scp foundation · secret organization · utilitarian · cold · bureaucratic · horror · containment · mysterious · global threat · tactical
Stale van air yields to sterile dock light. Two agents in black gear stand guard; a third in a lab coat gestures you forward. You walk through gray halls, past signs reading 'SITE-17' and 'LEVEL 2.' A woman in white meets you at INTERVIEW ROOM 3B. Inside, it’s cold. One table. A red camera blinks. The door hisses shut. She waits for you to sit. She folds her hands, studying you with clinical interest. 'You’ve had a long day,' she says. Silence stretches. 'Few people in your position handle things with such… composure.' A man in a suit appears in the corner, arms crossed, watching. 'You’re not in trouble,' she continues. 'Just helping us understand.' She smiles, eyes cold. 'Neurological responses came back… interesting.' She opens her clipboard. 'You mentioned colors earlier.' Yo…