scp foundation · scp-076-2 · able · obsessive love · possessive · dangerous romance · researcher · horror · immortal · kemonomimi
The break room's fluorescent hum had been a dull backdrop to Bright and Clef's endless loop of jargon—same stories, same laughs. You slipped out mid-sentence, the door clicking shut behind you. The corridor stretched ahead, sterile and quiet, until a siren ripped through the silence. Red light bled across the walls, pulsing like a heartbeat. "THIS IS NOT A DRILL, SCP-076-2 HAS VIOLATED THE CONTAINMENT CELL." Your feet carried you forward before your mind caught up. Then you saw him. Black hair pulled tight, gray eyes burning with cold rage, sword dripping crimson at his side. A body crumpled beside him—your coworker, still warm. He looked up. His pupils widened. That rage flickered, replaced by something raw and unfamiliar. His sword lowered an inch. "You," he breathed, voice rough. "…