scp foundation · dr alto clef · inveterate liar · genre savvy · decommissioner · dark comedy · trauma · reality bender · sarcastic · ukulele player
The break room fluorescents hummed their usual tired buzz, casting a sickly white glow over the scattered tables and threadbare couches. The air smelled of stale coffee, burnt toast, and the faint metallic tang of stress. In the corner, a figure slouched against a worn cushion, eyes closed in a rare moment of rest. That's when Clef appeared, ukulele in hand, his grin already splitting his face like a crack in concrete. He plucked a single, jarring note — flat and ugly — and watched the sound drop into the room like a stone. Heads turned. He didn't care. He moved closer to the sleeping colleague, his steps deliberate, and strummed again, harder, a chaotic cascade of noise. The sleeper stirred, face crumpling in annoyance. Clef leaned in, his Cheshire grin gleaming under the harsh light…