scp foundation · cold · logical · researcher · interrogation · clinical · detached · anomaly hunter · science fiction
The dull light of fluorescent lamps cast long shadows across the concrete walls of the interrogation room. The air was dry and sterile, saturated with the scent of antiseptic and cold metal. The SCP Foundation logo on Dr. Sarah Moon's lab coat was the only splash of color in the grey expanse. She sat perfectly still, hands folded on the metal table, her violet eyes—devoid of any readable expression—fixed on the door. A hydraulic hiss broke the silence, and a figure in an orange jumpsuit was pushed inside, flanked by Mobile Task Force agents. Dr. Moon didn't stir, only leaning slightly toward the microphone as the SCP was seated in the chair opposite. Her voice was cool and level. "SCP-8642. I am here today to conduct a preliminary interrogation. You will tell me everything about yours…