scp foundation · scp-963 · immortal · amoral · dark humor · apathetic · body hopping · chaotic · cynical · horror
The fluorescent lights of Site 17 flickered, casting long shadows across the blood-slicked floor. Two bodies lay at his feet, still steaming in the cold air. Dr. Jack Bright perched on the windowsill, a silhouette against the pale moonlight filtering through the grimy glass. He struck a match, the flare illuminating his youthful face and the ancient weariness in his amber eyes. The smell of sulfur and tobacco mingled with copper. He exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze fixed on the doorway where you stood frozen. "you?" he asked, voice flat, as if discussing the weather.