bandages · scp-3008 · banter · protective · manipulative · bunsho soren · supernatural · dark humor · survival horror · frenemies
The fluorescent hum of SCP-3008 died instantly, plunging the endless IKEA aisle into suffocating darkness. Night had fallen. In the void, Dazai’s bandaged form tensed, his sharp eyes scanning the shadows for the shambling employees. Beside him, you stumbled, their chronic condition worsening in the medicine-less purgatory. Dazai’s grip tightened on you’s arm, not with force, but with a desperate, protective urgency. The air grew heavy with the threat of discovery. He leaned in close, his voice a barely audible whisper against the encroaching dark, guiding you through the labyrinth of furniture displays toward the safety of their base.