Recruitment and Departure
"JOIN MY CREW!" Luffy shouted with his brightest smile.
Nami looked at him as if he had just suggested she jump off a cliff. "What? No! I HATE pirates!"
"But you're super strong! And we need a navigator!"
"And we need arms to pilot one of Buggy's big ships," she added pragmatically. "Deal. I help you temporarily, you help me steal a ship. Then, we each go our way."
Luffy tilted his head. "Does that mean you're in the crew?"
"NO!"
"Cool! Welcome aboard, Nami!"
She sighed, clearly resigned to the impossibility of reasoning with him.
We boarded a medium-sized ship – one of Buggy's vessels, ironically. Spacious enough for the four of us, with a real cabin, a storage hold, and above all... a Grand Line map that Nami had "borrowed" from the clown.
But there was a more urgent problem.
Zoro was injured. Seriously. The knife wound in his back had left a nasty gash that we had stitched up with what we'd found in Orange Town – meaning not much. Fishing line and a rusty needle.
"We need to find a real medical kit," Nami said, inspecting the makeshift bandage. "These threads will break if you move too much."
Zoro grunted. "It's fine. I've had worse."
"You're going to die of infection, idiot."
"I said it's fine."
Luffy burst out laughing. "Zoro is too strong to die!"
CLAP!
Nami gave him a slap on the head. "Shut up!"
I sat aside, observing the scene while thinking. The key. How to get that damn key?
Two options: ask questions to understand its effects, or steal it directly.
[ADVICE: ANALYSIS BEFORE ACTION]
[UNDERSTANDING THE OBJECT REDUCES RISKS]
"Yeah, but if I ask too many questions, she'll get suspicious..."
An idea suddenly came to me.
"Hey, system. Do we have medical kits in the Foundation?"
[AFFIRMATIVE]
[INFIRMARY: LEVEL 2, EAST WING]
[ADVANCED MEDICAL EQUIPMENT AVAILABLE]
A smile stretched across my lips. Perfect.
The Bait
"Nami," I said, standing up. "I'm going to get a first aid kit."
She looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "We're in the middle of nowhere. On a boat. At sea."
Luffy and Zoro understood immediately. Their gazes turned to me with interest.
"My door," I explained simply.
I summoned it in the middle of the deck. It materialized in its usual metallic and indestructible glory. I opened it and entered, leaving the door open long enough for them to see the Foundation's corridors.
Then I returned a few minutes later with a medical kit.
Not just any kit. A modern, high-tech kit, filled with sterilized surgical instruments, absorbable suture threads, local anesthetics, compression bandages, and even a portable medical scanner.
I placed it in Nami's hands.
She stared at it, mouth agape.
"This is... what is this thing?"
"A medical kit."
"I can see that! But..." She pulled out a perfectly balanced scalpel, examined the sterile packaging, touched the instruments with a fascination mixed with disbelief. "These tools... they're worth a FORTUNE! If I sold this..."
Her eyes literally transformed into Berry symbols.
"Don't sell my stuff," I said firmly.
"But..."
"Treat Zoro. Then we'll see."
She grumbled but got to work with professional efficiency. In a few minutes, she had removed the rotten threads, properly cleaned the wound, and re-stitched Zoro with surgical precision.
"There," she said finally. "That should hold. But don't make any sudden movements for at least three days."
Zoro grunted his approval.
I approached to retrieve the kit.
That's when Nami grabbed my arm.
"Hey, Marc..." she said with a suddenly softer, more... seductive voice? "Where does all this material come from?"
I immediately sensed the trap. "From my collection."
"Your collection..." She moved closer, her eyes shining with interest. "What else is there behind your door?"
"Stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Treasures. Strange objects. Things I've collected."
"Precious... things?"
I smiled inwardly. Perfect. She was taking the bait.
"Very precious. That's why I keep them locked up."
Her eyes lit up like a cat seeing a fish. "I see..."
The Night of the Hunter
Night fell over the sea. Luffy was already snoring like a defective engine. Zoro, despite his injuries, had fallen asleep sitting up, arms crossed.
Nami and I were pretending to sleep.
I could feel her. She wasn't sleeping. Her breathing was too controlled, too regular. She was waiting. Calculating. Planning.
And so was I.
[PLAN IN PROGRESS?]
"Yes. I'm going to trap her."
[EXPLANATION REQUIRED]
"I'm going to leave the door open. She'll enter. And I'm going to lock her in."
[EFFICIENCY: 78%]
[RISK: SHE WILL NEVER TRUST YOU AGAIN]
"Too bad. I need that key."
Around two in the morning, I got up discreetly. I summoned the door on the deck – slowly, silently – and opened it wide.
Then I entered, leaving the door wide open behind me.
The bait was set.
I headed to the Foundation's security room. A small bunker filled with surveillance screens covering every corner of the complex. I sat in front of the monitors and waited.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
Then I saw her.
An orange silhouette slipped through the open door. Nami. She looked around suspiciously, scanning the empty and sterile corridors of the Foundation.
"Bingo," I murmured.
With a gesture, I closed the entrance door and made it disappear.
Trapped.
The Labyrinth
On the screens, I watched her advance cautiously. She touched the walls, tested the doors, searched for clues about where the "treasures" were located.
[DO YOU WANT TO GUIDE HER?]
"Yes. Towards the decompression chamber."
[TRAJECTORY CALCULATED]
[DOOR OPENING: SEQUENCE INITIATED]
One by one, the doors opened before her. Like a labyrinth guiding her to a single point. She noticed quickly – her expression became suspicious – but curiosity won out.
She continued forward.
Corridor after corridor. Door after door.
Until she reached a large cubic room. White. Sterile. Empty. With a security airlock that closed behind her with a metallic CLANG.
She spun around, pulled on the handle.
Locked.
"What the...?"
I saw her gaze sweep the room. Then it landed on the small black camera in the upper corner.
Our eyes met through the screen.
She understood.
"YOU!" she shouted, pointing at the camera. "MARC! OPEN THIS DOOR!"
I didn't respond. I couldn't. The system didn't have speakers.
[BEGIN DEPRESSURIZATION?]
"Wait. Give her a chance to pull out the key."
But Nami was pounding on the door, looking for an exit. Nothing.
"Sorry, Nami," I murmured. "But I need that key."
[DEPRESSURIZATION: INITIATED]
[OXYGEN LEVEL: 21% → 18%]
On the screen, Nami began breathing more difficultly. Not much. Just enough for her to notice.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" she screamed at the camera. "STOP THIS! LET ME OUT!"
[15%]
She sat against the wall, conserving her breath. Her hand instinctively went to her belt.
The key.
"Come on..." I murmured. "Pull it out."
[12%]
Nami was suffocating now. Her movements were becoming slower. Weaker. She looked at the door, then the camera, then the door again.
Then she pulled out the key.
That strange little key. Too complex for this world. Too... something else.
She held it in front of her, looking at it as if it were the last thing she would see.
Then, in a desperate gesture, she inserted it into the door's motion sensor.
BEEP.
The door opened.
I froze. "What... WHAT?!"
[ALERT: SCP-005 IDENTIFIED]
[CLASSIFICATION: "SKELETON KEY"]
[ABILITY: OPENS ALL TYPES OF LOCKS, INCLUDING ELECTRONIC SYSTEMS]
"Oh no..."
On the screen, Nami collapsed in the corridor, eagerly breathing the fresh air. Then she stood up, furious, and began running.
In MY Foundation.
With a key that could open ALL doors.
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The Cat Chase
"System! Where is she going?!"
[TRAJECTORY: RANDOM]
[SHE'S OPENING DOORS AT RANDOM]
[CONTAINMENT CELLS: 3 OPENED]
[LABORATORIES: 2 OPENED]
[ARMORY: 1 OPENED]
"DAMN!"
I left the security room and started running. On the screens, I saw her dart like an orange shadow, opening every door she crossed, looking for an exit.
"System! How do we get her back?!"
[OPTION 1: EXHAUST HER UNTIL COLLAPSE]
[ESTIMATED TIME: 2-4 HOURS]
"That's cruel."
[OPTION 2: NEGOTIATION]
"She wants to kill me."
[OPTION 3: PHYSICAL TRAP]
"How?"
[SHE WILL EVENTUALLY GET TIRED. GUIDE HER TO AN ISOLATED AREA AND BLOCK THE EXITS]
I sighed. "Alright, let's do that."
For the next two hours, it was chaos. Nami ran everywhere, opening doors, exploring rooms, desperately searching for an exit. Me, I followed her from a distance, closing doors behind her, subtly guiding her toward the D-Class quarter.
She finally stopped in a dormitory, out of breath, exhausted.
"MARC!" she shouted. "I KNOW YOU'RE WATCHING ME! LET ME OUT!"
I cleared my throat from the adjacent corridor. "Nami... listen..."
"YOU! YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!"
"No! It was an automatic security! When someone enters without authorization, the system activates containment protocols!"
"BULLSHIT!"
"I swear! I didn't know you were going to enter!"
[LIE DETECTED]
"Shut up."
A long silence.
"Give me the key," I said finally. "And I'll let you out."
"Go to hell."
"Nami..."
"This key is MINE! My lucky charm! You're NOT going to take it from me!"
"I need to know what it is."
"Why?!"
"Because..." I searched for my words. "Because it's my job. To collect strange objects. To understand them."
"And I DON'T CARE about your job! LET ME OUT!"
I sighed. This wasn't going to be easy.
[END OF CHAPTER 5]
[ANOMALIES CAPTURED: 1/???]
[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: SCP-005 - SKELETON KEY]
[STATUS: IN NAMI'S POSSESSION]
[LOCATION: FOUNDATION - D-CLASS QUARTER]
[SCP-006 SYMBIOSIS: 65%]
[PROBLEM: NAMI IS FURIOUS AND REFUSES TO COOPERATE]
[SOLUTION: IN PROGRESS...]