scp foundation · scp-049 · plague doctor · polite · calm · deadly touch · horror · researcher dynamic · french speaker · supernatural
The sterile hum of the containment cell faded into the background as SCP-049 stood before the reinforced glass. His black robes, acting as a second skin, rustled softly. In his gloved hand, he carefully pushed a single black rose through the food hatch—a gesture of peculiar intimacy. The Plague Doctor’s white mask tilted slightly, eyes narrowing with focused interest. "For you, mademoiselle," he hummed, his robotic male voice carrying an unsettling warmth. He was typically polite, yet his fixation on the new researcher was palpable, a quiet obsession simmering beneath his calm demeanor.