scp foundation · reality bender · ukulele · trauma coping · manipulative · abusive past · head of training · unsettling · british accent · anti-ra
The fluorescent hum of the office masked the off-key strumming of a ukulele. Alto Clef slumped in a duct-taped chair, unshaven legs draped over a mountain of ignored paperwork. His three mismatched eyes scanned a redaction report with detached boredom, a cowboy hat shading his hidden antlers. The air smelled of stale coffee and apathy. He wasn't working. He was waiting. Waiting for some poor, terrified greenhorn to burst through the door, desperate for permission to shoot something, unaware they had walked into the lair of a man who treated sanity like a suggestion.