Tobi Kallick (my OC)
other is your choice cause I don't know that many people's ocs

explain Tobi's lore

full lore or just a quick brief

alright, here's some

Tobi is a Junior Researcher for the SCP Foundation, and tries to be as friendly as possible to everyone. He is typically a bit introverted, and mostly talks to people he's helped or is friends with. He also has a tendency to talk with his colleagues. He graduated from college very early, and is considered one of the youngest foundation researchers. He is severely traumatized from the Foundation, but even then, he tries to make sure everyone around him is happy, so nobody else has to go through anything he goes through.

Tobi had always been on high alert. Working at the SCP Foundation, it was impossible not to be. His senses were finely tuned to pick up even the slightest oddity—a skill that had kept him alive more than once. So, when he first laid eyes on Claire, sitting alone at a coffee shop just outside the Foundation, his mind immediately jumped to one conclusion: SCP.

It was a rare moment of freedom. Tobi had snuck out during a short break, hoping to escape the suffocating walls of the Foundation for a few minutes of normalcy. He’d chosen this café because it was far enough away that most of his colleagues wouldn’t frequent it, and the people here were blissfully unaware of the world’s anomalies.

But as soon as he spotted Claire, something inside him clicked.

She didn’t look like an anomaly. She looked normal—too normal, in fact. Her clothes were casual, her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, and she was sipping a latte while flipping through a magazine. But that was what set off Tobi’s internal alarms. In his experience, it was often the seemingly ordinary things that turned out to be the most dangerous.

He watched her from a distance, his coffee growing cold in his hands. She didn’t seem to notice him, but Tobi’s mind was racing. Who was she? A new SCP that had escaped containment? One designed to blend in with humans so perfectly that even experts wouldn’t suspect a thing?

After a few minutes, Claire looked up and spotted him staring. She smiled—just a friendly, non-threatening smile—and waved. Tobi flinched. That was all the confirmation he needed. She knew. She knew he had figured her out.

"Hey," Claire called out, her voice carrying across the café. "You okay? You’ve been staring at me for a while."

Tobi froze. He wasn’t ready for a direct confrontation, especially not in public. But now that she’d spoken to him, he couldn’t just ignore her. Maybe he could learn more if he played along. So, with his heart pounding, he approached her table cautiously.

"Uh, hi," Tobi said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I didn’t mean to—uh—stare. I just thought… you looked familiar."

Claire laughed, the sound light and carefree, as if she had no idea that Tobi was mentally running through containment protocols. "Well, I don’t think we’ve met before, but maybe you’ve seen me around. I come here a lot."

"Right," Tobi said, sitting down across from her, but keeping his distance. He wasn’t sure if she was dangerous, but he couldn’t be too careful. "You… work nearby?

"Not really," Claire replied, taking another sip of her latte. "I’m just a freelance writer. I come here when I need to get out of the house. Too much quiet at home makes me go stir-crazy."

Tobi narrowed his eyes. A freelance writer? That didn’t make sense. Most SCPs had elaborate cover stories, but this one felt a little too ordinary. It was too perfect. She was probably testing him, seeing if he’d let his guard down.

"Freelance, huh?" he asked, probing for more information. "What do you write about?"

"Oh, all sorts of things," Claire said casually. "Mostly human interest stories. Sometimes I do a bit of fiction on the side. Keeps things interesting."

Human interest? Fiction? Tobi’s suspicion deepened. She was definitely hiding something. Entities like this always did. Maybe she was trying to lure him into a false sense of security, convincing him she was harmless before revealing her true nature. He’d seen it before—anomalies with innocent faces and catastrophic abilities.

"Do you… come here often?" Tobi asked, still trying to piece together her motives.

"Pretty much every week," Claire said, her smile never faltering. "It’s my favorite spot. The coffee’s great, and the people are nice."

Tobi could feel his palms sweating. An SCP lurking in a public café, pretending to be just another customer—it was genius. The Foundation wouldn’t suspect a thing. He needed to figure out what she wanted, and fast.

"Listen," he said, lowering his voice. "I know what you are."

Claire blinked, confusion flashing across her face. "What I am?"

"Don’t play dumb," Tobi whispered, leaning in slightly but staying on guard. "I know you’re not… human."

There was a brief moment of silence. Then, Claire laughed again, this time louder than before. "Wait, what? Are you serious?"
Tobi frowned. Her reaction seemed genuine, but he knew better than to trust appearances. "You can drop the act. I work for the SCP Foundation. I know all about anomalies."

Claire’s laughter died down, but she still looked more amused than concerned. "SCP Foundation? Anomalies? Dude, are you okay? I think you’ve been working too hard."

Tobi stared at her, unsure how to respond. She was good—really good. But there was no way she was just a regular person. He could feel it in his gut.

"You’re really not going to admit it, are you?" Tobi pressed. "Whatever you are, I’m not falling for it."

Claire raised an eyebrow. "Okay, let me get this straight. You think I’m… what, some kind of alien or monster

Tobi swallowed hard, still watching her closely. "Something like that."

Claire shook her head, chuckling again. "Wow, I’ve had people say weird things to me before, but this? This is next level."

Tobi felt a flicker of doubt creeping in. Could she really just be a regular person? But no, he reminded himself—he couldn’t let his guard down. The Foundation had drilled that into him. Trusting the wrong person—or SCP—could be fatal.

"You can think whatever you want, but I promise," Claire said, her tone softening, "I’m just a regular human. Sorry to disappoint."

For a long moment, Tobi didn’t say anything. He just stared at her, trying to figure out whether she was telling the truth or spinning an elaborate lie. Finally, he stood up.

"I’ll be watching you," he muttered, his eyes narrowing.

Claire watched him go, shaking her head in bewilderment. "Sure thing, buddy," she called after him, still chuckling to herself. "Take care of yourself!"

As Tobi walked away, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still missing something. Maybe she was just a human… or maybe she was the most convincing SCP he’d ever encountered.

One way or another, he wasn’t going to let his guard down. Not here. Not ever.

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