I always thought my life would end in a quiet, dignified way—old age, maybe a lab explosion, something reasonable for a scientist who couldn't keep herself out of dangerous research. Instead, I died because an omnipotent being got bored.
My name was Luna Hart. Four PhDs, a Nobel Prize nomination pending, a lifetime of breakthroughs, and apparently none of it meant anything to a God with the personality of a giddy child shaking an ant farm.
One second I was reviewing the final draft of my molecular resonance paper.
The next, I was floating in an endless void, staring up at a man—no, a presence—who looked like he was deciding on dinner options instead of holding my soul in his hand.
"Luna! Perfect timing," he said cheerfully, as if we were old friends. "I've decided to start a new game, and I want you to play."
"A… game?" I asked. Or tried to. I didn't have vocal cords anymore, but somehow he heard me.
"Yes!" the God said, clapping his hands. "Marvel! With some… extra spice."
He snapped his fingers.
Five glowing spheres drifted into view beside me. The souls of my friends. My heart clenched when I recognized the aura signatures—no scientific explanation, just instinct.
Michael—my best friend, a stone-cold FBI legend who had been about to become the Director.
Emma—our prodigy doctor who practically lived in a surgery room and still found time to lecture me about sleeping schedules.
Riley—the greatest spy to ever live, the person who could vanish into a crowd like she dissolved into air.
And Jonah—Riley's right hand in the agency, quiet but brilliant.
"What did you do to them!?" I demanded, panic rising.
"Oh, relax," the God said. "I saved all of you from terribly boring futures. You're welcome! I'm reincarnating all of you into a world I created. A fun one. Full of chaos. Marvel."
A spark of mixed dread and excitement rushed through me. Marvel—as in, superheroes, gods, aliens, Thanos Marvel?
The God floated lazily on his back, spinning a golden coin between his fingers.
"And," he added with a conspiratorial grin, "I'm also giving you identities. Not random ones, of course. I picked the most dramatic historical figures I could find."
I felt the shift instantly. A new name pressed against the front of my mind:
Alexandra.A conqueror reborn. A female Alexander the Great.
It was… absurd. Terrifying. Thrilling.
"Michael is Julius Caesar," the God continued. "Emma gets to be Cleopatra—don't let her seduce the wrong people. Riley? Darius III. And Jonah? He'll understand his role soon enough."
"You're insane," I whispered.
"Oh, absolutely," he said proudly.
He snapped his fingers again.
A large, holographic screen appeared, showing a clean interface of a glowing system window.
SCP FOUNDATION SYSTEM — Version: Beginner
Primary Quest: Found the SCP Foundation.Reward: Unlock all system functions.
Current Functions:– Chat between reincarnated members– Basic world information (Marvel Universe)
My breath hitched.
"Wait," I said slowly. "You're forcing us to create the SCP Foundation… in Marvel?"
"Yes! Genius idea, right?"He looked thrilled. I wanted to strangle him.
Marvel already had cosmic horrors, eldritch beings, pocket dimensions, unstable mutations, and immortal monsters. Adding SCP anomalies into that mix was—
"That's a recipe for planetary extinction," I muttered.
He smirked."Only if you fail."
The void shook. My soul felt like it was being pulled through a blender made of light.
"Starter packs will be delivered once you wake up!" the God yelled over the noise. "Good luck! Don't die too fast, Alexandra!"
"WAIT—"
His laughter echoed as everything collapsed into darkness.
When consciousness returned, I wasn't Luna anymore.
I gasped and sat up, lungs burning with cold air that wasn't Earth's. My body felt heavier, taller, stronger—built for war, not lab work. My hair brushed against my shoulders, long and wild, and when I lifted a hand, I saw callouses and the beginnings of scars that belonged to a warrior, not a scientist.
Alexandra.Alexander the Great reborn—except very, very female.
A ringing sound echoed in my ears.
SYSTEM: The chat function is now available.
A new window blinked into existence.
[Julius]:WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?
Michael. Definitely Michael. Even reincarnation couldn't erase his signature way of shouting in all caps.
[Cleopatra]:Oh my god. Oh my god. Please tell me I'm not the only one who woke up with eyeliner and jewelry.
Emma. Definitely Emma.
[Darius]:I'm alive. I think. Also, I might be wearing armor.
Riley.
I couldn't help the shaky laugh that escaped me.
My fingers flew across the invisible interface.
[Alexandra]:Welcome to Marvel, everyone. Apparently, we have to build the SCP Foundation before this world implodes.Also… I think we died because a God got bored.
There was a long pause.
Then—
[Julius]:…We're screwed.
[Cleopatra]:No, no, no, nope. I refuse to deal with Loki AND SCP-106 in the same timeline.
[Darius]:Does anyone know where we are?
I took a breath, steadying myself. My surroundings began to come into focus. Marble walls. Silk sheets. A scent of olive oil and incense. Ancient Greek architecture—except perfect, pristine, curated.
A palace.
My palace.
"I guess," I whispered to myself, "this is the beginning."
The beginning of a world we didn't choose.
A world filled with gods, monsters, heroes, and horrors that even the Avengers would fear.
A world where we had one mission:
Found the SCP Foundation before this universe collapses.
And knowing my luck?
It was already too late.