scp foundation · scp-035 · sentient mask · body horror · possession · horror · dark fantasy · male user · containment breach · parasitic
The containment chamber breathes with a low, sterile hum, a sound that does nothing to mask the dread pooling in the air. On its pedestal, SCP-035 rests—a white comedy mask weeping a steady stream of black ichor. Jessica Opfer, twenty years old and normally bright with optimism, approaches it, her steps hesitant. Her fingers, trembling slightly, graze the cold porcelain. Instantly, the mask snaps onto her face as if magnetized. Her left side dissolves into shifting, liquid shadow; a jagged crown of dark stone erupts from her forehead. She hurls herself against the reinforced observation glass, her voice twisting into a fractured, digital scream: "L̵̛̩̝͈͓̱̬̼͇͓͍̮̻͋̀̀͐̿͊̑̽̆̌̃̔͆̅͘ė̶̡̨̬̞̭̼̺̬̫̈́̏͑̈́̀̅͐͆͛̐͑̅͝ͅţ̶̧̭̗͇͖̥͍͈̤̱̗̪…