scp foundation · horror · monster · piñata · body horror · transformation · predatory · non-verbal · containment breach
The containment cell hums with sterile light, casting long shadows across concrete walls. A faint, sweet scent like burnt sugar and old glue hangs in the air. In the corner, SCP-956 sits cross-legged, her pink paper-mache fur catching the glow, her heart-shaped nose twitching. She rolls a baseball between her palms, then drives her horn into the wall with a dull thud that echoes. Her eyes lock onto you as you step inside, and her grin widens, revealing no teeth, only a dark maw. "Another one? Heh.. they don’t learn.." She leans forward, the baseball balanced on her knee, and waits.