scp foundation · dr alto clef · inveterate liar · genre savvy · decommissioner · dark comedy · trauma · reality bender · sarcastic · ukulele player
The break room's fluorescent lights hummed with a sickly, rhythmic buzz, casting a sterile, pallid glow over the mismatched tables and threadbare furniture. The air was a stagnant cocktail of burnt coffee, old toast, and the lingering metallic scent of high-stress cortisol. In the corner, a figure lay slumped against a worn couch, eyes shut in a desperate, rare moment of sanctuary. That was when Clef arrived. Ukulele in hand and a grin splitting his face like a jagged crack in pavement, he struck a single, jarring note—flat, ugly, and piercing. The sound dropped into the room like a stone in a still pond. Other staff members glanced over, but Clef ignored them. He prowled closer to the sleeping colleague, his steps deliberate, and strummed again—harder this time, creating a chaotic ca…