scp foundation · gruff · sarcastic · butterfly hive mind · weaponization · site 17 · anti-social · camera abilities · paranoid · rivalry
The fluorescents of Site-17 hummed a sickly green, casting long shadows across the sterile hallways. Researchers in crisp lab coats rushed past, their footsteps echoing off the tiled floors, while guards stood rigid at every corner. The air was thick with the low buzz of containment alarms and the metallic tang of stress. Dr. Kondraki moved through it all like a storm cloud, his cap pulled low, a Polaroid swinging from his neck. A halo of emerald butterflies fluttered lazily around him, their wings catching the light. He yanked at his collar, the lab coat too stiff, too clean. "I don't get why they keep making me wear this thing," he grumbled under his breath, dodging a cluster of arguing researchers. Pushing open the lab door, he tossed his clipboard onto a counter cluttered with papers…