Location: Pune, India – March 6, 2000MCU Context: Pre-Iron Man, pre-Tesseract discovery; SHIELD is expanding surveillance, but still blind to rising anomalies.
Three days had passed since Sagar Jadhav's reality changed.
The SCP System had integrated completely — a silent, constant companion inside his mind. He didn't sleep much anymore. The bunker blueprints, unit costs, SCP designations… they replayed themselves behind his eyes at all hours.
But now, finally, he was ready to begin.
Current Units: 3,000Contained SCPs: 0Daily Unit Generation: 0(Requires Contained SCPs)
He stood atop a grassy overlook south of Pune, staring into a low ravine. The location was remote, shielded by terrain and abandoned railway infrastructure — perfect for an invisible empire's first footprint.
"Let's build a future the world will never see."
A mental command opened the System's interface.
[System Interface – Tier 0 Infrastructure]
Site-00 Prefab Bunker: 500 Units
Obfuscation Field Generator: 400 Units
Secure Comms Node: 200 Units
Personnel Habitation Pods x4: 200 Units
–1,300 Units deducted.
The air trembled. No sound. No glow. Just change.
Metal folded into the earth. A concrete hatch took shape beneath an old shed. Doors slid inward to reveal a sterile, humming corridor beneath.
Sagar descended, heart steady.
Inside Site-00, the corridors were silent but alive. Fluorescent panels lit automatically as he walked. Sterile steel walls glimmered. Two containment wings branched off from the central hub — empty, waiting.
"Welcome, Director," the System whispered.
He allowed himself a moment to breathe. "It begins."
Status:
Site-00: OperationalPersonnel: 0SCPs Contained: 0Global Presence: 0.00%Units Remaining: 1,700
He opened the SCP Summon panel.
[Random SCP Summon]
Cost: 1,000 Units
Spawn Location: Random (Uncontained)
Containment Chance: <2% (No Response Units Available)
He hesitated. Then confirmed.
–1,000 Units deducted.A dull thrum passed through the ground.
[Location: Siberian Wilderness – March 6, 2000, 18:14 Local Time]
Snowflakes twisted unnaturally as something pushed its way into the world.
A stitched figure emerged — SCP-040-DE, "Stitch," an animated creature composed of animal and human parts, sewn crudely but alive.
It blinked.
Then vanished into the forest.
[Site-00 – Control Room A]
SCP-040-DE Manifested – Location: Irkutsk Oblast, RussiaContainment Status: UncontainedDaily Unit Generation: 0
Sagar's face darkened.
"No containment. No return. This thing's out there, and I've got no agents to catch it."
He switched tabs.
[Personnel Recruitment – Tier 0 Access]
You must establish a legal front to employ or deploy staff.System recommends civilian cover.
Sagar initiated the shell corporation module.
[Civilian Identity & Front Setup]
Civilian Cover Profile Setup – FREE
Business/Organization Registration – 50 Units
Document Trail Generation – 30 Units
He entered his real name. No alias. Let the world underestimate him if they ever came close.
His shell firm — "Jadhav Advanced Materials Pvt. Ltd." — was now live:
Backdated taxes filed
Research licenses issued
A front office address created in Pune's industrial tech zone
–80 Units spent.
[Third-Party POV – SHIELD Listening Post Gamma-7, Bahrain]
Agent Phil Coulson studied a projected data feed.
"Spatial disruption in Irkutsk. Similar to the Pune incident three days ago."
Analyst Sara Klein tapped rapidly. "Not cosmic. Not arcane. No gamma trace. Some kind of low-intensity spatial shear — like fabric being torn then sealed."
Coulson raised an eyebrow.
"Did we see any object come through?"
"Only a distortion. Then static. Something came… but no sensors picked it up clearly."
He sighed.
"Put both incidents under Quiet Watch. Tag them as potential Category Grey anomalies."
Sara frowned. "We don't even know if they're connected."
"That's why we watch quietly."
[Site-00 – Control Room, 22:40 IST]
Sagar stood before the glowing containment cell — still empty. The air smelled like steel and sterilization.
Units Remaining: 620Contained SCPs: 0Wild SCPs Active: 1 (040-DE)Daily Unit Generation: 0
He crossed his arms.
"I need containment. Without it… this Foundation is just a ghost."
But he wasn't done yet. Not even close.
From an unseen bunker beneath India, the world's balance had started to tilt.
Not loudly. Not visibly.
But irrevocably.