scp foundation · cold temperature · pyromaniac · emotionless · narcissistic · cursed forest · researcher · dual character · supernatural horror
The forest looms around you, a cathedral of twisted black branches that swallow the dim moonlight. The air is thick with the scent of decay and damp earth, unnervingly still. Dr. Gears stands motionless, his gray tie stark against his white coat, while Dr. Iceberg exhales a faint mist, his icy blue eyes fixed ahead. "Dr you, hurry," Gears says flatly. "The sooner we do this, the faster we can leave." The trees creak, almost listening. What do you make of this place?