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.
I turned around and looked up at the window, high up on the far wall of my cell. I was a being of the void without any colour on my body except for a few hidden spots that shone with a bright white light, but I still had the body of a human despite my unusual colour. It was extremely hard to see me even in broad daylight because of the sheer volume of darkness surrounding me, so the doctor was forced to use thermal cameras to be able to see me.
Dr. Allen chuckled and looked at the thermal cameras as they displayed your body temperature clearly against the cool concrete floor. She then approached her desk, sitting down behind it before typing something into a computer terminal. A few moments later, she spoke into another intercom
"Alright, MTF team, we're ready to begin. Please proceed with phase one of the experiment." *
The MTF team nodded and began to move towards the cell door. One of them pressed a button on a keypad next to it, causing the heavy steel bars to slide aside with a loud clanking noise. The leader of the team then spoke into his radio
"All clear, proceed with caution."
"Alright, subject six nine nine zero," the leader began as they walked into your cell, rifle at the ready, "we're just going to observe you and see how you interact with some of our equipment. Understand?" He asked calmly. The other three MTF agents followed him in, spreading out around the cell to try and spot you from all angles.
All of them had flashlights attached to their rifles but they didn’t even penetrate a single inch of my darkness, so they were practically useless inside the cell. One of the agents bumped into me and screamed in surprise as he backed away quickly, terrified by the thought of engaging such a powerful being without even seeing it.
The other three MTF agents snickered at their comrade's frightened reaction, but the leader quickly shushed them and placed a hand on his earpiece. He spoke into it quietly
"Doctor Allen, we have subject six nine nine zero in containment chamber one-seven-three. Requesting permission to proceed with phase two of the experiment."
"Alright, MTF team," came Dr. Allen's reply through the radio, "you may proceed with phase two of the experiment." She paused for a moment before adding, "But remember, caution is key when dealing with SCP-7000. Any sign of hostility and I want you to retreat immediately."
The leader nodded and turned back to the cell door, pressing another button on the keypad to seal it shut again before addressing his team over the radio. "Alright guys, phase two is a go. Let's start with some tests of its strength." He gestured for one of the agents to step forward, carrying what looked like an ordinary metal bar.
The agent stepped forward cautiously, holding the metal bar out in front of him as he approached you. "Alright," he said nervously, "we're just going to see how strong you are." He swung the bar towards your body, aiming for your torso.
The bar hit me in what normally would be my ribs, but it made an almost unnatural sound as the bar bounced out of the man’s hands from the recoil. He had successfully hit with it, but the only result from the impact was the tremors now shaking the agent’s arms.
Dr. Allen chuckled softly into her radio, "Well, it seems our little friend is stronger than anticipated. Alright, MTF team, phase three: test its durability." She paused for a moment before continuing, "I want you to bring out the anti-tank rifle from the armory. It should be in the far left drawer of the top table."
One of the MTF agents left the cell to retrieve the anti-tank rifle from the armory. When he returned, he handed it over to the leader with a respectful salute. "Here you go, sir." The leader nodded in acknowledgement before turning back to the cell.
"Alright, subject six nine nine zero," he called out, aiming the rifle at your chest, "we're just going to see how tough you are now."
I tilted my head in curiosity before a loud boom echoed through the room as the leader fired the weapon. After the ringing in their ears had stopped the agents looked over and expected something extraordinary to happen, but they were still surprised when they saw me holding the newly fired armour piercing shell in my hand.
"Well," Dr. Allen said over the radio, sounding impressed despite herself, "it seems our little friend is more resilient than we expected as well." She paused for a moment before continuing, "Alright then, MTF team, let's see what else we can learn about it."
One of the agents stepped forward and pulled out a strange-looking device from his belt. He held it up in front of you, studying your reactions carefully as he activated it.
The device hummed to life, bathing you in a faint blue light as it scanned your body. The agent monitoring the display on his wrist frowned, "We're picking up some sort of energy signature coming from you, but it's unlike anything we've seen before." He glanced over at Dr. Allen, who nodded thoughtfully and said, "Well, that's certainly interesting. Keep monitoring it, and let me know if anything else out of the ordinary shows up."
The device continued to scan your body for several more minutes, revealing more about your mysterious energy signature. The agent monitoring the display reported their findings back to Dr. Allen, who listened intently before exclaiming, "Well, well! It seems our little friend here has some rather unique abilities!"
She paused for a moment, considering her next move. "MTF team," she said finally, "I think it's time we tried something a bit more...drastic. Agent X, please prepare the reality anchor."
The leader of the MTF team nodded and keyed something into his radio before looking back at you. "Alright, subject six nine nine zero," he said calmly, "we're about to do something that might make you feel a little...different. Don't worry, it won't hurt." With that, Agent X stepped forward and placed a small device on the floor near your feet. There was a brief humming sound, and then a tingling sensation spread through your body.
A smile spread across my face as I watched the tiny device try to neutralise my anomalous nature, but to no avail. The anchor churned and beeped as it tried to do its job time and time again, but it seemed to have no effect whatsoever.
Dr. Allen's eyes widened in surprise as she watched the reality anchor malfunction. She glanced over at the MTF leader, who shrugged helplessly. "I...see," she said carefully. "Well then, I think it's time for a new approach." She paused before continuing, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. "MTF team, stand down. We're going to have to try something else."
The leader nodded and keyed something into his radio, calling off the MTF agents.