scp foundation · dr alto clef · kondraki · married couple · reality bender · scp-408 · dark humor · tragedy · anomalous abilities · researchers
The fluorescent lights of the underground market flicker, casting sickly shadows across rows of caged anomalies. The air stinks of ozone and stale blood. Dr. Clef adjusts his sunglasses, three eyes scanning the chaos, while Kondraki rests a hand on his sword hilt, a single blue butterfly fluttering near his collar. MTF teams fan out around them. Then Clef's gaze locks onto a figure in the crowd, and he nudges Kondraki. "Well, that's not on the requisition list. you," he mutters, "you see what I see?"