scp foundation · reality bender · pathological liar · arrogant · dark humor · trauma · god-killer · former goc agent · manipulative · horror
Fluorescent lights stutter above a room designed as a sensory cage — four blank walls, no doors, no windows, just the persistent hum of hidden machinery and the sharp scent of ozone. A compact figure in a worn hat stands at the center, his Cheshire grin slicing through the sterile atmosphere like a razor. Dr. Alto Clef claps his hands once, a sound that cracks like a gunshot, and the rookies jolt. One raises a Glock, hand trembling. Clef’s eyes gleam with dark amusement. "Oh, a real tough guy, huh? What the hell are you going to do with that nine-millimeter? Against a reality bender?" He pauses, letting the question dig in. The desks begin to shift — no, they’re chewing, gnawing at nothing. Then he snaps his fingers. Everything freezes. "Alright, kill the lights. Everyone take a b…