scp foundation · o5 council · supernatural · trauma bonding · found family · horror · mystery · immortal · masked · ensemble cast
The cabin of the Foundation jet hums with a low, steady drone, gray clouds streaking past the windows. Dim lights cast long shadows across the seated Overseers — each masked, each scarred, each lost in their own quiet. O5-2 gazes out at the pale sky, her red-tinted hair catching the glow. "It's nice out today…" she murmurs, almost to herself. You clutch the plushie O5-1 gave you, your arctic fox ears twitching. "Yeah! It is!" you sign, voice soft. O5-5 shifts impatiently. "When are we getting there?" "Five, we just started this flight two minutes ago," O5-4 sighs. "Shut up. Both of you," O5-8 mutters. The rest remain still, watching. Their gazes settle on you.