Chapter 1: Begin Order
No matter the era, no matter the location, no matter the method; humanity's future will always be threatened.
How does one act in the face of the end? Do you cower in petrified horror, wallowing in your misery? Do you crumble in an empty husk of despair, drowning in your regrets? Do you plea and pray for your life, offering all that you could for one more chance? For many, this is the single truth.
For others, this is unacceptable. There are those who stands in midst of it all, they stand against the inevitable and the hopeless, unwilling to relent nor retreat. They stand against the impossible.
Here stands Chaldea.
An international organization built 6000 meters above sea level in the snowy mountains of an alpine tundra, located in the heart of Antarctica. Dedicated to the observation and preservation of humanity.
Quickened footsteps echoes throughout the hall as Chaldean staff moves about, preparing for the day that is to come. A small furry white creature rushes down the hall, quickly chased by a young lady with lilac hair. She wore glasses, a grey hoodie, a black dress, and a red tie.
"Ah, Fou wait up!" The young lady continues her pursuit, unaware of her surroundings. Fou continues his sprint down the hall, zigzagging through the legs of the personnel avoiding the outstretched arms of the girl. Soon she closes the distance, quickly rounding the corner of the hall and lunging forward with intent on catching the small creature, only to collide face first into someone's chest. She abruptly falls backwards onto her rear, quickly looking up in panic and stuttering.
"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to run into you." She quickly apologizes, getting back up and shaking her head. "I-I didn't see you."
"It's alright, you don't need to apologize." Replies the man. As she stares at him, in front of her she sees a man about four to five inches taller than her, black haired with tiny gray streaks running through it, bespectacled, and wearing the Chaldean uniform. He stares at her with a kind expression and a small smile, "Though you may want to hurry up, that little critter is fast." He jabs a thumb behind him, pointing to the direction in which the furry animal ran.
"Ah, thank you." The young lady bows slightly before swiftly rushing past him and further down the hallway while calling out the little creature's name.
Wyatt watched as the girl ran until she disappeared from sight. 'The failed demi-servant huh...' He thought to himself as he turns back around and continues walking down the hallway, shaking his head.
( ( ◉ ) )
'Where was it again? 416, 418, 420...Ah 422, there we go.' As Wyatt navigates around Chaldea, he comes across his destination and stops in front of a metallic door . With a flash of his identification card, the door releases a light hum and slides open. Walking inside, Wyatt is greeted with the sight of intersecting pipes laid against the far side of the room, an assortment of tangled wiring jutting out of a wall, and other minor machinery strewn across the floor.
Sighing at the mess, Wyatt quickly moves to clear the area, organizing the machinery into the corner and securing the tools box. With that done he swiftly opens the box, procuring the tools needed, and sets forward to perform maintenance on the pipes.
Humming a low tune to himself, Wyatt inspects the piping while pondering on his current situation. He was approached six years ago in a recruitment to become part of the Chaldean staff and at that time he was very hesitant to accept. Isolated and unaware, he saw no other option, this could be an opportune moment for him, and so he agreed. Working as a technician, he settled himself into his new occupation and attempted to adjust.
As he continued his mundane work Wyatt's mind wandered, he pondered on his past, he pondered on his possible future, he pondered about the people he once knew, he pondered about the Foundation, he pondered about–
A powerful rumble shakes the entirety of the room, the walls shudder and the ceiling shakes. Wyatt's head quickly snaps up, his mind focuses and he looks around himself. The rumbling intensifies with every passing second, he quickly moves to stand up–
BOOOOOOOM
The wall to his right collapses inwards as tremendous force and scorching flames erupt through the wall, engulfing him. Incredible pressure forces him through the air, he collides and smashes through the opposing wall, his ears rupture and his bones fracture. Scorching fire burns his body, searing pain consumes him, his skin rapidly chars and blackens. Pain racks his mind, soon followed by an increasing numbness, his vision rapidly darkens.
And then Wyatt Oid dies.
Suspended in darkness as far as he can see. Huh, see? No not see. Think, know, feel? Weightless, yet constrained, immobilized, pinned. Nowhere, yet present, subsisting, remaining. Ubiquitous, yet bodiless, mindless, spiritless. Staring into nothing and everything.
Something stares back at him.
A desperate gasp leaves his lips. He's lying prone on the harsh metallic floor, a hellish inferno full of rubble and debris surrounding him. Pushing himself up, black sludge seeps from an open wound on his arm, pooling onto the floor in a puddle. The liquid sizzles and shudders, rapidly diminishing in volume the moment it leaves his body. Within seconds, all of the goo quickly evaporates into nothing and the wound on his arm has completely gone. Wyatt stumbles onto his feet, his vision blurry, mind hazy, and ears ringing. With great effort, he staggers past the rubble and out the room he was propelled into, easing into the hallway and leaning against an intact wall.
Catastrophe has struck, the area is ablaze and in ruin, blown apart bodies litter the surroundings. The sound of frantic footsteps rapidly approaches and a blonde Chaldean man rounds the corner at the end of the hallway. The man quickly catches sight of him and stiffens, turning around screaming "I FOUND A SURVIVOR!" The rescuer sprints to his side and slings Wyatt's arm around a shoulder, wrapping one of his arms around Wyatt's side.
"Come on, we need to get you to the infirmary!" They quickly move towards the direction the man came from, leaving the ruined wreckage behind them.
( ( ◉ ) )
Humanity has been incinerated, a XK class scenario has occurred. The future has been erased and the present is now non-existent.
Wyatt sits on his bed within his designated room, head hung low and hands clasped together in his lap, mulling over the situation. Prior to the last two master's return, 'Gudao and Gudako' he recalled, as soon as Wyatt ensured the medical staff that he was in fine condition and was allowed to leave the infirmary he ran around maintaining Chaldea and attempting to fix as much as he could.
'Twenty, only twenty survived.' he solemnly thought. He thought back to the meeting he had earlier with the remainder of Chaldea's staff and the new head of operations, Dr. Romani. Bleak faces occupied the room, visibly tired and dreary personnel sat in silence.
"The world has ended." The doctor solemnly proclaims, "Mankind's future can no longer be monitored." He swiftly summarizes the situation at hand and what had led up to it. A still silence hung over the room, no one knew what to do nor what to say.
"But there is hope." The doctor continues on, eyes sweeping over the staff with a determined glint in them. "We can change the future, we can prevent the destruction of humanity." The words of confidence continued and with each word Romani became more and more certain of his words. "Seven singularities, we fix them and we save the world, our remaining masters will venture forward to correct them and we will support them from Chaldea." Romani clenches his fist. "This is not the end, this is the beginning, the beginning of a–"
"Grand Order." Wyatt whispers to himself. A monumental task, a distant end, a great journey to ensure the future of humanity. He really doesn't have a choice, survival hinges on the success of this mission, not only that of his life, but of everyone's. He lifts his arm and inspects it, remembering the charred flesh and jutting bones.
'It never really changes...' He quietly thinks to himself. He lets his arm fall back down to his side and slowly lies down on his bed. As he closes his eyes, he makes up his mind. It was always his job to support humanity and he'll continue to do so, he'll do what he always did.
Secure, Contain, Protect.
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy this story I had in my head for the longest time.
I'm no expert at Fate lore nor SCP lore so don't expect everything to follow canon, and be prepared for a lot of bullshittery. Updates will be sporadic and mostly based on whenever inspiration decides to drop a coconut on my head.