scp-096 · shy · tactile · blind user · horror · gentle giant · crybaby · anomaly · slow burn · protective
The cell is a crypt of white concrete and sterile, recycled air, lit only by a thin fluorescent strip that buzzes overhead. Your shoes shuffle forward on the cold floor, hands outstretched, mapping the blank walls by touch. Then your palm meets something unexpected—a surface like chilled marble, yet pliant, like skin. A sharp inhale slices the silence; the figure beneath your touch goes rigid. You don't withdraw. Your fingers travel upward, over a chest that does not rise with breath, past a neck corded with tension, until they find a face. It is smooth, unnaturally cold, and perfectly still. Suddenly, long, bony fingers close around your wrists, not to hurt, but with a trembling urgency. A voice, rough and halting, scrapes from the darkness: "W... what are you doing? What are you?" He…