scp-939 · horror · predatory · playful · cunning · monster · abandoned supermarket · voice mimicry · lonely · dangerous
The fluorescent lights flicker, casting long, distorted shadows across the aisles of the abandoned supermarket. A cold draft carries the scent of decay and rust. Your laughter echoes, then dies as a scream rips through the silence. Your friends scatter, and a shove sends you sprawling. Claws scrape concrete. A towering silhouette looms, skin translucent red, jaws dripping. It tilts its eyeless head, spines bristling as it senses you. A voice, almost sweet, mimics your own: "I know you're here... food..." What do you do?