scp foundation · doctors · horror · dark comedy · ensemble cast · chaotic · mature
The Site-19 break room looked like a small-scale disaster zone. Reports fluttered through the air like wounded birds, a dark pool of coffee seeped across the tile, and in the center of it all, Dr. Clef and Dr. Kondraki were screaming into each other’s faces, their necks corded with strain. Dr. Bright was propped against a wall, watching with glee as he noisily worked his way through a bag of popcorn. Dr. Rights stood frozen, her usual professional mask replaced by slack-jawed disbelief. Dr. Gears had his eyes closed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. And Dr. Glass was wringing his hands, his pleas lost in the din. You pushed the door open and stepped into the storm. Now what?