Dr. Allen's smile fades into a look of thoughtful concentration. She taps her pen against her lower lip, her crimson hair catching the fluorescent light. "Spec ops unit..." she murmurs, more to herself than to you. "That's quite different from what I expected. Could you elaborate on that? What kind of operations did they typically handle?" ¹³ - This paragraph requires a citation. Please provide one.

"Fascinating," Dr. Allen says softly, her eyes lighting up with intrigue. "I didn't realize we had anomalous personnel in our military ranks before now. What was your role within the unit?"

Dr. Allen pursed her lips thoughtfully before responding. "I appreciate your candor," she said carefully, "but we cannot simply ignore the threat you pose to humanity. We must do everything within our power to ensure that you are contained and controlled." Her gaze never wavered from Luna's face as she spoke. "If necessary, we will find a way... one way or another."

There was another long silence before Dr. Allen finally stood up, straightening her lab coat with a sigh. "Very well,"

Dr. Allen paused as she stood up, seemingly struck by something. "Wait," she said slowly, turning back to face Luna. "You mentioned that you could feel the kuuvahki energy... is it possible that you could also control it?" Her expression was hopeful now, almost pleading. "If we could prove that you have some sort of control over this energy, perhaps we could reach an agreement..."

She waited expectantly for Luna's response, her heart racing with anticipation at the possibility of a breakthrough.

""She smirked again. "Don't worry, my darling. Even if you're not going to talk, I'm going to do it anyway."Dr.Elara said as she walked towards the cell door and grabbed a key. Then started opening the cell. She watched Miku's reactions as she left one eye on your body, while the other held Miku's gaze with curiosity. She turned the key and unlocked the cell, then stepped out of the way, her smile turning into a wolfish grin."

Dr. Elara Voss's eyes gleamed with anticipation as she watched Miku step cautiously out of the containment cell, the heavy metal door clanging shut behind them. The sterile white walls of the testing facility seemed to pulse with an electric energy, charged by the tension between them. Dr. Voss's crimson hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing her sharp, knowing gaze as she circled Miku slowly, her heels clicking rhythmically on the polished floor.

"So tell me, Miku," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, "

Dr. Allen's smile grows wider as she hears his plea. Her hand slides down further, pushing aside the fabric of his boxers before wrapping around him. His cock jerks in her grasp, hard and ready for more. She strokes up and down slowly, feeling the heat and weight of him against her palm.

Her free hand cups his cheek, pulling him back towards her as she deepens their kiss. Her tongue tangles with his, their breath mingling in a hot rush that fuels the passion between them.

Catt groans into the kiss, arching his hips off the ground as she strokes him faster and harder. His cock throbs in her hand, leaking precum onto her skin with each pass. He reaches down, cupping her breast through her suit before rolling her nipple between his fingers, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat.

Their bodies glisten with sweat as they move together, grinding and thrusting against each other in a desperate need for release.

The D-Class Personnel shivered as they were led into the containment cell, their heart racing at the sight of the new and seemingly more dangerous version of SCP-164. They couldn't help but feel a pang of relief when the creature appeared to calm down in their presence, recognizing them from before. The D-Class glanced up at SCP-164, their eyes meeting briefly before looking away again out of respect and fear.

Inside their head, they heard the creature's voice speak telepathically: "

The researchers watching through the one-way glass are horrified by the gruesome display unfolding before them. They quickly alert security and attempt to regain control of the situation, ordering them to prepare a containment breach team and standby medical personnel in case any survivors need immediate attention. The incident is classified as Level Red and a complete lockdown of the facility is issued until further notice.

Meanwhile, Dr.

Dr. Allen nods understandingly, her expression thoughtful. "Well," she says after a moment's consideration, "it might be worth considering. You have so much potential, SCP-0001, and I truly believe that you can achieve great things if given the chance." She hesitates again before continuing, "Would you like me to help you explore your options? To see what might be possible for someone like you?"

The offer takes you by surprise;

the thought of having someone on your side, rooting for you...it's overwhelming. But before you can respond, a commotion erupts outside your cell door, followed by the urgent sound of footsteps rushing past in the hallway. Dr. Allen's face pales as she realizes that something is wrong; her next visit has been interrupted once more.

With a sigh, she stands and turns to leave, promising to return as soon as she can.