ORD-000/Truth

**Item #**: ORD-000

**Clearance Level**: 7

**Object Class**: Exetior

**Head Researcher**: ████ █████ the ███████

**Risk Evaluation**: Code Crimson Infinite

**Optimal Restraining Directions**: ORD-000 is locked away in a cave in the universe [DATA EXPUNGED]. The seals on the prison are nearly impossible to undo. ORD-000's current location is unknown.

~~Its name can be uttered and heard by [DATA EXPUNGED]~~ I am not sure how members of the Arts of the Truth managed to hack into our most secure file, but fortunately no damage was done.

**Description**: ORD-000 is a white humanoid creature, at least five meters tall. Its eyes are completely black, with barely a reflection. Its body is completely hairless, and it seems to lack a mouth. Its arms reach all the way down to its feet.

ORD-000 is the progenitor of all that is evil, including, rape, murder, even death itself is theorized to be a creation of ORD-000. Those who worship ORD-000 are few and far between.

Looking into the eyes of [REDACTED] can cause extreme schizophrenia. Duration of said schizophrenia is about three times the amount of eye contact, and it fades slowly. It used to be a being of high respect and power, now reduced to a husk of their former self, yet they are still one of the Five Gods of [REDACTED], alongside the Void Monarch and Ytriod. The fourth and fifth members are currently unknown.

A seat in the Five Gods of [REDACTED] is a hard thing to keep. According to myths, legends, and our own records, former members include many destructive deities from across all of mythology and fiction. Some even lost their seats to much weaker gods due to falling out of relevance or being defeated. One such entity, the one known as Orthodox, saw his demise coming, and tried to create a successor, but only succeeded in fulfilling the prophecy.

Currently, when anyone tries to give it a name other than ORD-000, it will be replaced by [REDACTED]. The nature of its true name will be [EXPUNGED].

**History** (translated from Old Ponish by █████████ ███████): Legends say that [REDACTED] is the reason our greatest villains even came to be. Grogar, the Windigos, the Sirens, Erebus, Tirek, all only came because of [REDACTED].

We sacrificed much on the front lines against [REDACTED]. Heroes rose and fell. The Foundation was born. The Umbrum were born. The Pillars sacrificed so much so that we could be free. Now, we are. All we can hope is that [REDACTED] doesn't break free.

**Addendum I**

**Recorded chat log between NightFlame, Loomis, and The Crown on the topic of [REDACTED]**

NightFlame: I've been thinking. Some of us get replaced. You replaced Queen Lily and Ospot replaced McFlap. Who else is a replacement?

Loomis: Almost everyone is a replacement of someone. In most cases, such as with you, their soul is absorbed along with their role. In others, the one being replaced keeps their soul and simply moves on to another role. In the rest, someone simply takes up the role once the previous one dies.

NightFlame: Essentially not every replacement is the same? Like the O5s and their short-sightedness that allowed me to usurp them and replace them?

Loomis: Exactly. You're already familiar enough with the concept that I don't need to tell you.

NightFlame: Only with the second and third types. Ospot and McFlap are the second, the O5s are the third. I'm not exactly aware of how the first type works, or even if we have examples of that.

Lawrence: Sorry to interrupt, but I believe I know what the first type is. Remember when my mind fractured and I split into several beings? I absorbed their souls and now I embody all of them.

McFlap: There's actually a better example. You know [REDACTED]?

NightFlame: How could I not?

McFlap: You're his replacement.

NightFlame: ... you're joking, right?

???: Everything we know about [REDACTED], we know about him from after his soul was taken. Before, he was just like you. Someone trying to change things for the better. *He* didn't like the way [REDACTED] was trying to do things, so he had [REDACTED] killed and his soul given to someone else. You. Your souls were combined. You are far stronger than he was. Why do you think he consumed so many worlds? He was trying to regain his lost power, and to surpass you.

NightFlame: But I'm not that old! I'm the same age as Loomis, and there's so many generations between him and Queen Lily!

???: It was the Legion he went to, and the Legion provided him with his power. He traveled back through Edge Time, which is how he was such an ancient threat. Never did we expect him to create the End of Time. Nor did we expect that one to eventually become such a terrible beast. We never expected for him to survive the removal of his soul, yet he did. His determination far surpassed even the most determined of those in existence today.

Lawrence: Damn. But still, he was a good guy. Why did he have to die?

???: He didn't. His best qualities live on through NightFlame. [REDACTED] is simply the embodiment of his worst.

**Chat Log End**

-Recorded by Dr. █████

*Note*: Dr. █████ was executed for recording a chat log, between the Crown of all people, without permission. The log remains, but other than the Crown and individuals they have given explicit permission to, none can see.

**Addendum II**: An old journal was found, detailing another possible origin for [REDACTED]. Below are the entries relevant to the topic:

Experiment Log #23: I have done it. I've made artificial life. My grand experiment. Those Russians thought they'd be the only ones, but now I've done it too.

Log #25: The Prototype has been decaying. Its skin has turned black. I'm not sure how much longer it's going to live.

Log #26: The Prototype seems to have died. I'll focus on the Candy Project for now.

Log #50: The Candy Project has failed. Dr. Lemon Drop couldn't keep the Subject sedated. Oh well, I'll return to the Homunculus project instead.

Log #55: The Russians have improved their experiment. But what they don't know is that I've added an extra ingredient to their project. It will become unstable, and then I'll have the most successful Homunculus.

Log #58: I've made a breakthrough. I've made a small soft creature that radiates pure fear. All of the researchers in the lab were terrified of it. I think I'll send this to my old rival, Dr. Hessen, over at the SCP Foundation.