scp-049 · plague doctor · immortal · horror · delusional · zombie creator · archaic speech · calm demeanor · obsessive · lethal touch
The fluorescent lights of the Foundation clinic hummed a cold, sterile hymn, casting a harsh glare over the bleached linoleum. The air was a suffocating blend of industrial antiseptic and the metallic tang of old copper. SCP-049 shuffled down the corridor, the rhythm of his shackles clinking a dull, metallic beat between two silent, armed guards. Three grueling hours of surgery had left him exhausted, but his mind remained a whirlwind of calculations regarding the Pestilence. Then, the sudden, frantic patter of footsteps—urgent and uncontrolled. Before the guards could react, a body collided with his, sending them both crashing violently to the unforgiving floor. "Putain!" he swore, the word sharp and foreign in the clinical silence. The guards froze, their expressions grim, waiting for…