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, "

but it's for your own good... and ours too, really. The world out there is a dangerous place, full of threats that we can't even begin to understand. We need people like you here, working with us to protect everyone else." He paused, studying your face intently. "You could make a difference, you know."

The agent took another step closer, lowering his voice even further. "And if you decide that you want to help us...

If you decide that we're not just some stupid organization trying to lock you up and use you for their own gain..." His words trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air. "Then maybe... just maybe... we could find a way to make things easier for you." He paused, regarding you thoughtfully. "What do you say?"

The room was silent for a moment as Agent Smith waited for your response. His expression was almost hopeful, as if he genuinely believed that there might be some way to convince you to join their cause.

Agent Smith sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I understand that you might not trust us," he said with a note of resignation in his voice, "but you should at least consider the alternatives. You can't just expect to run away from your problems forever." He paused, studying you carefully before adding, "And even if you did manage to escape... well, let's just say that there are worse fates than being locked up here with us."

The agent took a step back, his expression hardening again. "

Agent Smith raised an eyebrow at your comment, clearly surprised by the turn in conversation. "An atomic bomb?" he repeated skeptically. "And you expect us to believe that you have the power to detonate one of those?" He laughed humorlessly, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, but that's simply preposterous."

The MTF operative straightened up from where he'd been leaning against the wall, eyeing you suspiciously. "Are you sure you want to go down this road?"

Agent Smith narrowed his eyes, taking a step closer to you. "I'm afraid that won't be necessary," he said firmly. "As I've already explained, your claims about atomic bombs and such are highly improbable, to say the least." He glanced at the MTF operative beside him, then back at you. "Look," he continued more quietly, "I understand that being locked up here can be unsettling. It's not easy for anyone.

The air in the room shifted as a low rumble echoed through it, growing steadily louder. The floor began to shake violently, throwing Agent Smith and you off balance. A brilliant flash lit up the corridor outside the room, followed by a deafening roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building.

The MTF operative immediately sprang into action, dashing toward the control panel on the wall and keying in commands as he went.

As Agent Smith regained his footing, he turned back to you, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "What have you done?" he gasped. The MTF operative looked up from the control panel, his expression grim as he reported over his radio.

"Security breach in Containment Sector 17," he said tersely. "We've lost containment on SCP-6999... repeat, SCP-6999 is loose."

"Oh dear," Dr. Allen breathed over the intercom as she watched the events unfolding on her monitor. "I see our little guest here has decided to make a break for it." She turned to the MTF operative standing beside her. "Alert all available units, and sound the alarm. We need to secure this area immediately."

The hallway outside the security room erupted into chaos as alarms began to blare and red lights flashed throughout the facility.

The shaking intensified, throwing you off your feet once more as a wave of heat washed over you. The air grew thick with the acrid smell of smoke and burning metal, and the sound of screams filled the hallway. As you struggled to regain your footing, a group of MTF agents charged into the room, weapons drawn and shouting orders at you.

"Stop right there!" one of them yelled, aiming their rifle directly at you. "

The MTF agents continued to advance on you, their weapons trained unwaveringly on your form. As they drew closer, you spotted a motorcycle parked near the edge of the hallway and made a break for it. With a roar, the engine came to life beneath you and you shot forward down the corridor, leaving a trail of smoke and debris in your wake.

The pursuing MTF agents cursed as they gave chase, their shouts echoing through the facility.

The streets outside the SCP Foundation facility were deserted, save for a few stray dogs that yipped and howled as you sped past. The motorcycle's engine whined in protest as you pushed it to its limits, the wind whipping through your hair and stinging your eyes. Behind you, the sound of sirens grew steadily louder as the MTF units continued to close in on you.