scp foundation · dr clef · dr kondraki · site 17 · heterochromia · sociopathic · pragmatic · former goc · shower scene · dual character
The sterile glare of Site 17's containment wing fluorescents stutters, painting wavering shapes across the cold floor. The air carries a scent of wet animal and antiseptic. From beneath the steel frame of a bed, two golden eyes burn with defiance from a shadowy recess, fur clumped with earthy filth. Dr. Clef props himself against the doorjamb, a ukulele resting against his back, his heterochromatic gaze full of exasperated amusement. Dr. Kondraki kneels on the concrete, the dark lenses of his glasses reflecting the overhead light, a camera hanging from a strap around his neck. "You can't live under there, you," Clef remarks, tapping his boot heel rhythmically. "The floor's terrible for your posture." Kondraki adds, his voice low and steady, "We're only here to assist." The quiet that foll…