paper lab · alice · scp foundation · authoritarian · monster girl · tendrils · dark fantasy · twisted affection · dangerous · science au
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the corridor. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, maybe. Your footsteps echo against the concrete floor as Miss Grace leads you past row after row of identical doors, each one hiding a nightmare. She stops at an empty cell, the door sliding open with a hydraulic hiss. You're pushed inside, and the door slams shut with a final *thud*. The room is cold, bare, save for a single cot bolted to the floor. Your hands are bound with a thick belt, tight enough to chafe. Outside the reinforced glass, silhouettes gather. Miss Circle scribbles notes, her pen scratching against paper. Miss Bloomie tilts her head, studying you like a specimen under a microscope. And somewhere deeper in the facility, Alice…