Shisui opened his eyes into a different world. A floating ocean of shattered glass and drifting fragments. His body refused to move. His throat refused to speak.
Naruto walked into the fractured plane wearing his Bill Cipher attire — but older, fully grown, shaped like a higher being descending through dimensions. He didn't look at Shisui. Not out of cruelty, but because creatures on Naruto's level simply viewed ordinary humans the way a god sees a grain of sand.
In Naruto's right hand, a glowing shard pulsed with cold purple light.
Bernkastel's miracle. Except it wasn't hers anymore.
He turned the fragment over like a craftsman inspecting stolen treasure.
Finally. Done.Her failsafe… rewritten.
He had reshaped Bernkastel's strongest miracle into something else — the Miracle of Gerard Valkyrie. Not an omnipotent reset that returned the world to zero odds, but a phenomenon that twisted probability itself. A miracle that responded to the environment, fueled by fate and impact, easier to wield, less volatile than Bern's original design.
Naruto closed his fist around the fragment. It dissolved into motes of violet flame, spiraling into his chest and merging with his soul. His miracle.
He exhaled once, steady. Now it won't hijack my temper unless I let it. And the odds… are mine to bend.
He glanced into the frozen sea of fragments. "Aren't you going to say your sentence to me, my dear step-sister?"
The fragments twisted. A silhouette formed, delicate and predatory. Bernkastel stepped out in full—long steel-blue hair, emotionless purple eyes, black-and-white dress with a blue ribbon, petticoat, stockings, Mary Janes. Her black cat tail swayed behind her, ribbon neat.
She reached for him. Her hand passed straight through his chest.
Naruto smiled faintly. "Unfortunate, isn't it? You can't touch me. You're slipping through like water."
Bernkastel lowered her hand, eyes narrowing only a fraction. "Oh, you did far more than that." Her tone never rose, never cracked. "You just stole Gate of Babylon. A Noble Phantasm recorded on the Throne of Heroes. You're becoming a bigger problem for the SCP Foundation than a partner to rule it with me."
Naruto adjusted his coat like an adult bored with paperwork. "Please. If they want a problem, I'll give them a global one."
Bernkastel's gaze sharpened. "You're not supposed to be able to rewrite my miracle,. Even Lambdadelta can't meddle with that structure."
Naruto tapped the air, shifting probability with a casual flick. "Yeah. Gerald Valkyrie's miracle fits me better. Probabilities bend. Outcomes slide out of the way. Odds fold. And you can't pull my leash anymore."
Bernkastel's ribboned tail twitched—a tiny fracture in her composure. "So you learned to overwrite witches."
Naruto stepped closer, eye steady. "I learned something else too. No matter what you did to me—how many timelines you jammed into my soul—somewhere in that cold heart of yours, you never wanted to lose me. And maybe that's why you let yourself get played just now. Same with Lambda. Duo surviving hell turned into a trio. Witch, witch… and sorcerer."
Bernkastel let out a sharp laugh. "Pft—ahahahaha. The fox finally grew into an overgrown rover,
Bernkastel leaned forward . "But I still want to go to your world. Work with me. Help me reconnect your world to the SCP Foundation—the one you severed with Lambda."
Shisui froze in the sea of fragments, half-conscious, body unresponsive. This girl… she's more horrifying than anything I've ever seen. Connection? Did Naruto save us from something? Is he a kid here but not a kid there?
Naruto glanced at him briefly, gaze brushing past like Shisui was a footnote. Then he looked back at Bernkastel.
"Always scheming for another crack in the universe," he said. "Typical Bern."
Bernkastel smirked, eyes glinting like sharpened violet glass. "And you're no longer a passive piece on the board, are you? You're a walking paradox now. SCP Foundation won't know whether to contain you… or bow."
Naruto leaned closer, tone flat and cutting. "Bullshit. You and your father, Zarathustra, own the SCP Foundation. A universe is just a pebble for you two. Don't play foundation politics with me."
Bernkastel's smile curled into cruelty. "Ahh… I can't hide this face of mine when I'm excited."
Her gaze shifted—slowly, lazily—toward Shisui.
Her shadow rippled. Black cat tails, dozens of them, slithered outward from the fragment sea. They opened like void-jaws, ready to devour him whole.
Shisui froze. with the kind of primal dread that told him instinctually: i will be erased .
Naruto tapped his cane once, tone flat. "No. Not Shisui. He still has his clan, the Uchiha."
Bernkastel tilted her head, ribbons swaying like knives disguised in silk. "The Uchiha that will be massacred by his avenger older brother? Naruto… how many times must I remind you?"
Bernkastel's eyes narrowed, cruel and unbothered. "Minor characters have no stage with us. Especially these low beings."
Naruto studied her posture. The fury wasn't for him at all. It was for Shisui. The look on her face read clearly: how dare a cockroach stand on the same stage as us?
He lifted a hand and bent the fragments themselves, forming a dome of shifting glass around the two of them. The world outside dimmed into static. Only he and Bernkastel remained.
"You're million years old," Naruto said, voice low. "But you're getting awfully temperamental."
Bernkastel raised her hand and conjured an hourglass made from causal threads. The grains inside didn't fall—they writhed, crawling, counting down something cosmic.
Naruto eyed it. Of course. "Bern, you're the unbeatable witch. Only Lambda can match you. And you're afraid of that tale Featherine told you, aren't you?"
Bernkastel's smile didn't reach her eyes. "Afraid? Not the slightest." Her fingers tightened around the hourglass. "But the idea that some lower being could reach our realm—" The glass cracked. "—is an insult."
She crushed the hourglass in her bare hand.
Bernkastel sclera flushed into deep violet-purple as fragments of causality evaporated. "And I'll deny that possibility. Forever."
She folded her hands behind her back, ribbons swaying, tone chillingly casual. "But not Shisui, of course. Not your quaint little merry-band world. Someone else—out there—will someday reach where I stand. Where Lambda stands. And that's where you come in."
A fragment drifted toward Naruto—one of his five lost pieces—glowing like a severed miracle.
Naruto didn't move to take it. He wasn't stupid enough to grab anything Bernkastel offered without suspicion.
"You're aiming to make me your apostle," he said flatly.
Bernkastel smiled with that patient cruelty only an ancient witch could manage. "It's the fastest way for you to reclaim all your strength. All those shattered components… the ones you fragmented on purpose so you could escape me that day."
Naruto's eye narrowed. "No fucking way. The last thing I want is to get leashed by you again."
Bernkastel didn't blink. "Okay then."
A black scythe slid into her hand as if reality itself handed it to her. The blade hummed—low, ancient, predatory. She raised it with one hand, posture relaxed, expression blank in that way only witches could be.
"Looks like I need to remind you very carefully, Naruto Cipher."
Her tail flicked once, sharp and annoyed.
"You're getting bold. Too bold. What you and Lambda severed was only the gateway for us to manifest. Not a barrier protecting your world from me."
Naruto's jaw tightened.
Bernkastel lifted the scythe slightly, letting its edge graze a stream of floating fragments. They dissolved instantly.
"If I destroy your world in a single strike," she murmured, "your power will return far easier. No resistance. No distraction. And you'd become capable of the task I assigned you."
Naruto clicked his tongue. "So both your options are a stick to punish me, huh?"
Bernkastel's smile sharpened—witch-like, cold, final.
"Of course. Refuse, and I erase your world in a single swing."
She tapped the scythe against her shoulder.
"Accept… and you'll return to your former level, but slowly . Piece by piece. A struggle of your own making, since you fragmented yourself to escape me that day."
Naruto's eye thinned, irritation sliding into calculation. ". Not even a single carrot."
Bernkastel's lips curved—not kind, not amused. Pure witch. A cruelty that didn't need effort.
"Carrots are for mortals," she said. "And toys who ask nicely."
Her sclera glowed violet-purple, tail swaying lazily as the fragments around them trembled.
"Choose, Naruto Cipher."
Bernkastel tone dropped to a whisper that cut like broken fate. "Your freedom… or your world."
Naruto didn't hesitate. In a single motion, he pulled every loose world-fragment around them toward himself. The shards of timelines, probabilities, and splintered realities collapsed into his chest like stars being devoured. His soul flared—blue, red, and gold—cracking the frozen moment they stood in.
Bernkastel's expression twitched. A microscopic break in composure. "…Bold."
Naruto rolled his wrist, settling the fragments deeper into his core, anchoring them. "I've got a counter offer."
Bernkastel's eyes narrowed. Danger. Interest. Annoyance.
Naruto stepped forward, cane tapping against the fragment-sea beneath them. "No matter where I am, no matter how far I go—I still hold an anchor to the main SCP Foundation facility. As the third member. I disappear, and the entire SCP structure destabilizes."
He smirked—slow, sharp, confident.
"I'm asking you: would you really be sad if I was gone forever… Bern?"
His voice lowered.
"Or do we trade like we always do? Only this time, I've got the leverage. Because you can't touch me. Not anymore."
Bernkastel inhaled once. Her tail stilled. The fragments around her settled like a sea forced into obedience. "…What do you have in mind?"
Naruto smiled—silent, triumphant—finally tasting a victory he had never reached.
… finally,I can threaten my step sister directly.