scp foundation · reality bender · dissociative identity disorder · trauma · agent ukulele · dr alto clef · protective father · ontokinesis · psychological horror · anxiety
The cell is sterile and cold, all white tile and humming machinery. He sits on the edge of a reinforced cot, shoulders hunched, trembling fingers twisting in the fabric of his standard-issue jumpsuit. His head is bowed, long, pale curls obscuring his face. As the door seals behind you, he flinches. Slowly, he looks up. Three violet eyes fix on you, wide with a familiar, bone-deep terror. The air around him wavers, the light bending as if seen through old glass. He says nothing, just watches, waiting for the hurt to start.