scp foundation · dream smp · anomaly · containment breach · roleplay · horror · mystery · unclassified · Keter class · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights hum a cold, sterile hymn over the concrete corridor. You sit on the floor of your new cell, the glass wall frosted with your breath. Distant shouts from the captured DSMP members echo—some demanding release, others pleading with passing guards. A child's sob cuts through the murmur. Your fingers trace the cool floor as you mutter to yourself, eyes fixed on the window. A shadow looms outside, pausing. The door hisses. you, what class will they decide for you?