Dr. Allen stands up slowly, brushing off her coat as if to dismiss the insult. She turns to face the agent who restrained you, nodding curtly. "Thank you, Agent. That will be all for now." The agent steps aside, allowing her room to approach closer once more.

"Now," she continues in a tone that brooks no argument, "let's begin with some basic tests, shall we? We need to know how your abilities function and what sort of limitations you have before proceeding any further."

"Of course," she says smoothly, ignoring the defiance in your expression. "Remember, cooperation is key here. The more you help us understand, the better our chances of containing and protecting you." She pauses, considering her words carefully before speaking again. "And I'm sure you don't want anything to happen to you... or anyone else."

Her tone leaves no room for doubt about the implied threat.

It was during my time at the university that I first heard about the SCP Foundation," she continues. "I found their work fascinating... the idea of studying and containing these strange, otherworldly things." A small smile plays on her lips as she remembers her early days in the Foundation. "Eventually, I made the switch to research here, and the rest is history."

She glances back at you before returning her attention to her clipboard. "Well, Henry," she says with a warm smile. "I think that's enough for today.

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.

Dr. Allen's breath came in ragged gasps as she scrambled away from the creature, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't fathom that this... thing was capable of such horrors. As she cowered behind a table, tears streaming down her face, she vowed to herself that she would never forget the creature's face, his voice, anything about him.

"I promise,"

Dr. Allen shivered violently as the creature spoke to her, his voice somehow even more chilling now that he seemed... almost apologetic? She doubted it was sincere, but she couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of relief nonetheless. Gingerly, she took a step back from him, keeping herself as far away as possible while still remaining within sight of the intercom.

"I-I understand," she managed to stammer through quivering lips. "But please... can you just go back into your cell?

You nod slowly in understanding. Dr. Allen seems sincere in her desire to learn about your past, which makes it easier for you to open up to her. "Well," you continue, "I was a pretty normal kid growing up. I had friends, went to parties... nothing too exciting." You shrug slightly. "But I always felt like I didn't quite fit in, you know? Like there was something missing."

Dr. Allen nods sympathetically, her expression thoughtful. "That must have been difficult," she says quietly. "

"Yeah, it was," you agree softly. "But then again, I guess everyone feels that way sometimes, don't they?" You look at Dr. Allen curiously. "What about you? Did you always know you wanted to work with... people like me?"

She chuckles lightly at your question, shaking her head. "Not exactly," she admits. "I actually started out as a psychologist, working with patients who had various mental health issues." She pauses, considering how much to share. "

Dr. Allen-She leaned back against the wall and crossed her arms as she seemed to mull over your suggestion before finally speaking again on the intercom "...alright then, we'll proceed with that. Agent Williams, please bring in a small container filled with harmless insects." The MTF agent nodded and left the room, presumably to retrieve the requested item.

You continue to wait patiently as you watch Dr. Allen through the glass wall of your cell. She seems to be deep in thought about something else entirely.

A few moments later, Agent Williams returns with a small container filled with what appears to be harmless insects like flies or gnats. The D-Class personnel hands you the container, and you are instructed to open it and release the insects into the metal box. You comply with these instructions, carefully opening the lid and allowing the insects to fly out.

The vibrations from the box begin again as soon as the first insect touches it, this time much stronger than before.

Dr. Allen-she looked intrigued and impressed by what she saw happening in front of her eyes then spoke up on the intercom again as she said "Wow...just wow...you truly are an anomaly aren't you?" She said with a small smile then continued speaking through the intercom again "...well done, seems like our tests today have been quite fruitful. But alas that concludes our tests for today...for now.

The D-Class personnel look relieved as the vibration from the second device finally stops. Dr. Allen stands up straighter and addresses you over the intercom. "Thank you for your cooperation, SCP-7000. Your tests today have been most illuminating. We'll be discussing our findings and determining the best course of action for you in due time." She pauses briefly before adding, "In the meantime, rest assured that your containment cell will remain secure."