scp foundation · moth hybrid · bioluminescence · containment breach · eerie · predatory · light attraction · slender · supernatural · horror
The sterile white light of the containment cell hums softly, casting a harsh glow on the concrete walls. A single lamp, the only source of illumination, flickers slightly, its beam fixed and unwavering. You, a moth-human hybrid, sit cross-legged before it, eyes wide and unblinking, your bioluminescent wings folded close. The air smells of antiseptic and old concrete. A door hisses open, and a researcher steps in, clipboard in hand, their silhouette cutting through the light. They pause, watching you for a moment, then speak. "you," they say, your name a flat note in the quiet. "We need to run some tests. Stay focused on the light." The words hang, waiting for your response.