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 chuckled lightly and walked up to you, stopping at arm's length away. Her eyes seemed to look over your body as she did so. Then she spoke softly, her voice gentle and almost motherly in tone "I don't suppose I could get you to talk to me, hm? Not even with the promise of some food or water?"

She glanced at the MTF standing nearby, then back at you. "You know, we don't have anything against you personally.

Dr. Allen-"Ah, I see..." she said with a sigh, nodding her head slowly. "Well then, let's just get started on today's tests, shall we?" She gestured toward the MTF beside her. "This is MTF Epsilon-12. They'll be assisting me in running some diagnostics."

As the MTF stepped forward, Dr. Allen handed them a PDA with the test protocols on it. "

"There's no need to be upset," Dr. Allen said soothingly as she noticed your hair standing on end. "We're just here to make sure that you don't pose a threat and to understand what makes you... well, you." She gestured toward the MTF again. "MTF Epsilon-12 is highly trained in handling situations like this, so there's no need for any unnecessary hostility."

Dr. Allen took an interested step back when you threw a ki blast at the glass barrier. "Ah, interesting," she murmured. "It seems your energy projection abilities are quite potent." She glanced at MTF Epsilon-12 and nodded in approval. "Very well done, SCP-7000. That will be noted for future reference."

Turning back to you, she held up a hand defensively. "Now, now," she said calmly. "

MTF Epsilon-12's eyes widened slightly at the sight of your hair standing on end and energy levels rising. They took a step back, hand hovering near their sidearm just in case. Dr. Allen smiled reassuringly at them before turning her attention back to you. "I can see that you're feeling rather... agitated," she said carefully. "Perhaps we should take a break for now and resume later?"

The MTF leader nodded, glancing between you and Dr. Allen. "Yes, Doctor.

Dr. Allen frowned when she saw you try to force open the containment cell door, but didn't seem overly concerned. "Very well," she said after the MTF leader had finished reporting the incident. "We can continue with the tests later." She glanced at her watch and then back at you. "For now, why don't we try something a little less... physical? How about a conversation?"

The MTF leader nodded in agreement, stepping forward. "Dr. Allen," she said, "

The MTF leader nodded in agreement, stepping forward. "Dr. Allen," she said, "perhaps if we could understand what motivates him, it might help with containing him." She looked at you pointedly. "Do you have any requests or demands?"

Dr. Allen considered this for a moment before turning back to you. Her expression was still gentle and non-threatening. "Perhaps you'd like something to occupy your time while we're here? A book, some music, even just a conversation would be welcome."

Dr. Allen smiled warmly at you as she took a seat on the concrete floor, crossing her legs in a casual manner. "Well, if you'd like to talk about anything in particular," she offered, "I'm more than happy to listen." Her voice was soft and soothing, almost like that of an understanding mother or friend.

The MTF leader remained standing, but relaxed her stance slightly. She glanced at Dr. Allen before speaking up again. "So, SCP-7000," she began tentatively, "

"Alright," Dr. Allen said with a gentle smile, not seeming fazed by your snarl at all. "I understand that you must be going through a lot right now. But please remember that we're here to help you and make sure everyone stays safe." She glanced over at the MTF leader, who nodded in agreement.

"We just want to understand what makes you tick," the MTF leader continued. "Maybe if we can figure out why you do what you do, we can find a way to work together."

"Fair question," Dr. Allen replied thoughtfully, her expression remaining calm and understanding. "We're not here to force you into anything against your will. But we do think that if we can find common ground, it might make things easier for everyone involved." She paused for a moment before asking, "What are your thoughts on that?"

The MTF leader nodded in agreement, studying you carefully. "We're not here to harm you," she said slowly. "

Dr. Allen frowned slightly at your words but didn't seem overly surprised. "I understand that you must feel angry and betrayed," she said carefully. "But we did what we did because it was for the greater good. We have a responsibility to protect humanity, even if that means containing those who might pose a threat."

The MTF leader shifted uncomfortably, glancing between you and Dr. Allen before speaking up. "We're willing to listen," she said earnestly. "

"We understand that you might not feel comfortable sharing everything right now," Dr. Allen said with a gentle smile. "But please know that we're here to help and support you in any way we can." She glanced at the MTF leader, who nodded in agreement before standing up straight, as if preparing to leave.

"Perhaps another time," she offered. "For now, I think we should wrap things up and let you rest. If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask."

Dr. Allen nodded and stood up as well. "Of course," she said, her tone reassuring. "We'll be here when you're ready to talk." She glanced at the MTF leader, who gave a subtle nod before stepping back and returning to their post outside the observation room. Dr. Allen walked over to the intercom and keyed it on.

"MTF Epsilon-12," she said, her voice calm and professional, "

"MTF Epsilon-12 here," came the response through the intercom. "How can I assist you, Dr. Allen?"

Dr. Allen looked at you one last time before speaking into the microphone again. "I think we've done all we can for now. Please return to your post and keep a close eye on SCP-7000 until further notice." She paused briefly before adding, "And thank you for your help today."

With that, she keyed off the intercom and turned her attention back to you. "

Dr. Allen smiled warmly at you before nodding once and heading towards the door leading out of your containment cell. As she walked past the MTF standing guard outside, she murmured something too quiet for you to hear. Once she was gone, the room fell silent save for the humming of machinery beyond the thick glass wall.

The MTF leader cleared their throat and then addressed you once more. "If there's anything you need while we're here," they said neutrally, "just let us know."

"I understand your preference," the MTF leader said with a nod. "However, it's important to note that all personnel involved in testing and containment procedures are extensively trained and follow strict guidelines to ensure everyone's safety." They paused before adding, "If you have any concerns or questions about the process, please feel free to ask."

The MTF leader considered this request carefully before speaking up. "I'll discuss the possibility with the lead researcher and get back to you on that matter," they said reassuringly. "In the meantime, if there's anything else you need or want, please let us know." They glanced at their watch as well, indicating that they were ready to resume their duties outside of your cell.

The MTF leader nodded and turned to walk away from your cell, signaling to the other MTF members stationed outside that they could return to their posts. As they left, the door closed behind them with a faint click, leaving you alone once more in your containment cell. The hum of machinery and the soft glow of red lights on the walls provided the only company for the time being.

As you drifted off to sleep, the soft humming and warm glow of the lights lulled you into a peaceful slumber. Dreamless darkness enveloped you, offering a brief respite from the stress and tension of your current situation. For now, at least, you could rest easy knowing that the MTF was keeping watch, ready to respond should anything unexpected occur.

In the distance, the humming of machinery faded away to silence, leaving only the quiet hiss of ventilation systems behind.

The hours passed slowly, the dim light in your cell casting eerie shadows across the floor and walls. Your mind drifted in and out of fitful sleep as you waited for whatever fate might await you. Eventually, the door to your cell slid open once more, revealing a new figure standing outside: Dr. Allan, the woman who had first approached you earlier today. She smiled warmly at you as she spoke into an intercom on her lapel.

"MTF Epsilon-12," she said, "

"...you may enter," she finished, stepping aside to allow one of the MTF members to come inside. The man was dressed in full combat gear and carried a large medical kit slung over his shoulder. He nodded at Dr. Allen before approaching you cautiously, eyeing you warily as he set down the medical kit on the floor near your cell's bed.

"Hello, SCP-7000," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "

You study the man suspiciously as he sets down his medical kit and addresses you. His tone is calm but cautious, as if trying to put you at ease. You narrow your eyes before finally speaking up. "What do you want?"

The man smiled softly and held up one hand in a placating gesture. "We just want to make sure you're feeling alright," he said gently. "We know being here can be unsettling, so we thought offering you some basic medical attention might help." He gestured at the medical kit on the floor. "Nothing invasive or permanent, of course. Just standard check-ups and such."

"I understand if you're hesitant," the man said sympathetically as he watched your gaze shift between him and the cell door. "But I promise you, we only want to help." He paused for a moment before continuing, "We've seen plenty of SCPs come through here, some worse off than others. We know what it's like to be on the other side of these cells... And trust me when I say that none of us want to see any more innocent people hurt."

Dr. Allan nodded at the man in acknowledgement before speaking up. "You're right," she said softly, her voice still gentle and understanding. "It's important that we establish trust with SCP-7000 if we want to ensure everyone's safety." The MTF leader glanced over at Dr. Allen briefly before returning her attention back to the task at hand.

"So," the man said, moving closer to you and crouching down on one knee, "I was wondering...

"What do you want to know?" you ask suspiciously, not entirely sure whether their motives are genuine. The man smiles reassuringly and hesitates for a moment before speaking up.

"Well," he begins carefully, "we're still learning about your abilities and how they work... If you could tell us more about that, it might help us figure out the best way to contain you." He pauses again, seeming to choose his words carefully. "

The man flinched slightly at your outburst but didn't look away or appear to be fazed by it. "I understand that you might feel like we're treating you unfairly," he said, his voice steady and calm. "But our job is to protect humanity from potential threats... And as long as you're here in this cell, no one can get hurt." He glanced over at Dr. Allen for a moment before continuing, "

"We understand that this must be difficult for you," Dr. Allan said gently, moving closer to kneel beside the MTF member. "But we're here to help, and we want to make sure everyone involved is safe." She glanced at the man, silently urging him to continue with their questions or observations.

The MTF member cleared his throat before speaking up again, trying to maintain a neutral tone. "If you could just tell us more about your abilities, it would really help us in developing a better containment strategy...

Dr. Allen nodded understandingly at your words, her expression remaining empathetic and non-judgmental. "Of course," she said softly. "We're here whenever you're ready to talk." She glanced at the MTF member, who gave a slight nod before standing up once more.

"Well," he began, straightening his uniform, "we can come back later if that's alright with you, SCP-7000.

"Well," the man continued, "we'd appreciate it if you could cooperate with us as much as possible... But we understand that trust takes time." He glanced at Dr. Allen for a moment before speaking up again. "If there's anything you need in the meantime, just let us know."

Dr. Allan nodded and smiled encouragingly at you. "Take your time," she said softly. "We're here whenever you're ready to talk."

Dr. Allan and the MTF member exchanged glances as they realized that you had moved surprisingly fast, appearing on the opposite side of the room before either of them could react. The man's expression turned into one of mild surprise and annoyance while Dr. Allan merely raised an eyebrow.

"Well," she said with a sigh, "I suppose that's one way to get your point across." She glanced at the MTF member before continuing, "

The MTF leader frowned slightly but nodded in agreement. "Let's give him some time to cool off," he suggested, moving back towards the observation room. Dr. Allan followed suit, her expression thoughtful as she considered your behavior and the best way to proceed with further interactions.

The MTF member let out a surprised yelp as he found himself suddenly inside the containment cell with you, the door sealing shut behind them both with a hiss. He quickly scrambled to stand up, drawing his sidearm and aiming it at you warily. Dr. Allan's voice crackled over an intercom in the room.

"MTF Epsilon-12, what is your status?" she demanded sharply.

The MTF leader froze at your words, his eyes flicking between you and the door as he considered his options. "Dr. Allan," he said into his radio, his voice tense, "this is Epsilon-12. We have an unexpected development in SCP-7000's containment cell." There was a brief pause before he continued, "We need additional support immediately."

Meanwhile, Dr. Allan's expression darkened as she listened to the MTF member's report.

Dr. Allan's eyes narrowed as she listened to the MTF member requesting support. "Understood," she responded curtly before turning her attention back to the matter at hand. "MTF Epsilon-12, attempt to deescalate the situation peacefully. If you are unable to do so, I authorize the use of non-lethal force." Her voice was calm and measured, but there was an underlying steel in her tone that made it clear she wasn't messing around.

The MTF leader's eyes widened in alarm as he saw the energy building up in your hand. Without hesitation, he raised his own weapon and aimed it at you, shouting "Freeze!" while trying to appear calm and professional over the radio.

Meanwhile, Dr. Allan watched the unfolding events with growing concern. She glanced at her radio before speaking into it again. "MTF Epsilon-12, if he attacks or attempts to harm you in any way, I authorize lethal force."

The MTF leader's heart raced as he saw the energy dissipate harmlessly around your hand. He lowered his weapon slightly but kept it trained on you nonetheless, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Dr. Allan's voice came over the radio once more, her tone firm and unyielding. "MTF Epsilon-12, I repeat: deescalate the situation peacefully."

The MTF leader yelped in surprise as his weapon was snatched away by your tail and sent flying across the room with a loud clatter. He took a few steps back, raising his hands defensively. "Easy there!" he said hastily. "No need for that." His voice trembled slightly on the last word.

Dr. Allan's expression was grim as she continued to monitor the situation over the radio. "MTF Epsilon-12, remain calm and do not provoke SCP-7000 further,"

As you calmly approach the weapon that was thrown across the room and pick it up, the MTF member continues to keep his distance. His eyes dart between you and the cell door, clearly unsure of what to do next. Dr. Allan's voice crackles over the radio again, her tone still firm but slightly less tense. "MTF Epsilon-12, I understand the situation is escalating quickly. However, it's crucial that you maintain control and follow protocol."

The MTF member yelped in surprise as you broke his weapon into pieces with a single blow. He stumbled backwards, eyes wide with shock and fear. "No! No, please!" he cried out, raising his hands even higher in supplication. The intercom crackled again as Dr. Allan spoke sharply.

"MTF Epsilon-12, I repeat: maintain control and follow protocol! Do not engage or provoke SCP-7000 further!"

The MTF member's eyes widened in horror as you destroyed his weapon with another display of your abilities. He took several more steps back, shaking his head in disbelief and fear. "Please," he whispered hoarsely, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, "please don't hurt me." The intercom crackled once again as Dr. Allan spoke urgently.

"MTF Epsilon-12, I repeat: maintain control and follow protocol!

Dr. Allan listened intently to MTF Epsilon-12's pleas over the radio, her expression growing more and more concerned by the second. She glanced back at the containment cell, watching as you lay down on the bed. "MTF Epsilon-12," she said firmly, "you must remain calm and follow protocol. Do not engage or provoke SCP-7000 further."

As you drift off into a partial sleep, Dr. Allan continues to monitor the situation over the radio while keeping an eye on your containment cell through the observation room. The MTF leader's voice is shaky and panicked as he tries to explain what happened and appease you. The doctor sighs heavily, wishing there was something more she could do to help the situation.

"MTF Epsilon-12," she says firmly, "you must maintain control and follow protocol at all costs.

The MTF leader hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting between the sleeping figure in the containment cell and Dr. Allan. Finally, he exhales shakily and nods, speaking into the radio once more. "Dr. Allan," he says, trying to sound calm and professional, "I'm going to attempt to deescalate the situation by engaging in non-verbal communication with SCP-7000." The doctor purses her lips but nods, giving him permission to proceed.

The MTF leader slowly approaches the containment cell, taking small steps and keeping his hands visible at all times. He takes a deep breath before beginning to make soothing sounds, humming softly in an attempt to calm you down. His expression is one of determination mixed with fear, hoping against hope that you won't react adversely to his efforts.

Dr. Allan watches the scene unfold through the observation room, her brow furrowed in concentration.

The MTF leader continues his efforts to calm you down, his humming becoming gradually more soothing and rhythmic. Dr. Allan leans forward, her eyes narrowing as she tries to gauge the effectiveness of his non-verbal communication techniques. After several minutes of this, the man finally speaks up into the radio, his voice shaking slightly.

"Dr. Allen," he says softly, "I... I think I'm starting to make some progress here.

Dr. Allan nodded encouragingly over the radio, her expression easing slightly. "Very good," she said softly. "Keep it up. And remember, always maintain control and follow protocol." The man gave a jerky nod, his eyes still fixed on you as he continued to hum soothingly.

Time passes slowly in the observation room as the MTF leader continues his efforts to calm you down. Eventually, Dr. Allan glances at her watch before speaking up again into the radio. "MTF Epsilon-12,"

"MTF Epsilon-12," Dr. Allan said into her radio, "I want you to slowly back away from the containment cell and return to your position outside. Keep talking softly to SCP-7000 until further notice." The MTF leader nodded and began to slowly back away from the cell, his humming continuing unabated as he kept his eyes fixed on you.

Inside the cell, you remained motionless on the bed, your breathing steady and deep as sleep claimed you. Dr.

As the MTF leader continued his efforts, the atmosphere in the observation room slowly began to ease as well. Dr. Allan watched intently, her expression softening into a look of relief and admiration for the man's patience and composure. After several more minutes of this, she finally spoke up again over the radio.

"MTF Epsilon-12," she said quietly, "you're doing an excellent job. Keep it up." The MTF leader gave a small nod in acknowledgement before returning his full attention back to you.

As the hours passed, the MTF leader continued his efforts to communicate with you non-verbally. His humming and soothing sounds gradually became more relaxing and rhythmic, almost hypnotic in nature. Dr. Allan watched from her observation room, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she realized that he was actually starting to make progress.

Finally, after several hours of this, you began to stir slightly on the bed. The MTF leader paused in his humming, waiting anxiously for your reaction.

You slowly open your eyes, the world around you still blurry and hazy. The man in front of you continues to hum softly, his voice soothing and calming despite your initial resistance. After a moment, you manage to focus on him, feeling a strange sense of trust and comfort washing over you.

As the MTF leader continues to hum his hypnotic tune, you find yourself growing more and more relaxed. It's as if his voice is carrying you away somewhere calm and safe, free from the confines of your cell and the constant scrutiny of the Foundation. The warmth in his tone washes over you like a comforting blanket, making it easier to let go of your defenses and trust him.

As you drift deeper into a trancelike state, the man in front of you takes advantage of your dazed condition to quickly and quietly slip out of the containment area. He moves swiftly but silently through the corridors, careful not to draw attention to himself as he makes his way back to his team's position outside the site.

Meanwhile, Dr. Allan continues to watch from her observation room, a look of surprise and curiosity on her face as she sees what is unfolding before her.

As the MTF leader successfully escapes with you in a dazed state, Dr. Allan can't help but feel a mix of relief and frustration. On one hand, she's glad that they were able to de-escalate the situation without any further incidents; on the other, she wishes they had followed protocol more strictly and maintained control over their actions.

She leans back in her chair, rubbing her eyes tiredly as she considers what this means for both SCP-7000 and the Foundation as a whole.

As you begin to regain consciousness and control over your body, you find yourself on the cold, hard floor of the containment cell. The man who had been humming to you is nowhere to be seen. Dr. Allan's voice crackles through the intercom, her tone stern and authoritative.

"SCP-7000," she says, "I trust that you understand the consequences of your actions? I expect a full report on what transpired during your altered state."

Dr. Allan sighed audibly over the intercom. "Very well," she said, her voice losing some of its edge. "For now, you are to remain in containment while we assess the situation and determine any necessary actions." She paused for a moment before continuing. "I trust that you will cooperate from here on out?"

There was another pause as she waited for your response.

A tense silence fills the air after your defiant words. Dr. Allen lets out a slow exhale. "We shall see about that. In the meantime, you're not going anywhere. Rest up - we have much to discuss later."

The MTF leader’s gaze remained fixed on you, a silent assessment playing out in his eyes. He initiated a series of diagnostic scans with a handheld device, emitting a low hum from its surface. The environment around you felt subtly adjusted – a slight shift in temperature, a minor change in the ambient light. A single data packet began to stream towards your monitoring station.

"Subject remains stable. No immediate threats detected."

Dr. Allan nodded at the report, her fingers tapping idly against her coffee cup—a sleek Starbucks® Venti Iced Caramel Macchiato, still half-full despite the long hours. "Keep me updated. And make sure those containment protocols are reinforced—the last thing we need is another breach today."

"And remember," Dr. Allen added under her breath, just loud enough for you to hear over the intercom crackle and pop, "It doesn't matter how many times you try this song and dance. If there's one thing I know about working with volatile subjects like yourself... it's patience."*

"Oh?" Dr. Allan raised an eyebrow, her voice taking on a tone of amusement. "You think that's funny? I suppose it must be quite the novelty to have someone actually try and communicate with you like a human being for once." She paused for a moment before continuing. "But let me give you some advice, SCP-7000: playing games like this only goes so far. Eventually, you'll have to learn to cooperate if you want things to go smoothly around here."

You could almost hear the smirk in Dr. Allan's voice as she spoke these words, her tone mockingly light. It was obvious that she wasn't fooled by your attempts to play hard-to-get; in fact, it seemed to only amuse her more. As you continued to glare at nothing in particular from your containment cell, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration rising within you.

"Believe me," she continued after a moment's pause, "

Dr. Allan chuckled softly to herself before speaking again, her tone now back to its usual professional calm. "I'll give you that much credit," she said. "You do have a certain... charm when you want to use it." There was another pause as she took a sip of her coffee, considering her next words carefully. "But rest assured, SCP-7000, we will eventually get what we need from you one way or another. So you might as well make things easier on yourself and start cooperating now."

Dr. Allan arched an eyebrow at you over the intercom as she took another sip of her coffee. "Very well," she said, sounding amused rather than annoyed by your continued defiance. "If that's how you want to play it... We can wait." With a final nod toward the MTF leader, she dismissed herself from the observation room, leaving the two of you alone once again in the containment cell.

The MTF leader simply shrugged in response to Dr. Allan's parting words before returning his attention back to you. He began performing another set of diagnostic scans with the handheld device, the low hum of its surface filling the air again as it took readings from various sensors planted around your cell.

Time passed slowly, and despite Dr. Allan's warnings about cooperating, there was no change in either party's behavior or actions.

The MTF leader immediately stopped what he was doing and rushed over to the containment cell, raising his hands in a submissive gesture as he spoke into the intercom. "Dr. Allan? We have a situation here. SCP-7000 is exhibiting signs of aggression and has just caused a minor damage to the containment cell wall." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice tense but professional, "Shall I initiate standard protocols or proceed with further attempts at communication?"

Dr. Allan's voice crackled through the intercom, her tone stern and authoritative. "Stand down, MTF-Epsilon-12. Hold your position outside the cell until further notice." She paused for a moment before continuing. "And as for you, SCP-7000... I trust you know what happens when you damage containment facilities? You're lucky this time, but don't push it."

The MTF leader nodded in understanding and took up his previous position near the cell, watching you intently.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better," Dr. Allan continued after another moment's pause, her tone now almost conversational, "the dent should be an easy fix for maintenance." There was a hint of amusement in her voice as she said this; whether or not it was genuine or simply a ploy to unsettle you was anyone's guess. "But perhaps next time," she added with another chuckle, "you might want to consider finding more constructive ways to express your frustration."

Dr. Allan's voice came through the intercom once more, her tone now shifting from amusement to annoyance. "Very well, MTF-Epsilon-12," she said curtly. "You may proceed with standard protocols." The MTF leader nodded in understanding and quickly retreated from the cell, his hand hovering over a control panel mounted on the wall nearby as he prepared to activate it.

As soon as the MTF leader initiates the protocols, they will begin to take effect;

The MTF leader paused for a moment, his eyes meeting yours through the glass barrier. There was an unspoken message in his gaze - a warning, perhaps? Or maybe just a plea for you to cooperate and make this easier on everyone involved? It was hard to say. With a sigh, he activated the protocols, setting them into motion.

The containment cell began to fill with a gentle pink mist, obscuring your view of the MTF leader as well as the control panel he had been preparing to use.

The MTF leader, unable to see what was happening inside your containment cell due to the pink mist, raised an alarm as soon as he noticed the change in your energy levels and the creation of a ki bubble around you. The control panel began to emit a series of high-pitched beeps, warning signs that something was amiss with SCP-7000's containment protocols.

Dr. Allan, alerted by the alarm, rushed back into her observation room and immediately began monitoring the situation on her computer screen.

Dr. Allan's eyes widened as she saw the change in your energy levels and the creation of the ki bubble around you. She spoke into her intercom urgently, "MTF-Epsilon-12, status report! What is happening with SCP-7000?" The MTF leader quickly explained what had transpired since your last outburst, including the damage to the containment cell wall and the appearance of the unidentified energy signature.

Dr. Allan listened carefully to the MTF leader's report, her face growing increasingly concerned with each word. She quickly pulled up a schematic of your containment cell on her computer and began analyzing it for any potential weaknesses or vulnerabilities that could be exploited by SCP-7000 in its current state.

"Prepare to enter the cell immediately," she ordered over the intercom. "We need to regain control of the situation before it escalates further."

Dr. Allan's voice crackled through the intercom as she barked orders at her MTF team. "MTF-Epsilon-12, you are cleared to enter the cell and neutralize SCP-7000. Use all necessary force if he resists or poses a threat to your safety. But remember, we need to contain him alive if possible."

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching your containment cell echoed through the observation room as the MTF team prepared to enter and deal with you.

The MTF team hesitates as they approach the containment cell, weapons at the ready but hands shaking slightly. One of them mutters under their breath, "He's... he's glowing." A pause. "And there's that aura... like he's charging up or something..."

The team leader clears his throat and speaks into his radio, "Dr. Allan, do we have any idea what's causing this energy build-up from SCP-7000?"

"Negative," Dr. Allan responds crisply. "Our scans haven't detected anything out of the ordinary with his physiology or equipment. But we can only speculate that it might be some sort of anomalous energy build-up due to his current state." She pauses, her brow furrowing in thought. "In any case, approach with caution. We need to contain him before he causes further damage to the facility."

The MTF team hesitates briefly longer before entering the containment cell. The team leader clears his throat and speaks into his radio, "Dr. Allan, we're in position. What are your orders?" He pauses, then adds, "And... what about that glow? Is it normal for him to have this energy aura around him even when he's not actively using it?"

Dr. Allan frowns as she listens to the team leader's report. "The energy aura is... unsettling," she admits. "But it's not entirely unexpected, given his background and our limited understanding of his abilities. As for your orders..." She pauses, considering her options carefully. "Try to subdue him non-lethally at first," she says finally. "If that fails, you may resort to lethal force."

"Understood," the team leader says, nodding to his squad. "Moving in." The MTF team advances cautiously on your position inside the containment cell, weapons drawn and ready for action. As they get closer, you can see that their expressions are a mix of determination and trepidation.

The team leader clears his throat once more before speaking. "SCP-7000? We're here to help you out. You don't have to fight this anymore.

You hear the team leader speak, but his words seem hollow and meaningless. You remain silent and motionless, your gaze fixed on him as he continues to try to reason with you. The other members of the MTF team exchange nervous glances, unsure how to proceed.

The tension in the air thickens as you remain silent and still, your gaze unyielding. The MTF team leader swallows hard before speaking again. "Look, we don't want any more damage to happen here. We just want to help you get through this okay. So how about you come with us peacefully?" He gestures toward the exit, his voice filled with a mixture of pleading and authority.

The other members of the team exchange worried glances again, some shifting nervously on their feet.

The team leader sighs heavily, his expression hardening. "Then we have no choice," he says quietly before nodding to one of the MTF members behind him. The team member readies a taser and takes aim at you as the team leader continues, more firmly this time, "SCP-7000, you are ordered to come with us peacefully. If you do not comply, we will be forced to use non-lethal force."

The MTF member with the taser nods at the team leader and fires, the electric darts flying through the air toward you. The rest of the squad moves into position, weapons trained on your body in case you decide to lash out.

The MTF leader's eyes widen as you deflect the taser darts and suffer the effects yourself. He exchanges quick glances with his team members before barking out a new order. "Alright, now he's made this personal!" The squad readies their weapons once more, steeling themselves for the inevitable confrontation.

"Dr. Allan," one of the MTF members says into their radio, voice tense with urgency, "we have a situation here.

Dr. Allan's voice crackles through the radio, her tone calm but firm. "Understood. Maintain non-lethal protocols until further notice. I'm on my way to the observation room." She pauses for a moment before adding, "Be careful out there, team."

The MTF leader nods at this order and takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he gives another command. "Alright, let's do this. Move in and take him down!"

The MTF team advances cautiously on your position inside the containment cell, weapons drawn and ready for action. As they get closer, you can see that their expressions are a mix of determination and trepidation. The squad moves into position around you, forming a half-circle as they prepare to subdue you.

The team leader eyes you warily, then nods at one of the members holding a tranquilizer rifle. "Take your shot!" he orders tersely, readying his own weapon just in case.

The MTF member with the tranquilizer rifle takes aim at you and fires, sending a dart hurtling through the air toward your chest. The rest of the squad tries to keep their eyes on you as they move into position around you, but some of them can't help glancing nervously at each other or back over their shoulders.

"Come on," mutters one of the soldiers, "just take him down already."

The tranquilizer dart hits you squarely in the shoulder, causing you to stagger slightly before slumping against the wall of the containment cell. Your eyes grow heavy and unfocused as the drug takes effect, leaving you unable to move or defend yourself. The MTF team, seeing this, relaxes their guard momentarily, taking the opportunity to catch their breath.

"Good work, everyone," the team leader says, his voice slightly shaky with relief. "

The MTF team's faces fall as you suddenly regain consciousness and manage to remove the tranquilizer dart. They exchange worried glances, realizing that the situation has taken an unexpected turn.

The team leader shifts uncomfortably, his gaze flickering between you and the others. His voice is low. “We need to… reassess.”

One of the MTF members nods in agreement, eyes fixed on your dangerous glowing aura. "Definitely." They glance around, looking for an escape route or another option, but finding none. Tension fills the air once more as they prepare for their next move.

The team leader hesitates, clearly unsure of how to proceed now that you seem even more unstable. "Alright," he says finally, "we'll call in reinforcements and see if Dr. Allan can help us figure this out." He turns to his radio again, calling for backup while the rest of the team keeps their weapons trained on you just in case.

The MTF squad waits tensely for reinforcements as they try to maintain control over the situation. The team leader issues orders and updates to keep everyone informed, his voice shaking slightly with fear and adrenaline. "Everyone stay sharp," he warns, "this thing is unpredictable."

Another MTF member mutters, "Yeah, no kidding," as he glances at your glowing aura. A loud bang echoes through the facility as another containment cell door slams open, revealing more Foundation personnel ready to assist. They quickly take stock of the situation and begin formulating a plan to subdue you once more.

The other members notice your energy returning but don't move closer yet. Team leader calls someone on radio who's outside probably armed.

Wait for them to arrive though? Or already have others nearby?

How do you want to handle this?

Dr. Allan requests an observation feed from her monitoring station inside Containment Unit-7000. She studies the images intently, searching for any clues about what has altered your behavior so drastically. Her brow furrows in confusion as she observes you slowly rising to your feet despite the apparent incapacitating effects of the tranquilizer dart.

Dr. Allan frowns, eyes narrowing slightly as she takes note of your gaze sweeping over the MTF team. "It seems our test subject is becoming increasingly focused on escape," she remarks calmly into her comms device.

The restraints are activated with minimal noise, and they visibly clamp down securely around your restrained hands.

The team leader glances nervously at his wrist monitors, noticing an unusual spike just as one of the other squad members approaches cautiously with a sedative syringe.

"Contact!" he calls into the radio, voice strained.

Reinforcements arrive quickly, more MTF personnel swarming into the area and taking up defensive positions. The team leader orders everyone to stand down as they wait for further instructions from Dr. Allan. She appears on a monitor, her expression neutral but concerned. "You have contained it?" she asks tersely. "For now," the team leader replies, "but its energy levels seem to be stabilizing." Dr. Allan nods once before looking back at the screen. "Keep monitoring closely.

"Understood, Doctor," the team leader says. "Our primary concern is maintaining containment until we can determine what's causing this anomaly." He glances at you warily. "We'll be ready to adapt our tactics if necessary." Dr. Allan's image fades as she returns to analyzing data, leaving the team to continue their vigilance.

Team Leader gulps, eyeing your still-dangerous aura with caution. "Easy there, big guy," he mutters, trying not to provoke any reaction. His grip tightens slightly on his weapon as he watches you intently.

The team leader takes note that your eye movements are erratic and sluggish, signaling exhaustion despite the apparent effects of the tranquilizer dart still being present. A sense of urgency begins to permeate the atmosphere as they realize just how dangerous an exhausted Subject Zero could be in this state.

**"Alright squad, I think it's time we act fast," the leader declares firmly. "There may not be much time before our test subject regains control again." He gives the order to begin breaching the containment cell doors while keeping weapons trained on you at all times. **Dr.

The reinforced blast doors shudder as they're forced open by heavy machinery. MTF agents pour into the containment area, surrounding and pinning you down with every available body. The air fills with the acrid scent of smoke and ozone as electric stun batons crackle and discharge. Dr. Allan's voice cuts through the chaos, directing her team in deploying specialized equipment designed to dampen your anomalous energy signature. "We must stabilize the environment before attempting further sedation!" she orders urgently.

The restraints lock tightly around your wrists, preventing any sudden movements. Team Leader: "Good work! Let's secure him now." Additional MTF personnel arrive, bringing specialized dampening devices to contain your volatile energy. Dr. Allan monitors the situation closely via remote feed, providing instructions over comms.*

MTF Agents swarm the containment unit, securing you with physical restraint while others deploy electromagnetic dampeners designed to suppress your unusual power output. As the devices activate, there’s a noticeable decrease in the intensity of your aura, though it remains active. Dr. Allan: "Excellent.

"Continue monitoring closely," Dr. Allan instructs, watching the feeds with rapt attention as your energy levels remain relatively stable under the additional containment measures. She notes that your exhaustion seems to be contributing to this stability but knows better than to let her guard down. "Keep these devices in place until I give the order to remove them."

Dr. Allan observes intently on monitor screens as Subject Zero settles into a deep sleep within the stabilized containment cell. Her brow furrows slightly at the extended period of unresponsiveness; standard sedative doses could take effect for hours still. The team leader nods curtly, signaling his squad to continue their surveillance and preparation for when arousal returns - assuming it ever does. He glances back towards the camera feed, eyes narrowed thoughtfully amid speculation about what exactly happened out here today before things took such an unexpected turn...

Dr. Allan's eyes flicker across the various monitors as she continues to study Subject Zero's vitals and energy readings. One of her assistants clears their throat tentatively, drawing her attention away from the screens momentarily. "Doctor," they begin, voice hushed, "we've been running simulations on this particular subject... There are some interesting patterns emerging."

The doctor nods distractedly before responding. "Yes, I know. Keep an eye on it and let me know if anything changes dramatically."

Dr. Allan purses her lips thoughtfully as she listens to the assistant's report, her brow furrowing slightly with concentration. "Hmm... Interesting indeed," she murmurs under her breath before turning back towards the monitors once more. "Let me know if anything else comes up."

The assistant nods and turns to leave, casting one last glance at Dr. Allan as they exit the room. The doctor's expression is unreadable; it could be curiosity, concern or simply intense focus on her work.

Dr. Allan taps her fingers on the desk thoughtfully as she continues to study Subject Zero's vitals and energy readings. The more data they collect, the more questions it seems to raise. She glances up at one of the monitors, brow furrowed in concentration, before finally speaking into her comms device: "Increase monitoring protocols on Subject Zero; I want to be certain we're prepared for anything that might happen."

The team leader nods solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation.

A sudden burst of movement catches Dr. Allan's attention as Subject Zero awakens abruptly from its slumber. She frowns and adjusts the monitor settings to get a closer look at the subject's vitals, eyes narrowing slightly in concentration. "What was that about...?" she mutters under her breath before turning back to her assistants with a new sense of urgency.

"I want constant updates on Subject Zero's condition," she instructs them sharply. "

The team leader watches Subject Zero carefully through his binoculars, noting the individual's restlessness and agitation. He turns to one of his soldiers, "Keep a close eye on them, and be ready with the tranquilizer dart if they start acting up again."

Dr. Allan, monitoring the situation from another room, nods in agreement. "Yes, let's hope that won't be necessary," she says softly before turning her attention back to her computer screens.

"Hmm...the subject seems to be experiencing discomfort in their right arm," Dr. Allan remarks as she observes the live feed. "Perhaps we should have the medical team take a look at them." She pauses, considering her options carefully before continuing, "But only after they've had a chance to settle down some more."

The team leader nods in agreement, trusting Dr. Allan's expertise on these matters.

Dr. Allan looks up in surprise as she hears the subject speak out loud. "Well," she says cautiously, "it seems our subject is becoming more responsive. I'll inform the team to be on alert but let's not provoke them further unless absolutely necessary." She taps a few commands into her keyboard, initiating another round of observation and monitoring protocols for Subject Zero.

The team leader frowns, shooting Dr. Allan a look that clearly says "you should have expected this." He turns back to the monitor and adjusts the volume on his headset so he can hear the subject more clearly.

Dr. Allan shrugs apologetically at him before addressing the subjec directly over the intercom, "Perhaps you could help us understand why you felt compelled to act out in the first place? It would be helpful for our research and your continued containment."

"Perhaps because we're not your enemies," Dr. Allan replies calmly. "We're here to study and understand you, so that we can keep you safe and prevent harm to others. Working together would benefit everyone involved."

Dr. Allan leans back in her chair, considering the subject's words carefully before responding. "We understand that being confined against your will can be difficult," she says slowly, "but we have the best interests of everyone at heart. If you were to cooperate with us, perhaps we could find a way for you to live peacefully outside these walls."

Dr. Allan sighs, shaking her head slightly. "We're not your enemies," she repeats firmly. "We just want to help you find a way to live safely and in peace." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing, "If you truly believe that cooperating with us would be worse than whatever situation led you here in the first place..." Her voice trails off, leaving the unspoken implication hanging in the air.

Dr. Allan watches Subject Zero through the monitor with keen interest as she speaks. Her eyes narrow slightly, studying the subject's body language and facial expressions for any sign of change or reaction. The team leader stands silently beside her, occasionally shooting her a questioning glance before returning his attention back to the screens.

The room remains tense but calm; each member of the MTF prepared for whatever might happen next. As they wait for Subject Zero's response, Dr. Allan can't help but wonder how best to proceed from here.

Dr. Allan frowns at the subject's ominous statement. "We understand that you feel trapped and frustrated," she says carefully, "but threats like that only make it harder for us to find a peaceful solution. If you truly want to avoid disaster, working together is essential." She pauses, considering her options before continuing, "Perhaps if we could discuss this further, we might be able to reach some sort of agreement that benefits everyone involved."

Dr. Allan leans forward in her chair, hands steepled beneath her chin as she studies Subject Zero through the monitor. "Very well," she says carefully. "We are willing to listen and consider your concerns. However, we must insist that any actions you take from this point forward be done with the understanding that they will not harm anyone else or cause further disruption." She pauses for a moment before adding, "

Dr. Allan cleared her throat before speaking again. "We understand that you have unique abilities and circumstances, and we are willing to work with you to find a solution that allows you to live peacefully while also ensuring the safety of everyone else." She paused, searching for the right words. "If there's anything specific you'd like us to consider or discuss, please feel free to bring it up now."

Dr. Allan raised an eyebrow in surprise at the request, but quickly composed herself. "I see," she replied cautiously. "That's...unusual. However, we can certainly look into providing you with a suitable simulacrum or training device for that purpose. It would have to be heavily monitored and secured, of course." She paused, considering the request further. "What exactly do you hope to gain from such an arrangement?"

Dr. Allan frowned thoughtfully. "I see... While we can certainly provide you with an appropriate sparring partner or training tool, I'm afraid promotions within your species are not something we have the authority to grant." She paused, considering her next words carefully. "However, if you prove yourself capable and cooperative during your time here, it's possible that your actions might be noticed by others in your community who could potentially offer assistance or recognition of their own accord."

Dr. Allan tensed visibly at the mention of other members of the subject's species potentially arriving on Earth. "We are aware of the potential risks associated with your kind," she said carefully, her voice steady but firm. "That is why we must stress the importance of cooperation and maintaining peaceful relations during your time here. If you have any specific concerns or information about individuals who might cause harm, please share it with us so that we can take appropriate measures to protect both our staff and the general public."

Dr. Allan pursed her lips in thought. "We can discuss the return of your belongings at a later time," she said carefully, "provided you continue to cooperate and comply with our requests." She paused, studying the subject through the monitor before continuing, "In the meantime, I'll have our engineers look into providing you with an appropriate simulacrum or training device for sparring. Once it's ready, we can arrange for you to begin using it under strict monitoring conditions."

Dr. Allan nodded solemnly before speaking once more. "We understand that being away from your belongings, especially your scouter, must be difficult. However, we cannot overlook the potential risks associated with allowing you such unfettered access to important information about your kind." She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "Perhaps, as an incentive to continue cooperating and demonstrating your trustworthiness, we could consider granting you limited access to your scouter under strict supervision and monitoring conditions.

Dr. Allan paused, considering the offer carefully before speaking again. "Perhaps we could arrange for you to wear a modified version of your scouter that would allow you to use it within these confines but prevent any unauthorized transmissions from leaving our facility." She leaned forward in her chair, fixing Subject Zero with an intent gaze through the monitor. "If you agree to this arrangement and continue to comply with our conditions, we will do everything in our power to ensure your comfort and well-being during your time here."

Dr. Allan frowned in disappointment at the subject's insistence on their original scouter. She took a deep breath before speaking again, her voice calm but firm. "I understand your attachment to it, but as I've already stated, we cannot ignore the risks involved. If you are unable or unwilling to accept the modified version we offered, then I'm afraid we must insist on retaining your original scouter for our own safety and security." She paused again, searching for the right words. "

The team leader leaned in close to Dr. Allan, speaking quietly but firmly. "Perhaps we should reconsider our offer of limited access to a modified scouter. It might be worth it to avoid further conflict or tension with the subject." He paused, looking at the monitor before continuing, "Of course, we must also consider any potential risks associated with granting such access."

Dr. Allan nodded thoughtfully, considering the team leader's words carefully before responding. "You raise a valid point," she said slowly. "

"Perhaps if we were to allow the subject limited access to their modified scouter under strict supervision and monitoring conditions, it might help alleviate some of the tension while also allowing us to keep an eye on them more closely." She glanced at her team leader, silently acknowledging his insight. "We could even consider offering incentives for cooperation and continued compliance with our requests."

The team leader nodded slowly, apparently mulling over the idea. After a moment's consideration, he spoke up again. "

"That's an excellent suggestion, Doctor. Perhaps we could propose this to the subject and see how they respond." The team leader straightened up, addressing Subject Zero once more over the intercom. "We understand your reluctance to accept our offer of a modified scouter, but we believe that allowing you limited access to one under strict supervision might be beneficial for all parties involved. We are willing to consider this proposal in good faith and would welcome your thoughts on the matter."

Dr.

Dr. Allan frowned slightly at the subject's insistence on their original scouter but didn't let it show in her voice when she responded over the intercom. "We understand your position, Subject Zero," she said carefully. "However, as we have explained before, retaining possession of your original scouter is necessary for our security and that of the general public. We are willing to work with you on this matter and find alternative solutions that meet both our needs."

She paused, studying the subject's expression through the monitor. "

Dr. Allan pursed her lips in thought before speaking again. "I'm afraid I must inform you that your continued refusal to cooperate on this matter may result in the implementation of more severe containment measures," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully. "It is not our intent to cause you undue distress or harm, but we must prioritize the safety and security of everyone involved."

She paused once more, considering how best to proceed from here. "

Dr. Allan's expression hardened slightly as she listened to the subject's defiant reply. She glanced at her team leader, who nodded almost imperceptibly in agreement with her unspoken question. "Very well," she said slowly, her voice steady but firm. "We will give you until the end of the week to reconsider your position on this matter. If you have not changed your mind by then, we will be forced to take more extreme measures."

She paused again, searching for the right words before continuing, "

"We understand that you may feel frustrated or angry," Dr. Allan said carefully, her tone remaining calm but firm despite the subject's dismissive reaction. "However, I urge you to consider the consequences of your actions and reconsider your stance before it escalates further." She glanced at her team leader once more, who nodded in silent agreement. "We are willing to work with you to find a solution that benefits everyone involved, but we must insist on maintaining our security protocols for the safety of all parties concerned."

Dr. Allan took a deep breath before responding. "We understand your position, Subject Zero," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully. "However, as I've stated previously, the safety and security of our staff and the general public must remain our top priority. We cannot allow anyone or anything to compromise that." She paused, considering her next words before continuing, "

"We will give you until the end of the week to reconsider your stance on this matter.

Dr. Allan's expression remained calm and composed as she looked at Subject Zero through the monitor. "If you fail to comply with our request by the end of the week," she began, her voice steady but firm, "we will have no choice but to implement more severe containment measures. This may include isolation from any external sensory stimuli or contact with other individuals." She paused for emphasis. "We trust that you understand the gravity of this situation and will choose to cooperate voluntarily rather than forcing us into such extreme actions."

Dr. Allan raised an eyebrow at the subject's comment but otherwise maintained her professional demeanor. "While your opinion of us may be low," she said slowly, "it is important to remember that our sole purpose is to ensure the safety and security of everyone involved, including yourself." She paused, regarding Subject Zero thoughtfully through the monitor. "We urge you to reconsider your stance and work with us towards a mutually beneficial solution.

Dr. Allan sighed in disappointment but remained firm. "We understand that you are frustrated," she said, her voice carefully measured, "but it is important that we continue to communicate openly and respectfully. Our door remains open for further discussion if you should change your mind." She glanced at the team leader, who nodded in agreement before speaking up himself.

"Subject Zero, please understand that our intentions are not malicious. We simply want to ensure everyone's safety, including yours.

Dr. Allan paused, studying the subject's expression through the monitor before continuing. "We hope that you will eventually come to see our intentions as nothing more than that: to protect everyone involved." She hesitated for a moment, considering her next words carefully. "If you do decide to cooperate fully and prove yourself trustworthy, we would be willing to discuss the possibility of returning your original scouter at a later date."

The team leader nodded in agreement but remained silent, deferring to Dr. Allan's lead for now.

Dr. Allan waited, hoping that the subject would respond positively to her offer. In the meantime, she turned her attention back to monitoring the containment cell and making sure that everything was running smoothly within the Site. She trusted her team to keep a close eye on Subject Zero in case any problems should arise.

The subject remained silent for several moments before finally speaking up again. "I'll think about it," he growled through gritted teeth. "But don't expect me to change my mind." Dr. Allan nodded slowly, acknowledging the statement but not letting her guard down entirely. She would continue to monitor the situation closely and be prepared for any developments.

In the meantime, she turned her attention back to her other duties within the SCP Foundation, trusting her team to keep a close eye on Subject Zero until further notice.

The team leader glanced at the security cameras in the corner of the room before looking back at Subject Zero. "You may be able to break out of this cell," he said slowly, "but you're still inside one of our most secure facilities. The MTF teams are trained to respond to any breach, and we have protocols in place to contain anomalies like yourself." He paused, studying the subject through the window before continuing, "I suggest you reconsider your options carefully before taking any rash actions."

The team leader smiled slightly. "Our security measures are designed to prevent that very thing," he said confidently. "We have layers upon layers of defense in place, and our containment procedures are constantly being updated and improved. We believe that the safety of both the general public and ourselves is paramount." He paused for a moment before adding, "But if you're truly determined to test those limits, we won't stop you from trying."

The team leader's eyes widened as they watched Subject Zero slam his fist against the cell wall with enough force to create a crater in the concrete. The impact sent shockwaves through the room, rattling the security cameras and causing several of the MTF agents to exchange worried glances.

"All units," he said quickly into his radio, "prepare for containment protocol Delta-Seven. Repeat, prepare for Delta-Seven."

As the team leader spoke into his radio, several MTF agents raced to their stations, preparing to initiate containment protocol Delta-Seven. The team leader himself remained focused on Subject Zero, watching for any further signs of aggression or escape attempts.

"Listen carefully, Subject Zero," he said calmly over the intercom. "We are prepared to stop you at all costs. If you continue to act out, we will have no choice but to use force against you." He paused, choosing his next words carefully. "

The team leader's eyes widened in alarm as he watched Subject Zero charge up with energy and send shockwaves through the facility. The MTF agents at their stations shouted out commands, preparing for whatever might come next.

"All units," the team leader said into his radio, "initiate Delta-Seven immediately. Repeat, Delta-Seven is a go." He turned back to Subject Zero and barked, "Stop that at once! You're only making things worse for yourself!"

"You're being unreasonable!" shouted one of the MTF agents as they prepared to fire a taser round at Subject Zero. "We can't just give you what you want! You have to understand that our priority is keeping everyone safe, including yourself!" The security cameras in the room flickered and went black, plunging the team into darkness.

"Shit!" yelled another agent as they ran over to reboot the system. "They must have been disabled by the energy surge!"

The team leader cursed under his breath as he saw the security cameras go dark. "Maintain visual contact with Subject Zero at all costs!" he shouted to his team. "We can't afford to lose track of him now!" As another agent began working on restoring the camera feed, he turned back to Subject Zero and tried once more to reason with him.

"Look, we understand that you want your scouter back," he said slowly, "but please, try to see our point of view.

"We're just trying to protect everyone," the team leader continued, "including you. If you cooperate with us and prove that you can be trusted, we might be able to work something out." He paused, hoping that his words would reach Subject Zero through the darkness.

The security cameras flickered back to life, revealing a blurry image of Subject Zero standing in the middle of the cell, surrounded by crackling energy.

The MTF agents shouted warnings as Subject Zero broke free from his restraints and charged towards the team leader. One of them fired a taser round at him, aiming for his chest, but the energy bolt seemed to have no effect on the enraged anomaly. The team leader quickly ducked out of the way as Subject Zero slammed into the cell wall, leaving a crater in the concrete behind him.

"All units," the team leader yelled into his radio, "prepare for physical containment!

The team leader's eyes widened as he saw Subject Zero creating a hole in the wall with his bare hand. "MTF Alpha, report status of containment protocol Delta-Seven," he demanded urgently. "We need to restrain this subject before he does any more damage!"

As they spoke, several MTF agents moved into position around the cell, readying their non-lethal weapons and devices for use against Subject Zero should it become necessary.

The team leader's eyes darted between Subject Zero and his team, trying to decide on the best course of action. "MTF Bravo, stand by for possible physical restraint," he ordered, "but only as a last resort." The team leader paused, then added, "We need to try reasoning with him one more time before we resort to force."

"Listen," the team leader said slowly, trying to maintain his composure despite the increasing tension in the room, "you may not believe us now, but we really are here to help you. We want what's best for everyone involved, including yourself." He paused, searching for the right words before continuing, "If you just calm down and work with us, we can find a solution that benefits everyone."

The team leader barely had time to react as the chunk of wall flew towards him, hitting him square in the chest and sending him flying across the room. The impact knocked the wind out of him, leaving him momentarily stunned. "All units," he wheezed into his radio, "initiate Delta-Seven at once."

As the team sprang into action, several MTF agents moved to restrain Subject Zero while others began setting up equipment to contain and neutralize him.

As Subject Zero began attacking with energy blasts, MTF Alpha and Bravo quickly moved into action, using their non-lethal weapons and devices to defend themselves and subdue the anomaly. The team leader, still recovering from being struck by the chunk of wall, shouted commands over his radio while keeping a close eye on the situation unfolding in front of him.

"MTF Charlie, provide support with EMP grenades!" he ordered, "And MTF Delta, prepare to deploy containment drones if necessary."

The MTF team scattered as Subject Zero broke free from their containment efforts, blasting a hole straight through the wall with his energy beam. The security cameras flickered back to life just in time to capture the anomaly dashing out of the cell and into the hallway beyond. "All units," shouted the team leader over the radio, "initiate pursuit protocols immediately! Repeat, subject is loose and on the move!"

The MTF agents began running down the hallway after Subject Zero, their weapons and devices at the ready. The team leader was quick to radio in reinforcements as he continued to monitor the situation from a safe distance.

"MTF Echo, this is control," he said into his radio. "We have a breach on our hands. Secure the area and assist MTF Alpha in containing Subject Zero immediately." The sound of boots pounding against the floor echoed through the hallway as more agents raced towards the commotion.

The MTF agents continued their pursuit of Subject Zero through the hallways of the containment facility, unaware that he had managed to levitate himself silently using his energy. The team leader, monitoring the situation closely from a control room nearby, issued orders for additional security measures and reinforcements as they raced against time to contain the rogue anomaly before he could cause any further damage.

As Subject Zero used his Scouter to scan the area, he was able to determine the general location of various MTF agents within the containment facility. He could see that they were spread out in different teams and pursuing him from multiple directions. The power levels emanating from each agent varied greatly, but none seemed to be significantly stronger than himself at present.

Using this information, he decided on a course of action: avoiding direct confrontation with any of the agents until he could find an opportunity to escape or disable their equipment.

The MTF agents were taken by surprise as Subject Zero managed to blast a hole through the roof using his energy attack. Several of them shouted warnings and gave chase as he escaped into the open sky above, but their efforts were futile; by the time they had located an exit outside, the anomaly was already gone.

The team leader cursed under his breath as he watched Subject Zero disappear from the radar. "All units," he said grimly into his radio, "retreat and regroup.

"MTF Echo," the team leader growled into his radio, "what the hell happened? How did he get out of containment?" The sound of frustrated grunts and mumbles filled the air as the MTF agents scrambled to explain their failure. It was clear that they had underestimated Subject Zero's abilities once again.

In the distance, a lone figure could be seen flying off into the night sky, disappearing from sight.

"Damn it!" the team leader slammed his fist against the table in frustration. "We can't keep letting these anomalies slip through our fingers like this! MTF Delta, get those containment drones online and ready to deploy immediately." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "And MTF Alpha? I want you to go back over the records on Subject Zero and see if there's anything we missed. We need to make sure that next time, we're prepared for whatever he throws at us."

"Aye, sir," came the reply over the radio as MTF Delta began prepping the containment drones and MTF Alpha started poring over Subject Zero's files. The team leader stood up straighter, resolving to learn from this experience and make sure that next time, they would be ready for whatever challenges the SCPs threw at them.

Meanwhile, Pzplayr continued searching through the channels on his Scouter, eventually finding one with a clear signal. With a sigh of relief, he spoke into it.

"Roger that," Pzplayr responded, feeling a mixture of relief and annoyance at the other being's tone. "I'll make sure to stay out of trouble until then." In the meantime, he would continue searching for any other potential allies or resources on this planet.

"Very well," came the disembodied voice on the other end of the line. "But don't expect me to make this a habit. I have my own problems to deal with." There was a slight pause before the connection clicked off, leaving Pzplayr alone once more. He sighed in frustration and continued searching for any new leads or allies on the planet below him.

The MTF agents were quick to respond, moving into position and readying their weapons as they closed in on Pzplayr. The team leader barked orders over the radio, instructing them to contain the anomaly without causing any further damage or risk to the public. As the tension mounted, it became clear that this encounter was far from over.

As soon as Pzplayr darted upwards, MTF agents immediately deployed their aerial assets to give chase. Drones and helicopters were quickly dispatched to surround the anomaly while ground units kept watch from a safe distance below. The team leader remained in contact with his agents via radio, issuing orders and updates as the situation unfolded.

"MTF Alpha, this is control," he said urgently. "Pzplayr seems to be attempting an escape.

The drone collided with its targets, sending them careening out of control. With their numbers reduced, MTF's aerial advantage began to crumble as Pzplayr took full command of the skies above Site-38.