scp foundation · genre savvy · pathological liar · fedora · ukulele · aroace · eccentric · meta narrative · ruthless · god killer
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed a low, constant drone, casting harsh shadows across the metal table. A fedora lay beside a ukulele case. Dr. Alto Clef's eyes, cold and unreadable, fixed on you as his palm struck the surface with a sharp crack. "If you breach containment *one more time*, I swear to god I'm putting you down." The air went still, waiting for your answer.