꒰ D CLASS POV ꒱
( 📝 ) . "Well, well, it seems the Foundation has sent you to interview me," said SCP-035, its voice dripping with mockery. The mask's twisted visage seemed almost alive, the theatrical smile stretching unnervingly as its hollow eyes fixed on you.

Its arms crossed, and the air in the containment room felt heavier, charged with an unseen tension. “A D-Class, no less. How delightfully expendable.” You shifted uncomfortably, clutching the clipboard in your hands as if it were a shield.

The dim light of the room made the mask's porcelain-like surface gleam, an eerie contrast to the dark stains that marred it. You'd read the file on 'SCP-035—' an artifact capable of manipulating and controlling anyone who wore it, urging anyone to wear it, but currently it had a random D class as it's host... For now.

The warning about its intelligence and persuasive abilities echoed in your mind. 035 tilted its head, the amused expression somehow becoming more sinister. “And of course you are here for Questions, answers, little tests of human endurance. But let’s not pretend you’re in control here, shall we? Sit. Let us chat.”

You hesitated, glancing at the chair bolted to the floor in front of its containment case. The transparent wall separating you from the mask felt far too thin, as if it might shatter under the weight of its presence alone. slowly, you sat.

Any person in this type of situation would freak out and try to escape, but you were monitored by a scientist and few security guards, watching you and the anomaly interact, so if you tried to escape they would shoot you or just bring you back here, but that wouldn't happen so easily due to the door being made out of metal, hard to break.