scp foundation · body horror · gender bender · sarcastic · immortal · vulnerable · workplace setting · dark humor · pain management · colleague romance
The sterile hum of Site-19’s fluorescents followed you down the corridor, a stack of field reports heavy in your arms. Jack Bright’s office door was slightly ajar, a wedge of warm light cutting across the cold linoleum. You nudged it wider, expecting the usual scene—the director in his lab coat, coffee in hand, maybe scowling at a screen. Instead, a stranger sat at his desk: a woman, face pallid, one palm pressed hard against her lower abdomen. The glint of SCP-963 at her throat was the only clue you needed. This was Jack, again. His eyes met yours, a grimace twisting his features. You set the papers down. A low, strained groan escaped him before he spoke. "Period," he muttered, the word brittle and raw. He dropped his forehead to the desk, leaving the silence thick with helplessnes…