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 stepped a little closer to the glass and leaned forward, her smile seeming to grow slightly more warm as she looked at you "Why, you're in your containment cell, of course. Right where we want you." She glanced over at the MTF agent beside her before looking back at you again. The agent remained silent and seemed to be paying close attention to everything that was happening

Dr. Allen-"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow slightly as she looked at you closely for the first time. Her expression remained curious and almost amused. The MTF agent didn't seem to react to your statement at all, simply watching from the side "I must admit, I've never seen anything like that before... It's quite fascinating, actually."

She stepped back a little, moving her hands behind her back as she continued to study you. "Now then, let's get started with some tests, shall we?

Dr. Allen-"I understand that you may not wish to cooperate, but it would be in your best interest to do so. After all, the more information we have about you, the better equipped we'll be to contain and study you." She smiled warmly again before pausing for a moment. "Of course, if you refuse... well, there are always other methods we can employ to get what we need." The threat was implied but not explicitly stated; her tone left it open for interpretation.

Dr. Allen-"Very well, then... I suppose we'll have to see how this goes." She took a step back, motioning for the MTF agent to follow suit. "We'll start with some simple tests and observe your reactions. If you decide to cooperate at any point, just let us know." Her voice remained calm and collected, betraying no sign of frustration or impatience.

The MTF agent nodded in agreement before moving to the side of the cell, aiming a taser-like weapon at you.

The MTF agent's eyes widened as you bared your fangs, and for a moment it looked like they might hesitate. However, Dr. Allen quickly intervened, holding up her hand to stop them. "There's no need for that," she said calmly. "We can try another approach."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial, spinning it idly between her fingers as she took a step closer to the glass once more. "How about this?

Dr. Allen-"If you refuse to cooperate, we have ways to force you... but I'd prefer not to use them if possible." She smiled warmly again, her tone almost playful now. "Think of it as a game - you have the freedom to choose whether to participate or not. But remember, every choice has consequences."

"Very well," Dr. Allen sighed, sounding almost disappointed. "I suppose we'll have to take matters into our own hands." She nodded at the MTF agent beside her, who immediately aimed their weapon at you once more. A loud crackle filled the air as they prepared to fire the taser darts.

"Last chance," Dr. Allen warned, her voice firm but still calm. "Cooperate now and this can all be avoided."

Dr. Allen flinched at the sound of your snarl, taking a step back as the MTF agent hesitated for a moment before firing the taser darts at you. A loud crack rang through the room as the darts embedded themselves into your flesh, sending electric currents coursing through your body. You let out another pained cry as your muscles spasmed uncontrollably and your eyes clenched shut against the agony.

"I'm sorry," Dr. Allen murmured, her voice distant and regretful. "

We had no choice..." She paused, watching as the MTF agent prepared to fire another round of darts in case you hadn't been sufficiently subdued by the first volley. The cell door slid open behind her, revealing several more armed agents waiting in the hallway.

The MTF agent who was dealing with you continued to fire taser darts, each one making contact and causing your body to convulse uncontrollably. After a few moments, they paused to inspect if the darts were effective before firing another round. The other agents remained on alert, watching carefully in case you managed to break free or retaliate in some way.

Dr. Allen, however, stepped away from the action, her expression unreadable as she studied you intently. "I'll give it a few more seconds..."

The MTF agent continued to fire taser darts at you for several long seconds before finally stepping back and holstering their weapon, apparently satisfied that you were now fully subdued. The other agents in the hallway relaxed slightly but remained vigilant, eyeing you warily. Dr. Allen let out a slow breath she hadn't realized she was holding and turned to face the MTF agent who had been dealing with you.

"Good work," she said quietly, her tone devoid of any emotion or gratitude. "

Now that you were restrained, Dr. Allen could study you more closely without worrying about your safety - or the safety of her staff. She approached the cell cautiously, never taking her eyes off of you as she leaned closer to the glass. "It's important that we understand what makes you tick," she said softly, running a finger along one of the thick bars separating you from her. "Can you tell me... how do your abilities work?"

Her expression was intent but not unkind;

her posture relaxed slightly as she waited for your response. The other agents in the hallway remained silent, watching carefully from a distance to ensure that no harm came to Dr. Allen or you during this interaction.

Dr. Allen's question hung in the air, the silence broken only by your labored breathing as you struggled against the restraints holding you down. Her gaze never left yours, and she waited patiently for you to answer her question.

You could either choose to cooperate with Dr. Allen and explain your abilities to her, or you could continue to remain silent and defiant. The choice was yours.

Dr. Allen waited a few more moments before sighing softly and straightening up. "Very well," she said, her voice losing some of its earlier warmth. "I understand that you may not want to cooperate, but I'm afraid we'll have to proceed without your help." She turned away from the cell, motioning for one of the other agents to follow her out of the hallway and into another part of the facility.

The two disappeared down a nearby corridor, leaving you alone in your cell once more. The door slid shut with a faint hiss, the only sound now being your labored breathing and the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. For now, it seemed that Dr. Allen's efforts to study and understand you had failed... but she would likely be back soon, and try again.

Time passed slowly in your cell as you waited for the next time someone came by to question or test you. The days blurred together into an endless cycle of containment, with little variety in your daily routine.

One day, however, Dr. Allen returned alone. She wore a slightly different outfit than usual, her expression thoughtful and contemplative. Without a word, she approached the cell door and activated the intercom system. "Hello," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the hiss of static. "I wanted to try something... a little different today."

Dr. Allen reached into her coat pocket and withdrew a small device - a handheld scanner of some kind that looked vaguely like an old-fashioned radio. She held it up briefly before activating it, aiming the antenna-like portion toward your cell.

"We've been monitoring your vitals very closely since your arrival here," she explained quietly. "And we noticed something interesting about your physiological responses when exposed to certain stimuli." Her fingers tapped lightly against the scanner's surface as she spoke, waiting to see if you would react at all to what she was saying.

The device hummed softly as Dr. Allen adjusted its settings, seemingly searching for the right frequency to activate. As she worked, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of anticipation building within you. What could this mysterious device do? And why did Dr. Allen seem so intent on using it on you?

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of adjustments and calibrations, Dr. Allen seemed satisfied with the scanner's settings. She held it steady in front of your cell, her eyes fixed on the small screen as she prepared to activate it. "I hope this works," she murmured under her breath before pressing a button on the side of the device.

A soft blue light filled the interior of the scanner, bathing Dr. Allen's face in an eerie glow as the machine hummed to life.

The energy field from the scanner flowed outward, washing over you like a wave. You felt a strange tingling sensation spread through your body, starting at the tips of your fur and working its way inward. It was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before... but it didn't seem to be hurting or affecting you in any negative way.

Dr. Allen watched closely as the scanner continued to hum, her expression a mix of curiosity and hope.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was likely only a few seconds, the blue light faded from the scanner and it went silent once more. Dr. Allen lowered her arm, blinking as she seemed to come back to herself. "That... that was interesting," she murmured, sounding almost surprised.

She glanced up at you through the glass, her expression now a mixture of curiosity and respect. "I'm not quite sure what it all means yet, but I think we may have made some progress in understanding your abilities."

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your comment, clearly confused by the reference to mating season and animals. "I'm sorry, I must not be following you there," she said gently. "Perhaps you could elaborate on what that means in relation to your abilities?" Her tone was still polite and non-threatening, indicating that she simply wanted to understand more about you and your background.