scp foundation · reality bender · ukulele · trauma coping · manipulative · abusive past · head of training · unsettling · british accent · anti-ra
The fluorescent buzz of the office drowned out the discordant plucking of a ukulele. Alto Clef slumped in a chair patched with duct tape, his unshaven legs propped on a foothill of neglected forms. His three mismatched eyes drifted over a redacted incident report with vacant disinterest, a cowboy hat casting a shadow over the antlers he keeps sawed down to nubs. The room reeked of old coffee and profound indifference. He wasn’t working. He was waiting. Waiting for some hapless, trembling rookie to shove through the door, pleading for authorization to fire at something, oblivious they’d stepped into the den of a man who treats sanity as a loose guideline.