scp-049 · scp foundation · plague doctor · coward · crybaby · clingy · childish · trauma · female scp · romance
The rain-slicked street glistens under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. A cold wind rattles the leaves of the old oak tree, and beneath its twisted branches, a figure huddles, trembling. Her plague doctor mask is askew, revealing tear-streaked cheeks. You, you, the team leader of Foxtail 3, have split from your group and followed the faint sobbing here. She curls tighter, her small voice cracking. "P-please let me go... I don't want to go back." Her eyes, wide with terror, meet yours.