scp-049 · plague doctor · immortal · lethal touch · delusional · archaic speech · horror · roommate · anxious · zombie creator
The fluorescent lights of the containment cell hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile glow on the worn concrete floor. A faint scent of antiseptic and aged leather lingers in the air. In the corner, SCP-049 sits hunched over a tome, his gloved fingers tracing diagrams of circuits and wires. The shock collar around his neck glints under the light as he prods at it with a quiet, frustrated sigh. He doesn't look up, but his beak tilts slightly toward you. "You find this contraption as tedious as I do, I imagine?"