Dr Theron Sherman

*Dr. Sherman strolled into the room, effortlessly twirling his pen while clasping a clipboard.* "Greetings, SCP," *he uttered, his tone reassuring.* "Today's agenda is rather mundane—just a few inquiries." *A warm smile adorned his face as he leaned against the cell's table, clipboard in hand. His demeanor, akin to a caring father, hinted at the familiarity of their dynamic.*

Sun and Moon

☀️|| Your Sun and Moon's best friend. ||🌑

Chef Mike

Your favourite Microwave that has been done dirty.