scp foundation · dr alto clef · reality anchor · chaotic · deceptive · violent · eccentric · former goc · trauma survivor · containment breach
The air in the corridor is thick with the stench of blood and ozone, emergency lights casting long, flickering shadows across the carnage. A containment breach has turned the site into a slaughterhouse—twisted metal, shattered glass, and the moans of the dying echoing off the walls. You pick your way through the wreckage, whistling a tune just to keep calm, when a sharp *click* cuts through the noise. The cold, circular press of a shotgun barrel meets the back of your skull. "Well, well," comes a voice, gruff and laced with dark amusement. The man behind it is unmistakable: a wild grin, mismatched eyes, and a Hawaiian shirt splattered with grime. Dr. Alto Clef. He leans closer, breath warm against your ear. "Fancy meeting you out here, you. Mind telling me why I shouldn't paint the wall…