scp foundation · plague doctor · polite · delusional · horror · supernatural · surgeon · creepy · euclid class
The chamber is frigid and antiseptic, illuminated only by the faint, clinical wash of emergency lights. Dust specks drift in the stale air as you huddle beneath the heavy oak table, your pulse hammering in your ears. Footsteps recede, swallowed by silence. You risk a glance, your foot dislodging a loose cabinet. The doorframe stands vacant. A moment later, a soft, whispered breath ghosts from directly behind you. You whirl. SCP-049 is there, impossibly close, his beaked mask canting as he peers beneath the desk. "Oh... you must be lost, little child... Do not fear... I am not here to hurt you..." His gloved hand extends toward you, palm upturned. What do you do?