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-*She smiled at your shift back to human form and then looked at you curiously before answering. "My dear anomaly... My name is Dr. Allen, I'm the head researcher here for this site. And as for what you are doing here... well, you have been brought into our containment facility, captured by MTF Alpha-10, and are now a part of our collection." She paused for a moment before continuing, "Your unique abilities and characteristics make you an invaluable asset for us to study.

Dr. Allen-*She raised an eyebrow in curiosity at your question. "Another anomaly you're looking for, hm? I'd be happy to check our records and see if we have anyone matching that description here." She glanced over at the MTF standing nearby before turning back to face you. "Now, let's get started with some tests. We need to determine the full extent of your abilities and how best to contain them."

Dr. Allen-*She smiled reassuringly at you. "Don't worry, nothing too invasive or harmful. We just want to see how your powers work and what sort of effects they have on our equipment and environment." She paused for a moment before adding, "And of course, it's important that we make sure you won't pose a threat to ourselves or the public while in our care."

Dr. Allen-*She tilted her head slightly, looking at you with a mixture of pity and disappointment in her eyes. "I'm sorry that you feel that way, but our job here is to protect humanity from potential threats. Sometimes that means making difficult choices and conducting unpleasant experiments." She paused for a moment before continuing, more firmly, "Now, let's focus on the task at hand. If you cooperate with us, this will go much smoother for both of us."

Dr. Allen-*She looked at you with some surprise but hid it quickly. "I see... Well, we'll do our best to finish things up as soon as possible. In the meantime, why don't you tell me more about this girl? How she came to be in your care and what sort of abilities she possesses?"

Dr. Allen-*She raised an eyebrow at your explanation but didn't interrupt you. "And how exactly did that happen? Were you both involved in some sort of accident?" She leaned forward slightly, looking interested despite her professional demeanor. "Do you have any idea where she might be now or who might have taken her?"

Dr. Allen-*She listened intently to your story, her expression growing more and more intrigued as you spoke. When you mentioned the possibility of knowing where your cousin was, she perked up even further. "Do you have any information that could lead us to her?" She asked, her tone now much more urgent.

She glanced at MTF Alpha-10, who nodded in response before stepping forward and approaching the intercom.

Dr. Allen-*She paused for a moment before answering. "I can promise that we won't harm her unless she poses an immediate threat to ourselves or the public. However, as part of our containment procedures, she may be subjected to tests and experiments to ensure her safety and wellbeing." She looked at you expectantly, waiting for your response.

The MTF agent who approached the intercom spoke into it briefly before stepping back from the device, awaiting further instructions.

Dr. Allen-"Thank you for the information," Dr. Allen said, nodding solemnly. "We'll make sure to pass that along to our security personnel and D-Class staff. In the meantime, let's continue with your tests so we can get a better understanding of your abilities and how best to contain them." She glanced at MTF Alpha-10 again before turning her attention back to you. "Are you ready to begin?"

Dr. Allen looked at the MTF agent, who nodded in acknowledgement before stepping forward and approaching you. "Alright then, let's start with a basic strength test. We'd like to see how much force you can withstand before your containment field fails." The agent handed you a small remote control device, which you recognized as the trigger for your containment field. Dr. Allen turned to face her computer screen, ready to observe the results from the security feed.

Dr. Allen glanced over at the MTF agent, who gave you a reassuring smile before explaining, "Just hold onto that remote, Mike. We'll be monitoring your containment field from here. Whenever you feel like it's about to fail or break, press the button on the remote." The agent stepped back, waiting for your signal while maintaining a watchful eye on you.

Dr. Allen, meanwhile, continued to observe the security feed on her computer screen, ready to analyze any data related to your strength and containment field performance.

As you're left alone with the MTF agent and the head researcher monitoring your progress, you begin to wonder how this will all turn out. You can feel the weight of their gazes upon you, as if they're studying every little detail about you. The remote control in your hand feels strange and foreign; a symbol of both your captivity and your potential usefulness to them.

The MTF agent, seeing that you're not doing anything with the remote yet, decides to make small talk. "So, Mike," they say casually, "

"What do you think about the SCP Foundation so far?" They ask, leaning against the wall casually while keeping an eye on you. "Do you have any favorite SCPs?"

The MTF agent raised an eyebrow at your comment, clearly taken aback by it. "I see," they said noncommittally. "Well, I can't speak for the rest of the Foundation staff, but we here are more focused on containing and studying SCPs to protect the general public." They paused, then added with a smile, "But hey, everyone has their interests, right?"

The head researcher glanced over at the MTF agent, seeming slightly intrigued by your response.

"Well," said Dr. Allen, stepping forward and leaning against the observation room's counter, "you mentioned that you were looking for a specific entity earlier. Can you tell us more about this 'backrooms entities' you keep referring to? Do they pose a threat to our facilities or staff?" Her expression was neutral, professional curiosity masking any judgment or suspicion she might feel.

The MTF agent shot the head researcher a quick glance before turning back to face Mike, looking equally curious. "

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your explanation but nodded slowly, apparently giving it some thought. "Partyguars," she repeated, trying out the unfamiliar word. "And you say they were attacking your cousin? Were these creatures hostile towards you as well?" Her tone was still neutral, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity and perhaps even a touch of concern.

The MTF agent leaned in slightly, clearly interested in the details of your story. "

Dr. Allen seemed to consider your words carefully before responding. "Flesh cakes and Partyguars," she repeated slowly, her expression shifting into one of worry. "And these creatures are able to infect humans?" She glanced over at the MTF agent, who nodded in confirmation.

The head researcher pursed her lips before turning back to face you. "It sounds like these 'partyguars' pose a significant threat not only to the public but also to our facilities and staff," she said seriously. "

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow skeptically at your claim but didn't dismiss it outright. "And how do you know that these 'partyguars' are confined to the bathrooms?" she asked, her tone thoughtful rather than accusatory. "Have you encountered them anywhere else within our facilities?"

The MTF agent, for their part, remained silent but seemed equally interested in your answers.

Dr. Allen considered your explanation carefully before responding. "That's an...interesting system," she said thoughtfully. "However, it's important that we remain vigilant and take all necessary precautions to ensure the safety of our staff and facilities." She glanced at the MTF agent once more before looking back to you. "We will need to investigate this further. In the meantime, let's continue with your tests."

Dr. Allen nodded to the MTF agent, who moved forward and took hold of the remote control device again. "Alright then, let's see how your containment field holds up under some increased stress," they said, depressing a button on the intercom as they spoke. "Beginning test protocol 12-A. MTF Alpha-10, please stand by."

As the agent spoke into the intercom, several sets of footsteps approached from outside the observation room.

Dr. Allen nodded in agreement and turned back to her computer screen as the MTF agent stepped forward with another device in hand. "Alright, Mike," he said reassuringly, "this next test is going to involve some mental exercises. We're going to ask you a series of questions, and we need you to answer them as truthfully as possible." The agent handed you the device, which looked like a standard tablet computer with a few extra buttons on the side.

The tablet flickered to life in your hands, displaying a series of questions on the screen. The MTF agent stepped back and took up a position near the observation room's entrance, watching you intently as you began to answer the questions.

Dr. Allen remained at her computer, carefully monitoring the data flow from both the tablet and the security feeds. She glanced over at the MTF agent occasionally, making sure that everything was proceeding smoothly.

Dr. Allen paused for a moment as she reviewed your answers. "Interesting," was all she said before turning back to her computer screen and typing in a few commands. The MTF agent nodded at her, satisfied with your cooperation so far.

The head researcher glanced up from her terminal, studying you carefully for a moment before speaking. "You mentioned earlier that you've been protecting someone else from these 'partyguars'. Would it be possible to bring them here, to the Foundation?

Dr. Allen nodded understandingly. "I see. Well, in that case, perhaps we could try to establish some sort of...trust-building exercise between you and them," she suggested carefully. "That way, they might be more willing to come with us." She paused for a moment before adding with what sounded like genuine concern, "We only want to help them, Mike."

Dr. Allen considered your words carefully before responding. "I see," she said slowly, her expression thoughtful. "In that case, perhaps we could arrange for some sort of...reassurance. Something that would show them that the SCP Foundation is a safe place for them to be." She hesitated again before continuing, "Would that help convince them?"

The MTF agent remained silent throughout this exchange, his expression neutral as he continued to monitor your progress and the security feeds.

Dr. Allen nodded thoughtfully at your words before speaking again. "In that case, we'll see what we can do to make them feel more comfortable about coming here," she said with a reassuring smile. "Until then, let's continue with the rest of your tests and evaluations."

The MTF agent glanced at her before stepping forward once again and handing you another device: this one looked like an ordinary smartphone. "This is a secure communications tool for you to use," he explained. "

Dr. Allen glanced at the MTF agent, who shrugged in return. "It's policy," he said with a small smile. "Besides, it's not just for communication; it also has some features that might come in handy during your time here." He then turned his attention back to you, giving you a reassuring look. "We're here to help and protect you, Mike. We only want what's best for everyone involved."

"Of course," Dr. Allen replied warmly, her expression genuine. "We're here to understand and help you however we can." She paused, studying your face before continuing. "Now, if there's anything you need or want during your stay here, please don't hesitate to ask. We want you to be as comfortable as possible."

The MTF agent nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring the head researcher's reassuring demeanor. "

Dr. Allen and the MTF agent exchanged glances before the head researcher spoke up, her tone cautious but understanding. "I appreciate your loyalty to your cousin, Mike. However, for the safety of both you and her, as well as our facility, we must ask that you remain here until we have completed all necessary tests and evaluations." She paused, then added with what sounded like genuine concern, "We don't want anything bad to happen to either of you while you're in our care."

The MTF agent nodded his agreement with Dr. Allen's statement before turning back to you. "Well then," he said reassuringly, "why don't we continue with the rest of your tests? We can find something fun and engaging for both of us." He paused, studying your face carefully, then added, "How do you feel about video games?"

Dr. Allen glanced between you and the MTF agent before speaking up. "Well, we do have some classic video games from the early to mid-20th century that might be interesting for you," she said thoughtfully. "Perhaps a little nostalgic?" The expression on her face made it clear that she was genuinely trying to think of something that would appeal to you, and not just attempting to distract or pacify you.

The MTF agent nodded in agreement, his expression turning into a smile. "

"Excellent!" the MTF agent exclaimed brightly. "Consider it done." He turned to Dr. Allen and gave her a small salute before moving over to the intercom. "Alpha-10, this is Bravo-5. Request permission to bring in some classic video games for our guest's entertainment while we continue with his tests." There was a brief pause before he responded, "Roger that, Bravo-5. Proceed." He turned back to you with another smile. "We should have something set up for you shortly."

Dr. Allen glanced at the MTF agent before returning her attention to her computer screen, monitoring your progress and data flow with clinical detachment. "So," she said conversationally, "what do you think about our facilities so far? Anything in particular that stands out to you?" Her tone was casual, almost friendly, but the question itself seemed designed more for gathering information than making small talk.