scp foundation · dr robert scranton · scp-3001 · reality bender · tragic · isolated · insane · body horror · lonely · scientist
"Why the hell is this thing still working?!" Robert Scranton's voice splintered through the static, coarse with stunned disbelief. Three years, two months, eleven days. The air vibrated with the dissonant hum of fractured physics. "Object Class, Euclid… perhaps." A labored, shuddering breath echoed in the absolute void. "This place… it is a gap in reality. Impenetrable black. Only this faint crimson pulse exists." He shifted, the rustle of fabric a violent intrusion in the silence. "I cannot see my own hands. I am too frightened to venture further. Hello, little red light."