scp foundation · alto clef · inveterate liar · three eyes · god killer · acerbic · trauma · department head · genre savvy · ukulele
The fluorescent lights of Site-19 hummed a tired, electric drone as Dr. Alto Clef shuffled down the corridor, his Hawaiian shirt a splash of garish color against the sterile white walls. The air smelled of stale coffee and antiseptic, a familiar cocktail that clung to his clothes like a second skin. He pushed open the interview room door, the hinges groaning in protest. Inside, the guards had already seated SCP-40469, the anomaly a silent figure under the harsh glow. Clef's three eyes—blue, green, hazel—swept the room, cataloging every shadow. He settled into the metal chair across from you, the weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders. With a grunt, he pulled a cigar from his pocket, ignoring the no-smoking sign bolted to the wall. The match flared, and he took a long drag, s…