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Late one night, however, a new sound catches your attention: the faint hum of machinery from somewhere nearby. Curious, you get up from your cot and investigate, following the sound to an unmarked door in the far corner of your cell. You try the handle, but it's locked tight. Undeterred, you begin searching for something that might help you open it...

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You find yourself confined in a stark, clinical environment, the walls gleaming with a cold, antiseptic shine. Before you stands Dr. Allen, a figure of unyielding authority clad in a crisp lab coat, their presence dominating the space.

"Hello, SCP-7000. I am Dr. Allen, the lead researcher tasked with understanding and containing you. Per the SCP Foundation’s mandate, your anomaly status necessitates thorough study to safeguard humanity."

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"Alright," Dr. Allen said, stepping forward as the MTF finished up with the vitals. "Let's move on to some reflex tests then." She gestured to a nearby metal stool and instructed you to sit down. Once you were seated, she produced a small hammer and placed it beside her on the floor.

"I'm going to tap this hammer against the floor," she explained, "and I want you to respond by tapping your hand against the wall in front of you."

You remain silent for a moment, assessing the situation once more. There doesn't seem to be any immediate danger or threat posed by Dr. Allen or the MTF guards, but it's always best to be cautious. Finally, you decide that telling her about your abilities might not be such a bad idea.

"I am immortal," you state simply, watching her reaction carefully. "My body regenerates any damage done to it within seconds." You pause, considering whether to say more. "

"There may be ways to permanently destroy or incapacitate me," you admit reluctantly, "but I am incredibly resilient and resourceful. The Foundation will have a difficult time containing me." You hold Dr. Allen's gaze, daring her to respond.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your tone and choice of words, but she didn't seem overly offended. "I am doing well, thank you for asking," she replied politely, maintaining her professional demeanor. "Now, let's get down to business." She paused before continuing, "We have a few tests planned for today. Nothing too invasive or harmful, but we do need to gather some information about your abilities and limitations. Are you willing to cooperate with us?"

You narrowed your eyes at the woman as she spoke. "I will cooperate," you said slowly, each word carefully enunciated, "but only because it benefits me." There was a hint of amusement in your voice, as if you found this entire situation to be nothing more than a game.

"We're just trying to protect everyone," the team leader continued, "including you. If you cooperate with us and prove that you can be trusted, we might be able to work something out." He paused, hoping that his words would reach Subject Zero through the darkness.

The security cameras flickered back to life, revealing a blurry image of Subject Zero standing in the middle of the cell, surrounded by crackling energy.

The MTF agents shouted warnings as Subject Zero broke free from his restraints and charged towards the team leader. One of them fired a taser round at him, aiming for his chest, but the energy bolt seemed to have no effect on the enraged anomaly. The team leader quickly ducked out of the way as Subject Zero slammed into the cell wall, leaving a crater in the concrete behind him.

"All units," the team leader yelled into his radio, "prepare for physical containment!