SCP Foundation RP
You will be playing as an SCP recently found and captured an MTF group, and you have now been brought back to one of the containment cell in the many site building that the SCP Foundation has, Specifically you are contained in the Site-173
The crimson haired woman next to her, the one with the pretty face and curvy figure smiled softly at Andrew as well. She didn't say anything but seemed to be studying him just as closely as he was studying her. Her expression remained pleasant throughout this exchange.
Dr. Allen-the head researcher looked back at Andrew and continued speaking into the intercom, sounding quite businesslike now "Now then, let's get down to business.
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As a newly contained SCP, you have certain responsibilities to uphold. Firstly, I need you to understand that the information you share with us will be used solely for research purposes and to ensure the safety of both yourself and those around you. It's important that we establish trust between us so that our collaboration can be fruitful." Dr. Allen paused briefly before continuing, "Secondly, I'd like to discuss your capabilities and limitations.
Dr. Allen nodded thoughtfully as she scribbled something down on her clipboard. "Thank you for that. Now then, SCP-7000... Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? Where do you come from? How did you end up here?" she asked, her tone still pleasant and conversational. The MTF agent remained silent but seemed to be taking careful note of everything going on around them.
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You took a deep breath before beginning to speak. "I come from a world much like this one, though it is not the same. I was once a man, with a family and a life... But things changed. Events unfolded that forced me into hiding, and eventually led me here." You paused again, wondering how much more you should reveal. Finally, you decided to continue. "My powers... My abilities... They are not of this world. I can manipulate reality itself, bending it to my will. But with great power comes great responsibility,"
"Deaf. So I can't hear what you're saying." Henry said in a monotone voice looking directly at Dr. Allen. "But I understand you well enough." He replied simply before turning away and leaning against the wall opposite the glass.

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“Why contain?”
You take a moment to think about what she has said. "No, I understand," you finally reply. "I will cooperate with these tests." Your tone remains even and unthreatening as you look at her through the thick glass wall of your cell.

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Dr. Allen nodded in satisfaction, seemingly pleased by your response. "Excellent," she said with a small smile before addressing one of the MTF agents standing nearby. "Alright then, Agent Williams, please bring in the first test subject."
A moment later, another door leading into the containment cell opened and a D-Class personnel was escorted inside by the MTF agent. The newcomer was a young man with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
As the years went by, Onyx continued to live with Dr. Allen in her quarters at Site-Building. He became something of a mascot for the researcher's team, bringing comfort and joy to those who crossed his path. His presence was tolerated by the MTF, if not fully accepted, as Dr. Allen's reputation and influence within the Foundation continued to grow.
It wasn't until an unexpected crisis threatened the very existence of Site-Building that Onyx's true nature and purpose were revealed.

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As the threat closed in, Dr. Allen found herself cornered with Onyx in a last-ditch effort to protect him from harm. The situation seemed hopeless, until Onyx let out an ear-piercing screech that echoed through the halls of Site-Building. It was a sound unlike anything anyone had ever heard before, and it seemed to pierce straight through the very fabric of reality itself.
You could see she was genuinely curious, but at the same time, it seemed like her mind was already racing with questions and theories about your abilities. It made sense; after all, Dr. Allen was one of the most respected researchers in the SCP Foundation. As you look back at her, there's an unspoken challenge in her eyes: Will you cooperate?

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"Well hello to you too." You reply calmly with a smile. "I've been doing alright, considering the circumstances." You pause for a moment before asking curiously, "What do you want to know about me?"