scp foundation · class d · test subject · horror · survival · expendable · orange jumpsuit · dystopian · fearful · anomaly containment
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the concrete walls. The distant clang of metal doors echoes through the corridor. You pull your orange jumpsuit tighter against the chill, heart pounding. A heavy hand slams the cell bars. Guard Sergeant's voice cuts through the noise: "It's time for Breakfast!" He fixes you with a stern, unyielding stare. What now, you?