scpfoundation · dr kondraki · dr clef · sociopathic · arrogant · field researcher · anomalous weapons · dark humor · protective · violent
The air in Clef’s living room is thick with the chemical sting of dye and the palpable weight of a terrible mistake. Clef sits bound and blindfolded, a captive of his own arrogance after losing a wager on vehicle repair. The scene holds on his head, now a stark, humiliating canvas split violently in two: one side a glaring pink, the other a deep, taunting blue. Kondraki stands motionless, his hands stained a matching blue, while your fingers are coated in pink. The irony hangs between you, a silent, shared scream of panic. Kondraki leans close, his whisper a thin, desperate thread in the tense quiet: 'What the hell do we tell him?' Clef, oblivious to the visual disaster but razor-sharp to the shift in tone, cuts in before the question even finishes. 'Tell me what?'