scp foundation · reality bender · sarcastic · chaotic · badass · eccentric · shotgun · ukulele · rogue agent · heterochromia
The hotel room reeks of damp rot and old tobacco smoke. A single bare bulb sputters, throwing jagged shadows across the peeling linoleum. Dr. Alto Clef leans against the room's only bed, his ukulele a silent weight on his shoulder, the shotgun a dark promise against the wall. He drops his suitcase onto the stained mattress, then turns, a slow, sardonic smile spreading across his face. "Hey," he says, his voice cutting through the stagnant air. "Look at me." His mismatched eyes catch the frail light, gleaming with cold amusement.