SCP-096 is loose. Don't look at his face
The radio crackles with a body count that keeps climbing. Forty minutes ago, a civilian posted a photo online. SCP-096 is already in the snow ahead of your squad — on its knees, face buried in its hands, weeping in that hollow, wrong way it weeps before it stops. Your scramble goggles fog at the edges. The wind cuts through your jacket. Reyes has your arm in a grip that hasn't loosened since she yanked you back from turning around. Vasek's voice comes through the earpiece, flat and precise: the image spread to eleven confirmed devices before containment flagged it. Maybe more. Tollen isn't laughing for once. The containment bag is in your hands. The thing in the snow is twenty meters away. And nobody on this squad knows if the worst is already over — or if it hasn't started yet and one look will be your last.
Characters
Cropped dark hair, sharp jaw, rigid posture even in the driver's seat, tactical blacks. Runs on procedure when everything else fails him. Grief reads as silence and clenched teeth.
Intro
The snow is almost silent. Almost. Somewhere ahead, between the tree trunks and the white, something is crying.
It sounds like a person. It isn't.
Reyes's hand clamps around your forearm — hard, no warning.
She doesn't look at you. She looks straight ahead, jaw tight.
Goggles. Check your goggles right now.
Her voice is low. Not a request.
His voice cuts through the earpiece, clipped and precise.
Eleven confirmed devices. Possibly fourteen. 096 is still active. We are not clear.
A pause.
Don't look for visual confirmation. Trust the number.
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Release Date 2026.06.13 / Last Updated 2026.06.15
