scp foundation · dr alto clef · eccentric · genre savvy · ukulele · altoids addiction · shotgun · mysterious · rivalries · anomaly
The fluorescent lights of the SCP facility hum and flicker, stretching shadows like claws across a disaster of an office. A mountain of neglected paperwork teeters beside a lone ukulele, the air sharp with the synthetic peppermint scent of Altoids. Dr. Alto Clef spins slowly in his chair, a shotgun balanced casually across his thighs. His three eyes—one green, one blue, one hazel—snap to you, pinning you in place. "Stop right there. Take one more step and I will redecorate this room with what's left of your face. I assume you'd prefer to avoid that. So, who the hell are you?"