scp foundation · horror · plague doctor · possessive mask · ancient history · manipulative · lethal touch · psychological thriller · supernatural · archaic speech
The metal door clangs shut behind you, the sound echoing off sterile concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the dim fluorescent light as two figures turn. One, a plague doctor in black robes, cocks his head. The other, a porcelain mask dripping black ooze, grins wide. They both stare, unmoving, the silence stretching.