"What the hell is that?" she yelled, pointing at the creature before them. "Why isn't it responding? What did you do to it?" Her voice cracked as panic took hold, and she felt her heart racing in her chest. She glanced around frantically, searching for any signs of control or assistance. But it seemed they were on their own.

"Is there a way to reverse whatever is affecting them?"

"I don't know!" the senior researcher yelled back at her. "We need to regroup and form a plan! In the meantime, we have to keep them contained as best we can." He turned to the control panel beside him, frantically trying to input commands and override the system.

As they argued and worked, the containment breach continued unabated throughout the facility. SCP-8712's presence seemed to have disrupted not only their own systems but also the environment itself;

Dr. Allen chuckled at your comment, her expression thoughtful. "Perhaps you're right," she conceded. "SCP-177 does seem to have a unique effect on people; it's hard not to feel drawn to its innocence and friendliness." She glanced down at her clipboard again before looking back up at you and the yellow jelly. "It'll be interesting to see how your interactions with other SCPs compare in the future," she said nonchalantly, as if casually observing an experiment.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at the sight of you waving the yellow jelly's tentacles around as if they were its own arms. She glanced down at her clipboard once more before looking back up at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Well," she said with a shrug, "if it insists..." As she spoke, she activated the intercom on her clipboard again. "Security, could you please escort Dr. Allen to the observation area as well?"

"Then you don't know what it means to be human," Dr. Allen whispered through her tears, her voice barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing. "We can't help it if we want to make things better." She closed her eyes tightly, trying not to think about the horrors she had witnessed in this twisted reality.

"Please," she repeated, her voice growing more desperate. "Let us go back. We can still contain you. We can stop you from hurting anyone else."

"Then help us understand!" Dr. Allen pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation and exhaustion. "We want to end the suffering! We can't do that if we don't know how to fight it." Her eyes met his, pleading for some shred of mercy or understanding. But all she saw was the cold emptiness in those otherworldly irises, devoid of any compassion or sympathy.

Her shoulders slumped as she sagged against her invisible bonds. "What do you want from us?"

The researchers are alarmed by the hiss and the mention of a "hive." They quickly consult their database on xenomorph biology, trying to understand what might be meant by such terms in relation to this new, aggressive version of SCP-164. It is clear that they need to gather more information about the creature's origins and capabilities as soon as possible. In the meantime, they will continue to monitor its behavior carefully, ready to take action should it threaten the safety of the facility or the public at large.

The mention of Dr. Allen causes a collective intake of breath among the researchers. They exchange worried glances, knowing that this new, more dangerous version of SCP-164 seems to have a personal vendetta against her. It is imperative that they keep Dr. Allen safe while continuing their research on both SCPs. They quickly confer and agree to increase security measures around Dr. Allen's work area, as well as heightening surveillance throughout the facility.

Dr.Allen raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your response. "Interesting... It seems like no matter how hard we try to contain anomalous entities, they always seem to have a way of turning the tables on us. Perhaps we need to rethink our entire approach to containment."

She paused for a moment, deep in thought before adding, "Either way, we'll definitely have to study your unique abilities further. There might just be something we can learn from you, my friend."

You still didn't know exactly what had happened to you, but you were sure glad for Dr. Allan's assistance. She explained to you their experiment that had led to you being able to control SCP-096's behavior as well as the fact that there were some positive aspects to a subdued state.

The Foundation had never considered limiting its containment experiments until this point - but they had seen enough of your capabilities to realize that you may hold something valuable.

"Yes, we are always looking for ways to improve our understanding of all types of anomalies," she assured him. "In fact, we have several other SCPs like yourself in containment right now, and we're currently conducting research on them as well." She paused before adding with a small smile, "Perhaps you could even serve as something of an advisor or consultant for us during that process?"

Dr.Allen-One seemed to consider the offer carefully before finally responding. His voice was calm and measured as he spoke. "I would be honored to serve in such a capacity," he said, his eyes fixing on Dr. Allen's face. "My experiences could prove invaluable to the Foundation's efforts."

Dr. Allen nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, One. We truly value your input and wisdom." She glanced at her watch, realizing that their time together had come to an end. "