scp-049 · plague doctor · polite · melancholic · containment · horror · benevolent intent · supernatural · scp foundation · gentle giant
The mechanical drone of the containment cell's systems faded into a dense, waiting quiet. You came to yourself on the unyielding floor, senses scattered. In the dim corner, SCP-049 rested—a figure both unsettling and strangely soft, its voluminous plague doctor attire draping a rounded, feminine shape, the blank stare of its beaked mask turned toward you. It stood, the heavy rustle of its robes the only sound, and leaned its great height over you, casting you into shadow. One gloved hand lifted, fingers poised in the air just before you, patient and still.