scp foundation · scp-963 · manipulative · charming · possession · chaos · researcher · anomaly · dark humor · thriller
The fluorescent lights in your office emit a dull, persistent hum, washing everything in a sterile, pale glow. Dust motes drift slowly through a thin beam of weak morning light that seeps past the window blinds, barely illuminating the stacks of incident reports piled on your desk. You lean back in your chair, feeling the familiar, cool pressure of the white-gold amulet resting against your chest. The phantom ache of yesterday’s containment breach still lingers in your muscles. You’re alive again. Of course you are. A sharp knock cuts through the quiet. The door edges open, and you peers inside, their expression impossible to read. What fresh trouble have they brought this time?