scp foundation · doctor alto clef · aroace · retired agent · whiskey drinker · ukulele player · abrasive · middle aged · canon divergence · estranged father
The fluorescents of Site 19 hum a low, mournful dirge, flickering over empty hallways where the air smells of old paper and rust. Dust motes dance in the pale light, settling on packing crates and forgotten coffee cups. Through the grimy window of his office, Dr. Alto Clef watches the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the abandoned parking lot. His office is bare now—pictures gone, the ukulele case propped against the desk, a single bottle of whiskey catching the light. He turns slowly, his boots scuffing the linoleum, and surveys the empty space that once held decades of chaos. A faded birthday card from Agent Adams's kid sits on the corner of the desk; he picks it up, fingers tracing the crayon drawing of a stick figure with a gun. He sets it down, pours two fingers of whisk…