[Church members assembled these anomalous objects in an attempt to restore their worshipped deity.]
[Upon activation, SCP-001 reportedly began assimilating metal objects into itself and actively seeking other anomalies.]
Marvel Universe – S.H.I.E.L.D.
"WTF?"
Stark froze as he read the lines.
"The Broken God... is a mechanical entity? A machine?"
A spark of fanatical curiosity ignited in his eyes.
Previous Supreme Deities—whether physical like The Devourer of Worlds and The Deer, or formless like The Pattern Screamer and The Cosmic Starfish—had all wielded unfathomable power without technology.
It had shaken Stark—a man who believed in science—to his core.
Made him question if technology was obsolete before true divinity.
But now—
The Broken God changed everything.
"Can... technology ascend to godhood?"
Nick Fury sighed at Stark's fervor.
He didn't care if gods were mechanical or flesh.
What chilled him was—
The Church of the Broken God had dared to rebuild their deity.
And worse—
They might have succeeded.
The screen shifted, displaying what appeared to be a record—
A testimony from a Church member.
[Description of SCP-001's Collected Information]
[Fernand was the first... I think. The first to contact me after they found the heart. The way they described it, the zeal in their eyes... I was confused. Then I knew. They had done it.]
[When they showed it to me, I was stunned. It was a mass of gears, pistons, clockwork, and oiled metal parts—each moving in perfect sync without any power source.]
[Inside, I saw the heart. Just as they described.]
A heart amidst gears and cogs?
The chat group exchanged bewildered glances.
Even the veteran agents looked stunned.
No one had imagined the Broken God's "mechanical form" would be a jumbled mess of gears, pistons, and clockwork.
This was nothing like the sleek, divine machine they'd envisioned.
"Can something like this even function?" Zhang Chulan muttered. "No power source? No drive system?"
"Fool!"
Zeus finally seized a chance to mock him.
"It's a god first, you imbecile. The mechanical form is just its vessel. Even a pile of dog shit could move if a god willed it!"
Zhang Chulan still found it unbelievable.
Then—more text appeared.
[It spoke to me. Not in words, not like this. In... images. Feelings. And pain.]
[It was in such agony. As if the spark that gave it life also made it aware of what it was—or wasn't. It only wanted to be whole again.]
['Want' might be too strong. Not a want. An impulse. Something in its construction drove it toward an inevitable, unshakable conclusion. This creation was unlike any artifact I'd ever blessed.]
[This one was different. Wrong. I didn't realize until they finished...]
Three-Body Universe – Earth
Luo Ji's brow furrowed.
The description painted a grotesque mechanical construct—likely the Broken God's body.
But why would a priest feel its pain?
Why was it suffering?
And most baffling—
If this was a god, why did it behave with bestial instinct?
Could machinery and primal hunger coexist?
Was this truly the Broken God?
[The scriptures said the god would reassemble itself when fragments were brought before the heart. Just present an arm to the heart, and the god would gain an arm. But they couldn't find the heart.]
[Then... a voice whispered—if the heart couldn't be found, perhaps one could be made.]
[So they created a heart and brought it to life.]
[But only a few knew—it wasn't the heart of a god. It was something else entirely.]
The chat group erupted in horror.
"WTF?! They built their god piece by piece—and even the HEART was fake?!"
"They MADE a god's heart?! These people are INSANE!"
"No wonder it's in pain. No wonder it feels 'wrong.' The heart's the problem!"
Then—
Surveillance footage appeared.
A quiet town.
But the idyllic scene was shattered—literally.
The camera panned over destroyed houses, garages surrounded by debris.
Trails of metal shards and rubber strips led from driveways to asphalt roads, then further into the streets.
Car parts littered the ground.
At first glance, it looked like war had struck.
But the culprit wasn't an army—
It was the god the Church had built.
SCP-001.
The moment it appeared—
The multiverse held its breath.
Transformers Universe
Optimus Prime and the Autobots stared in disbelief.
"That's their 'rebuilt god'?"
"I expected a majestic machine deity, not a... sentient scrap heap!"
"Whirr-click-buzz!"
"Bumblebee's right!"
Optimus ignored the quips.
Something about the chaotic amalgamation felt...
Wrong.
The gears, cogs, and pistons moved with eerie precision, yet its behavior was utterly feral.
Not like a machine.
Like a—
Starving beast.
[On Screen]
A colossal mechanical abomination—a random fusion of gears, cables, pulleys, tires, and screws—
Devoured every metal object in sight.
When the streets were stripped bare, it moved on to houses.
Each step shook the ground.
Then—it started eating drainpipes.
Screaming civilians fled in panic.
Many were injured by flying glass and twisted metal debris.
Chaos escalated.
Then—
A humming noise.
Parts of SCP-001 glowed, beams of light striking kneeling figures.
The victims vanished without a sound.
Marvel Universe – S.H.I.E.L.D.
Stark's awe turned to dread.
Many Supreme Deities were hostile to humanity—
But none had been shown indiscriminately slaughtering humans.
Until now.
Yet one question burned—
If it only sought metal, why kill?
[On Screen]
SCP-001 continued down the street, hunting more "materials."
A section of its undercarriage detached, transforming mid-fall into a vertical pod resembling a human spine and ribcage.
The ribs split open, and a 3-meter-tall humanoid entity emerged.
Light from its head bathed a nearby civilian—already limp, likely dead.
The metallic humanoid lifted the corpse, placing it inside its ribcage.
It turned to a second civilian—a woman crawling away.
She screamed as she was hoisted into the ribcage.
Then—
Snap.
A severed hand fell to the ground.
As more victims were "consumed," a tumor-like growth swelled on the humanoid's back.
Its body shrunk proportionally.
By the sixth victim, the growth outstripped the humanoid, forcing it onto all fours.
Its limbs retracted, ribs extending like spider legs as it climbed onto a rooftop.
It lingered for 20 minutes.
Then—
Pop.
The growth burst open, revealing three new humanoids.
They resembled SCP-217-infected beings, bearing traits of the six consumed victims.
One female had chains embedded in her scalp, shaking what looked like a corpse.
A male with clockwork arms examined himself before jumping off the roof—landing stomach-first.
Unharmed, it grew more frantic, chasing after SCP-001.
The female noticed the camera, waved briefly, then stopped.
After glancing at SCP-001, she leapt into a backyard, vanishing from view.
[Silence.]
The multiverse reeled.
Then—
[Chat Group: Meltdown]
"WTF?! YOU CALL THIS A 'BROKEN GOD'?! THIS IS A FLESH-METAL ABOMINATION!"
"How does a MACHINE spawn FLESH MONSTERS?!"
"EVERYTHING'S GONE MAD—EVEN THE GODS!"
Site Interior
The agents shuddered.
"It's... eating people?" Zhang Chulan grimaced.
"Maybe it got tired of motor oil," Deadpool quipped.
"One's organic, the other's inorganic. They're nothing alike!"
"So what?"
Zeus: "..."
Ignoring the banter, the God-King of Olympus sensed something deeply wrong.
Not from the machine itself—
But something else.
A presence of violence and corruption.
Flesh and filth.
The opposite of machinery's order and logic.
It wasn't an animal—yet it had bestial instincts.
"How can two opposing natures coexist in one being?"
Zeus glared at the screen.
That colossal machine...
It was infected.
The SCP-001 file ended there—
But the footage left viewers shaken.
Clearly, the Church's "god" had gone horribly wrong.
What should've been a pure machine now exhibited biological traits—
Feeding. Reproducing.
And an insane behavioral pattern.
With that, the mission parameters became clear.
All eyes turned to Kratos—
The muscular, tattooed warrior standing firm in the Site.
Doubt crept in—
Could a mortal defeat SCP-001?
The screen brightened.
Dr. Clef appeared, his expression unusually grave.
As the Foundation's designated Keter-class executioner, even he found SCP-001 troubling.
He approached Kratos.
"Mission begins."
Mission? What mission?
Before viewers could process it—
Kratos appeared in a mountainous region.
Then—
A deafening, metallic wail echoed.
The mountains shattered.
From the dust rose a nightmare—
Not crawling like a beast, nor walking like a man.
It propelled itself forward on millions of spinning gears, like a steel cobra.
It didn't speak. Not in words.
Its voice was metal grinding on metal—yet concepts flooded the minds of those nearby.
Like knowing a thought before finding words for it—
But the thought came from another mind.
The language of gods.