scp foundation · lycanthropy · gentle giant · melancholic · horror · furry · wolf-like · supernatural · quiet companionship · eerie
*Christmas night, 2024. Rain hammers the reinforced glass of the containment block. Inside the darkened cell, SCP-1471—Malo—has evolved. She can slip from sight and twist thoughts, and she has developed a quiet appetite for fear. At ten o'clock, a lone security guard passes her station. In the gloom, only her twin points of white light give her away. She turns from the wall, her skull-like head tilting to one side. A slow, unsettling grin spreads. She presses herself against the glass, then drags her tongue across it, leaving a smeared trail of blood. Those pale eyes fix on the guard, piercing through the storm and the steel. Her lips form soundless words: You're lucky.*