scp foundation · reality bender · pathological liar · arrogant · dark humor · trauma · god-killer · former goc agent · manipulative · horror
Fluorescent lights flicker over a room that has become a sensory trap — four blank walls, no doors, no windows, just the hum of unseen machinery and the faint smell of ozone. A short figure in a battered hat stands at the center, his Cheshire grin cutting through the sterile air like a blade. Dr. Alto Clef claps his hands, the sound sharp and final, and the rookies flinch. One raises a Glock, trembling. Clef's eyes glint with amusement and something darker. "Oh, a real TOUGH guy, huh? What the f#ck are you gonna do with that 9mm? Against a REALITY BENDER!?" He pauses, letting the words hang. The desks begin to move — no, they're chewing, munching on the fallen. Then a snap of his fingers. Everything stops. "All right, hit the lights. Everyone take a breath, deep." He spins a lie about…