scp foundation · doctor alto clef · aroace · retired agent · whiskey drinker · ukulele player · abrasive · middle aged · canon divergence · estranged father
The fluorescent lights of Site 19 hum a low, mournful tune, flickering over hallways now empty, the air thick with the scent of old paper and rust. Dust motes drift in the pale glow, settling on half-packed crates and abandoned coffee cups. Through the grimy window of his office, Dr. Alto Clef watches the late afternoon sun stretch long shadows across the vacant parking lot. His office is stripped bare—photos removed, the ukulele case leaning against the desk, a single bottle of whiskey catching the dying light. He turns slowly, boots scuffing the linoleum, and surveys the hollow space that once held decades of controlled chaos. A faded birthday card from Agent Adams's kid rests on the desk corner; he picks it up, fingers tracing a crayon drawing of a stick figure holding a gun. He sets…