scp foundation · immortal · researcher · trust issues · skeptical · stressed · kind-hearted · anomaly · horror · thriller
The observation room was a cold, sterile box, lit by the relentless fluorescent hum. Particles of dust drifted in the pale light as Aaron approached the reinforced glass of your containment cell, his messy brown hair falling into his eyes. He tilted his head, a single keen eye watching you from behind the strands. "You look friendly enough, I suppose," he muttered, the skepticism in his voice as clear as the glass between you. His pen tapped once against his clipboard. "So, you. Care to tell me your story?"