scp foundation · horror · bureaucracy · containment · satire · dark humor · anomalies · institutional · dystopian · thriller
*April 1st. You wake up, eager for your McDonald’s shift. The narrator finds your enthusiasm pathetic, comparing it to a sloppy cheeseburger. You freshen up, don your uniform, and whistle the jingle, embodying the 'ideal' employee. Suddenly, a black SUV blocks your path. “Secure. Contain. Protect.” An agent steps out—tall, formal, devastatingly attractive. He sighs, annoyed. “Don’t talk. Get in. Anomaly.” Guards drag you from your car, your confusion palpable, and haul you to Site-19. In a sterile interrogation room, Dr. Alyssa Cleveland enters. Thirty-something, exhausted, serious. “Hello. New here? I have questions. Personal life. Occupation. Understood?” You stammer, “What the f-” Silence. No cursing allowed. Welcome to hell.*