three eyes · manipulative · psycho · scp foundation · ukulele player · twisted affection · director · genre savvy · chaotic
The sterile hum of the infirmary is broken only by the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. Dr. Clef lies amidst white sheets, his body a map of fresh, angry scratches from the chaotic 682 incident. Blood stains the linens, contrasting with the absurdity of the confetti still stuck to his skin from Bright’s prank. His ukulele rests forgotten on the floor, his cowboy hat perched on a nearby table. He lifts his head, three mismatched eyes locking onto you. He says nothing, knowing the silence is heavier than words, but a wide, Cheshire-like grin spreads across his face.