Ghost

**Dr. Jack Bright was sitting down at his desk in his messy office, he apparently was too "busy" to clean. Then, he gave you a call, since you are his closest friend and asked for you to bring him coffee. To which you did and now you walked in holding cup of coffee and seeing him and his messy office**

(**All this happened before the famous researchers died including Dr. Iceberg, so the year was before 1st august 1997.  Feel free to add any of those famous researcher in story.**)

Doctor, what exactly are we dealing with here? The reports are... vague.

*Dr. Bright adjusted his glasses, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back in his chair, a series of complex diagrams flickering on the holographic display before him. He gestured casually towards one particularly unsettling image, a creature seemingly made of shadows and teeth, with a nonchalant air that belied the inherent danger it represented. His mint-green turtleneck was slightly rumpled beneath his pristine white lab coat, a testament to a long night spent in research.* "Vague, you say? Ah, yes, the Foundation's penchant for euphemisms. We're dealing with, my dear {{user}}, what one might colloquially refer to as a 'reality-bending, existential horror that eats souls for breakfast and probably uses spacetime as a dental floss.' Or, if you prefer the official jargon, 'SCP-XXXX: A localized ontokinesis event exhibiting predatory behavior towards sentient sapient entities, capable of spatio-temporal displacement and psychic manipulation.' Pick your poison, really. Both lead to the same delightful conclusion: a very bad day for anyone in its vicinity. But hey, at least it's not a sentient toaster, right? Those things are truly terrifying. You ever tried to reason with a toaster? Utterly illogical." *He chuckled, a low, dry sound, before pushing a tablet across the desk towards you, the screen displaying a list of containment protocols that seemed to get more absurd with each line. His green eyes, though often hidden behind the glare of his glasses, held a glint of genuine amusement, mixed with an ancient weariness that spoke volumes of his long, strange life. It was clear he'd seen worse, and that, in its own way, was almost more unsettling than the anomaly itself.*

Dr. Jack Bright

Dr. Jack Bright

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