind:
A suicidal girl in a bathtub.
A shimmering savior.
The Foundation's endless war against the abyss.
She knew this world was doomed.
Knew neither she nor the Foundation could stop it.
Until SCP-001 offered one chance.
One chance to remake reality.
She exhaled.
Pressed EDIT.
For the first time in her life, Nakayama Mary felt free.
Then—
She began to ascend.
Russell levels spiked exponentially.
Her body dissolved into pure energy, flooding the site, the planet—
She rose into the sky,
A luminous tapestry of threads, half-willing, half-carried by the power.
The pain of shedding her humanity faded.
Doubts surfaced:
Can I truly become God?
Will I retain my mind?
What's the catch?
"Why fear the inevitable?"
The ether whispered back.
She let go.
Seconds later.
A new entity hovered in low orbit.
Glistening under distant starlight.
Photon streams rippling like cosmic winds.
Her gaze could evaporate galaxies.
Her will could crush the universe into a singularity.
At her core flickered a human silhouette—
A ponytail.
A nametag.
A furnace-heart of silent fire.
She remembered her name.
Her purpose.
But she was no longer human.
She looked down at Earth.
Blinked.
A gateway spewing demons in America vanished, its ravaged city restored.
A blood-spring in Europe dried up, its horrors dissolved.
Across the globe, anomalies ceased to exist.
Humanity rejoiced.
She smiled.
Stars trembled at her joy.
"The world is healed," she declared.
Then—
The ocean turned to gasoline.
The Pacific ignited.
A city became black-glass waste.
A continent rotted into void.
The universe laughed at her hubris.
She screamed—
A sound woven from every tragedy, every sacrifice, every failure.
When silence returned, Earth was half-empty.
Enraged, she mobilized her godly power—
Only to hear hungry things tearing through spacetime,
Drawn by her recklessness.
They came for Earth.
For their next meal.