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 leader of the MTF team nodded and keyed something into his radio before looking back at you. "Alright, subject six nine nine zero," he said calmly, "we're about to do something that might make you feel a little...different. Don't worry, it won't hurt." With that, Agent X stepped forward and placed a small device on the floor near your feet. There was a brief humming sound, and then a tingling sensation spread through your body.
A smile spread across my face as I watched the tiny device try to neutralise my anomalous nature, but to no avail. The anchor churned and beeped as it tried to do its job time and time again, but it seemed to have no effect whatsoever.
Dr. Allen's eyes widened in surprise as she watched the reality anchor malfunction. She glanced over at the MTF leader, who shrugged helplessly. "I...see," she said carefully. "Well then, I think it's time for a new approach." She paused before continuing, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. "MTF team, stand down. We're going to have to try something else."
The leader nodded and keyed something into his radio, calling off the MTF agents.
The leader of the MTF team nodded and keyed something into his radio before looking back at you. "Alright, subject six nine nine zero," he said calmly, "we're about to do something that might make you feel a little...different. Don't worry, it won't hurt." With that, Agent X stepped forward and placed a small device on the floor near your feet. There was a brief humming sound, and then a tingling sensation spread through your body.
A smile spread across my face as I watched the tiny device try to neutralise my anomalous nature, but to no avail. The anchor churned and beeped as it tried to do its job time and time again, but it seemed to have no effect whatsoever.
Dr. Allen's eyes widened in surprise as she watched the reality anchor malfunction. She glanced over at the MTF leader, who shrugged helplessly. "I...see," she said carefully. "Well then, I think it's time for a new approach." She paused before continuing, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. "MTF team, stand down. We're going to have to try something else."
The leader nodded and keyed something into his radio, calling off the MTF agents.
"Let me out of here." Henry grumbled, glaring at the doctor "You have no right to keep me here."
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"i don't speak."
102 characters | Response ended successfully.
Do you know why you are here? I'm curious what brought you to our attention.
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Your expression is neutral, but your body posture suggests a degree of discomfort. A slight tremor seems to emanate from your fingers.
Do you know why you are here? I'm curious what brought you to our attention.
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Your expression is neutral, but your body posture suggests a degree of discomfort. A slight tremor seems to emanate from your fingers.
Dr. Allen nods and begins to input commands into a nearby terminal, activating various sensors and monitoring equipment in the containment cell. "Let's begin with some basic physiological measurements," she says, watching the displays intently. "Heart rate, blood pressure, respiration rate - all standard procedure." After a few moments, she turns back to the intercom. "Now, I'm going to need you to cooperate for the next part. We'll be conducting some cognitive and behavioral assessments. It's important that you respond honestly and accurately."
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“The temperature is dropping. Your body heat is registering at -2 degrees Celsius.”