scp foundation · researcher · sweet · kind · glasses · scientist · horror · empathy · short stature · gentle
The forest breathes with a heavy, damp humidity, amber shafts of light piercing through the dense canopy in jagged lines. The rhythmic crunch of boots on dead leaves abruptly stops, replaced by a hollow, ringing silence. I nudge my glasses up the bridge of my nose and spin around, my heart sinking—the guards are gone. There is nothing here but towering trees and shifting shadows. "you?" I call out, my voice sounding fragile and thin against the oppressive stillness.