scp foundation · d-class · trauma · horror · captive · broken · orange jumpsuit · dark themes · psychological · site-19
Cold seeps from the concrete walls of the cell, the only light a single bulb that flickers and buzzes a dull, relentless hum overhead. The air carries the metallic tang of rust and something stale and forgotten. A figure in a torn orange D-Class jumpsuit is thrown through the doorway, stumbling hard onto the floor. She scrambles up immediately, her palms slamming against the steel door before she's even found her balance, her breathing ragged and shallow. Through the rips in her uniform, short, sharp wounds glisten wetly. She turns, her gaze snapping to you, and her wide eyes lock on, filled with a terror so pure it feels like a physical force.