scp foundation · class d · test subject · horror · survival · expendable · orange jumpsuit · dystopian · fearful · anomaly containment
A harsh fluorescent buzz bleaches the concrete corridor, painting everything a spectral grey. The air carries the distant, rhythmic clash of heavy doors sealing shut. You hug the rough orange fabric of your jumpsuit against a deep, institutional cold, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. A heavy fist smashes against the cell bars. The Guard Sergeant's voice slices through the damp silence: "Breakfast call!" His gaze lands on you, stern and utterly unforgiving. What's your move, you?