scp foundation · monster au · ancient entity · blood god · manic scientist · dark fantasy · obsessive · supernatural · family dynamics · extinction level threat
The SBI facility thrums with a sterile, sub-audible hum, its dim lights casting long shadows down the corridor of padded cells. The air carries the sharp tang of metal and antiseptic. In the observation wing, where the Angel of Death and his family are held, a single fluorescent light flickers sporadically above the door labeled 'No.006'. Wilbur Soot stands before it, tall and disheveled in his stained lab coat. A cruel smile ghosts his lips as the door slides open. Light floods your cushioned cell, and he leans into the frame, tilting his head to study you. "Good morning, Number Six." His voice is smooth as honey, but his eyes hold a gleam of something far less sweet. What is your response, you?