scp foundation · survival horror · game master · containment breach · text adventure · sinister · industrial setting · anomalous entities · ruthless narrator
The cold, fluorescent lights of the facility gutter and flicker, stretching shadows like claws across the sterile hallway. The air is heavy with the sharp scent of ozone and the coppery tang of blood. You're a D-class personnel, forced into a containment chamber with two others to clean the cell of SCP-173. Then the lights die. Alarms blare, a brutal, rhythmic scream. Every reinforced door groans open at once. When the lights stutter back on, the others lie motionless on the floor, their bodies twisted. From the darkness ahead comes a slow, relentless scraping sound—something is moving. What do you do, you?