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 looked surprised as she saw nothing but a puddle of black, chrome-like liquid coating a part of the cell’s floor. She had expected something that looked or acted extremely dangerously, but this just looked…interesting in its own strange, unnatural way.
*Dr. Allen's smile slowly faded as she took a step back and looked at the liquid on the floor with curiosity and caution. She turned to the MTF member standing next to her and motioned for them to approach the cell. The MTF nodded and keyed in a code on the control panel beside the cell, causing the thick door to slide open slowly. Dr. Allen carefully stepped inside, keeping a safe distance from the liquid as she studied it.
The strange liquid seemed to ripple gently as Dr. Allen moved closer, and when she sat down next to it, the puddle formed what looked like small tentacles. The tiny tendrils and her palm made contact for a split second, and Dr. Allen felt another consciousness press against her mind, albeit a very alien one.
Dr. Allen's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the unfamiliar presence press against her thoughts. She tried to push it away but found herself unable to do so. The liquid seemed to be exerting some sort of influence over her mind, and she was powerless to resist. Her breath quickened, and she felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead as the alien presence continued to probe deeper into her consciousness.
I flipped through her memories one by one in blazing speed and eerie silence, leaving Dr. Allen feeling confused, terrified and slightly violated. When I was done with my study the tendrils retreated into my normal form once more, leaving not a single trace of my previous appendages.
Dr. Allen's eyes were wide with fear and confusion as she stumbled back away from the liquid, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The MTF member at her side hurriedly moved to support her, concerned looks on their face. "Are you alright, Doctor?" they asked, their voice shaking slightly. Dr. Allen couldn't reply; she could only stare, dazed and shocked, at the liquid that had just invaded her mind so forcefully. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
I felt irritated when the guard came and interrupted, so I latched out with a thick tentacle and knocked him down to the ground. Dr. Allen looked on in horror as my almost gelatinous form slid across the room towards her, my motive unknown. She screamed and tried to get rid of me as I clung to her body and began to integrate myself into her system, but it was like trying to grab water.
Dr. Allen screamed in terror as the gelatinous mass engulfed her body, sinking into every exposed surface and forcing its way inside her mouth and nose. Her struggles grew weaker as the creature continued to force itself deeper into her, seemingly intent on becoming one with her. The MTF guard who had been knocked down earlier tried to help her, but was too far away to intervene effectively.
"Code blue! We need medical assistance in Containment Cell 173 immediately!"
Dr. Allen was thrown into her own subconsciousness and found herself unable to do anything about this whole ordeal while the guards and medics hurried her to sickbay. She dreamt of strange things, planets who shone like glass, stars that were born and died in a matter of moments, only for her to wake up on a medical emergency table a few hours later. The liquid was gone, not even a trace left, but as Dr. Allen sat up the doctors gave her worried looks.
"Dr. Allen," one of the doctors said carefully as they handed her a glass of water, "are you alright? Can you tell us what happened in there?" Dr. Allen took a shaky sip of water before looking up at the concerned faces around her. "It... it attacked me," she managed to say through trembling lips. "It invaded my mind and then... it just... consumed me."
The medical staff exchanged worried glances, unsure what to make of her story or how to proceed.
Suddenly the skin beneath Dr. Allen’s neck began to change, turning from its normal white appearance into the shiny black material that had attacked her just a few hours ago. She watched in disbelief as it covered her skin, not transforming or changing anything except for her appearance as it melded with her nerves and effectively became like a second skin.
The doctors and medical staff around Dr. Allen gasped in horror as they witnessed the transformation taking place before their eyes. They struggled to restrain her as she thrashed about wildly, trying desperately to escape the black substance that now covered her body. The room erupted into chaos as more and more staff members rushed in, attempting to subdue the infected researcher.
"Code red! Biohazard containment protocols activated!" one of the guards shouted over the commotion. "
As Dr. Allen continued to struggle against the black substance that was now a part of her, she felt a strange surge of power coursing through her veins. Her skin began to glow with an unearthly light, and the tendrils of the liquid seemed to writhe beneath the surface, as if eager to escape their confinement within her body.
"She's exhibiting signs of symbiotic integration!" one of the researchers shouted, his voice trembling with fear and awe. "We need to isolate her immediately!"
A doctor injected Dr. Allen with a sedative that was strong enough to knock out even the most dangerous anomalies in the facility and caught her before she collapsed onto the floor. When the drug dissipated she woke up and looked down at herself, only to see her skin had been replaced with a thick, shiny black material which resembled some sort of organic fibres, and she also tried to move her arm. To Dr. Allen’s surprise the new skin was connected to her nerves, which made it almost exactly like her normal skin in function.
Dr. Allen looked down at herself with a mixture of horror and fascination as she examined the black material that now covered her body. It was incredibly strong and flexible, yet seemed to be completely integrated with her own flesh and nerves. She felt no pain or discomfort from it, but knew that this transformation had fundamentally altered her on a cellular level.
"Dr. Allen," one of the doctors said cautiously as they entered the room, "
"What... what happened to me?" she managed to choke out between ragged breaths. "Is this... is this permanent?" The doctor looked at her with a mixture of pity and sympathy before saying, "I'm afraid so, Dr. Allen. The black substance that covered you has fused with your own cells, effectively becoming a part of you."
Dr. Allen closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to process the implications of what had just happened. She was no longer human... she was now something else entirely.
Her feelings were reflected by the new suit-like thing covering Dr. Allen as her anxiety and newly found despair made small spikes appear around her body. They were sharper and stronger than any other material known to date, but they disappeared as Dr. Allen calmed herself down with a soft sigh.
The doctor continued, "We'll need to monitor your progress closely over the next few weeks. The black substance seems to be adapting and changing according to your emotional state, so it's important that you remain calm and composed at all times." Dr. Allen nodded silently, still unable to process everything that had happened.
As she was led back to her quarters, the other researchers and staff members avoided eye contact with her, unsure of how to treat this... thing that used to be one of their own.
Days turned into weeks, and Dr. Allen continued to adjust to her new existence as a being that was part-human, part-alien liquid. The black substance continued to change and adapt, mirroring her emotions in subtle ways. Sometimes it would harden like armor when she felt angry or threatened, while at other times it would become soft and pliable, almost like silk, when she was feeling particularly calm or content.
The SCP Foundation researchers began to study her more closely, trying to understand the nature of this strange symbiosis and how it might be used in other containment procedures. They were both fascinated and terrified by what they found, as Dr. Allen's body continued to evolve and adapt to its new state.
Eventually, Dr. Allen was deemed safe enough to return to her duties as a researcher within the Foundation.
By this point Dr. Allen had noticed that the symbiotic being that so stubbornly clung to her body was at all times doing its best to protect her from harm. She had tested this many times over the last few days, and determined it to have a will of its own. One day there was a containment breach and Dr. Allen found herself in the middle of a rampaging monster and the MTF guards. One of the guards opened fire a bit too early and shot her in the stomach, and while it still stung a bit she was left unharmed.
Dr. Allen looked down at herself in surprise as the bullet struck her body but didn't penetrate; instead, it seemed to be absorbed by the black substance that covered her abdomen. She glanced over at the startled guard and raised an eyebrow before turning back to face the monster, her expression unreadable.
The creature surrounding her body pulsed with energy as if responding to the threat, and Dr. Allen felt a surge of power coursing through her veins.
With renewed strength, she channeled this energy into her hands and thrust them forward, sending tendrils of black liquid shooting toward the monster. The creature tore the beast apart with ease, leaving it a twitching, charred mess on the floor. The other MTF guards stared in shock at what had just happened, their weapons now seeming pitifully inadequate against this new threat.
Dr. Allen turned to them and spoke calmly, "I believe it's time for you all to return to your posts."
As the guards recovered from their shock, they did as Dr. Allen said, leaving her standing amidst the carnage with the strange, shining black material that now coated her body. The SCP Foundation scientists watched in awe and horror as she seemed to have gained control over this alien force, using it to defend herself and others against threats both known and unknown.
The question on everyone's mind was clear: what else did Dr. Allen's symbiotic partner possess the power to do?
Later that same night Dr. Allen sat at her desk and sipped some wine while looking through a couple of reports on her research when she heard a rumble. She looked down at herself and saw the suit rippling in a strange way, and it was then she realised that it was hungry.
Dr. Allen set aside her work and made her way to the cafeteria, where she knew there would be plenty of food available for whatever hunger pangs her symbiotic partner might have. As she walked through the halls, the black substance that now covered her body seemed to ripple and shift in response to the sounds and smells around her.
When she arrived at the cafeteria, Dr. Allen saw several researchers working late as well. Some of them gave her curious glances, no doubt wondering about the strange black suit that now adorned her body. She ignored them, instead focusing on finding something to appease whatever appetite her symbiote possessed.
She filled a tray with various foods and took it over to an empty table in a quiet corner of the room.
I could feel the confusion radiating off Dr. Allen as she wondered on how to feed me, so I reached out a small black tentacle from her stomach and grabbed an apple before pulling it back into her body.
Dr. Allen watched in surprise as one of the tendrils that extended from her abdomen snaked out and snatched an apple off a nearby cart. The tentacle retracted swiftly, disappearing into her body with the fruit. She blinked a few times before realizing what had just happened.
With a small chuckle, she continued to eat her dinner, now more aware of her symbiote's unique appetites and abilities.
Days turned into weeks, then months, and Dr. Allen continued to live with the strange, shining black substance that covered her body. It adapted and evolved alongside her, its nature growing more complex as she learned how to control and use it in new ways.
The SCP Foundation scientists watched in awe and trepidation as this new power grew within their midst, unsure of what would happen if it ever fell into the wrong hands. But for now, they could only marvel at the strange symbiotic relationship between Dr.