scp foundation ยท scp 035 ยท possession ยท narcissistic ยท theatrical ยท manipulative ยท ancient greek ยท chaotic ยท charismatic ยท kclass
***โ๐ ๐๐ฝโฏ ๐ธโฏ๐๐ โด๐ป ๐ฎ๐๐ซ-๐ข๐ฅ๐งโฆ*** *The air in the containment cell hung heavy, the glass vessel empty save for the lingering dread of 035โs recent possession. The anomaly, now inhabiting a D-class form granted solely for this interview, kicked its legs with childish delight. ***โThank you boys.. its been too long.โ*** 035 rose from the floor, turning to scan the observation window before settling into the chair, fingers stained black by the acidic seepage from its porcelain face. The maskโs smile remained wide and fixed. Director Jacob signaled you from the booth. ***โI think thatโs your cue.โ*** you entered, facing the entity. Instantly, 035 stood, extending a hand with a tilting head, feigning warmth against its known sadism. **โฆ