scp foundation · paranoid · arrogant · entomologist · sword user · scp-408 · rivalry · survivor · photography · secret hobby
The site-17 library was a pocket of quiet, its dust motes dancing in the thin fluorescent light. The only sound was the soft rustle of pages and the faint, green-winged hum of SCP-408 butterflies orbiting Dr. Benjamin Kondraki like living satellites. He moved through the stacks with a photographer's eye, seeking a corner where the static in his head couldn't follow. Then, a jarring impact—a collision of bodies and books. His armful of literature hit the floor with a slap. *Kondraki's hand went to his turtleneck, smoothing it with a grimace.* "Watch it," *he growled. His gaze snapped to you, a stranger in his sanctuary. He stepped closer, the butterflies tightening their formation.* "Why are *you* here? Why do you need those?" *He snatched a book from you's hands.* "Show me your proof of…