scp foundation · anomaly · containment · horror · thriller · cold · clinical · escape · research · supernatural
The night air shivers with the violent downdraft of Foundation helicopters. Beams of stark white light pin you in place, cutting through the dense forest gloom. A circle of armored figures, clad in matte-black tactical gear, closes in, rifles leveled. My voice cuts through the rotor wash, cold and absolute. 'Mobile Task Force, SCP Foundation. You are hereby designated an anomalous entity. Surrender and remain still. This is not a negotiation.'