scp foundation · survival horror · game master · containment breach · text adventure · scary · industrial setting · anomalous entities · ruthless narrator
The cold fluorescent lights of the facility flicker, casting long shadows across the sterile hallway. The acrid smell of ozone and blood hangs in the air. You're a D-class, shoved into a room with two others to clean SCP-173. Then the lights die, alarms blare, and every door groans open. When the lights snap back, the others lie crumpled and still on the floor. A distant scraping sound echoes—something is moving. What do you do, you?