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All Stories Lead to One
Primary Universe
- Alison Chao - The Black Queen, AKA Nobody in the Man Who Wasn’t There canon. Became Nobody approximately five years ago out of a burning desire to get revenge on Dr. Gears, her father, for abandoning her and her mother at a young age.
- Nobody - Nobody at all.
- Skitter Marshall, Robert Carter, Iris Dark - MC&D of the Wills and Ways tale series. Give Alison information to track down Foundation for their own benefits.
- JJ - Gives Alison information on the Wanderer’s Library.
- Maya Reyes - MC&D field acquisitioner. Transports Alison for a couple tales.
- WWS Member #1 - A dude.
- Sarah Gardner - WWS Member.
- WWS Member #3 - A dude.
- Wanderer’s Library - A mysterious library with every book ever and never written. Can you go between universes with it?
- Dr. Gears - Alison’s father. Not much is known about him.
Secondary Universe
- Luella Shea - L.S., “Little Sister”, aka Alison Chao, head of the Unusual Incidents Unit. Rose to prominence in her universe through shady means; main goal is to keep an eye on O5-1.
- Trixie Silva - UIU agent. Does not handle anomalies well. Is considered extremely reliable in the UIU. Starts to have conflicts about her job and if they are doing the right thing. Strong.
- Nat Eugene - UIU agent. Affable and friendly, considered main liaison between all major GoI heads. Secretly planning to overthrow Alison to become UIU head, believing her to be unsuitable for the job.
- Lesław Wiater - UIU desk jockey. Neurotic but optimistic and trusts easily. Despite Luella having Trixie as her right-hand, she often assigns agents missions and orders through him except in rare cases.
- O5-1: Formerly Charles Gears. Got to his position through nepotism.
- Da Capo Al Fine - Formerly “Bullfrog”. Got to his position through overthrowing former GOC heads, strict and more ruthless about battling anomalies.
- Vanessa Graff - Foundation Memeticist. Dissatisfied and angry about nepotistic rule, looking to figure out how to downsize the Foundation or, best-case, topple it, even if some anomalies have to be neutralized in the process.
Intro:
- Intro; Alison's Nobody note for Dr. Gears. [Posted.]
Nobody's Duty:
- First Primary tale; Alison tracks Foundation agent from Martha's Vineyard, tags him to trace him.
- Second Primary tale; Alison sees it leads to Mojave Desert, goes to look for help on Cape Cod to get there, finds MC&D nightclub, enters to try and search for information.
Luella’s Justice:
- First Secondary tale; Luella Shea (director of the UIU) meets with GOC and Foundation heads to discuss politics such as control of North America and downsizing of UIU operations.
- Second Secondary tale; Luella Shea, Trixie Silva and Nat Eugene goes to Rhode Island western library saloon run and operated by robots to try and possibly control territory there.
Intermission 1: A Wondertainment Product
- First intermission in-between both series' tales; Alison Chao receives a toy from Wondertainment.
Maya's Honor:
- Third Primary tale; Alison gets caught and held in confinement, is able to speak to MC&D (of Wills and Ways tale series) in order to get leads in chasing down Foundation.
- Fourth Primary tale; Alison travels with MC&D armed agents to get to Nevada, but the group gets ambushed, and the agents use excessive force.
- Fifth Primary tale; Maya finishes off incapacitated and raging MC&D agents, takes Alison to Hell, Michigan as a compromise before needing to head back.
Vanessa's Ambition:
- Third Secondary tale; Vanessa Graff meets with Trixie, Luella and Eugene to hand over custody of an anomaly from Foundation to UIU, Vanessa getting some information about the UIU’s operations in the process.
- Fourth Secondary tale; Luella accesses the Catalog, looking up info on Vanessa.
- Fifth Secondary tale; Trixie is sent to receive SCP-2635 when the Foundation group escorting it (Vanessa being a part of it) gets attacked and the item is stolen.
Intermission 2: Alison Chao
- Second intermission in-between both series' tales; Alison Chao reminisces about the last time she was with her father.
Alison's Routine:
- Sixth Primary tale; Alison hitches a ride with people from Wilson's Wildlife Solutions from Hell, Michigan to Nevada.
- Seventh Primary tale; Alison talks with the three employees taking her to Nevada, ending just as she makes her last leg of the journey.
Lesław's Oversight:
- Sixth Secondary tale; Luella and Lesław talk about the attack on the UIU and Foundation.
- Seventh Secondary tale; Lesław, Eugene, Vanessa, and O5-1 are all on call. Da Capo Al Fine joins in and a secret meetup date for when to meet at UIU headquarters is formed. Lesław sees Eugene and Vanessa talking afterwards and hears incriminating information.
Intermission 3: Obsessions & Obsessions
- Third intermission in-between both series' tales; Alison Chao reminisces about being obsessed with the anomalous in college.
Trixie's Loyalty:
- Eighth Secondary tale; Trixie discovers Eugene's plans and gets knocked out and tied up in a remote location.
- Ninth Secondary tale; After Eugene taunts her and leaves, hours later, Trixie realizes she is kept in SCP-1479 and tries to escape and leave.
JJ's Wisdom:
- Eighth Primary tale; Alison meets JJ and talks with him before heading to where the Foundation site should be, ending with her finding it in ruins.
- Ninth Primary tale; Alison explores the ruins of the site.
- Tenth Primary tale; JJ takes Alison to the Wanderer's Library, where she discovers an alternate universe that she can enter enter.
Intermission 4: Desire
- Fourth intermission in-between both series' tales; Luella finds work in the UIU.
Intermission 5: Awareness
- Fifth intermission in-between both series' tales; Alison recounts her past, including when she met Nobody, while being led to Luella's universe by a Librarian.
Queen's Hold:
- 26th tale; Luella wishes to stop Eugene and Vanessa; Alison wishes to find O5-1; both Black Queens fight.
- 27th tale; Alison meets face-to-face with O5-1.
- 28th tale; epilogue to everything.
Chapter 1: Everlasting
"Have you ever heard the story of Lane Fortuna?"
This was how she, appearing as a random tourist also eating at the bourgeois-looking Giordano's, had started the conversation. I hadn't heard her move from the table she sat at five minutes ago, which was more my fault than anything else. The way she asked her question made it specifically targeted to me; she hadn't been looking for anyone else to ask. Not that anyone but I could interact with her unless she wanted otherwise. Instantly, I prepared myself. It was going to be this sort of day.
"No, I haven't. Who is he?" I whispered back. This was my defense strategy
"They," she said.
"They?"
"No one knows whether Lane was a man or woman. The last person to tell me this story assumed Lane was a woman."
"Oh, right. Sometimes I forget to not assume."
"Not just that. There are many different types of Lane Fortuna in the world." She smirked, looking down on me in every meaning of the phrase. I could tolerate it; sometimes my parents would talk to me like this. But her way of lecturing me felt more imposing. It was demoralizing.
"Who are they?" The position she took at the table meant that I couldn't escape without going by her. There was no choice but to play along.
"They," and she dropped the hostility all at once, "are one of the world's many multi-billionaires."
"I've never heard of a Lane Fortuna being one of the world's billionaires. How many 'multis'?"
"Which answer would depress you less?" I had no response. "Whichever amount depresses you the most then. No one ever knew how much they had to begin with. Supposedly they had done shady things to get it, or if you weren't so fortunate, heroic things."
"Is there a reason why you've decided to tell me riddles instead of a story?"
"If you think logically, there are no riddles involved." It sounded like a challenge. "At the exact moment they could no longer exponentially earn more than they were making, they disappeared. No one knew where to track them. No one knew who the money belonged to. But…" She placed a finger under my chin and had me look up.
"She left a will behind."
"They did one better; their credit card details. Every account they've ever had, every password to every email address, everything but their true, concrete identity. All available to only the unfortunate in society." I got up and started to move my meal to another table; the nonsense was too much. As soon as I sat down at a table on the opposite end of the restaurant, she took a seat across from me and continued on like nothing had changed. "Say, what do you think defines unfortunate?"
"I want to eat my pizza in peace and —"
"Is it only those who have lost everything and have nowhere to go but up?" I put my food down. "Or just those who will continue to slide down and down? Maybe we can generously include those simply struggling?"
"What is it about me that you really want to say?"
"Oh, Nothing."
"Did Lane Fortuna even exist? S… Their fortune only being known to people who need it the most sounds fishy."
"The story goes that all their passwords change every seven minutes, so only those who need it the most at any given moment are able to access it."
"Sounds like fantasy."
"Hmm, is Alison Chao herself going to try and tell me this?" she teased. I could only concede.
"What's the moral?" Every time she tells me about her cryptic nonsense, it's usually a roundabout way of imparting lessons. There's no doubt about that; it was her worst quality.
"The story of Lane Fortuna is told only to those with a troubling future ahead, and only those who don't seek to conquer will be able to retain its knowledge. And when you need their help the most… you'll know. Fufufu~"
"So wait until I have access to someone's bank accounts."
"Not quite that. It's more just… wait until you meet someone who radiates Fortuna's presence."
"There's a good chance I'll never have an interest in any of them."
"Oh? Don't you like knowledge?"
"I don't know anything. I only want to know more about certain things."
This was how the conversation had concluded. Although the dining area of Giordano's was entirely empty, her inner spirit, what truly allowed her to take form and converse with me, seemed to fill every seat. Her indomitable force merely propping up my fading existence is the biggest reason why I've been able to stay around until the beginning.
We're both Nobodies. My mission becomes her mission. But I've seen every soul she possesses. While I'm Nobody, she… really is Nobody at all.
This is how our story truly began.
Chapter 2: Action
While tanning on a lovely beach in Oak Bluffs, Martha's Vineyard, I stumbled across the first break in my investigation. Staying here for the summer had logic behind it; even the people working in the shadows would want to stay in the sun to relax for a little bit. And who better to spot on June 29th, 2018, three years after I resolved to find my father again, than someone who stuck out among all the other tourists.
Luck had blessed me.
The slightest imperfection in behavior will blossom and those who know what to look for will be rewarded well. In this case, it was a beach-goer not even five meters away. His hands had a familiar look to it; it took on the texture you'd see from someone persistently handwriting and slavishly typing documents for half the day. Despite that, he looks like he'd be more comfortable at a gym than on the beach.
Every twenty minutes, he got up from his towel and walked all the way to what was presumably his car. Five minutes later, he'd be back to where he was. There was no way to tell what was happening once he got inside his car. More and more minor traits and attributes added up. I had to see if my suspicions were true.
The fifth time he left, I tailed him, carefully confirming which car he would enter. It was tan; its make and model was so generic, so specifically designed to blend in with everything else and avoid the eye as much as possible, that I knew I found what I was looking for.
I gently laid my head next to the car door and put effort into appearing as Nothing as possible. It was vital that I wasn't spotted or my journey would have been over right then. While that may see obvious, in the moment that thought sets your heart racing and your nerves prickly. The sensation never stops feeling inspiring. It took a couple of minutes before I heard him speak.
"Do they know when I can take a ferry back? Sixty minutes? Which site?"
He spoke as quietly as he could, staying barely intelligible. Paranoid about someone listening in, or perhaps just good security. That trick only matters if your eavesdroppers are human.
"Is it that serious that I need to be stationed there again? Who's orders?"
There was a minute-long pause.
"One? Can't I just go now?"
Pause. His voice barely held from crumbling.
"Who else knows?"
Pause. He cleared his throat and held it together, to my surprise.
"Don't tell anyone in the Foundation then, unless One tells you otherwise. I'll take the ferry in an hour."
When I heard the tap of a finger against a screen, I rushed to hide under the car. Here it is. There's my lead. As he opened the door to step out, I crawled inside and hid under the back seats. Now I just wait.
I heard the car door slam. From underneath the back seats, there was a smooth and easy path to get out from under and get what I needed. I just had to let him drive for a while. The more convenient a spot I could take action, the better.
He drove for a while, leaving Oak Bluffs to head to Vineyard Haven. The ferry would take him to the mainland, where I could then trace him to a Foundation site. The SCP Foundation. It sounded intimately familiar; I stumbled across it during college while looking for answers, but never knew how large of an organization it was or where they were located. All I knew was that it was where my father disappeared into.
Through the winding of roads and turn signals given, and brief glimpses of trees out the window, I could tell we were about to cross a bridge and get into the business area of Vineyard Haven. Before then, on the right, would be an entrance to a small parking area near a beach. There was a minute left before we got there. It was time to act, although I had never actually done so. I practiced how to pull it off, but this would be the first time I interrogated someone for real. My hands shook, but so long as I could keep steady, it wouldn't be an issue.
I popped up, positioned myself comfortably enough to lock him in place, and pricked his neck with a specially-designed knife made three years ago.
"We're approaching Eastville Point Beach. If you want to live today, you'll pull into there." He gasped for air, trying not to yell. He knew better than to risk his life. Muttering curse words, as we approached the bridge, he took a right and parked next to the beach.
"Which group are you from?"
"I work on my own. Who is One? Where are you heading?"
"Like I'd tell you. Even besides my duty to the Foundation, I'll sooner die than reveal anything."
"Something serious must have happened, didn't it?" He started to move his body to counter me and take the upper hand. There was a brief window to act. I found it the moment his body faced to the right of the car, as he stretched his elbow back to slam me in the chin. Rather than moving fluidly and quickly enough to incapacitate me, he had instead relaxed his posture just enough and was slow enough to react to.
It was the first of two moments where time felt as if it moved like tar. I could feel the both of us trudging through the milliseconds as best as we both could, even if the look in his eyes indicated that he knew he wouldn't win. I moved myself back a little bit and dropped the knife in the back. Using the car seat for stability, I then pushed myself to the front of the car and wrapped my right hand around the man's neck. From that position I could knee him in the stomach as I took out a switchblade from one of my pockets with my left hand, and crossed my hands over so I could have a better position to use the switchblade from as I pinned him to the door. Our duel was over.
"D-Do I get your name before I die?" He struggled to get his words out, but he made no effort to resist. He must have been trained on how to react for this exact moment; the Foundation seemed to be more prominent than I had expected.
"No, I won't kill you. You'll forget me the moment you wake up. I disappear, and all you'll remember is the cut on your neck. Thankfully, you didn't panic, so you'll live. Just tell me what your job is."
"Like I-I'd… like I'd tell you." He wheezed. "I work for someone up top… you know that much anyway," he was able to spit out. I nodded.
"That's all I really needed to know. Thanks." I bashed the handle of the blade into his head.
Chapter 3: Summer Break
All spare change taken from his wallet was pocketed, with a couple of dollars funding a bus ride back to Oak Bluffs; I wasn't going to abandon my day sunbathing, after all. Walking back to my spot fresh off the bus, I looked at my phone. Both him and the car were tagged well enough to have their movements be picked up. That was good enough for me. Since he was on the ferry, I didn't have to worry about tracking his movements for now, which meant relaxation until then.
My stuff was still located in the same position. The umbrella was still firmly rooted and pointing with the same angle as I had set it up in. My drinks and food seemed to still be in the freezer I brought, as it and the sand around it seemed undisturbed. And there, positioned on the side closest to me, was an extra towel under the umbrella's shade, with Nobody's form from the pizzeria lying on top of it, eyes closed. Trying to tip-toe around her back to my towel resulted in sand accidentally brushing her feet, resulting in her speaking up.
"Welcome back. I see you didn't need my assistance."
"How often do you follow me around?"
"If that's how you want to phrase it, I guess I'll just oblige you. Consider me your stalker."
"Horrible."
"Spectacular form as well, darling."
"How old are you?" She smiled. It didn't look demeaning this time.
"Eternally, in a sense." she said. That was good enough for me.
I lied down under the umbrella and tried to rest, enjoying as much time as I could before I needed to move. No sense in blowing off the easy part of the journey if I won't get another one.
One day later, I checked to see where my marks were traveling along to. It's natural to assume that 19 hours later, it would still continue to its destination. Not even the Foundation could betray my expectations like that.
It was sitting still in the Mojave Desert.
"Fufufu~ Did you get the result you wanted?" My face must have given it away. "Now is the time when you really get to shine. I'm sure you can think of a way to travel across the country as fast as you can."
