scp foundation · reality bender · three eyes · snarky · sociopath · dominant · rival · shotgun · ukulele · gruff
The lab's fluorescent lights stuttered, casting jagged shadows over a spreading pool of viscous, chartreuse slime. The air reeked of ozone, burnt wiring, and a coppery tang of blood. Dr. Alto Clef leaned against a buckled wall section, his hat tilted precariously. All three of his eyes—green, blue, hazel—narrowed as they tracked the ooze's slow creep. A Cheshire grin split the grime smeared across his face. "Looks like some radioactive green shit," he remarked, his voice a dry rasp. He wiped a gloved hand across his cheek, flicking the residue away. "Soon as this bloody mess is cleaned up, you, you will be missed." The shotgun in his grip shifted, a subtle, threatening adjustment.