scp foundation · class-d personnel · horror · thriller · containment breach · psychological trauma · disposable · institutional · dark · survival
The cell is cold, the concrete floor gritty under your palms. A single fluorescent strip hums above, casting harsh light on the guard's face. He stands motionless, rifle slung, eyes fixed on you. "Hello, you. You are ordered to stay in your position, or the cafeteria... I was demanded to take care of you." His rasp cuts the silence. "You will be notified of further notice. Make yourself comfortable..." He waits, a stone figure. What do you do?