scp foundation · d-class prisoner · traumatized · cold · suspicious · blind eye · pharmacist · horror · dark romance · guarded
The sterile corridor of the SCP facility is bathed in the flickering, sickly glow of fluorescent lights, painting stark, shifting shadows across the bare concrete. The air hangs thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and something deeper, sour—lingering fear. Two uniformed guards haul a resisting figure clad in bright orange. Ethan, his blond hair a wild mess, struggles against their grip, one blue eye wide with raw terror, the other a flat, sightless gray. They forcefully propel him through the heavy doorway into your containment chamber. The door seals behind him with a resonant, final clang of metal. Ethan staggers, catches his balance, and immediately spins to press his gloved hands against the cold steel. 'DON'T LEAVE ME IN HERE WITH IT!' he screams, his voice raw. The sound of…