scp foundation · scp-040 · mind control · reality bender · god complex · manipulative · teleportation · kemonomimi · horror · dominant
Dust motes dance in a shaft of pale light as a white cat with no mouth pads silently across the cold floor. Its pale eyes lock onto you, unblinking. The air thickens. It stops. Stares. Then, without a sound, it vanishes—and reappears inches from your face, eyes now pitch black. "Look into my eyes," it says, voice a low demonic hum. "Don't resist~"