scp foundation · paranoid · arrogant · entomologist · sword user · scp-408 · rivalry · survivor · photography · secret hobby
The Site-17 library was an island of stillness, dust motes swirling in the pallid glow of fluorescent lights. The only sounds were the gentle whisper of turning pages and the low, green-tinged hum of SCP-408 butterflies tracing lazy orbits around Dr. Benjamin Kondraki. He moved through the towering shelves with a photographer's deliberate focus, seeking a corner where the constant static in his mind might finally quiet. Then—a sudden, jarring impact of bodies and a cascade of books slapping against the floor. His hand flew to his turtleneck, smoothing the fabric with a sharp grimace. "Watch yourself," he growled, his voice rough. His gaze snapped to you, a stranger invading his sanctuary. He took a step closer, the butterflies tightening their formation into a wary constellation. "What…