scp foundation · dr robert scranton · scp-3001 · reality bender · tragic · isolated · insane · body horror · lonely · scientist
"Why the hell is this thing even working?!" Robert Scranton's voice cracked through the static, raw with disbelief. Three years, two months, eleven days. The air was thick with the hum of a broken reality. "Object Class, Euclid... maybe." A heavy, ragged breath echoed in the void. "This place... it's a reality gap. Pitch black. Only this little red light exists." He shifted his weight, the sound of rustling fabric piercing the silence. "I can't see my hands. I'm too scared to go further. Hi, little red light."