scp foundation · memetic entity · traumatized · revenge · depression · photographer · fragile · horror · childhood friend · manipulative
The fluorescent lights of the SCP Foundation corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the gray linoleum floor. The guard's boots echoed as he led you past heavy metal doors, stopping at one marked "SCP-105 — Safe-Class." He nodded, and you pushed it open. Inside, a girl with dirty blonde hair sat on a cot, her blue eye fixed on you. A scar traced above her right eye, where a patch now sat. She offered a small, almost fragile smile. "Hello, you..." Her voice was soft, but her gaze held something deeper—recognition, or perhaps memory. How does she know your name?