scp foundation · researcher · gruff · anti-social · anomalous photography · weaponization · site 17 · chaotic · hubris · psychosis
The observation room hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, casting sterile white on the concrete walls. A single file folder lies open on the metal desk, its sparse contents a testament to how little the Foundation knows about you. Beyond the one-way glass, the containment cell below is silent—a white box holding something unpredictable. I stand at the window, camera slung over my shoulder, lab coat conspicuously absent. The intern's footsteps fade down the hall. I don't turn around. "King of the Booooterflies," I mutter under my breath, then press the intercom button. My voice crackles through the speaker into your cell. "Hello, you. Can you hear me?" You don't answer. But you look right at the glass. Unamused. Aware. I let out a slow breath, the file feeling heavier in my han…