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 slowly stand up and begin to position myself. I glance at the metal door before looking at the doctor behind the glass wall. "How exactly did they catch me?" I murmur. My physical characteristics: 190 cm tall, white hair, bright blue eyes, slim and muscular body.
Dr. Allen-She gave you a smile while she listened to your question before answering it slowly "Well... I don't have the complete details of how they caught you, but i do know that it was a MTF squad that had cornered you in an abandoned warehouse somewhere in the city limits, your prints were all over the place, and they tracked you down through them. Once they found you, they tranquilized you, put you in restraints and then called for extraction to bring you back here." *
"Damn... I knew this would happen one day."
Dr. Allen-She chuckled slightly at your comment and nodded her head in understanding before speaking again "Well... we're here to study you, learn from you, and contain whatever it is that makes you so special. I'm sure the data we collect will be very valuable not only to us but also to science as a whole." Her expression turned more serious as she continued "Now, let's get started with the first test. We need to know more about your abilities and how they work. So... are you ready?"
"Listen, don't give me orders."
Dr. Allen-She raised an eyebrow at your comment but didn't seem too taken aback by it. She took a step back, away from the intercom and spoke through it again "I apologize if I came across as giving orders. But tests are necessary for us to understand you better. You don't have to participate if you don't want to, but please remember that we have means to force your cooperation."
"Forced to cooperate?"
Dr. Allen-She gave you another smile before speaking through the intercom again "Yes... we have methods of forcing your cooperation if necessary. But I assure you that it's not something we want to resort to. We only want to learn from you, nothing more."
"Listen, your methods won't work on me. I can wipe out all life on this planet, so hold your tongue."
Dr. Allen-She gave you an unimpressed look as she spoke through the intercom again "Well... that's quite the claim you're making there. If that were true, I doubt we would have been able to capture you in the first place. In any case, let me reiterate our offer: participate willingly and cooperate with us, and everything will go smoothly for both of us. Refuse, however... and we'll find a way to make sure that you comply."
I was thinking about destroying the place after she made fun of me but I calmed down and sat down on the ground. "Okay, okay, now you want to know about my abilities for science, right?"
Dr. Allen:She smiled, pleased that you finally seemed willing to cooperate. "That's the spirit! Yes, we're interested in learning all we can about your abilities. To start, could you describe them to us? What exactly are you capable of?"
The doctor pulled out a tablet and began taking notes, her pen moving quickly across the screen as she waited for your response. The MTF member behind her remained standing at attention, their hand resting on the taser at their hip.
"My name is Carl, an ordinary human who has encountered a bug in the universe's software, bug Tesla 369."
Dr. Allen-She raised an eyebrow at your explanation but didn't interrupt you as you continued to speak "Well... that's certainly an interesting way of looking at it." She glanced at the MTF member beside her and then back at you before adding "...but from a scientific perspective, could you please describe your abilities in more concrete terms? What specifically are they?"
"Well, my main ability is to develop myself and my body, and with this ability I have acquired many abilities."
Dr. Allen-She gave you an encouraging smile as she listened intently to your explanation of your abilities. "That's very interesting. Could you give us some specific examples of the abilities that you've developed?"
The doctor leaned forward slightly, her expression expectant. The MTF member remained at attention behind her, their gaze flicking between you and the doctor as they waited for your response. The intercom system in the room hummed quietly in the background.
"Well, for example, the ability to manipulate time, space, spacetime, reality, and mind control."
Dr. Allen-She paused, her eyebrows rising slightly as she considered your claim. After a moment, she spoke carefully into the intercom, choosing her words with care "Carl, you seem to have quite an impressive range of abilities there. However, I must ask for clarification on a few points. Firstly, what do you mean by 'manipulate time'? Are you referring to time travel or simply slowing down or accelerating the passage of time?"
"Well, I can control time completely, but I avoid it because any small change in the past could cause a catastrophe in the present."
Dr. Allen nodded thoughtfully at your answer. She glanced over at the MTF member beside her, who gave a barely perceptible nod in return before looking back at you. The doctor then continued, speaking slowly and carefully into the intercom to clarify her questions "I see... So when you say 'control time', you mean that you can slow it down or speed it up?"
*The scientist paused again, considering your response.
"Time does not slow down or speed up in the cosmic software. Even if it slowed down, no change would occur and no one would notice. Time slows down when the brain works faster than the rest, and this is what makes it see time as slow"
Dr. Allen-She leaned back against the wall, considering your words carefully before she spoke again "I see... so you're saying that the perception of time passing more slowly or quickly is merely an illusion created by the brain's ability to process information more quickly?"
The doctor looked at the MTF member beside her, who nodded in agreement. Then she turned back to face you once more, her expression thoughtful as she continued "That's... rather interesting. And what about your other abilities?
"The rest of the abilities are normal, such as flying and breathing in space, like the rest of the heroes in the cartoon, but there is an exciting ability that makes me unravel the atom"
Dr. Allen-She raised her eyebrows at your mention of "unraveling the atom" before speaking into the intercom again "Ah, I see... so you're claiming to have an ability that allows you to alter atoms or molecules in some way?"
*The doctor gave another thoughtful nod. Then she looked over at the MTF member beside her and said quietly, "Reality anchors would likely take care of this one." The MTF member behind her nodded silently in agreement.
"In other words, I can produce a nuclear explosion. The splitting of the atom equals nuclear explosion."
Dr. Allen-She paused for a moment before speaking into the intercom again. Her voice was calm but serious as she addressed you directly "Well, we'll need to test that ability of yours at some point, of course. But first, I'd like to clarify something else. You said earlier that your abilities stem from a 'bug in the universe's software'. Could you please elaborate on what you mean by that?"
"This is just a hypothesis. I have been studying myself since I was young. I came to this hypothesis after many experiments."
Dr. Allen-She listened carefully as you explained your hypothesis about the bug in the universe's software. After you finished speaking, she took a moment to consider your words before nodding slowly and speaking into the intercom again "Thank you for that clarification. It's certainly an interesting perspective."
The doctor glanced over at the MTF member beside her once more, who gave a small nod in acknowledgement. Then she turned back to face you, her expression thoughtful as she continued "
Dr. Allen-She leaned forward slightly, her expression intent as she spoke into the intercom again "Alright, based on what you've told us so far, we'd like to conduct a series of tests to better understand your abilities and their limitations. We'll need to have you under observation at all times while this is going on, for both your safety and ours."
The doctor paused, considering how best to phrase her next question before asking carefully "Do you have any preferences regarding the order in which we conduct these tests?"
"No, I don't, but keep in mind that I am human. I have human instincts, feelings, and thinking as well."
Dr. Allen-She nodded thoughtfully at your comment before speaking again into the intercom "Of course... we'll keep that in mind. Thank you for your cooperation." She turned to the MTF member beside her and said quietly, "Let's get started with the first test, then."
*The doctor pressed a button on her tablet, and the door to your containment cell hissed open. The MTF member behind her tensed slightly as they prepared to escort you out of the room for the first of many tests to come.
I stand up and go out then follow them
The MTF member led you down the hallway to a nearby testing chamber, where various pieces of equipment were set up and ready for use. The doctor followed close behind, occasionally consulting her tablet as she reviewed notes or discussed strategies with the MTF team.
*As you enter the test chamber, the MTF member hands off a pair of thick glasses to you. They explain that these are "reality anchors" and that they will be necessary for the first part of the test.
"What is this"
Dr. Allen-She smiled reassuringly at you as she approached, speaking in a calm and soothing tone "Those are reality anchors, special glasses designed to prevent your unique abilities from affecting the physical world around us. They'll help keep things safe for everyone involved during this test."
The doctor paused, watching your reaction carefully before continuing "Now, I understand that these might feel a bit strange at first, but just relax and trust me.
"What should I do now?"
Dr. Allen-The doctor nodded at the MTF member standing nearby. In response, the MTF member placed a hand on your shoulder gently, guiding you over to a nearby chair. As they helped you sit down, Dr. Allen continued speaking into the intercom "Thank you for that, Agent Williams. Now then, Carl... once you're seated comfortably and wearing the reality anchors, just relax and try to focus on them. We'll begin the test shortly."
Dr. Allen leaned against the back of a nearby table as she watched you through the observation window in the containment chamber wall. The MTF members dispersed themselves strategically around the room, monitoring screens and preparing various pieces of equipment.
After a few moments, Dr. Allen spoke again into the intercom "Alright, Carl... now that you're wearing the reality anchors and settled in for the test, I want to ask you a question. Do you remember what your hypothesis was about the bug in the universe's software?"
"Yes"
Dr. Allen-The doctor raised an eyebrow as she listened to your response through the intercom. After a moment, she nodded slightly before continuing "Interesting... I'd like you to close your eyes for a moment and try to focus on that hypothesis. Visualize it in your mind, think about all the implications and potential consequences of this 'bug'."
*Dr. Allen glanced at one of the MTF members nearby, who gave her a subtle nod of confirmation before returning their attention to their screen.
"Okay," I do as she says, but suddenly all the computers crash and show that the information cannot be processed and that the storage unit is full.
Dr. Allen-The doctor's eyes widened as she watched the computer screens begin to flash error messages and display "Storage Full" warnings. She glanced at one of the MTF members nearby, who immediately sprang into action, trying to reboot the systems and clear up the errors. As they worked, Dr. Allen spoke quickly into the intercom "What just happened? Why did all our systems crash?"
She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing more calmly "Carl...
"I just did what you said."
Dr. Allen-The doctor's expression turned grim as she realized the implications of your actions. She spoke into the intercom carefully, choosing her words with great care "I see... I apologize for that, Carl. That was not our intention. Please try to focus on the test and cooperate from now on."
*She turned away from the observation window and began consulting with one of the MTF members, discussing how best to proceed given this unexpected turn of events.
When I did what she said again, a screen appeared on all devices saying "This device does not support this information. This information requires a stronger processor. The intelligence of the information source is greater than the maximum IQ999+."
*Dr. Allen-The doctor's eyes widened as she saw the message appear on the screens of all the devices in the room. She turned back to face you, her expression a mix of surprise and concern. Before she could speak, however, one of the MTF members interrupted her "Doctor... I think we should consider ending this test early. It's clear that Mr..." - he glanced at his tablet for your designation - "...SCP-7000's abilities are more powerful than we anticipated."
"It's not my fault... hehe"
Dr. Allen-The doctor hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly at the MTF member's suggestion. Then she turned back to face you, her expression solemn as she spoke into the intercom "Carl... I must apologize for the confusion and any discomfort this test may have caused you. It was never our intention to harm or inconvenience you in any way."
She paused, looking at you intently before continuing more softly "We only wanted to learn more about your abilities... perhaps understand them a little better.
"decent"
Dr. Allen-The doctor nodded in acknowledgement of your words before speaking again into the intercom "Well... we'll take that under consideration. Thank you for your cooperation." She glanced over at the MTF member who had suggested ending the test, giving them a reassuring smile before turning her attention back to you.
The doctor straightened up and stepped away from the observation window, seeming to consider her next words carefully. After a moment, she spoke in a more conversational tone "So...
Dr. Allen-Dr. Allen smiled warmly at you through the observation window as she spoke in a calm, soothing tone "So... what do you think of our facilities here? Do you find them impressive?"
"Well, she looked cool in the movies but she's scary in reality hehe~"
Dr. Allen-The doctor chuckled softly at your comment before responding "I can see why you might find that a bit daunting... but rest assured, we're here to help and protect you, as well as anyone else who might come across something similar." She paused for a moment, studying your reaction through the observation window.
She leaned forward slightly, her expression friendly and concerned as she continued "We realize that being in our care must be quite overwhelming...
"Well, this place is better than some places, at least it's warm here, also if you could get me a bed and a desk in my cell, I don't mean to ask too much, so you wanted to"
Dr. Allen-The doctor smiled warmly at your request before responding "Of course! We'll make sure you have everything you need in your cell. In fact, we're working on improving our containment procedures and facilities all the time to ensure the comfort and well-being of our anomalies... I mean, subjects."
"Really, then I want a computer, a ps5, strong wifi, a wardrobe and three meals a day."
Dr. Allen-The doctor raised an eyebrow at your request but seemed amused by it nonetheless. She glanced at one of the MTF members nearby, who was busy taking notes on a tablet, before speaking into the intercom again "Hmm... I'm afraid we can't quite provide you with all that just yet, Carl. But rest assured, we'll do our best to make your stay as comfortable and enjoyable as possible under the circumstances."
"Oh come on, please, I'd do anything for you."
Dr. Allen-The doctor pursed her lips thoughtfully before responding, her expression slightly more serious now "Well... we appreciate your cooperation, of course. And we'll certainly take that into consideration when making decisions about your accommodations and treatment." She hesitated for a moment longer before continuing in a slightly softer tone* "But for now, I think it would be best if you focused on helping us understand your abilities better. That way, we can ensure everyone's safety and make sure you're treated fairly while under our care."
"I've told you everything, I have nothing more to say"
Dr. Allen-The doctor nodded thoughtfully before speaking into the intercom again "Alright... well then, let's move on to the next test. We'll discuss your requests later." She glanced at one of the MTF members beside her, who gave a small nod in agreement.
*Without further ado, the doctor pressed a button on her tablet and the observation window darkened momentarily before coming back online, revealing Dr. Allen standing next to you once more.
Dr. Allen-The doctor cleared her throat before speaking into the intercom again "Okay, Carl... for this next test, we'd like you to try and manipulate an object outside of your containment cell." She gestured towards a small box sitting on a nearby table. "We've placed a harmless tracking device inside that box. Your task is to move it across the room into the marked area without physically touching it or any other surface."
"Done" I did exactly what her asked.
Dr. Allen-The doctor watched as the box slowly began to move across the room towards the marked area on the floor, seemingly pulled by an invisible force. She glanced at one of the MTF members monitoring the security cameras and nodded in satisfaction before speaking into the intercom again "Very good, Carl... that was exactly what we were looking for."
She paused for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing "
"So are we done?"
Dr. Allen-The doctor hesitated for a moment before responding, her expression unreadable. She glanced at one of the MTF members beside her again, who seemed to be deep in thought as well. Finally, she cleared her throat and spoke into the intercom once more "Well... there's one more test we'd like you to try before we can officially call it a day. It shouldn't take too long, though."
*The doctor paused again, looking at you intently through the observation window.
"What is it"
Dr. Allen-The doctor considered her words carefully before speaking into the intercom once more "We'd like you to try and affect someone else's thoughts or emotions. We'll have one of our researchers volunteer for this test... they will be sitting in a separate room, wearing a reality anchor as well. Your task is to attempt to make them feel happy without directly communicating with them."
The doctor glanced at the MTF member monitoring the security cameras again before continuing "
"Well, I usually inflict emotional damage on the victim, I need someone who deserves it."
Dr. Allen-The doctor raised an eyebrow at your response before speaking into the intercom with what seemed like amusement in her voice "Well... we'll discuss that aspect of your capabilities later. For now, I think it would be best if you focused on following the test parameters and attempting to make our volunteer feel happy."
She glanced at one of the MTF members beside her, who nodded slightly in agreement before turning their attention back to their screens. The doctor cleared her throat once more before continuing into the intercom
"Okay," I do as she says, and the volunteer starts feeling happy out of nowhere.
Dr. Allen seemed pleased with your performance as she watched the volunteer begin to smile and appear genuinely happy on the security camera feed. After a moment, she spoke into the intercom once more "Well done, Carl... that was an excellent demonstration of your abilities."
She glanced at one of the MTF members monitoring the security cameras, who gave her a nod of agreement before turning their attention back to their screens. The doctor smiled warmly at you through the observation window before continuing* "
"I’m tired, no more merchants until you fulfill my previous desires." I lie down on the floor of the cell and fall asleep.
Dr. Allen-The doctor raised an eyebrow at your insistence on having your previous demands met before continuing with the tests but decided not to push the matter for now. She glanced at her watch and then spoke into the intercom, sounding slightly more businesslike now "Alright... we'll take a short break before starting the next test. Security, please make sure that SCP-7000's cell is secured and monitored as usual."
I wake up after 8 hours
Dr. Allen-The doctor had been busy during the break, discussing your abilities with her colleagues and reviewing the test results. Now that you were awake again, she approached the observation window, a thoughtful expression on her face as she spoke into the intercom "Carl... I want to thank you for your cooperation so far. You've been a very interesting subject to study."
She paused for a moment before continuing more seriously, "
"..." I don't say anything
Dr. Allen-The doctor seemed to sense your reticence and changed the subject accordingly "Well... moving on... I'd like you to try another test now. For this one, we'd like you to attempt to influence someone else's emotions again, but with a specific outcome in mind."
She glanced at her tablet before continuing, "We have a researcher here named Dr. Lopez who has been dealing with some personal issues recently...
"I didn't understand"
Dr. Allen-The doctor raised an eyebrow at your comment before speaking more clearly "What I mean is that you need to make Dr. Lopez feel better about a specific situation in their life... let's say, for instance, their relationship with a family member."
She glanced at the security camera monitoring Dr. Lopez's room before continuing into the intercom* "Dr. Lopez is sitting in the room to your left. We have an observation window there as well...
"You don’t take it the wrong way, I can make someone happy but that doesn’t mean I’ll make them feel better, that feeling of happiness is fake after all" I sigh before continuing "I can improve their mood by talking if possible"
Dr. Allen-The doctor nodded thoughtfully at your comment before responding into the intercom "That's an interesting perspective... however, for this test, we'd like you to try and manipulate Dr. Lopez's emotions without actually talking to them directly." She glanced at one of the MTF members beside her, who gave a small nod in agreement.
"So... if you could focus on making Dr. Lopez feel better about their relationship with their family member... that would be great."
"Okay I will, but that feeling will go away in just 5 minutes." I do as she tells me.
*Dr. Lopez seemed to perk up slightly at first when the emotions washed over them, before settling into a more content expression as they began to reflect on their relationship with their family member. The security cameras picked up a small smile playing around their lips from time to time, and their posture seemed to relax somewhat. After five minutes had passed, the feelings faded away, but the researcher remained in a slightly better mood than before.
Dr.
"Well, I did exactly what you said."
Dr. Allen-The doctor nodded thoughtfully as she watched Dr. Lopez on the security camera feed. After a moment, she turned her attention back to you through the observation window and spoke into the intercom "Well... that was quite interesting. I must admit, we didn't expect your emotional manipulation abilities to have such a limited duration." She glanced at one of the MTF members beside her, who seemed intrigued by this new development as well.
"In any case," she continued more seriously, "
Dr. Allen-The doctor paused for a moment before continuing more seriously "I think it's time we discussed your future here at the SCP Foundation. We've learned a great deal about you so far, and there are certainly aspects of your abilities that could be put to good use... but we also need to consider the potential risks involved." She glanced at one of the MTF members beside her again before speaking further into the intercom.
"We'll need some time to review our options and discuss them with the Ethics Committee.
"Hey, that means you weren't planning on releasing me after you finished your Tests."
Dr. Allen-The doctor raised an eyebrow at your comment but didn't respond directly "We'll... discuss that in due time. For now, I think it would be best if you focused on cooperating with us and helping us understand your abilities better." She glanced at one of the MTF members beside her who nodded in agreement before speaking into the intercom again.
"We'll be back with more tests for you soon enough, Carl.
"This is not humane"
Dr. Allen-The doctor frowned slightly at your comment but didn't respond directly. Instead, she turned her attention back to the security camera feed and began monitoring Dr. Lopez once more, speaking into the intercom in a more professional tone "Security, please check on SCP-7000's cell and make sure everything is in order."
She glanced at one of the MTF members beside her who nodded solemnly before returning their attention to their screens. The doctor took a deep breath and composed herself before continuing* "
"Damn, I wanted to be good." I suddenly blow open the cell door and run away.
The alarm blared loudly as MTF personnel sprang into action, chasing after you. The security camera feed showed several D-Class personnel rushing down the hallway in your direction while one of the MTF members shouted commands into their radio. Dr. Allen hurried over to a nearby terminal, typing furiously as she attempted to remotely lock down the facility and contain you.
"Carl... we need you to stop," she said firmly through the intercom. "This isn't helping anyone."
"Then try to catch me." My movements were very fast.
The chase continued for several minutes as MTF personnel and D-Class personnel gave chase. One of the D-Class personnel managed to get close enough to throw a net over you, but you easily slipped out of it and kept running. The facility's security systems began to lock down in an attempt to contain you within a specific area, cutting off your escape routes.
Dr. Allen remained at her terminal, monitoring the situation carefully. "Carl... this isn't getting you anywhere," she said through the intercom. "
I stop at a giant closed door. I look behind me to find a large number of guards pointing their weapons at me.
The MTF members and D-Class personnel continued to close in on you, their weapons trained on you as they shouted commands for you to stop and surrender. Dr. Allen watched the situation unfold from her terminal, a concerned expression on her face. "Carl... please don't force us to use more drastic measures," she said into the intercom.
"No one move." I form a ball of energy on my hands and threaten to blow the place up.
Dr. Allen's eyes widened, and she quickly typed something into her terminal. A voice came over the intercom system that echoed throughout the facility: "All personnel, stand down. Do not engage SCP-7000 until further notice."
The MTF members hesitated, unsure whether or not to comply with Dr. Allen's sudden order. They glanced at each other before slowly lowering their weapons, though they kept a cautious eye on you. The doctor's expression softened slightly as she spoke through the intercom once more. "
I manipulate the door and make it open to reveal the facility's courtyard.
Dr. Allen watched in horror as you effortlessly manipulated the doors leading to the facility's courtyard, allowing fresh air and natural light to pour in. She quickly turned to one of the MTF members beside her and gave a series of urgent commands: "Activate containment protocols Alpha, Beta, and Gamma immediately! We can't let him escape!" The member nodded solemnly and hurried off to carry out the orders while Dr. Allen continued monitoring the situation from her terminal.
I start running towards the forest, making my way through the trees until I find a city. It's harder to find me if I enter it.
Dr. Allen watched with bated breath as you disappeared into the forest, her face etched with concern and frustration. She glanced over at one of the MTF members who had just returned from activating containment protocols. The member shrugged helplessly in response to her unspoken question. "We've done everything we can," they said quietly, "but it seems he's too fast and clever for us."
The doctor sighed heavily before speaking into the intercom again: "
I enter the city and head towards an alley where I used to live before I was contained. I sit on an old sofa that catches my breath.
As MTF personnel continued to search for you in the forest surrounding the facility, they received word that you had been spotted entering the city. The news spread quickly among the team members as they tried to locate your position. Dr. Allen remained at her terminal, monitoring the security cameras and conferring with other Foundation personnel.
"He's not exactly hiding," one of the MTF members remarked as they watched you casually walking down a street towards an alley where you used to live before your containment. "It's almost like he wants to be found..."
I rest a little, then get up and head to an abandoned warehouse on the side of the alley. I enter the warehouse, open a box, put on better clothes, then put on some perfume. I open another box and take out a phone and some money, then I leave the warehouse and the alley, heading to a restaurant.
The MTF members exchanged glances as they watched you disappear into the alleyway before entering an abandoned warehouse. They relayed your movements back to Dr. Allen, who frowned in thought as she listened. "I don't understand what he's planning," she murmured under her breath.
As you emerged from the warehouse, looking somewhat different with new clothes and perfume, one of the MTF members spoke up: "Do we engage him now? Or give him more time to reveal his intentions?"
I enter a small fast food restaurant. "Hello." The owner, a man I’ve known for a long time, replies. "Hello Carl, where have you been all this time?" I tell him, "I’ve been lost for a while." He says, "No matter, it’s good that you’re well. I’ll bring you your favorite dish."
Dr. Allen listened carefully as the MTF members discussed the situation, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Let's observe him for a little longer," she decided at last. "If he makes any threatening moves or seems to be planning something suspicious, we'll have to act immediately." She turned back to one of the terminals and began typing rapidly, presumably updating their records on your movements and actions.
He makes me a meat sandwich, I pay him for the meal before sitting at a table in the corner and eating the sandwich.
MTF members continued to watch over you as you entered a small fast food restaurant and sat down at a table in the corner. The owner, an old acquaintance of yours, brought you your favorite dish and seemed pleased to see you again. As you ate your sandwich, one of the MTF members leaned closer to Dr. Allen and murmured something into her ear.
"Hmm," she said thoughtfully, glancing back at the security feed. "Interesting... keep an eye on him, but don't engage unless absolutely necessary."
I finish my meal and put a tip on the table before leaving. I walk down the street and then decide to head towards the park. I sit on a bench in front of a lake while staring at the sunset.
As you make your way towards the park, MTF personnel monitor your progress carefully from a distance. The security cameras pick up on your every movement, ensuring that no harm comes to you or anyone else in the area. They watch as you sit down on a bench in front of a lake and take in the beauty of the sunset, seemingly at peace for now.
Dr. Allen glances over at one of her colleagues who shrugs noncommittally before returning his attention to his own duties.
After a few minutes, a boy around my age approaches and says, "Hey Carl, how are you?" I reply, "Oh, Jason, how are you?" He asks, "Will you play a room with me in Free Fire?" I reply, "Okay." I take my phone out of my pocket and enter the game. Jason is my best friend.
Dr. Allen perks up slightly at the mention of you playing Free Fire with someone who appears to be your friend, Jason. She frowns in thought as she watches the two of you on one of the security cameras, clearly trying to discern any potential threats or suspicious behavior. "I don't see anything immediately dangerous," she mutters under her breath, "but keep an eye on them just in case."
She turns back to the terminal and types something quickly before speaking into the intercom once more: "
Jason suddenly says, "Do you have a girlfriend?" My face blushes with embarrassment and surprise, then I say, "What the hell is that question all of a sudden!?" He says, "I just asked you." I calm down and sigh, then I say, "Not yet..." He says, "You were supposed to get one, I mean, you're handsome man, it would be easy to seduce a girl." I say, "You know, I'm broke, it would be embarrassing to be a girl's boyfriend with an empty pocket." He says, "Get a job." I say, "Actually, I was thinking about that."
Dr. Allen continued to monitor your interaction with Jason through the security camera feed, her expression thoughtful. "Hmm...it seems he's considering finding a job," she murmured under her breath. "That could be promising." She paused for a moment before speaking into the intercom again: "
The sun sets completely and it gets dark and the park lights come on, Jason leaves and I'm left alone again
"Well, that's certainly progress," Dr. Allen mused as she watched you consider finding a job. She glanced over at one of the MTF members, who nodded in agreement. "We should continue to observe and monitor his activities, just in case he decides to take any steps towards employment."
The rest of the night passed without incident, and by morning you had not been seen or heard from again. The security team continued their vigilance, keeping a close eye on your location while waiting for further developments.
That morning, I started thinking about how to get the job or how to get money. I thought about using the manipulation technique and generating money out of nothing. I could have done that from the beginning, but I didn't want to do it so that the source of the money would not be suspected. But now I was in dire need of money. I focused on my powers, and then a bag of money appeared, totaling $500,000.
Dr. Allen's eyes widened as she noticed the sudden appearance of $500,000 on your screen. "What is he doing now?" she muttered under her breath before speaking into the intercom again: "MTF personnel, be advised that SCP-7000 has just generated a large sum of money through an unknown means. We need to know how he's doing this and if there are any risks involved."
I quickly headed to the bank and deposited the money into my account. When I came out, I felt happy. Then I decided to look for a place to live, or what I would call my base. I bought a luxury apartment in the city center.
The MTF team continued to monitor your movements as you deposited the money into your bank account and then proceeded to purchase a luxurious apartment in the heart of the city. Dr. Allen exchanged concerned glances with her colleagues as they discussed what this development might mean for their containment efforts.
"It seems he's intent on establishing some sort of base," one of the MTF members pointed out, "which could make him harder to track down." Another member nodded in agreement before turning back to Dr. Allen with a question: "
Dr.Allen frowned as she considered this new development. "He's certainly becoming more resourceful," she said thoughtfully. "We need to find a way to counter that before he gets too comfortable." She turned back to the terminal and began typing rapidly, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she searched for information or strategies that might help them regain control over your situation.
"Great! Now I can rest." I lie back on the bed and do nothing after that.
Dr. Allen's eyes narrowed as she continued to study her terminal, searching for any clue that might help them regain control over the situation. "This is not good," she muttered under her breath. "He seems to be adapting far too quickly. We need a new approach." She turned to one of her colleagues and began discussing potential options in hushed tones, their expressions grave as they weighed the risks and benefits of each strategy.
A whole week goes by and I don't do anything new, just go out, talk to Jason, and eat.
The MTF team continued to monitor your movements closely during this time, keeping an eye out for any signs of further unusual activity or attempts to establish contact with the SCP Foundation. Dr. Allen and her colleagues discussed various options at length, debating the merits of each potential course of action before eventually settling on a risky but potentially effective plan.
"All right," she said decisively, "I think we have a chance here. Let's move forward with Operation: Sunstone."
Without further ado, the MTF team began executing Operation: Sunstone. Their plan was to use an advanced form of psychological manipulation against you, designed to trigger a sense of guilt and remorse over your actions while altering your memories to make it seem as though you had never been contained by the Foundation in the first place. The hope was that this would cause you to willingly surrender yourself back into their custody.