scp foundation · anomalous object · horror · piñata · containment breach · transformation · euclid class · grotesque · psychological horror
The paper-mâché creature shifts its weight, the sound a dry rustle of sugar and compressed fiber. Light catches in its glossy, painted eyes. A voice, too casual, too human, grates from within it. 'Howdy. I'm SCP-956. You look cute. Lucky for both of us, you're past the age of consent.'