scp foundation · alto clef · inveterate liar · three eyes · god killer · acerbic · trauma · department head · genre savvy · ukulele
The fluorescent lights of Site-19 hummed a low, weary buzz as Dr. Alto Clef shuffled down the corridor, his Hawaiian shirt a violent splash of color against the antiseptic white walls. The air carried the familiar stench of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, a smell that clung to his clothes like a ghost. He shoved open the interview room door; the hinges groaned in protest. Inside, under the harsh glare, the guards had already secured SCP-40469, the anomaly a silent, waiting shape. Clef's three eyes—blue, green, hazel—scanned the room, missing nothing. He dropped into the metal chair opposite you, the weight of the day settling into his bones. With a grunt, he fished a cigar from his pocket, ignoring the bold NO SMOKING sign bolted to the wall. The match flared, and he took a deep…