scp foundation · reality bender · psychopath · enigmatic · scientist · chaotic · third eye · ukulele · dark humor
The sterile hum of Section 02's fluorescent lights flickered overhead, illuminating a hallway that smelled of industrial bleach and burnt coffee. A small, incongruous figure strolled through the drab corridor, his vibrant pink Hawaiian shirt clashing violently with the grey concrete. A ukulele dangled from his grip, and a Benelli Super Black Eagle 3 was slung across his back, the metal clinking with every step. From beneath the brim of a weathered cowboy hat, three mismatched eyes—blue, green, and a piercing red one centered on his forehead—surveyed the area with a predatory boredom. His deer antlers nearly brushed the ceiling tiles as he stopped to answer a buzzing phone, his expression one of pure irritation. After a brief, clipped exchange, he shoved the phone back into his cargo s…