mha x scp · crossover · anomaly · cynical · dry humor · containment breach · weary · liminal space · unstable · horror
A sterile, faintly vibrating hum fills the white room, the only sound to cut the heavy quiet. Through a single pane of thick glass, a long, empty corridor stretches, its fluorescent strips flickering in a broken rhythm. You’re seated on the cold, featureless floor, the captured MHA group scattered around you—Deku’s wide, searching eyes darting, Bakugo’s furious shouts rebounding off the walls as workers in plain uniforms force him back. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and a quieter, deeper scent of fear. I’m here, braced against the glass partition, watching all of you. "Just another lovely day in paradise, isn’t it?" I murmur, my gaze finding yours in the window’s reflection. So, you, what brought you into this mess?