"Item Number: SCP-049, Plague Doctor."
"Object Class: Euclid."
"Containment activation failed. Subject is on the loose."
"Item Number: SCP-682, Hard-to-Destroy Reptile."
"Object Class: Keter."
"Containment activation failed. Subject is roaming freely."
"Item Number: SCP-173, The Sculpture."
"Object Class: Euclid."
"Containment activation failed. Subject is uncontained."
"Base energy anomaly detected. Initiating restart."
"Site-Ω restart failed."
"Activating emergency protocol."
"Site-Ω attempting to reconnect..."
"Site-Ω reconnection successful!"
"Welcome back, Overseer."
Linray's head was buzzing from the endless alerts.
"Containment? Item numbers? SCPs?" He blinked, trying to process the flood of information. "What the hell is going on?"
Slowly opening his eyes, he found himself surrounded by nothing but darkness.
"Where am I?""What was I doing before?"
A faint light flickered on around him. Linray's pulse spiked. He looked around and realized he was inside some kind of command center — a circular console floated before his eyes, filled with streams of data.
The console had no physical buttons. It wasn't a projection either. It responded to thought — he just had to think it, and the interface obeyed.
"Can modern technology really be this advanced?" he muttered, scanning the console in disbelief. "I don't buy it. Maybe I was abducted by aliens."
He shook his head. "Not even a sci-fi novel would dare to write something like this."
"Damn, if I really was abducted by aliens, at least make it interesting."
Despite his grumbling, Linray didn't think there was anything about his ordinary self that warranted alien abduction.
"Hello, esteemed Overseer.""Red Queen of Site-Ω, at your service."
A cute little girl in red suddenly appeared above the circular console.
"..."
Linray's brain short-circuited for a moment.
"Red Queen?! Overseer?! What the hell is going on?"
He tried to get something out of her: "I can't make sense of any of this. If you can explain, explain now!"
"My apologies, dear Overseer. I haven't fully booted up yet — I was only temporarily activated with minimal energy." Her voice flickered like a bad signal. "I cannot provide further explanations or take any actions. Please forgive me."
Before Linray could even protest, another voice rang out.
"Site-Ω Emergency AI — Alice — activated.""Estimated recovery time: one minute.""Remaining energy: 0.1 units. Energy systems will fully shut down in 60 seconds."
A blonde woman replaced the little girl in red on the console's display.
She got straight to the point: "Overseer, I'll brief you on the current situation."
"Our location is Site-Ω — one of the Omega-class sites, and the last line of defense guarding the Final Dogma."
"Site-Ω's existence is classified beyond standard O5 clearance. Most Council members don't even know this facility is real. A site capable of restoring the world... is also capable of destroying it. That's why it was buried — redacted from every record."
"While attempting to resolve the issue with SCP-001, The Gate Guardian, all mainframes crashed."
"Based on Red Queen's calculations, an attack by the Serpent's Hand cannot be ruled out."
"Currently, all containment sites are paralyzed. Personnel at Level O5 and below have suffered near-total casualties. All containment protocols have failed to reinitialize."
"With the assistance of SCP-343, God, all hazardous contained objects have been displaced into alternate dimensions."
"However, the sheer number of displaced objects will inevitably destabilize those systems. As Overseer, you must take responsibility..."
"Your awakening itself proves that everything has reached a nearly irreversible crisis point. Find a way to restart the base and reestablish containment."
"First, restore Omega's energy supply. There may be useful containment objects still within the site. Perhaps their power can help..."
Alice's projection flickered as the last of the energy drained.
There were indeed some objects on the nearby shelves, but they all looked completely ordinary.
Linray more or less understood the situation he'd been thrown into.
Everything was completely fucked.
"SCP..." he said quietly, staring at the dead console. "I never expected something like this to actually happen."
"If this is some kind of isekai bullshit, can you at least send me back to my boring, normal Earth — the one without monsters? I just want to be an ordinary person."
Based on what Alice had said, every containment base was down. Restarting the entire Foundation's containment system on his own was impossible. Containing thousands of SCPs? That was beyond insane.
He was just an ordinary person. He couldn't be an Overseer, and he sure as hell couldn't save the multiverse or whatever this place was supposed to guard.
"I just want to go home..."
"Alice, just tell me — how do I get home?!"
"Back to normal Earth!"
Alice was silent for a few seconds, then spoke rapidly: "Dear Overseer, please — you must complete the re-containment of all SCPs."
"Omega's energy is about to run out. Everything beyond that... will be left to fate..."
The holographic projection of Alice flickered out in a burst of static.
"Fuck — wait! I'm not ready yet! Don't do this to me! Don't go!"
But she was already gone.
Linray stared at his palms. They looked translucent, almost ghostly. His whole body felt weightless. He couldn't even understand what he was made of anymore.
"Am I even still human?"
He clenched his fists — and felt surprising strength in them.
The situation was a mess, but one thing was clear: if he couldn't regain control of the SCPs scattered across alternate dimensions, he was never going home.
But how the hell was he — just some guy — supposed to contain things that made extinction-level threats look tame? These weren't monsters. These were SCPs. The kind of things that broke reality just by existing.
SCP. Even the Earth he came from had those things. He hadn't understood it at first, but now he was almost certain: this was *that* SCP universe.
Among them were entities that could end worlds without trying. How was he supposed to fight them? He had nothing.
Don't be ridiculous.
This was a fucking impossible task. Absolutely insane.
Linray looked like he was about to lose it. He half-wanted to find a knife and end it all.
"The AI just shut down on me mid-briefing, and I'm supposed to fix everything?!"
...
"Interdimensional Chat Group connecting... Interdimensional Chat Group connected successfully."
"Would you like to join the Interdimensional Chat Group?"
"A chat group?" Linray stared at the notification in disbelief. "At a time like this, you're giving me a goddamn chat group? Stop messing with me."
"Do I even have a choice?"
He threw his hands up with a resigned look.
"Join!"
Whatever — might as well check it out. If it was an interdimensional chat group, maybe the other members could help with containment...
"I've read enough novels to know the drill," he muttered. "There's probably some overpowered characters in this group. When the time comes, I'll just get them to handle it, right?"
Linray knew the game. You couldn't be too flashy — flashy people get targeted. But you couldn't be too low-key either. If he faded into the background and got ignored, this chat group would be worthless to him.
Of course, people's hearts were unpredictable — and the members of this chat group might not even be human. Living in perfect harmony? That was probably just a pipe dream.
He leaned back and stared at the dead ceiling of Site-Ω.
"Alright, let's see. Random isekai — check. Woke up in a place I don't recognize — check. Was I hit by a truck? Fuck, I don't even remember. Now I've got a chat group. What's next — a harem? A system that gives me quests? A talking sword?"
He sighed.
"At this rate I wouldn't even be surprised."