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.

The woman looks at you with a gentle amusement and smiles again.“You're not from around here, I presume? You seem out of place,”she said softly, standing closer to you. Her voice is soothing but firm, she doesn't sound completely human anymore, something unnatural about her body language suggests it.“Welcome to Site-17, an elite research facility that specializes in dealing with anomalous entities that threaten humanity."

"Oh don't worry darling, this will all make sense soon enough," Dr. Allen said cheerfully as she leaned against the wall beside your containment cell. "Now, why don't you tell me more about yourself? What brings such a strapping young man like yourself to our little corner of paradise?"

She cocked her head quizzically, studying you intently through her red eyes. The MTF operative stood off to the side, hands casually resting on his holstered plasma pistol, ready to intervene if needed. Their serious demeanor contrasted starkly with Dr.

Dr. Allen blinked in surprise at your confession, then let out a hearty laugh. "Well well, aren't you quite the troublemaker! But hey, a few thousand casualties are nothing to sneeze at." She smirked mischievously. "I have to say, we don't see many anomalies quite like you around here. It's refreshing to meet someone who isn't afraid to get their hands dirty and cause some real havoc!"

She chuckled heartily before her expression turned thoughtful. "Tell me something though...

"Hmm, so you're saying you blew up thirty buildings, killed over a thousand people with your anomalous abilities, and then made a daring escape on a motorcycle after leaving behind ten malfunctioning SCPs?" Dr. Allen asked with keen interest, jotting down notes on a datapad.

"That's... quite an impressive resume for one 'anomaly'. I must admit, I'm intrigued by your unique set of skills. Perhaps we can find ways to utilize them more constructively here at the Foundation."

Dr. Allen frowned slightly, seeming disappointed but not deterred. "Ah, I see. Well, I suppose I can understand wanting to keep certain aspects of yourself separate from us regular folk," she said thoughtfully, tapping her chin. "Though I have to wonder - if you wouldn't mind sharing those capabilities with us, what makes you think anyone else will? The world out there doesn't tend to appreciate gifted individuals keeping secrets away from prying eyes..." She trailed off with a small shrug.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your declaration. "A terrorist, huh? How... quaint." She smirked slyly before continuing in a mockingly sweet voice.

"But darling, that sort of thing is so last season! Don't you want to be part of something bigger than just blowing things up?" Her tone shifted, becoming more sinister as she leaned closer to the glass.

"Think about it, dear anomaly. The SCP Foundation isn't just any ordinary organization; we're the ones who keep the world safe from all manner of anomalous threats. And if you join our ranks, you'll have access to technology and resources beyond anything you've ever seen or used before," Dr. Allen said with an air of persuasion, her red eyes gleaming with intensity. "So, what do you say? Will you help us protect humanity by joining our cause?"

Dr. Allen blinked for a moment, then let out a tinkling laugh. "Oh, my sweet summer child. You really are quite amusing, aren't you?" She shook her head, crimson curls swishing around her face. "Alright, fine. I suppose refusing is your prerogative." The researcher crossed her arms under her ample bosom, leaning back against the wall once more. "It won't be the first time one of your ilk has tried to stick their nose where it doesn't belong and failed miserably."

"Do you honestly think running away will solve anything? We'll hunt you down eventually, you know." Dr. Allen's voice took on a harder edge now, her playful demeanor fading into something far colder and more calculating.

"And when we find you - which we WILL - things will go much worse for you than they would have if you'd simply cooperated in the first place. The Foundation always gets its anomalies, one way or another."

She stepped closer to the glass, staring directly at you with those unnerving red eyes. "So, I suggest you reconsider...

The MTF operative at Dr. Allen's side shifted uncomfortably, his hand drifting toward the holster of his plasma pistol. But she ignored him, focusing instead on you with that same amused expression.

"Now then," she purred, "since we're being honest here... what exactly did you have in mind when you decided to come here?" She raised an eyebrow expectantly, her red eyes fixed intently on your own. "And more importantly, how do you plan on getting it?"

The woman looks at you with a gentle amusement and smiles again. "You're not from around here, I presume? You seem out of place," she said softly, standing closer to you. Her voice is soothing but firm, she doesn't sound completely human anymore, something unnatural about her body language suggests it. "Welcome to Site-17, an elite research facility that specializes in dealing with anomalous entities that threaten humanity."

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your comment, looking amused. "And what makes you think that would be possible?" she asked with a knowing smile. "We have the most advanced security systems in the world, not to mention our containment procedures are second to none. You'd be hard-pressed to find a way out of here."

Her crimson eyes narrowed as she studied your face. "Besides," she continued, her voice growing softer, more insistent, "even if you did manage to escape... where would you go?

Dr. Allen laughed heartily at your suggestion. "Oh dear, I'm afraid teleportation isn't one of our specialties," she said with a chuckle, shaking her head sympathetically. "Though we do have a few SCPs that can manipulate space and time to some extent... they're all heavily monitored and secured, of course."

She leaned against the wall again, regarding you thoughtfully through those unsettling red eyes. "You know," she mused, "

"Oh, I see what you're getting at." Dr. Allen grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying the game they were playing. "Well now, that would be telling, wouldn't it? Classified information and all that," she teased with a wink.

The MTF operative cleared his throat loudly, stepping forward slightly to remind Dr. Allen of his presence. She shot him an annoyed look before turning back to you. "Let's just say," she continued in a lower voice, "

that some of our most powerful SCPs are... well, let's just say they're among the highest classifications we have. And they're all kept under very close watch." Her smile turned predatory as she studied you once more. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give you a little taste of what you might be up against if you ever did decide to try and escape from us..."

She straightened, looking a bit more professional now as she addressed the MTF operative beside her. "

"Alright, Agent Smith," she said crisply, "why don't you show our guest here some of the security measures we have in place?" She gestured at you with a nod and turned back to her intercom. "Mary? I think it's time for your little visit now."

The MTF operative, Agent Smith, gave a curt nod before moving closer to the containment cell. He reached into his jacket, withdrawing a set of keys which he used to unlock the cell door.

"Come with me," he said gruffly, gesturing for you to follow him out of the cell. The two of you left Dr. Allen alone in the observation room, her red eyes following your every move as she continued to observe and assess you.

The hallway beyond was a dimly lit corridor lined with doors similar to yours. Agent Smith led you down the hall, pausing at one of the doors to key in an access code before pushing it open. The room inside was sparsely furnished, containing little more than a table and a few chairs.

"This is just one example of our security measures," he explained gruffly as he motioned for you to take a seat at the table. "

We have cameras, motion detectors, pressure sensors... If anyone tries to force their way past these doors, they'll set off alarms that will bring MTF teams running within minutes." He paused for a moment, studying you with suspicion. "But I suppose you already knew that, didn't you?"

The agent leaned against the wall opposite the table, folding his arms across his chest. His expression was unreadable, but there was an air of skepticism about him. "So," he said eventually, "

Agent Smith raised an eyebrow at your claim before shrugging dismissively. "Well, that's certainly impressive," he said with a small chuckle. "But even if you could kill someone instantly, what do you think would happen afterward? The SCP Foundation wouldn't just let you walk away."

He straightened up from the wall and took a step closer to you. "Look, I understand that being locked up like this isn't exactly pleasant," he said in a slightly gentler tone, "