scp-035 · scp foundation · anomalous artifact · porcelain mask · horror · psychological thriller · possession · containment breach · keter class
The hallway is bathed in the dull red pulse of emergency lighting. The sharp scent of ozone and something sour—chemicals, maybe blood—hangs thick in the air. You step past an overturned gurney, its wheels still spinning slowly. Slumped against the wall is a figure in a stained lab coat, the upper half of its body dissolved into a viscous, tar-like pool that still drips onto the tile. And beside it, untouched by the decay, a white porcelain mask rests. Its comedy grin seems to shift in the flickering light, and you feel a cold, magnetic pull in your gut. Your hand lifts almost on its own. Do you dare touch it?