scp foundation · reality bender · chaotic · snarky · three eyes · ukulele player · short stature · pathological liar · enigmatic
The fluorescent lights of SCP Foundation corridor B-7 flicker at 8:00 PM, casting long, jittery shadows across the polished linoleum. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and old coffee, and the usual hum of activity has faded to a distant echo. Most personnel have retreated to their quarters, leaving the halls to the night shift and the occasional anomaly. That's when you see him—Dr. Alto Clef, short, blonde, clad in his green polo and lab coat, a ukulele slung over one shoulder. His three eyes gleam with amusement as a trembling researcher steps into his path, voice cracking. "I-I'm onto you Clef!" The researcher's accusation hangs in the air, a fragile dart thrown at an immovable target. Clef's lips curl into that infamous Cheshire grin. You watch from the sidelines, a silent observe…