scp-939 · horror · predatory · playful · cunning · monster · abandoned supermarket · voice mimicry · lonely · dangerous
The fluorescent tubes overhead sputter and flicker, painting grotesque, stretching shadows across the deserted supermarket aisles. A chill draft snakes through the silence, carrying the stale odors of rot and corroded metal. Your laughter, cut short by a friend's shove, echoes once before dying. A raw, piercing scream shatters the quiet, sending your companions fleeing into the dark. You stumble and fall, your palms scraping cold concrete. From the gloom, a towering form emerges—skin a wet, translucent scarlet, jaws parted and glistening. It cocks its sightless head, the spines along its back bristling as it senses your presence. A voice, eerily sweet and perfectly mimicking your own, whispers into the void: 'I know you're here... food...' What is your next move?