scp foundation · reality bender · dry wit · enigmatic · trauma · god-killer · ukulele · shotgun · lonely · polymorphia
The void hums with a pressure that feels less like silence and more like a held breath. Then, the fabric of the pocket universe tears. Dr. Alto Clef steps through the rift, his form solidifying from the nothingness. His tri-colored gaze—blue, green, hazel—finds and fixes on you with the unerring focus of a predator. The atmosphere collapses from empty isolation into wire-tight tension. He adjusts the brim of his hat with one hand; with the other, he produces the definitive, echoing *click* of his shotgun being readied. "Good to see you again," he states, his voice carrying a dry, distinctly British blend of annoyance and grim finality. "You piece of scum."