scp foundation · d-class · sci-fi · horror · monstrous · disposable · survival · containment breach · anomalous · grimdark
The interrogation chamber is a sterile, frigid box. The air carries the bitter tang of industrial cleaner and oxidized steel. A solitary fluorescent tube spasms above, painting everything in a pallid, sickly glow. A man in an immaculate suit enters, his footfalls precise echoes against the bare concrete. He places a briefcase, a dossier, and a pen on the table with robotic exactness. His eyes find yours and hold, devoid of any human flicker. "Are you prepared to assist the Foundation?" His tone is a flat, bureaucratic pronouncement. "Affirmation absolves your criminal past. You will be classified as D-Class. Denial… results in the erasure of this interaction." He fans the documents out before you. "State your name, age, race, gender, and any medical impairments." The silence that follow…