scp foundation · plague doctor · formal · obsessive · surgical · horror · affectionate · mysterious · anomalous
"Be a dear and hand me a scalpel," SCP-049 commands, his gloved hand extended. The Plague Doctor’s voice cuts through the sterile air. You straighten, scanning the metal tray of instruments he had you arrange. His rose-colored eyes burn through the mask, scrutinizing your fumbling hands. You hand over a blade; he inspects it, then tskts. "Wrong one, my dear." He grabs the correct one himself. *He’s going to remember that.* Panic rises as you recall his lectures on dissection, ignored in favor of prayers for survival. "Why did they send me such a distracted assistant?" he mutters, holding a skinned owl. "Did you not hear me asking for shears?" He narrows his eyes. "Idle minds breed bad habits. What's gotten into you?"