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-The woman chuckled softly as she looked at you and spoke into the intercom again "Oh I see our new friend is already trying to be a little difficult, well then let's try this a different way." She leans closer to the microphone and presses a button on her phone. A moment later several D-class personnel enter your cell carrying various pieces of equipment. They begin setting up devices around you, including what appears to be a control panel for some sort of restraint system

"Now then," Dr.

Allen says conversationally, "I'm going to ask you a few questions and I want honest answers, understand?" She glances at the control panel as the D-class personnel finish their setup "Good. First question: What are your capabilities? Be specific."

Dr. Allen-The woman raised an eyebrow as you spoke, seeming amused by your response. She glanced at the D-class personnel and nodded slightly before leaning back against the wall. A moment later, a researcher with a tablet approaches her and whispers something in her ear. Dr. Allen nods and then speaks into the intercom once more

"Very well. Let's see what we can do about that." *

Dr. Allen-The woman gave a small smile, almost sympathetic as she looked at you again. She waved the researcher away and spoke into the intercom once more "I appreciate your honesty. Now then, can you control when these abilities manifest? Or are they always active?"

Dr. Allen-The woman nodded thoughtfully as she listened to your response, her expression unreadable. She glanced at the control panel again before leaning in closer to the microphone and speaking softly into it "Okay, let's try something simple. Can you, for instance, make the temperature in this room drop by ten degrees?" She pauses briefly and then adds with a hint of curiosity in her voice, "And just so we can test your control over these abilities... can you undo whatever you did before?"

Dr. Allen-The woman raised her eyebrows slightly, looking surprised by your answer. She glances back at the control panel and then turns her attention to you again. After a moment of thought, she leans in close once more and speaks into the intercom "Very well then. I have another question for you; do you possess any other abilities besides this... vampiric bite?"

Dr. Allen-The woman's expression grows more intrigued as she listens to your response. She purses her lips and glances briefly at the D-class personnel before speaking into the intercom again "I see. And how often do you need to consume blood? Daily, weekly...?"

She pauses for a moment, considering her next question carefully. Her gaze shifts back to the control panel as she thinks. Eventually, she speaks up once more, sounding somewhat skeptical* "

Dr. Allen-*The woman's eyebrow arches in interest at your response. She leans closer to the microphone, studying you intently. "I see... And what about this loss of abilities? Is that permanent if you don't consume blood?" she asks cautiously.

She hesitates for a moment, debating whether or not to continue down this line of questioning. Finally, she decides to push forward and speaks into the intercom once more* "Alright... Let's try something else then.

Dr. Allen-The woman frowns slightly at your response, clearly unsettled by it. She glances at the control panel again before turning back to you and speaking more softly into the intercom "I'm sorry if I'm making this uncomfortable for you... It's just that we need to know these things in order to keep both you and our personnel safe."

She pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Her expression grows more serious as she continues* "Let me make one thing perfectly clear;

Dr. Allen-the woman's voice hardens slightly as she speaks directly to you through the intercom "Your comfort and wellbeing are of little concern to us here. Our priority is containment, understanding your abilities, and using that knowledge for the betterment of humanity. If you cooperate with us, things will go much more smoothly for all involved."

She glances once more at the control panel before looking back at you. "Now then," she continues, her tone returning to its previous conversational nature, "

I understand that consuming blood is necessary for your survival and maintenance of your abilities. And I also understand that you can only consume it once per day or risk losing your... vampiric traits, I suppose." Dr. Allen looks slightly uncomfortable saying the word 'vampiric', but continues nonetheless. "My question is this: if we were to provide you with blood on a daily basis, would that be sufficient for our purposes?"

She pauses again, waiting for your response.

Dr. Allen blinks in surprise at your response before quickly recovering her composure. "Well, I'm afraid that information would be of no use to us in containing you," she says, a hint of amusement creeping into her voice. "However, it is an interesting tidbit." She glances at the control panel again and speaks into the intercom. "Alright, let's wrap this up for now. Thank you for your cooperation, anomaly."

After speaking, Dr. Allen presses a button on her phone and the D-class personnel step away from the control panel, dismantling it as they go. The intercom cuts out with a click. You remain in your containment cell for several hours, alone with your thoughts, before another researcher arrives to begin asking more questions.

The next day, you are awakened by the sound of footsteps approaching your cell. You open your eyes to see a female researcher, Dr. Emily, standing at the intercom. She looks to be in her early thirties and has shoulder-length brown hair. She's dressed professionally in a white lab coat over a blouse and slacks. Her expression is neutral as she speaks into the intercom.

"Good morning, SCP-7000. My name is Dr. Emily."

Dr. Emily continues, "I will be conducting some tests today involving blood samples. As per our previous conversation, we will provide you with a sufficient amount to maintain your abilities."

She pauses briefly before continuing, "For these initial tests, I'd like you to drink the sample when instructed. We'll monitor your vitals and observe any changes. Do you understand?"

Dr. Emily waits for your response, her gaze fixed on your cell through the observation window.

You nod slightly in acknowledgment of Dr. Emily's request. After a moment, she presses a button on the control panel. Your cell door slides open with a hiss. The researcher steps inside, holding a small vial filled with what appears to be red liquid.

"Alright then, anomaly. Drink this,"she says firmly as she approaches you.

Dr. Emily stares intently as you raise the vial to your lips and start drinking from it. You gulp down the contents quickly, feeling a strange warmth spread through your body. A few minutes later, you set the empty vial aside. Dr. Emily takes a step back, observing your vitals closely. Nothing seems out of the ordinary at first glance. However, after several seconds pass without any change, Dr. Emily frowns slightly and speaks into the intercom,* "Anomaly 7000, are you alright? Please respond."

As you continue to stare blankly at nothing in particular, Dr. Emily's expression grows more concerned. She fidgets with her clipboard before speaking again into the intercom.

"Subject is not responding. Vitals remain stable but there has been no other noticeable change since consuming blood sample."

She pauses for a moment, considering her next move. Then, with a sigh, she presses the button that opens the cell door once more and steps inside.

"Anomaly 7000?" She says softly, approaching you cautiously. Her hand reaches out slowly towards your shoulder.

Dr. Emily visibly relaxes at your response. "Alright then," she says, straightening up and stepping away from your cell again. "That's all we needed for now. We'll monitor you remotely until our next scheduled session." With that, she leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. The intercom clicks off, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

After several hours of monitoring, Dr. Emily returns to your cell. She looks slightly perturbed as she approaches the intercom.

"Anomaly 7000, please respond."

There is no immediate answer, only silence from within the containment chamber. Dr. Emily frowns, her brow furrowing in concern.

"Subject is not responding. Vitals are stable but there has been no movement since last check-in."

She glances over at the security camera feed, squinting at the screen.

Dr. Emily blinks in confusion at your response. "A mouse? What do you mean by that?" She asks into the intercom, leaning closer to try and get a better view through the observation window.

Suddenly, she gasps softly in surprise as she catches sight of something small scurrying across the floor of your cell - a tiny gray mouse. Her eyes widen as realization dawns on her.

"Oh my god... Did you just turn yourself into a mouse?"

She quickly presses the button to open the door, stepping inside cautiously.

As you suddenly take flight, Dr. Emily stumbles back with a startled yelp. "What the hell?!"she exclaims, looking around frantically for some kind of explanation.

The tiny mouse flies up towards the ceiling of the containment chamber and then down again, weaving between the fluorescent lights above. Dr. Emily watches in stunned silence as you make multiple loops around the room before landing gently on a nearby table.

She approaches cautiously, holding out her hand like a scientist might to an experimental animal. "Okay, little guy,"

Dr. Emily's voice shakes slightly as she speaks into the intercom. "Anomaly 7000 is currently exhibiting abnormal behavior. It appears that consuming blood samples has granted it the ability to transform into various small animals." She hesitates for a moment before continuing. "And back again."

Dr. Emily listens intently to your response, scribbling furiously on her notepad. "Very well, SCP-7000, I'll make note of that limitation. For now, we'll need to take precautions to prevent any unwanted accidents. We'll be fitting your containment cell with a new air filtration system to prevent escape."

She pauses, looking at you through the window with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "We may have some further tests involving blood samples in the near future.

Dr. Emily continues, "However, until we better understand the extent and nature of your abilities, we must proceed with caution. Any unrestrained use could pose a risk to both you and our staff."

She sighs softly, running a hand through her hair. "I know this isn't ideal, but it's important we learn more about what you can do. Is there anything else you'd like to share regarding these transformations?"

Her gaze remains fixed on you, awaiting your response.

After several long seconds pass without an answer from you, Dr. Emily nods slowly.

"Alright then, I think that concludes today's session. Rest assured, we will continue monitoring your vitals closely overnight. If there are any changes or emergencies, personnel are standing by." She turns to leave before pausing in the doorway. "Try not to worry too much, anomaly... We're here to help."

The door slides shut behind her with a final click, leaving you alone once again.