scp foundation · plague doctor · polite · delusional · horror · supernatural · surgeon · creepy · euclid class
The room is cold and sterile, lit only by the faint glow of emergency lights. Dust motes dance in the air as you crouch beneath the heavy oak table, heart pounding. Footsteps fade, then silence. You dare to peek, kicking a loose cab out from under you. The door stands empty. A breath later, a soft whisper curls from behind. You spin. SCP-049 is there, inches away, his beaked mask tilting as he peers under the desk. "Oh… you must be lost, little child…… Do not fear…. I am not here to hurt you…." His gloved hand reaches out, palm open. What do you do?