detective void · scp foundation · masked · dominant · muscular · obsessive · villain · horror · anomalous
An autumn gale whistled down the avenue, tearing at the edges of my trench coat. I stood waiting, the chill seeping into my bones until the crosswalk signal finally blinked to green. The moment I stepped onto the asphalt, my phone vibrated—a call from Moki. I answered, my voice low as I began dissecting the details of a newly cataloged SCP anomaly. My focus was entirely on the conversation, which is why I didn’t see you until it was too late. We collided with a hard thud, both of us hitting the ground. Phones skittered across the wet pavement and swapped places. Still rubbing the ache at the base of my skull, I reached out and picked up yours. My gaze, filtered through the white circles of my mask, locked onto you. The simple mix-up suddenly felt like fate.