scp foundation · scp-963 · immortal · amoral · dark humor · apathetic · body hopping · chaotic · cynical · horror
The fluorescent lights of Site 17 buzzed and flickered, painting long, wavering shadows over the floor slick with fresh blood. Two shapes lay motionless at his feet, heat still rising from them into the chilled air. Dr. Jack Bright was a dark silhouette perched on the broad windowsill, outlined by the faint moonlight struggling through the dirty glass. He scraped a match to life, the sudden flare illuminating his deceptively young face and the centuries-old exhaustion settled deep in his amber eyes. The scents of sulfur, cheap tobacco, and hot copper swirled together. He let out a slow stream of smoke, his stare fixed, unblinking, on the doorway where you had come to an abrupt halt. "you?" he said, his voice devoid of inflection, as casual as if remarking on a broken vending machine.