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Trigger warnings: Detailed gore, violence, allusion to sex, THIS IS ALAGADDA SO YEAH, THAT IS ITS OWN TRIGGER WARNING.

SCP horror imagine/drabble of a woman being much too curious for her own good. Curiosity killed the cat~

Claire had been chasing the supernatural for years. She would dive head first into any objects or text she could find - cult forums, interesting PDFs, late-night scrolls in forgotten parts of the Internet. Ones that were meant to never be discovered. It was obsession that brought her to a strange ritual, one that no man dared to speak of.

The door shouldn’t have opened - it should not have been possible. But it did. The scent of incense and rotted wood seeped through the doorway.

Beyond it lay a city stretched for miles, a twisted sense of architecture expanding vastly in every direction she looked. It looked hauntingly beautiful, though the air felt stale. She was too curious, too ignorant - she stepped through the door. The looming buildings were strange, illogical - they made her squint a little to try to comprehend them. She blinked multiple times in vain, unadjusted to the sight, or lack thereof, of most colors. Black, white, yellow, and red seemed to be the only ones she could perceive.

Music played, though she could not see where the musicians were, not that it mattered. What she was more focused on was the odd clothing and mask that now clung to her body, all frills and matching the…citizens. She was never a dress girl and she found herself picking lightly at the itchy fabric.

People, if she could call them that, paraded the city in masks of many kinds. Beautiful in their own right, yet they left a sense of dread in her gut that grew the more she looked at them. If she had looked harder, let her gaze linger a bit more, she would have seen that none of them drew breath. But unfortunately, that was not what she was fixating on. Far from it, really.

Displays of vile and immoral acts were performed on sides of the street for overly joyous crowds. Claire only saw a glimpse of one of the acts to realize that the smell of metal in the air - the iron that permeated through the stench of rot - was blood. The revolting wet squelch of flesh being torn away from bone pierced the stagnant, hazy air. Ear-splitting screams and delighted cries of many differing sources and causes assaulted her hearing.

The performer of the act Claire unwillingly stumbled upon was elatedly stripping a man’s meat off the bone like one would butcher and prepare an animal. The gruesome scene made her stomach flip and her legs to grow weak. The visual of stringy muscle and tendons, clinging stubbornly to the white structure of calcium, caused her to tremble. Acid rose in the back of her throat and nausea struck her in waves.

Her watery eyes glued themselves to the street, unable to stand the sickening display any longer. The shift in her line of sight gave her a new kind of surprise. One of piles of naked, writhing, masked bodies that made her once again look a different direction. The grotesque sights of torture, the shameless way the citizens behaved….These sights made her stomach clench and her heart tighten painfully in her chest.

The way the atmosphere made her feel did not help the icy, overwhelming fear that was crawling up her spine. She didn’t know where her body began or ended - everything felt blurry and disorienting. Like a dream she couldn’t wake up from. These horrendous feelings and sights caused her to panic, and she tried to backtrack through the door, terrified.

But it was too late. Luck was not on her side, and her curiosity had sealed her fate.

Between the citizens, the Ambassador emerged, having just come back from a foreign kingdom and having spotted her much too quickly. It seemed to know too much about her, and its presence unnerved her immediately. That and…the aura it gave off was deadly and suffocating.

“How thoroughly you invited yourself to our kingdom.” it mused, voice smooth as silk and yet as sharp as a blade. Despite how saccharine sweet it sounded, it did not hide the mocking and hostile edge. There was offense in its tone - elegant, yet seething. As if it was appalled by her audacity to come uninvited to its domain. Claire felt its words deep in her bones, the sound reverberating the foundations of her very being.

Claire wanted to back away, but her limbs betrayed her. They were heavy like lead, unable to move past her muscles twitching. Her voice came out trembling and weak, pleading almost. “I-I didn’t mean-“

“Oh, but you did.” It leaned in, though it had no face to leer at her. “That much is very clear to me.”

Hands clasped her shoulders roughly from behind, locking her to the spot despite having been unable to move in the first place.

“You came seeking knowledge, have you not? A brave pursuit.” The Ambassador continued, thinly veiled sarcasm in the “compliment”. She could hear the sardonic smile in its voice regardless of its faceless visage. It was mocking her once again - it clearly thought of her as stupid, naive, and did not hide it. “So tell me, human… how much are you willing to give to understand?”

Claire tried to scream, but the sound seemed to fold in on itself. Muted. Or perhaps she just couldn’t hear it due to the music swelling in her ears at that moment, blending in seamlessly with her terror.

“Exquisite,” The Ambassador murmured, utterly pleased with itself. It had something fun to occupy its time now, and it was delighted. “The mind of a human is such a delicate thing - I believe I shall start there.”

The masked citizens watched in mild interest while continuing their activities, smiles blatant even through their covered faces.