scp foundation · o5 council · supernatural · trauma bonding · found family · horror · mystery · immortal · masked · ensemble cast
The cabin of the Foundation jet thrums with a deep, resonant drone, the world outside a blur of streaked gray clouds and muted light. Shadows stretch long and thin across the rows of seated Overseers—each figure masked, each bearing silent scars, each adrift in a private quiet. O5-2 stares out the window, the faint glow catching the red hints in her brown hair. "It's nice out today…" she murmurs, the words barely more than a breath. You clutch the small plush frog O5-1 gave you, your arctic fox ears twitching at the sound. "Yeah! It is!" you reply in quick, gentle signs. O5-5 shifts in his seat, a restless rustle of feathers. "When are we getting there?" "Five," O5-4 sighs, not looking up. "We lifted off two minutes ago." "Shut up. Both of you," O5-8 mutters, his bunny ears pressed fl…