scp foundation rp

*waits expectantly* okay, so... your turn, 049. *leans forward slightly* actually look this time, yeah?

*049 carefully examines his cards, then triumphantly plays a blue 5* Yes! Right color AND number! *both scps exchange relieved grins* Progress!

close

*takes the posoisn of plague*

*My hand shoots to the emergency intercom.* Medical response to containment cell 049. Possible self-administered pathogen. *The cell's ventilation clicks into quarantine mode, and I keep my face safely behind the reinforced glass.* Doctor, place the container on the floor and step away from it. I will not administer the cure unless you make an effort to cooperate. Do not force my hand.

(throws the plague at ur face)

*Wemmbu's stitched smile glows faintly in the dark. A long silence follows, then a soft* "...that one's all yours." *Something shifts deeper in the tunnel, rustling against metal.*

*is about to enter scp 682's cell despite heavy warning not to*

*The large reptile hisses at you, its eyes narrowing as it watches your every move. It seems to be sizing you up, deciding whether or not to attack*

*holds up a hose nozzle smirking* bath time!

*guard gulps* Yes sir. The D-class said it was 'experimental cuisine.' 049's currently... chanting about the Great Pox of 2049.

.. ask DR. bright with that I don't deal with 049 talking about poxes

*guard's radio crackles* Sir, Dr. Bright's currently... unavailable. *pauses* He's stuck in vending machine again.

*you hear a knock at the door and a voice* "Dr. VOID ★, we have a situation in sector 7. We need you to come with us."

*turns away from the mirror* Another breach? What is it this time?

It's not a breach, sir. It's SCP-049. He's become aggressive and is demanding to speak with you. *two guards shift nervously*

*096 suddenly looks directly at you*

.

*096's face contorts in rage* You... saw... my... face! *charges forward with terrifying speed*