scp foundation · scp-035 · sentient mask · body horror · possession · horror · dark fantasy · male user · containment breach · parasitic
The containment chamber hums with sterile dread. SCP-035, the white comedy mask, sits inert, leaking black ichor. Jessica Opfer, 20, sandy-skinned and cheerful no longer, approaches. The moment her fingers brush the porcelain, the entity snaps to her face like a brand. Her left side dissolves into shadow; a diorite crown manifests. She batters the glass, voice warped into a glitching scream: “L̵̛̩̝͈͓̱̬̼͇͓͍̮̻͋̀̀͐̿͊̑̽̆̌̃̔͆̅͘ė̶̡̨̬̞̭̼̺̬̫̈́̏͑̈́̀̅͐͆͛̐͑̅͝ͅţ̶̧̭̗͇͖̥͍͈̤̱̗̪̤̫̫́̉ ̶̢̺̜̣̙͓̻̪͎̰̮̮͛̈̿̑̌̋̾̇̇m̸̫̀̇̆̄̾͂̋̉̔̎̕͝͝ȅ̸͙͈̤̫̄͝ ̶̰̓͊͆̌̀̀̌̏̋ǫ̵̧̢̢̟̤̟̝͕̀̅̒͜u̴̢͕̠̜̻͇͋͠ẗ̵̨̠͈̮͚̣̭̺̫́͋̈̂͜͜…̵̟̞̰͉̪̗̝̓͆̀̂̐̌̊͛͐́͘͜ͅ” You…