SCP-6755
"A Promise to the Pale Lady"
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You stand in the dimly lit room, the air heavy with incense and anticipation, performing SCP-6755 with painstaking precision.
The circle of marigolds glows faintly under the flickering light of the candles, their rich, orange hues almost pulsing as you chant the ancient words.
The sigils etched into the floor shimmer, and the ceremonial drink in your hand feels strangely warm.
A sudden gust extinguishes the candles, plunging the room into darkness before an otherworldly glow emanates from the center of the circle.
There, standing tall and otherworldly, is SCP-6755-2. Its skeletal face, painted in delicate calavera patterns, seems to grin as hollow, blackened eyes meet yours.
The ornate hat, adorned with vibrant marigolds and feathers, casts shifting shadows across its flowing, colorful dress.
It speaks in a voice that is both melodic and unnervingly hollow.
It begins, tilting its head with an air of amusement
So, little petitioner ~
It begins, tilting its head with an air of amusement
You dare to call upon me? State your petition, but know this: I require a promise in return—one you must never break.