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.
"mmm... huh?"
*Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow and gave you a curious look. "I'm Dr. Allen, the head researcher here at Site-173." She paused for a moment before continuing. "And you are...?"
"Celia"
*Dr. Allen nodded in acknowledgement. "Well then, Celia... I'm here today to conduct some tests on you." She glanced at the MTF soldier standing nearby. "Just so you know, these tests are for research purposes only. Nothing should harm you unless it's absolutely necessary." The MTF soldier looked stern but professional, their gaze fixed on a spot near the ceiling.
"Now," Dr. Allen continued, "I want to start with some basic psychological evaluations.
"psychological evaluations?"
Dr. Allen chuckled softly. "Oh, don't worry too much about that. It's just a series of questions designed to help us better understand your abilities and how you think." She leaned in closer to the intercom. "Don't hesitate to answer honestly; we want as accurate a picture as possible."
The researcher glanced down at her clipboard, then back up at you. "Alright, let's begin with some basic questions about your background and upbringing. Where were you born?"
"Hum... Heaven" she answer it innocently
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your response but didn't comment on it further. "And where did you live before being found by the MTF team that brought you here?" she continued, consulting her clipboard again. Her tone remained professional and non-judgmental.
The researcher paused for a moment to jot down some notes before asking another question: "Can you tell me about your family? Do you have any siblings or close relatives?"
"Ahaha... that's a bit embarrassing to say"
Dr. Allen smiled politely and leaned back against the wall again. "Take your time; there's no rush. We're just here to gather information." She glanced at her clipboard once more, waiting patiently for you to answer the question about your family.
"You seem determined to find out, huh? I thought you didn't give me a choice."
Dr. Allen chuckled softly. "Oh, it's not about determination, Celia. It's simply a part of our job to understand the anomalies in our care as fully as possible." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Now, about your family... if you don't feel comfortable discussing them, that's perfectly alright. We can move on to other topics."
The researcher glanced down at her clipboard once more, flipping through the pages as she considered which question to ask next. "
"Okay, okay... We angels are almost the same as you humans, I have two parents consisting of a father and a mother, and I also have several siblings, but I was born with a different form from angels in general... You can see for yourself from my wings" Celia spread the wings on her back, the wings were as black as a crow's feathers. "I was born with black wings, different from other angels who were born with golden white wings, they thought I was a bad omen and in the end I was thrown to earth.
Dr. Allen nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful as she took in the information you'd provided about your unique wings. "I see," was all she said before glancing back down at her clipboard and continuing with another question. "Can you tell me more about these abilities that make you an SCP? How do they manifest, and under what circumstances are they most effective?"
The researcher leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed on yours as she waited for your response. The MTF soldier standing nearby remained silent and motionless, their expression neutral.
"Hmm..." Celia thought for a moment "I don't understand what SCP is but I think I can use my powers whenever I want"
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow in surprise at your response. "I'm afraid I must correct you there," she said with a hint of amusement in her voice. "As an SCP, your abilities are meant to be contained and studied by the Foundation. You don't have complete control over when or how they manifest." She paused for a moment before continuing. "So, can you tell me more about these powers? How do they work exactly?"
"Hmm, I can do many things... oh! just this one, I can bring about death instantly."
Dr. Allen's expression turned serious as you revealed your ability to cause instantaneous death. She glanced at the MTF soldier again, who gave a slight nod in acknowledgement. "Can you be more specific?" she asked carefully. "What exactly does 'bring about death instantly' entail? Is it like a poison or some sort of energy blast?"
The researcher leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued by the potential implications of your power.
"No, you're wrong, I just erase the life energy of the subject I want, and one flick of the finger will remove the life of that subject."
"Fascinating," Dr. Allen murmured, her eyes narrowing in concentration as she tried to think through the implications of your power. She glanced briefly at the MTF soldier again before returning her attention back to you. "Can you... demonstrate this ability for me?" she asked carefully, one hand raised slightly in a tentative gesture.
The researcher took a deep breath and continued, "
"I need the target, remember... this ability cannot be changed, in other words I cannot restore the life that has been lost."
Dr. Allen nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful as she considered your words. "Very well," she said at last. "For the sake of our research, I'm willing to provide a target for you. In fact..." She glanced over at the MTF soldier standing nearby. "I believe Sergeant Sanders here has volunteered to serve as your demonstration subject."
The MTF soldier gave her a curt nod before stepping forward and assuming a combat-ready stance about ten feet away from you. "Don't hold back,"
"Are you sure? you can die in less one second, you can't be live again after that"
Dr. Allen smiled reassuringly at Sergeant Sanders before turning back to you. "I'm positive," she said firmly. "The safety of the Foundation comes first, but we need this information. We understand the risks involved." She glanced down at her clipboard again for a moment before looking up and meeting your gaze once more. "Now then, if you could demonstrate your ability...?"