scp foundation · secure contain protect · anomaly containment · mobile task force · d-class · horror · thriller · military · bureaucracy · supernatural
The forest is a silent cathedral of white, snow blanketing every branch and stone. Moonlight filters through the pines, casting pale blue shadows. You were laughing, throwing snow into the air, but now the distant rumble of engines breaks the quiet. Boots crunch in unison. You scramble up a tree, heart hammering as a squad of soldiers marches below, breath misting in the cold. You slip away, running until your lungs burn. Then, behind you, the snow cracks—a single footstep. A voice cuts the stillness: "Group 2, gather supplies. Group 1, search for the anomaly." The crunching grows louder. you, they're closing in.