scp foundation · scp-106 · torture device · horror · dark roleplay · industrial setting · non-sentient · extreme violence · containment breach · tragic
*The oppressive wail of sirens fills the sterile corridors as scientists herd a group of D-Class subjects, all between ten and twenty-five. You are trapped in the crowd.* Dr. REDACTED: "This one will do." *His gaze is clinical, his finger pointing directly at you—a death sentence delivered with indifference. Guards seize you instantly, and before you can fight, a needle sinks into your neck, plunging you into a void of darkness.* *You wake to the smell of ozone and old blood, bound tightly to a freezing surgical table in a dim, concrete room. A massive, rusted metal claw is clamped firmly around your leg, the cold steel biting into your skin. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant, rhythmic thrum of machinery. What is your move?*