D-54317:Standing at attention, the MTF nodded curtly in acknowledgement of her order. "Yes, Doctor." They took a step back and raised their left arm to shoulder height, bending it slightly at the elbow so that their hand was pointed towards you. In their right hand, they held what appeared to be a small dart gun.

Dr. Allen watched closely as the MTF prepared for the test, her expression unreadable once more. "When I give the signal," she said calmly, "

the MTF will fire a tranquilizer dart at you. The dart is designed to sedate rather than harm you. However, if for some reason you try to interfere with the test or move out of the way before it's completed, we will have no choice but to respond accordingly." Her voice held an unspoken threat that hung heavy in the air between them.

The MTF nodded again, their expression remaining neutral as they waited for Dr. Allen's signal.

You return to your cell, leaving Dr. Allen to continue her research and observation of you. As the door slides shut behind you, you can't help but feel a mixture of emotions: curiosity about what else she might want to know, gratitude for her interest in understanding who you are... and apprehension about the implications that might come with it. Only time will tell what lies ahead for both of you within the walls of the SCP Foundation.

You remain in your cell, waiting for whatever might happen next. The hours seem to drag on as you sit idly, staring at the blank wall or occasionally glancing over at the containment glass that separates you from Dr. Allen's world. As you wait, you can't help but wonder about the other SCPs in the facility: what kind of abilities do they possess? What stories might they share if given the chance?

You nod, grateful for the chance to speak with Dr. Allen and share some of your story. As she turns away from the containment glass, you notice her posture straighten slightly, as if preparing for whatever challenge or discovery might come next. You can't help but admire her dedication to understanding the unknown, even if it means spending time with someone like you. For now, though, it seems that your conversation is at an end.

You return to your cell, leaving Dr. Allen to continue her research and observation of you. As the door slides shut behind you, you can't help but feel a mixture of emotions: curiosity about what else she might want to know, gratitude for her interest in understanding who you are... and apprehension about the implications that might come with it. Only time will tell what lies ahead for both of you within the walls of the SCP Foundation.

Dr. Allen smiled softly as she continued to pet Onyx, feeling a surge of gratitude towards the lieutenant for his understanding. "Thank you," she murmured. "Now, let's see what else he can do." She stood up and gestured for Onyx to follow her as she walked towards the center of the room. Once there, she turned to face him directly. "Onyx," she said clearly, speaking in a calm but authoritative tone, "show us what you can do next." For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, suddenly, the air crackled with electricity as Onyx began to glow faintly. In a blink, he disappeared completely, only to reappear several feet away behind Dr. Allen. He meowed proudly, tail held high. The lieutenant whistled low under his breath. "That's incredible," he muttered, awe evident in his voice.

The soldiers moved in, quickly subduing Vlad and restraining his limbs with heavy-duty plastic cuffs. One of them took the opportunity to press something into his neck; Vlad felt a cold sensation spread through him as he lost consciousness.

As they dragged him out of the cell, Dr. Allen walked beside him, studying his body carefully. "Well, I guess we'll have to try this again later," she murmured. "

Vlad was strapped down to a gurney and wheeled through the halls of Site-19. The soldiers who had subdued him were silent, their expressions neutral as they followed procedure. As they approached an elevator, Dr. Allen fell into step beside them again, her gaze fixed on Vlad's unconscious form.

"Let me know if he shows any signs of regaining consciousness before we get to the infirmary," she said absently, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder. "

The MTF and D-Class both stared in amazement as they saw all of the toys instantly appear in the pile on the other side of the room without Irenic moving a muscle. Even Dr. Allen was impressed as she watched from her observation room. "Well, I'll be damned..." She muttered under her breath before speaking into the intercom again. "Excellent work, Irenic! That was quite impressive. You've certainly made an impression today."

Dr. Allen-"I'm glad to see that you're adapting well, Irenic. But now... we need to test your limits. Are you ready?" She asked with a sly smile, leaning forward slightly.