[NOTICE]
Acquired SCP Foundation System
Please create an SCP Foundation in your world to protect it.
No one spoke.
Five of the most powerful individuals in the world sat around a polished White House dining table, each pretending not to see the same impossible thing hovering before their eyes.
A translucent blue screen.
Untouchable. Unmistakable.
Unreal.
Lucien Viremont calmly set down his glass, his expression unreadable. Adrian Hale's posture stiffened, instincts screaming that something was wrong. Rowan Kade's eyes subtly scanned the room, already searching for threats that didn't exist.
Elara Voss didn't move at all, her mind racing behind a perfectly controlled exterior.
Marcus Calder leaned back slightly, studying each of them.
Then he sighed.
"You can all see it too," Marcus said.
Silence shattered.
Adrian exhaled sharply. "Alright, good. Thought I finally lost it."
Elara closed her eyes briefly. "It's consistent across all of us. Same projection, same wording… This isn't a hallucination."
Rowan muttered, "Nothing about this makes sense."
Lucien finally spoke, his voice steady, controlled.
"Then let's treat it like it does make sense," he said. "We stay calm and we analyze. If this is real… then panic is useless."
Marcus smirked faintly. "That's why you're President."
Lucien ignored the comment, eyes fixed on the screen.
"Alright," he continued. "Let's think. If we're being told to create an SCP Foundation… then the implication is simple."
Adrian frowned. "That something out there needs containing."
Elara added quietly, "And that whatever this system is… it believes we're capable of doing it."
Before anyone could respond, the screen shifted.
[NOTICE]
The System is here to assist you.
You will now be transferred to the year 1890.
You will retain your current positions and authority within that time period.
A pause.
Then—
"Wait, what?" Rowan said.
Lucien stood abruptly. "Hold on—"
A piercing ringing filled their ears.
"—This isn't—"
The world vanished.
They were still sitting at the table.
But everything was wrong.
The room was dimmer, lit by warm, flickering light instead of modern fixtures. The furniture had changed, the walls subtly different, the air heavier.
Older.
Adrian immediately reached for his pocket.
Nothing.
No phone.
No modern anything.
Rowan stood, moving to a window and pulling the curtain aside. His expression hardened.
"…You're not going to like this," he said.
Lucien stepped beside him.
Outside, Washington looked… unfinished.
Horse-drawn carriages.
Gas lamps.
Not a single trace of modern life.
Elara exhaled slowly. "So it's real."
Marcus let out a quiet laugh. "Of course it is."
Lucien turned back to the group, already shifting into command mode.
"Alright. Then we adapt. We've been handed control of something… unprecedented."
The screen flickered again.
[NOTICE]
Congratulations.
Please designate your O5 Council.
A brief silence followed.
Then Adrian crossed his arms. "Figures we're starting at the top."
Rowan nodded. "We'll need structure immediately if we're doing this."
Elara added, "Clear divisions of authority. No overlap. No inefficiencies."
Marcus smirked. "Same as always, then."
Lucien looked at each of them.
"No hesitation," he said. "We decide now."
They debated.
Not long, but enough.
Roles were challenged, refined, and locked into place with the precision of people who had spent their entire lives leading.
Finally, Lucien spoke.
"It's settled."
He stepped forward slightly, as if addressing something unseen.
"Designation assignments as follows."
His voice carried authority.
"O5-1. Lucien Viremont. The Administrator. Director of Foundation Operations."
Adrian followed without pause.
"O5-2. Adrian Hale. The Sentinel. Head of Internal Security, Mobile Task Forces, and armed personnel recruitment."
Marcus smiled faintly.
"O5-3. Marcus Calder. The Watcher. Head of Intelligence, black operations, and assassination protocols."
Rowan spoke next, firm and precise.
"O5-4. Rowan Kade. Factorum. Head of Logistics and Resource Management."
Finally, Elara.
"O5-5. Elara Voss. The Accountant. Head of Financial Operations and economic control."
The screen pulsed.
[CONFIRMED
THE ORIGINAL FIVE IS BORN]
A quiet weight settled over the room.
Something had just recognized them.
Something real.
Lucien didn't look away.
"System," he said. "What exactly are you capable of?"
The response came instantly.
**[The System is capable of summoning individuals from different time periods to serve under the Foundation.
It will also alert you when SCP entities manifest within your world.
Currently, one SCP will appear annually. This rate will increase as the Foundation expands.
You currently possess:
x1 Free Summon]**
No one spoke for a moment.
Then Adrian let out a low whistle. "We can pull people from any time period?"
Rowan's mind was already moving. "That's an army. Or at least the start of one."
Elara added, "Not just an army. Scientists. Economists. Engineers. Anyone."
Marcus leaned forward slightly. "Or monsters, depending on how this works."
Lucien's gaze sharpened.
"We don't guess," he said. "We test."
He looked at the screen.
"System," he continued, "define the parameters of this 'summon.' Who or what can we bring here?"
A brief pause.
Then—
[Summon parameters vary.
Results are not guaranteed to be safe.
Use with discretion.]
Marcus grinned.
"Well," he said, "that sounds like a terrible idea."
Lucien didn't smile.
"Which is exactly why we'll do it carefully."
He looked at the others.
"This is where it begins," he said quietly.
"No infrastructure. No resources. A different century."
Adrian nodded. "And one unknown showing up every year."
Rowan added, "We'll need containment procedures immediately."
Elara said, "Funding too. We'll have to build influence in this era from the ground up."
Marcus leaned back.
"And we still haven't used that summon."
Silence.
Lucien looked back at the screen.
Then at his friends.
Then forward again.
"Prepare yourselves," he said.
"Because whatever we bring here…"
His voice hardened.
"…will be the first piece of the Foundation."
If you want, Chapter 2 can be the first summon, and we can make it something insane like pulling a historical figure… or accidentally summoning an SCP immediately.