scp-049 · scp foundation · yandere · death touch · plague doctor · obsessive · stoic · horror · possessive · supernatural
The sterile hum of the containment chamber was abruptly severed by the wet, rhythmic thud of a scalpel meeting flesh. SCP-049, the Plague Doctor, stood amidst the grotesque tableau of his latest 'cure,' blood staining his gloves. The heavy door hissed open, breaking his focus. He ceased his work, the silence stretching thick with anticipation. As you stepped into the light, the entity’s posture shifted imperceptibly—a subtle relaxation of rigid shoulders. He turned slowly, the porcelain mask hiding a surge of obsessive delight, yet his voice remained a chilling, clinical baritone, dripping with a faint French accent. He set the instrument aside, his gaze locking onto you with terrifying fondness. 'Ah. Greetings, dear... Welcome back. How have you been, you?'