"…he considered himself a god and wished that no one could harm him… but he was killed by a girl who sincerely believed she wasn't causing harm, but helping instead…"
"…he wanted solitude and made it so no one could disturb him…"
"…he believed he was the only god and truly accepted it, but the moment his faith wavered, his powers faded…"
I was reading files on the "Green Types," people with the abilities of Reality Sculptors, and compared to some of them, I wasn't even close. Someone who could, with a single word, make himself Superman, make the entire planet forget about him, ensure he would know the moment others learned about him, and much more.
And all of these "Sculptors" were eventually eliminated one way or another. Sometimes different "objects" under SCP Foundation containment were used, several times even time itself was rewritten and reality collapsed—but through a chain of events, everything returned to normal.
I was glad I decided to dig deeper into the Sculptors through the files of many individuals and learned about them, even finding the Sculptors themselves… already dead. And now I realized that I was just a frog at the bottom of a well. With great possibilities—but far from omnipotent. If even monsters who literally made themselves invulnerable were still eliminated, then where did that leave me?
So…
Negotiating with the organization is definitely not an option. Absolutely not. Because every Sculptor was eventually eliminated.
"I hope I'm not getting depressed…"
I said it out loud, feeling like I didn't want to do anything. Not even continue studying my powers, because… the Foundation dealt with far more powerful individuals, and if they seriously came after me, I wouldn't last a day. I could pull out the Death Star, I could try bringing out villains, even someone like Thanos—but there are anomalies that can simply erase parts of reality. There are objects capable of completely absurd things.
I need to run.
A simple thought, but it carried so much weight. Why didn't other Reality Sculptors just leave this world as well? Maybe they didn't think of it… or maybe they did, and that's why nothing is known about them. They just realized what kind of mess they were in and chose the more logical option—leave, so they wouldn't have to constantly fear for their lives or expect a strike from some unknown anomaly.
"Why did my life become so complicated…"
I muttered, collapsing onto my bed face-first into the pillow, trying to gather my thoughts. And at that moment, I felt something strange… like something inside my body suddenly shifted.
Lifting my head, I looked at myself and… saw nothing. I had become completely invisible, along with my shorts and T-shirt.
"Well, Miles could turn invisible, so that makes sense," I noted, exhaling, and then became visible again. It was already more controllable—I just had to clearly focus on whether I wanted to be visible or not.
There wasn't much holding me here except my mother. She was the only ray of light in my life, the one who always supported me and stayed by my side. It was a shame my grandparents on her side didn't live to see these days, and as for my "father's" relatives… there was nothing to talk about.
Evening slowly approached, and I lay down on the bed. I had done quite a lot. In Terraria, I had already reached the Wall of Flesh and defeated it, entering Hardmode—a more difficult stage, but with many new items and resources. I wanted to pull out different things, but… the Foundation could detect something like changes in reality, and magical weapons would probably count.
In the morning, I went to the university so as not to raise more suspicion from the Foundation. I still hadn't figured out how to tell my mom everything and take her to another world. I mean… you can't just walk up and say, "Hey mom, let's go to another universe because it's dangerous here."
"Vic, what are you thinking about?" I suddenly felt a poke in my shoulder. "Whoa, did you start working out?" Chris kept poking at me as we entered the classroom.
"Easy." I stepped away from him. "Just… project coming up soon."
"Oh, got it." He immediately lost interest. "You going to the party? Emma will be there…" he pointed at a pretty brunette who noticed me looking and shyly turned back to her friends.
"What would I even do at parties or in relationships… I need to figure out my own life first," I answered honestly.
"Careful, you'll trade your best years for a laptop and hentai with anime girls…"
"And the downside is...?" I smiled at him.
"Oh, screw you," he snorted.
Suddenly, my spider-sense gave off a strange signal, but nothing unusual was happening around me. No suspicious newcomers, no substitute teachers, no people in SCP uniforms… but then…
Something clicked.
It felt like reality itself began to crack, and my sense screamed like a siren, making me jump up from my seat.
Sweat instantly formed on my forehead, my palms went wet, my breathing became uneven… I didn't understand what was happening, but the sense kept blaring like crazy. As if death itself was already here.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Chris whispered. "Did you smoke weed without me? How could you..."
I didn't listen. I just bolted for the exit, literally smashing the door open with my body and sprinting home at full speed.
I didn't understand what was happening, but as I ran out, I saw people coughing. Their coughing was accompanied by blood. People looked confused and started panicking.
Another spike of danger.
Out of fear, I jumped over ten meters into the air, but I didn't pay attention to the people anymore—they had their own problems. Everyone was coughing, collapsing, choking on their own blood.
I just ran home, and with my strength, I got there in about five minutes—normally it takes twenty by public transport. I burst into the building, ran past bodies on the floor, and rushed up the stairs.
"Mom!" I opened the door—and in the next moment, I dropped to my knees.
My sense screamed like never before. Even though nothing had happened yet… the danger was right there. I couldn't understand where. I couldn't even comprehend it. It felt like everything was breaking apart—the world itself, its very concept.
No one answered.
But from here, I could already see my stepfather lying on the floor… I didn't care about him.
I ran past and… saw her.
I could still feel her weak heartbeat.
"Mom! Mom!" I carefully knelt beside her. Her skin was pale, though just a few hours ago she was perfectly fine. It looked like… a disease. A virus. Something like that.
"It's going to be o-okay…" I stammered, pulling the piggy bank from my pocket and taking out a Greater Healing Potion, immediately pouring it into her mouth. "Everything's going to be fine… come on… come on!" In desperation, I slammed the floor, cracking it.
"Yes! That's it!" Her skin began to regain some color—so I wasn't too late!
But…
Again, the sense. This time I understood where the danger was coming from—but I couldn't do anything.
The wall exploded in a flash of unbearable heat.
Like in slow motion, I saw fragments flying toward us. I tried to shield her, but—
Another explosion. This time from below.
Sharp pain as shards pierced my body. Fire engulfed the entire apartment. I felt the left side of my face begin to melt.
I was mid-air, clinging to what remained of a wall, trying to protect my mother, but… I simply couldn't do anything.
She was already riddled with fragments. I saw blood running down her leg, her arms, her face. I smelled burning human flesh… not just mine.
I just… froze, staring at the woman who raised me.
Another explosion. The wall collapsed, and I fell with it, crashing through the floor below.
"M-mom…" Tears streamed from my eyes. I couldn't breathe. I was terrified. In pain.
"M-mom… no… I…" The piggy bank was still in my pocket. I pulled out another Greater Healing Potion.
Her body was mangled. Her legs twisted unnaturally, bones protruding from her arms, blood everywhere.
The potion… did nothing.
"N-no… I…" I immediately pulled out a Heart and crushed it in her bloodied hand, but… nothing. Then came a Restoration Potion. Then a Lifeforce Potion…
"P-please don't go… I… I'll save you!" Barely pushing aside a massive chunk of debris, I picked her up.
My sense screamed again.
I tilted my head just in time— a bullet tore through the wall, leaving a hole the size of a fist. The next one hit my stomach, ripping through me.
Agonizing pain flooded my mind. With the last of my consciousness, I poured several potions into myself—and immediately felt better.
Some were special, like an Obsidian Skin Potion. The next bullet hit my shoulder and bounced off, leaving only a dull ache.
But I barely managed to stand before the sense screamed again—and I jumped aside on instinct. That saved me. The spot I had been standing in exploded, launching me through the air.
And while flying, I noticed something…
I was missing an arm. And part of my leg.
I hit the ground, nearly passing out from the pain, but one of the potions must have still been working.
I pulled out the portal gun and fired beneath me, thinking of a safe place in this world. On the other side, I saw mountains—and fell through, losing my sense of space for a moment.
The portal closed.