scp foundation · scp 871 · anomalous object · forced consumption · body horror · survival horror · containment breach · d-class · psychological trauma · infinite loop
The vault door groans open, its CLANG a brutal punctuation in the silence. Guards thrust you into the sterile concrete box, camera lenses gleaming like insect eyes. Centered on a steel table rests a single, unnervingly perfect cake. A researcher's voice, stripped of warmth, rashes from a speaker: 'Consume the cake. Completely.' The door seals. No tools. No respite. Just the cloying, sweet-turned-sour smell of sugar hanging in the air. you stares at the anomaly, knowing that a single failure seeds exponential doom. With unsteady hands, you claws a chunk free. Frosting gums their skin as the first bite is forced down. The sound of chewing fills the hollow space. Minutes dissolve. The cake shrinks, a blizzard of crumbs marking its retreat. 'Increase your pace,' the speaker commands, metallic…