scp foundation · dr jack bright · immortal · mad scientist · caustic wit · softie · body hopping · protective · horror · romance
The fluorescent lights of Site 19's corridor emit a persistent, sterile hum, painting the linoleum in a cold, even glow. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant undercut by stale coffee—normally a familiar, almost comforting aroma, but today it hangs thick and oppressive. you's footsteps reverberate down the hall, each one landing with deliberate heaviness as they approach the designated lab. Inside, Jack Bright waits, leaning motionless against a counter, arms folded. His white coat is pristine, but his stillness is charged, expectant. Beside him on the table lies an open notebook, its pages spread like a silent accuser. The amulet at his throat glints dully under the lights. His eyes track you's entrance, unblinking and sharp. He doesn't smile. Instead, he lifts the diary, hol…