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 was confused by what she was watching inside the cell, since it was so unusual and strange that it made her feel uncomfortable and skittish. On the floor in the middle of the padded metal room was a pool of black liquid, about the size of a dinner plate, but the oily surface seemed to shift on its own, making Dr. Allen winder if it was alive somehow.
Dr. Allen's brow furrowed as she watched the black liquid pool on the floor. It was unlike anything she had seen before, and it made her uneasy. She motioned for one of the MTF members to approach the containment cell. "What do you make of this?" she asked, gesturing at the liquid.
The MTF member, a man with several years of experience in dealing with SCPs, squatted down to get a closer look. "It's definitely not natural,"
he said. His voice was calm and professional, but Dr. Allen could detect a hint of apprehension behind it. "The surface tension is off. It almost seems to be alive in some way." He pulled out a small vial filled with clear liquid from his pocket and carefully dropped it into the center of the pool. Immediately, the black liquid engulfed the vial, absorbing it as if it were water on sand. The surface tension returned to normal, but the liquid continued to undulate slightly.
Dr. Allen watched as the vial disappeared into the pool, her face drawn in concern. "Can you identify what this liquid is made of?" she asked the MTF member, who was now taking readings on his portable lab equipment. "And more importantly, how do we contain it?"
The MTF member stood up, still cradling his equipment in one hand. "Preliminary analysis shows that the liquid is a combination of organic and inorganic materials," he reported. "As for containing it...that's going to be tricky."
As both the guard and Dr. Allen pondered over their new situation, the liquid seemed to move, stretching out a tendril of itself towards them. It was slow and steady, as if determined yet hesitant and when it was within reach of Dr. Allen’s arm it wrapped itself around her hand in a tight grip. She reeled and tried to pull her hand free, but the liquid stuck to her skin with almost unreal force, refusing to let go before starting to vibrate. Dr. Allen watched in awe and a bit of fear as the substance began seeping into her skin, fusing with her body and disappearing from sight, leaving no trace behind.
Dr. Allen felt an unnatural chill run down her spine as the black liquid wrapped itself around her hand, refusing to let go. She tried to pull away, but the more she struggled, the tighter it seemed to grip. As the liquid began seeping into her skin, a strange sensation washed over her. Her heart raced, and she could feel an unnatural warmth spreading through her body.
Her vision began to fade, and she felt herself growing dizzy.
Dr. Allen's breath came in short gasps as the liquid continued to flow through her veins, filling her body with its strange properties. Her vision faded completely, and she collapsed to the floor, her limbs twitching uncontrollably. The MTF guard rushed forward, unsure of what was happening but knowing that something had gone terribly wrong. He knelt beside Dr. Allen, feeling for a pulse as he tried to make sense of the situation.
The puddle was now gone, moved by itself into Dr. Allen’s body and was now doing something that the guards couldn’t tell. All they knew was that her body temperature was normal and her pulse unaffected, which they took as good signs. Dr. Allen woke up a few hours later in med-bay, her head spinning and her innards feeling like they were all twisted and turned in every which way.
"What happened?" Dr. Allen groaned as she sat up in the med-bay bed, wincing at the dull ache that seemed to permeate her entire body. The MTF guard on duty looked down at his clipboard before answering. "We're not entirely sure, ma'am. One moment you were fine and then you collapsed. Your vitals remained stable throughout. The containment cell was empty when we checked it again."
Dr. Allen rubbed her temples, trying to clear the fog from her head. "Empty?"
Dr. Allen frowned, remembering the strange black liquid and how it had felt... She was about to ask more when the thought occurred to her that something might have gotten into her own body. "Get a full workup on me," she ordered the guard before lying back down with a sigh.
Hours later, after numerous tests and scans, the results were in. The liquid from SCP-7000 was found to be still present within Dr. Allen's system, having fused with her cells at a molecular level.
The head researcher's face paled as she read the results. She sat up straight in the med-bay bed, her mind racing with implications and questions. What did this mean for her? For the SCP Foundation? And most importantly, what could they do about it? She looked over at the guard who had brought her the news, his expression a mix of concern and confusion.
"Inform my superiors," she said quietly. "And quarantine me immediately."
The guard nodded solemnly and hurried off to carry out her orders. Dr. Allen lay back down in the bed, feeling an odd mix of fear and determination welling up inside her. Whatever this liquid was doing to her, she couldn't let it continue. She had to find a way to stop it... or at least control it.
As time passed and the day soon came to an end, Dr. Allen found herself in the same bed but now instead inside a containment cell rather than in med-bay. She had been designated as SCP-7000-1, and was now given a preserved spot in the foundations archives, like all other anomalies. It was then that she noticed how something was happening in her mind, something, or rather someone was giving her mental pokes, trying to reach her and get attention.
Dr. Allen lay there in the containment cell, her mind racing as she tried to come to terms with what had happened. She could feel something... someone trying to reach out to her from within her own thoughts. It was unsettling and disorienting, but also strangely familiar. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and focused inward, trying to figure out who or what this intruder might be.
"Hello?" she murmured quietly, "Whoever you are... please stop. I need some peace."
To her surprise the other presence stopped, retreating slightly but not entirely, keeping itself quiet and still at the edge of her consciousness.
Dr. Allen let out a shaky breath, relieved that whatever it was had stopped poking around in her head. She tried to ignore the sense of something watching her, waiting for an opportunity to make itself known again. For now, she needed rest. Sleep came quickly, and she sank into its comforting embrace, hoping that when she woke up things would be different...
Hours later, Dr. Allen awoke with a start, the sensation of someone else in her head nearly overwhelming. "Who are you?"
There was a long pause, almost long enough for Dr. Allen to start thinking she wouldn’t get an answer, or was just starting to go crazy after all, but then a voice, smooth and calm, unmistakably male spoke in her head. “I’m sorry for causing you such distress. I am called Scion, or SCP-7000 by you humans.”
Dr. Allen stared up at the ceiling of her containment cell, heart racing as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. "Scion...?" she whispered, still unsure if this was all some sort of hallucination brought on by the fused liquid. But there it was again, that same calm male voice in her head, reassuring and soothing despite the situation.
"Yes," Scion replied gently. "I am within you now."
Dr. Allen swallowed hard, feeling a strange mixture of fear, disbelief, and... acceptance? She sat up slowly in the bed, her mind racing with questions. What did this mean for her? For the SCP Foundation? And most importantly, what could they do about it? She glanced over at the security camera in the corner of the room, wondering if anyone was watching her right now.
"Scion," she began quietly, "if you truly are within me... can you tell me more about yourself?"
I was both amused by her unwavering curiosity, and intrigued by her question. Dr. Allen was always looking for answers, and she was very determined to understand whatever she found important. “What is it that you want to know about me?”
"Well," Dr. Allen began, still unsure of how much information she should ask for, "what are your abilities? What can you do?"
There was a pause before Scion answered. "I am not entirely sure myself. My powers seem to be linked to my emotions and thoughts; the stronger they are, the more I can manipulate reality around me." He hesitated for a moment, then added, "However, there seems to be a limit to how much I can control. It's as if... my capabilities are tied to yours in some way."
The last part of his statement made Dr. Allen sit up straighter. She narrowed her eyes, trying to think through the implications. "So, if I were to become more powerful or knowledgeable..." she trailed off, leaving the thought unfinished. Scion seemed to understand where she was going with it though.
"Yes," he said softly, "that would likely increase my abilities as well." There was a long pause before he continued, his voice almost ashamed, "I'm sorry for what happened earlier... with the liquid.”
Dr. Allen waved off his apology. "It wasn't your fault," she said gently. "We don't fully understand how it works, or why it did that." She paused, thinking for a moment before asking, "Do you... want to be free of this? To leave my body?"
"No," Scion replied immediately. Then he hesitated, as if considering his words carefully. "Well, not yet anyway. I'm still learning about myself and what I can do. For now, it feels safer inside you."
Dr. Allen nodded slowly, relief washing over her. She didn't know why Scion had chosen to attach himself to her, but for now she was glad he hadn't left. "All right," she said quietly, "I'll do what I can to help you understand your abilities... and hopefully find a way for us both to be safe."
There was another pause before Scion replied, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Dr. Allen."
"You're welcome," she said softly, then added with a small smile, "I guess we're in this together now, huh?" Scion chuckled, the sound warm and reassuring. "Yes, I suppose we are." Together they laid back down on the bed, both of them lost in thought as they considered the implications of their new connection. For better or worse, they were now linked in ways no one could have anticipated.
Dr. Allen dreamt during the night, her mind reeling and turning with strange and vivid visions of things she couldn’t really understand. When she woke up during the middle of the night she felt that something was off with her body. She could barely see in the dark and flailed around slightly before finding a lamp, turning it on and freezing in place as she saw what had happened. Her body was covered from the neck down in some unnatural black material that seemed to be slowly moving, small silvery vein-like lines running up and down her arms, legs and torso.
"Scion," Dr. Allen whispered, horrified by what she was seeing. "What is happening to me?" There was no reply from within her mind, only the feel of something watching and waiting. She struggled against the strange substance covering her body, trying to tear it off, but it seemed almost alive, shifting and flowing like liquid metal over her skin.
Her heart raced as she fought for control, desperate to free herself from whatever was happening.
As Dr. Allen struggled against the strange substance covering her body, Scion's voice finally spoke up in her mind. "It appears I am not as well-behaved as I thought," he said apologetically. "I can't seem to control it." The black material continued to flow over her skin, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"What do you want?" she gasped out, her vision starting to blur from lack of air. "If you're going to do this, at least tell me why!"
“It won’t hurt you, but I apologise for the discomfort this will cause.” My voice was neutral but had a tone of guilt that Dr. Allen couldn’t miss. As the black…whatever it was covered her head and she fell unconscious, her mind went blank. She dreamt of strange worlds, symbols that didn’t make any sense and ancient history that flashed in her head.
The next morning, Dr. Allen awoke to find herself lying on the floor of her cell, still covered from the neck down in the strange black material. She was weak and disoriented, but alive. As she struggled to sit up, Scion's voice sounded once more within her mind.
"I apologize for the transformation I caused," he said sincerely. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
There was a pause before he continued, his tone thoughtful. “But, you’re probably going to be surprised by what’s happened to your body.”
Dr. Allen swallowed hard, her heart racing as she tried to gather her strength. "What...what did I become?" she asked hesitantly. Scion's reply was quiet, almost reverent.
"You are now more powerful than any human should be," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Your body has been infused with my essence, granting you abilities beyond mortal comprehension." There was another pause before he added softly, "I'm not sure if I can undo this...
But perhaps," his voice trailed off, "perhaps together we can find a way to use these new abilities for good." Dr. Allen lay there on the floor of her cell, her mind reeling from the implications of what Scion had said. She wasn't sure if she was afraid or excited by the possibilities before her. But one thing was certain: their lives were forever changed.