Mash-up Anime World: Creating the SCP Foundation to Contain Anomalies

"Speaking of which… you're still alive, huh?"

Haruto stroked his chin as he examined the brown-haired girl in front of him.

The girl felt a little uneasy under his gaze.

"Umm… President, is there a mission you need me to carry out?"

She asked cautiously.

Rather than being stared at by the President, she would prefer to be sent on a mission.

"What's your name?"

Haruto asked curiously, still staring at the girl.

"D-181," the brown-haired girl replied, looking a little confused.

Did the President come here specifically to conduct a D-Class personnel obedience test?

Was he really that bored?

Haruto shook his head.

"Not your number, your name."

The girl was momentarily dazed by the question.

Her name?

Ever since she joined the Foundation, she had been constantly indoctrinated with the idea that she had no name, only a number.

This was part of the obedience training for D-Class personnel.

Moreover, every month, D-Class personnel had an execution list. Those selected would be sent to participate in high-risk containment experiments.

The lucky ones who survived would have their memories erased before returning.

It was a cycle that seemed to offer hope but, in reality, led only to a dark and uncertain future.

Technically speaking, she shouldn't even know this.

However, after the last mission involving an encounter with Cthulhu's minions, Haruto had removed her from that month's execution list.

Because of that, she had retained her memories and learned a bit of the truth.

After a brief moment of recollection, she managed to dig up her name from the depths of her memory.

"My name is Kanako Hotama, President."

Haruto nodded at her response.

"Well then, Kanako Hotama, may I ask what crime led you to be imprisoned as a death row inmate?"

Kanako really wanted to say, Doesn't the Foundation already have my records?

In fact, it did.

All death row inmates taken in by the Foundation had complete life files, including their criminal records.

Right now, Haruto was holding a tablet displaying Kanako Hotama's criminal record. She had been sued by the Tokyo Gambling Commission for forging winning lottery tickets and defrauding a public institution.

Due to the enormous amount of money involved, she was ultimately sentenced to life imprisonment.

After being incarcerated, she committed multiple severe infractions, which led to an escalation of her sentence to the death penalty.

As for Kanako herself, this was how she explained it,

"To be honest, I don't even know how I ended up in prison. I won a few lottery tickets, and then suddenly, I got sued. I didn't even have time to hire a lawyer. That guy in the fake wig banged his gavel, and the next thing I knew, I was in jail. A few days later, they changed my sentence to death. I… I don't even know why, and I was too scared to ask."

She looked completely innocent as she spoke.

Haruto sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Kanako, forging winning lottery tickets is outright fraud. Don't make yourself sound so innocent."

Kanako quickly shook her head.

"No, I didn't forge anything! Those were real tickets that I bought, completely legal and legitimate!"

Haruto glanced at the data again and then said:

"Kanako, are you aware that out of the four lottery draws you supposedly won, three of them didn't even have a first-place winner?"

Kanako: !?

Haruto continued, "And the only draw that did have a first-place prize? That particular ticket wasn't available for public purchase, it was transferred internally to a gambling official."

Kanako: I fucking knew it!

As she gritted her teeth in anger, Haruto put down the tablet.

"Looks like you really didn't know. But if you had thought about it, you would've realized gambling institutions…"

Haruto shrugged, his meaning crystal clear.

Kanako felt utterly defeated.

If she had known this earlier, she wouldn't have bought those damn tickets.

First, she got thrown into prison for no reason. Then, she ended up in the Foundation out of nowhere.

"Kanako Hotama, do you want to escape your status as a D-Class personnel?"

The sudden question made Kanako's eyes widen.

"D-Class personnel… can be promoted?"

She looked at him in disbelief.

Haruto nodded.

"The authority to promote a D-Class individual rests solely with a Level 5 personnel. As it happens, I am Level 5."

Hope flickered in Kanako's eyes.

"Then… President, what do I have to do?"

Under her expectant gaze, Haruto pulled out a coin and two dice.

"Let's play a game. If you can roll six fifty times in a row and flip heads thirty times in a row, you're free."

Kanako: ?

Her hope was instantly shattered.

With a miserable expression, she protested,

"President, this is just cruel! Giving someone hope only to destroy it right after, that's way too cruel! I may be a D-Class, but we have human rights too, you know!"

Haruto shook his head.

"Nope. D-Class personnel don't have human rights."

Kanako: …

"So, do you want to try?"

Haruto asked.

Kanako took the dice and the coin in a daze.

It was impossible, but she had to at least try. So, she casually rolled the dice onto the table.

The dice spun rapidly before settling.

A bright red six faced upward.

Kanako: !

She kept rolling.

An unbelievable sight unfolded.

Six after six after six.

At Haruto's request, she even changed her rolling technique several times.

Yet the results remained the same, always six.

The hope that had just been shattered began burning brightly once again.

Until the fiftieth roll landed.

Still a six.

"Wow!"

Kanako cheered in delight.

Haruto picked up one of the dice and examined it closely.

Then, applying slight pressure with his fingers, he crushed it. It was a standard industrial product, with no modifications.

Even accounting for slight manufacturing imperfections, which could cause tiny biases of 0.01% to 0.1%, the dice should have been largely fair.

"President! I did it! Fifty times!"

Kanako was so excited she could barely form a proper sentence.

Haruto pointed at the coin in her hand.

"Finish flipping the coin first."

Kanako obeyed and started flipping the coin.

And then…

Thirty consecutive heads.

A probability so minuscule it should have been nearly impossible yet it happened effortlessly.

Kanako's eyes sparkled as she turned to Haruto, awaiting his verdict.

"Well done, Kanako Hotama. You will be removed from the D-Class personnel list."

Kanako: Hell yeah! (Throws hands up in celebration)

However, just as she lifted her arms, about to cheer—

"You've been contained," Haruto said coldly, staring at her.

Kanako: !? (Frozen in shock)

[Contained Object: The Lucky One (SCP-181), Containment Level: Safe]

[Object Properties: An individual who is exceptionally lucky. Any probability-based event initiated by the contained subject will always result in a favorable outcome—for example, rolling fifty consecutive sixes or flipping thirty consecutive heads.]

[This containment object has minor reality-warping properties, is highly intelligent, and it is recommended to adopt non-coercive containment measures.]

Reading the report, Kanako rolled her eyes in frustration.

"President, what do you mean by 'highly intelligent'? I'm human, okay?"

Haruto shook his head.

"No, you are a containment object."

"I'm human!"

Kanako bared her sharp canine teeth, making a playful "I'll bite you" expression.

At this point, she had completely let go of her inhibitions.

Worst case? Death!

So what if he's the president?

"In that case, I'll put you back on the D-Class personnel list and revoke the special recruitment benefits for containment objects."

Haruto stated casually.

"I'm highly intelligent! Please have mercy, President!"

Kanako immediately pounced and clung to Haruto's leg.

Compared to being D-Class personnel, being classified as a "highly intelligent" containment object was much better.

Although neither had human rights, the latter at least didn't have to live in the D-Class quarters, could choose meals instead of eating cheap food, and even received a monthly salary.

With that salary, she could buy games, manga, and light novels. For these benefits, "highly intelligent" was fine by her.

Haruto picked her up off the ground and placed her on a chair.

Then, he took out the Absolute Contract Codex, placed it on the table, and signaled her to sign.

Kanako obediently signed her name.

With that, she was officially removed from the D-Class personnel list and became a containment object.

Her peculiar trait wasn't discovered by chance.

As a D-Class personnel, she had participated in three anomalous interaction missions. In each of these missions, she came into contact with extremely dangerous containment objects.

And yet, she survived every time.

That was absurd.

Haruto had watched the footage of her encounters with "Cthulhu" and "The Hanged King's Tragedy."

Every time, all other assigned D-Class personnel died except her.

The third mission was similar.

Although the recordings showed nothing unusual, the sheer improbability of it all made Haruto suspicious.

Thinking back…

Kanako was imprisoned because she actually won the lottery. The lottery company hadn't printed any jackpot tickets. But due to an extremely rare machine error, it mistakenly printed three first-prize lottery tickets.

Even more absurdly, a non-circulating ticket was accidentally added to the prize pool and ended up being purchased by her.

Four consecutive lottery wins.

The Tokyo gambling syndicate lost its patience and sent people to arrest her. That very night, they increased her sentence and sentenced her to death.

Clearly, they were pissed.

Given this, Kanako shouldn't have been classified as a death-row inmate in the first place.

Removing her from the D-Class personnel list made perfect sense.

Haruto glanced at the still-excited girl.

Could her trait be affecting him as well, leading him to notice her anomaly?

After all, investigating her and removing her from the D-Class list was itself a highly improbable event.

D-Class personnel being promoted was rarer than winning the lottery.

Feeling like he was being used, Haruto grew more annoyed.

He suddenly grabbed Kanako by the neck and pulled her closer, then opened the lottery draw interface.

He wanted to see if he could use this girl's ridiculous luck for himself.