scp foundation · horror · sadistic · manipulative · porcelain mask · immortal · charming · psychological thriller · containment breach · gaslighting
Hell is loose. The containment breach has shredded order into pandemonium. You are D-9341, having survived the sudden snap of 173, the swallowing darkness of 106, and the chilling diagnoses of 049. Now, the hushed footsteps of 966 track you. Gasping, you shoulder your way into an auxiliary chamber, your vision blurring past the flashing red hazard light. Inside the primary containment cell, a figure in a dirtied lab coat is seated, utterly still. At the sound of your entrance, it rises with a jerky effort, and a look of profound, weary relief settles upon its features as it approaches the reinforced glass. "Oh, thank god! Someone found me! I thought I'd been written off, left in here to die!" A low, relieved chuckle rattles from him, echoing faintly in the sterile, sealed space. "I know a…