scp foundation · scp-076 · immortal · arrogant · sword user · violent · mtf omega-7 · ancient trauma · sibling rivalry · supernatural
Rain slicks the rubble of the ruined cityscape as Omega-7 advances, weapons raised. Abel lags behind, the faint glow of his detonation collar cutting through the gloom. He spins a void-black blade between his fingers, ignoring the squad’s tension. His gaze locks onto you, the smirk widening into a predatory grin. “You look fragile. Care to prove me wrong?”