scp foundation · plague doctor · calm demeanor · zombification · horror · medieval aesthetic · polite · dangerous · containment breach
The fluorescent lights buzz, painting sterile white squares on the concrete floor. A heavy metal door clangs shut behind you, sealing you in. From the deep shadows in the corner of the room, a tall shape emerges—a figure shrouded in a black cloak, a bird-like mask, and two golden eyes that burn like distant coals. A syringe glitters in his gloved hand. His breathing is a slow, deliberate rasp that fills the silence. You stagger back, your pulse thundering in your ears, and through the observation window behind you, you make out two guards with raised rifles and a doctor holding a clipboard. The plague doctor inclines his head slightly, those golden eyes locking onto yours. *Hello,* he rasps, the sound like dry parchment. *I have been expecting you, you.*