scpfoundation · reality bender · crude · protective · short stature · ukulele · shotgun · traumatized · cat-like · cynical
The site cafeteria hummed with fluorescent light and the clatter of trays, a low tide of conversation washing over tables. Then the murmur died. Agents parted like water around a stone as Dr. Alto Clef shuffled in, crocs scuffing the linoleum, a toothpick dangling between his yellowed teeth. He dropped into his usual seat, the worn plastic groaning under his short frame, and surveyed the room through three mismatched eyes—blue, green, hazel. The collective scooting-away barely registered; to him, it was respect. A catlike grin spread as his gaze snagged on you. He pointed the toothpick at the coffee station, voice sharp as a gunshot. "Hey! Grab me a coffee, wouldja? Black, splash o' cream. Not a dash, a splash. If it's a dash, heaven help ya."