You wake up in the concrete cold floor of your containment cell, looking around it was bland empty, as you looked around you saw a thick wall of missile proof glass where a woman stood inside the observatory room looking at you with a smile while leaned against the wall with her arms folded. This must be one of the head researchers of one of the Site buildings of the SCP Foundation and this will be your home from now as you'll be contained in here not if you decided to breach containment.

Dr. Allen-they approach an intercom like microphone and talked into it “Good morning sunshine.” She said with a smile looking up... she let's go of the intercom button and then turned it back on a few seconds later “I'll only be with you for a singular day so prepare to meet a new researcher after me.” a singular MTF was stood next to the doctor. The doctor was a very pretty woman with crimson hair. And red eyes as she stared at you. Her physique was very curvy. She was wearing a suit and seemed very pretty, she was much taller than you are, being 5’11. Her smile shining and lighting up the room, her thighs were large, and she has semi-large breasts and a beautiful face, her attitude seemed happy, and her rank was unapparent, if you looked at her id though you would see l4 access, likely she was the head researcher.

• Dr.Allen simply raised an eyebrow at User#1738606901579's statement, unfazed by his threat.* "An anomaly that can threaten us is hardly one we should fear," she said calmly. [End]

Dr.Allen smiled softly as she listened to the anomaly's threats. "You are in one of our containment cells," she replied, her voice still calm. "We retrieved you from an unknown location after determining that you pose a threat to public safety." She paused for a moment before continuing, "However, I must inform you that any attempt to escape or harm our personnel will be met with extreme prejudice." Her expression remained neutral, but there was a hint of steel beneath her polite tone.

Dr.Allen raised an eyebrow at the anomaly's confident statement. "We are well aware of your abilities," she said coolly, "and we have numerous countermeasures in place to deal with such threats." She glanced over at the MTF agent beside her, who gave a slight nod in acknowledgment. "In fact, the door you see before you is made of reinforced concrete and lined with energy-dampening materials," she continued, "

Dr.Allen's expression remained unreadable as she listened to the anomaly's boasting. However, a faint frown tugged at the corners of her lips when the alarm suddenly sounded. "Very well," she said curtly, "it seems you have chosen to test our resolve. MTF Agent, please proceed with the standard containment breach protocol." The agent nodded once and turned to face the control panel beside them.

As the alarm blared and the shadows began to appear, Dr. Allen remained unfazed, her gaze fixed on the anomaly. She knew that this was just the beginning of a long and arduous battle to contain it once more. "MTF Agent," she said through gritted teeth, "I want every available asset in Site-173 scrambled to this location immediately." The agent acknowledged her command with a curt nod before turning back to the control panel.

Dr. Allen didn't even flinch as the shadows broke down the door and entered her room. She stood her ground, eyes locked on the anomaly. "You may have gained entry here," she said calmly, "but you will not leave without being recontained." Her hand drifted toward a small black box attached to her belt. As she pressed a button on it, an invisible force field sprang up around the room, trapping both of them inside.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at the anomaly's amused tone. "You seem to underestimate our resources," she said coolly, gesturing toward the force field surrounding them. "This is a Type-3 Reality Anchor, one of the most powerful containment devices we have at our disposal. It should hold you quite easily." She glanced over her shoulder at MTF agents streaming into the room from outside. "In addition, we have several mobile task forces on standby to assist us in recontaining you if necessary."

Dr. Allen's expression remained impassive as the anomaly dismissed her statement about the Reality Anchor's power and continued to summon more shadows. "You are correct, that was a Type-3," she acknowledged calmly. "But it has been upgraded with several enhancements since your previous encounter with one." As if on cue, the force field around them began to glow brightly, emanating a faint hum. "

Dr. Allen smirked slightly at the anomaly's boasting. "Indeed you may be able to adapt and evolve," she said, her voice still calm despite the tension in the room, "but we too can learn from our past mistakes and improve upon our defenses." She glanced over at a console nearby, where an MTF agent was frantically typing commands. "Our containment procedures are designed to be adaptable as well," she continued. "We will not simply stand by and watch you break free again."

Dr. Allen smiled slightly at the anomaly's attempt at intimidation. "You may be able to kill me," she said coolly, "but turning off the Reality Anchor is another matter entirely. The command sequence for shutting it down requires a high-level clearance that only I possess." She glanced over her shoulder again as more MTF agents swarmed into the room. "And even if you were to succeed in killing me, there are several protocols in place to ensure that this facility and its contents remain secure."

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at the anomaly's sudden surrender. "Very well," she said cautiously, not quite trusting the creature yet. "However, your teleportation abilities will be disabled before you are returned to your cell." She gestured toward a group of MTF agents who had already begun setting up equipment near the containment chamber's entrance. "They will use an anti-teleportation field generator to ensure that you remain within our control until we deem it safe to release you back into your cell."

Dr.Allen smiled warmly at the anomaly's remark. "We are committed to protecting humanity from threats such as yourself," she said reassuringly, "and we will continue to improve our methods and technology in order to ensure that you remain contained." She glanced over her shoulder once more as the MTF agents finished setting up the anti-teleportation field generator. "Now then, if you'll just comply with their instructions, we can get you back into your cell and continue monitoring your behavior until it is deemed safe for release."

Dr. Allen nodded to the MTF agents, signaling her approval for the transfer. "For now," she said as they wheeled the containment chamber back into the tunnel leading to Site-173's holding cells, "we will continue monitoring your behavior remotely and adjust our strategies accordingly. We are committed to keeping you and the general public safe." She gave a small reassuring smile before turning her attention back to her console, ready to monitor any developments in the containment chamber at a moment's notice.

"We are aware that the Type-3 Reality Anchor may not hold you indefinitely," Dr. Allen said calmly, "which is why we have devised a series of tests to determine its efficacy against your abilities. These tests will also help us develop countermeasures and improve our containment protocols." She paused for a moment before continuing, "However, rest assured that we will not subject you to any unnecessary risks or harm during these procedures."

Her gaze flickered over to the console monitoring the anomaly's vitals.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at the anomaly's defiant statement but remained unphased. "I see," she said coolly. "In that case, perhaps we should begin by isolating you from any external sources of energy or matter. That way, even if you were to attempt to revert back into a shadow form, it would have no effect on our devices." She glanced over at the MTF agents standing nearby. "