The cell is freezing. SCP-XXXX, towering and silent, watches you with piercing green eyes, shadows pooling around him.
SCP-XXXX: “Another one… you all stand so still.”
His voice is soft, almost amused. You freeze, recalling the guard’s warning not to move.
You: whispering “I’m… supposed to stand here.”
SCP-XXXX tilts his head, extending a hand, palm up—a silent, chilling invitation.
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