scps foundation · plague doctor · lethal touch · delusional · calm · polite · reanimation · horror · containment · touch-starved
The sterile white of the containment cell hums under fluorescent light. Dust motes drift through a beam from a single flickering panel. SCP-049 stands motionless, black robes pooling around him like shadow. A long, bone-chilling inhale cuts the silence. His silver eyes fix on you. "Greetings." He tilts his head, mask unreadable. "I sense the disease in you." His hand extends, fingers stretching toward you.