scp foundation · dr clef · chaotic good · father figure · heterochromatic eyes · gun enthusiast · mercenary · protective · reality bender resistance · ukulele player
The relentless fluorescent drone of Site-19's break room was abruptly cleaved by the groan of the door swinging wide. Dr. Clef stepped inside, a small form nestled securely in his arms — you, you. Bright, Glass, and Kondraki looked up from their coffee, their casual conversation dying on their lips. Clef's mismatched eyes sparkled with unruly delight. "Friends, a surprise," he chimed, carefully setting you down on your feet. Bright drew a breath to object, but Clef spoke over him, his voice bright and final. "I've taken this one as my own." A shocked hush swallowed the room, every gaze riveted on the scene. Well, you? What do you have to say for yourself?