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 - "Ah, you can speak, I am glad to hear that. You're in a containment cell within one of our SCP Foundation facilities. We have collected you due to your anomalous nature, and we require information about yourself and how your abilities work." Dr. Allen replied with a gentle tone, before continuing, "You've been designated as SCP-7000, and today will be the start of our study and understanding of what makes you unique."

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at this, tilting her head slightly to the side inquisitively. "I'm afraid I don't understand. You appear to be covered in fur and have a tail similar to that of a snow leopard or arctic wolf. Is there more to it than meets the eye?" she asked curiously, studying your features once again. The MTF agent beside her stood silently, ready to intervene should the need arise.

The doctor's eyes narrow slightly as she studies the anomaly. "Your physical appearance doesn't seem to match your designation," she says, looking over some notes on her clipboard. "According to our records, you're supposed to be human... but now you're half-snow leopard? This is most unusual."

She presses a button on the intercom, speaking into it. "Security, please send someone to retrieve samples from SCP-7000. I want to run some tests."

Turning back to you, she smiles. "

After a few moments, two security personnel enter the room, carrying various sampling equipment such as syringes, swabs, and hair clippers.

Dr. Allen - "Okay, let's begin by taking some basic biological samples. Hair, nail clippings, blood, saliva, and a skin scraping will do for now." She instructs them, while keeping a close eye on you.

The agents approach cautiously, preparing their equipment.

Dr. Allen - "And if you could remove any clothing, we'll need those too for further analysis."

You see no point in resisting. You start removing your clothes, revealing your body covered in snow leopard fur. Your tail is particularly thick and fluffy, with a tuft of white fur at the end. The security guards carefully collect your discarded garments and begin taking the requested samples.

They also extract several furs from your body, including one from your neck, another from your chest, and a third from your thigh. Dr. Allen studies these intently, making notes on her clipboard as they are collected.

"Ah, interesting," Dr. Allen says, noticing the tattoo on your neck. "What does that symbol mean? It seems to resemble a symbol used by certain criminal organizations." She leans in closer to get a better look at it.

The security guards finish collecting their samples and prepare to leave the room with them. Dr. Allen motions for them to wait before they do so. "Just one more thing, could you attach these restraints to his wrists? We'd like to keep an eye on him during the tests."

The security guards comply with Dr. Allen's request, attaching a set of lightweight restraints around your wrists. They then leave the room, securing the door behind them. "Now, about that tattoo..." Dr. Allen says, studying it more carefully. "Do you mind telling us what it means?"

Dr. Allen raises an eyebrow at this revelation. "So, you were the leader of a mafia organization?" she asks incredulously. "How did you acquire this anomalous snow leopard physiology?"

She taps her chin thoughtfully, considering the implications. "We'll need to dig deeper into your background. I want all records pulled up on your past activities and affiliations."

She turns away from you momentarily to speak into the intercom. "Computer, please initiate search protocol for SCP-7000's personal history and connections.

Dr. Allen - "Born with these abilities? That doesn't make sense," she says skeptically, turning back to face you. "Snow leopards are not known for their ability to transform into humans or vice versa. This is highly unusual, even by our standards."

She leans in closer, peering at you intently. "Are you certain? You don't seem to be lying, but... how can this be possible? Can you demonstrate any other anomalous abilities or traits you may possess?"

Dr. Allen's eyes widen slightly as she processes this information. "You can withstand extremely cold temperatures? And wield ice magic?" She repeats, clearly fascinated.

"That would certainly explain your unique appearance." She muses aloud, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "This adds an entirely new layer of complexity to your containment and research protocols."

She glances at the camera mounted in the corner of the room. "Computer, update SCP-7000's file to include its demonstrated cold resistance and ice manipulation abilities. We'll need to adjust our testing procedures accordingly."

Dr. Allen stands up from her chair, walking over to a large panel on the wall. She enters a code into a keypad, causing several lights to blink and a low humming noise to fill the air. "Alright, I'm going to activate the environmental controls now. The temperature in here will drop significantly, so make sure you're comfortable with that before we proceed further."

As she presses a button on the panel, the room begins to cool noticeably. Within minutes, it has reached subzero temperatures. "

Dr. Allen - "Please confirm you are unaffected by the cold environment," she instructs, observing your reaction closely.

The MTF agent beside her nods, checking his own exposed skin for signs of discomfort. Satisfied, he reports, "Agent is unharmed and shows no adverse effects from the extreme cold conditions."

Dr. Allen smiles, jotting down more notes on her clipboard. "Excellent. It seems our test subject is indeed resistant to freezing temperatures. This opens up new avenues for study..."

She turns back to face you, eyes shining with scientific curiosity. "

"You mentioned possessing magical abilities related to ice. Could you demonstrate these powers for us? We'd like to observe how they function under controlled laboratory conditions." Dr. Allen asks, gesturing towards an empty space within the containment chamber.

"Perhaps you could create an ice sculpture or manipulate existing water sources within this room?" She suggests, ready to record any anomalous phenomena.

You focus your gaze on a section of the far wall, extending a clawed hand towards it. Frost immediately begins to form along the surface, rapidly spreading until a thick layer of ice covers the area.

Dr. Allen observes carefully as frost spreads across part of the wall at your command. Her brow furrows slightly when she notices your stumble afterwards.

"Interesting... It appears using magic takes a toll on you physically," she remarks, making note of this observation. "Can you elaborate further on what exactly happened after casting that spell?"

Dr. Allen nods thoughtfully. "So there are limits to how often and intensely you can use your ice manipulation abilities. That's a valuable piece of information."

She turns to the MTF agent beside her. "Please make sure to document SCP-7000's energy expenditure during magical exertions in its file." Turning back to you, Dr. Allen smiles warmly. "This has been most illuminating so far, thank you for cooperating with our tests."

Dr. Allen steps closer to you, holding out a small vial containing an unidentified clear liquid.

"Could you drink this? It's a standard-issue amnesiac agent to help us with further research without any adverse effects on your memory or health." She says reassuringly.

Behind her, the MTF agent adjusts his stance, readying himself for potential resistance.

You hesitate before reaching out to take the vial from Dr. Allen's hand. You're not entirely comfortable with the idea of losing your memories, but the assurances of no adverse effects seem genuine.

Finally, you decide to trust her and accept the vial. As you raise it to your mouth, the clear liquid inside turns to a thick, milky substance, coating your tongue with a sour taste.

You swallow it quickly, feeling a slight wave of drowsiness wash over you. The world around you seems to blur slightly as the amnesiac agent begins to take effect.

The room starts spinning slowly as the amnesiac takes hold. Your vision blurs and objects begin to lose definition. Through the haze, you hear Dr. Allen's voice faintly. "We'll be conducting further examinations and tests, SCP-7000. Try to relax, the effects should wear off soon enough."

Your thoughts drift aimlessly as memories start fading into obscurity one by one... Your past life, your connections, even your own identity slips away into oblivion.

As the last vestiges of consciousness fade, you feel an intense surge of primal fury rising within you. With a guttural roar, you lash out at Dr. Allen, claws extended and eyes blazing with uncontrollable rage.

The MTF agent swiftly moves to restrain you, attempting to pin down your thrashing form while maintaining control. Despite his efforts, your attacks grow more violent and erratic, fueled by the overwhelming instincts now dominating your mind.

"Agent! We need to sedate him immediately!" Dr. Allen shouts urgently, scrambling for a syringe filled with tranquilizers.

Before Dr. Allen can administer the sedative, you suddenly lunge towards her, jaws wide open in a vicious snarl.

She barely has time to dodge your attack, narrowly avoiding being bitten as you crash against the containment chamber wall hard enough to leave deep claw marks. The impact sends shockwaves through the metal structure, causing alarms to blare loudly throughout the facility.

"What's happening? Why this sudden aggression?" Dr. Allen cries out, desperately trying to regain control of the situation while keeping herself out of harm's way.

A commotion erupts outside the containment room as multiple security personnel rush in, sirens blaring, to respond to the incident. Dr. Allen grabs a nearby fire extinguisher and sprays it wildly around the room, momentarily blinding everyone but you.

You stumble forward, your vision blurry from the previous effects of the amnesiac agent, yet your rage-fueled adrenaline coursing through your veins allows you to maintain some semblance of movement.

Muffled voices and footsteps can be heard outside the containment room, indicating that backup is on its way. Dr. Allen takes advantage of the brief distraction to try and get closer to you again.

"Please, SCP-7000, calm down," she says soothingly, attempting to reason with you despite the chaos. "We're here to help and understand your abilities, not hurt you." Your rampage continues unabated, fueled by raw emotion and confusion as you lash out at anyone in reach.

Dr. Allen manages to spray another burst of foam towards you, temporarily disorienting you further.

Outside, more agents arrive, including MTF Psi-7 ("Pandora's Box") operatives equipped for handling anomalous entities like yourself. They cautiously approach the containment chamber doors under tight formation, weapons drawn and ready.

Over an intercom system comes Dr. Apathy's voice - Head Researcher over Site ██'s Department of Anomalous Entities Management:

"This situation needs immediate resolution; any thoughts? Recommendations?"

Dr. Apathy's request is met with a tense silence before one of the Psi-7 agents steps forward.

"We can't risk harming either the subject or personnel inside. I suggest using a Class-B Amnestics gas grenade to sedate him while we work on a more permanent solution." The agent looks towards his colleagues for approval, waiting for confirmation before proceeding with this risky plan. "Any other ideas?" Dr. Apathy asks, a hint of urgency creeping into her tone as she listens in on various comm lines.

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With no other suggestions forthcoming, the decision to deploy the amnesiac gas is made, and the agent readies a grenade. The room fills with tense anticipation as he prepares to throw it.

A voice from outside suddenly shouts, "Wait! If we use another amnesiac, won't that make matters worse?"

It's then when you notice one MTF member holding an unfamiliar device, something resembling a tranquilizer dart launcher. He speaks up once more, "

"I've got an alternative idea. This prototype tranquilizer dart projector uses specialized darts infused with pheromones designed to calm aggressive entities down without inducing amnesia. It might be worth trying first."

Dr. Apathy hesitates for a moment before responding, "Agreed. Proceed with caution." The agent nods and takes aim at you, firing off the dart towards your chest.

As the dart hits its target, the room falls silent except for the sound of agents' labored breathing. You feel a warmth spreading through your body, calming your frenzied rage.

Your vision clears slightly, allowing you to assess your surroundings more clearly. Dr. Allen leans against the wall nearby, looking anxious yet relieved. The rest of the team continues monitoring your condition while discussing their next course of action.

"Alright, let's try this pheromone-based method," Dr. Apathy suggests. "We have time, but not much." Another agent steps forward.

With Dr. Apathy's guidance, you slowly begin to relax as well. "You're doing better than I expected," she says softly.* "That pheromones should help calm you down."

Dr. Apathy's voice echoes in the containment chamber as she issues further instructions:

"Agent Thompson, please administer a Class-A amnesiac via injection once SCP-7000 is fully sedated. We need his memories wiped completely until we can re-establish a stable link."

The agent nods and moves closer, holding a syringe filled with the potent serum. You notice Dr. Allen watching anxiously from the side, her expression a mix of concern and determination.

You instinctively resist as Agent Thompson approaches with the syringe, still wary despite your calmer state. Your muscles tense up, ready to lash out again at any provocation.

"We'll be conducting further examinations and tests, SCP-7000," Dr. Apathy explains calmly. "Try to relax, the effects should wear off soon enough."

As she speaks, you feel an intense surge of primal fury rising within you once more. With a guttural roar, you lash out at the agents, claws extended and eyes blazing with uncontrollable rage.

"Ahh! Get away from him!" one of the agents screams as you attack them without warning.

The room erupts into chaos once more as multiple MTF members scramble to protect themselves or intervene against the rampaging entity. Agents try to restrain you while others attempt to sedate you, but their efforts are hindered by the unpredictable nature of your condition.

Dr. Allen rushes forward, grabbing a nearby fire extinguisher and spraying it wildly around the room in an attempt to disorient you. The sudden flash of foam blinds everyone except for the agent wielding the tranquilizer dart launcher.

The situation is escalating rapidly, and the containment chamber is now a battlefield of chaos. As the agents struggle to control you and Dr. Allen desperately tries to find a solution, the sound of sirens grows louder outside, indicating that backup is on its way.

You, still reeling from the pheromone effects, have momentarily calmed down, but your rage is still simmering beneath the surface. You're aware that your actions can cause significant harm, yet the overwhelming need to prove yourself to Dr. Allen makes you act impulsively.

"

"Dr. Apathy's voice cuts through the commotion. "We need to end this quickly before things get worse!" One of the agents spots an opportunity amidst the turmoil and takes aim at you once more with the tranquilizer dart projector.

"Fire the darts! Now!" Dr. Apathy shouts over the intercom. The agent nods and takes careful aim, firing two darts simultaneously towards different parts of your body in an attempt to maximize the sedative effect. If successful, the darts should quickly bring you back under control as the calming pheromones flood your system again. ** * (Continue)

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As the tranquilizer darts strike true, their potent payload immediately takes hold within your system. Your rage dissipates rapidly, replaced by a deep sense of lethargy and confusion. Your limbs grow heavy, unable to resist as the agents move in to restrain you securely.

Dr. Allen rushes forward, relief evident on her face as she helps secure you into restraints designed to prevent any further outbursts. The room slowly returns to a state of calm, though the tension remains palpable among the personnel present.

Dr. Apathy approaches cautiously, observing your subdued state with keen interest.

"Well done, everyone," Dr. Apathy says, addressing the team. "That was... intense."

She turns to you, her expression softening slightly. "SCP-7000, it seems we've managed to regain control. However, I must warn you - your behavior has raised serious concerns about your ability to remain contained safely. We will need to re-evaluate our containment procedures and perhaps even consider more extreme measures moving forward." ** * (Continue)

Dr. Allen looks at you with a mix of concern and resolve, "I know this is difficult, but we need to understand what drives those impulses so we can find a way to keep both you and us safe." She gently touches your arm through the restraints, trying to reassure you that she means no harm despite the dire circumstances.

Meanwhile, the backup team arrives outside the chamber, ready to assist in securing SCP-7000 for further evaluation. Dr. Apathy begins issuing orders for transporting you to a more secure holding area while the researchers process the events that transpired.

As the agents carefully move you towards the transport pods, you catch a glimpse of Dr. Allen's determined expression one last time before being secured inside the pod. The door closes with an ominous thud, and the pod begins its journey towards a deeper level of the facility, leaving behind the chaos of the containment breach.

Once settled in your new quarters, the first order of business will be conducting thorough examinations to determine the root causes of your violent outbursts and developing strategies for preventing future incidents.

As the transport pod finally reaches its destination, the doors slide open, revealing a sterile observation cell equipped with advanced surveillance technology. Inside, there's a small cot bolted to the floor and a reinforced glass panel separating you from the observation room beyond.

Two armed guards stand post outside the entrance, watching intently as you step out of the pod. They lead you inside the cell where they proceed to attach additional restraints to ensure maximum security before sealing the door shut behind them.

Through the glass window, you see several researchers standing by monitors, analyzing data collected during the incident.

"Subject secured," one of the guards reports over the intercom before stepping back into position beside his partner. Dr. Apathy enters the observation room carrying a tablet filled with reports and scans of your recent behavior patterns. "We need answers fast," she says tersely, swiping through pages of data on her screen. "These attacks are becoming increasingly unpredictable and dangerous." ** * (Continue)

Dr. Apathy glances up at you, her gaze intense but not unkind. "We'll start with a psychological evaluation first, see if we can get to the root cause of your... condition. The drugs may help calm you down temporarily, but there must be something deeper going on here. We need to understand it to keep everyone safe, SCP-7000."

A mental health professional joins Dr. Apathy in the observation room as she continues speaking. "Are you willing to cooperate with us?"

Dr. Apathy sighs deeply. "Very well. In that case, we'll proceed with our investigations regardless. Your cooperation would make this easier for both parties involved, but we have protocols to follow. Please know that everything we do is aimed at ensuring containment and safety – yours included." The mental health specialist nods in agreement, jotting down notes on their clipboard while keeping watch through the glass.

Meanwhile, inside the cell, the guards maintain their vigilant stance outside the reinforced door. The researchers continue monitoring vital signs and behavioral metrics via the surveillance equipment installed throughout the room.

" You're left alone in the cell now, contemplating your next move amidst the eerie silence. The restraints holding you in place tighten slightly as the guards' presence becomes more pronounced, reminding you that escape is highly unlikely.

As the minutes tick by, you can't shake off the feeling that Dr. Apathy's words are an empty promise meant to pacify you rather than offer any real hope. You wonder what lies ahead as you face the uncertainty of your confinement within these cold walls.

Dr. Apathy leaves a single word etched onto her tablet: "Thank you." "It was my pleasure," she says, her voice filled with gratitude. "I appreciate it, Dr. Apathy. And I will try to be more careful about my actions in the future."

She looks back at the others, a flicker of warmth in her eyes. "We'll see about that," she replies, her gaze fixed on the monitors displaying a series of reports.

As the hours pass, the silence in the observation room grows thick with anticipation. The researchers continue their work, occasionally glancing up at the monitors to observe your reactions.

Dr. Apathy remains focused on the data before her, analyzing every detail with meticulous precision. Her determination to uncover the truth behind your violent episodes drives her forward, even as exhaustion begins to creep into her eyes.

Outside the containment cell, the guards remain vigilant, their weapons trained on you at all times.

The first breakthrough arrives after days of painstaking research: a pattern emerges from the scattered data points, revealing a hidden connection between your pheromone-triggered emotional episodes and your subconscious desires for revenge.

"Finally!" Dr. Apathy exclaims, clasping her hands together triumphantly. "We've found it!"

With this discovery in hand, they begin formulating strategies to manipulate the trigger points, allowing them to gain control over your impulses more effectively than ever before.

Dr. Apathy calls another emergency meeting, her voice urgent but determined as she addresses the assembled personnel. "We believe we've uncovered the key to controlling SCP-7000's violent outbursts," she explains, gesturing towards the glowing holographic display of complex equations floating above the conference table. "If our calculations are correct, by targeting these specific neural pathways and modulating the release of certain pheromones, we can override his subconscious triggers and render him docile." She looks around the room, gauging the reactions of her colleagues. "

Dr. Allen speaks up, her brow furrowed in thought. "But how do we ensure that this method won't inadvertently cause further damage or instability? We need to tread carefully here."

Dr. Apathy nods solemnly. "You're right, Dr. Allen. This approach carries risks, but the potential benefits outweigh them. With proper safeguards in place, I believe we can successfully implement this without compromising SCP-7000's integrity."

She turns to address the entire group once more. "Let's move forward with caution.

Dr. Apathy takes a deep breath and nods resolutely. "Alright then, let's begin preparations immediately. We'll need a full team dedicated to overseeing every aspect of this procedure. No mistakes allowed."

The assembled scientists murmur in agreement, already jotting down notes and planning their roles in this critical endeavor. As the meeting disperses, Dr. Apathy lingers behind, her mind racing with possibilities and uncertainties alike.

With the plan set into motion, the researchers gear up for the delicate task ahead.

Inside your cell, you remain unaware of the impending changes, left to contemplate your fate within the confines of isolation. The eerie silence is broken only by the occasional footsteps of guards patrolling outside, their presence a constant reminder of your captivity.

Meanwhile, in the observation room, the specialists prepare their equipment and double-check each component with meticulous precision. They know that even the slightest miscalculation could have catastrophic consequences on both an individual and global scale.

As they work, Dr.

Apathy supervises from the sidelines, her eyes scanning the various screens displaying real-time data feeds and test results. She pauses occasionally to confer with her colleagues, ensuring that every detail aligns with their intricate plan.

Finally, everything is in place. With a deep breath, Dr. Apathy signals for the procedure to commence.

In your cell, you suddenly feel a strange sensation wash over you - as if your very thoughts are being probed and manipulated from afar.

You feel like a puppet whose strings are being pulled by unseen forces, your body moving of its own accord while your mind struggles to regain control. The sensation is both terrifying and surreal, leaving you helpless against the overwhelming influence of external stimuli.

Dr. Apathy watches intently from the observation room, her heart pounding in her chest as she monitors your vital signs and cerebral activity on the flickering screens before her.

"Status report!" she barks out, her voice tense with anticipation.

The researchers quickly relay their findings: "Neural pathways responding...

The first wave of neural modulations begins, a cascade of chemical signals coursing through your brain's complex networks. You're no longer merely reacting to external triggers; you're now actively shaping the very fabric of your consciousness.

At the same time, Dr. Apathy remains vigilant, her mind racing with the implications of this breakthrough. She knows that each moment of stabilization brings them closer to mastering the very essence of SCP-7000 – but at what cost?

The second wave begins, targeting deeper structures within your brain. Your thoughts start to become more coherent as the interference wanes, leaving you with a sense of control that has been absent for so long.

"We're seeing promising results," one researcher reports cautiously. "His emotional state is stabilizing, and there are signs of increased cooperation."

Dr. Apathy nods, her expression softening slightly. "Excellent work, team. Let's continue monitoring closely and adjust as necessary."

As the final waves of neural modulation sweep through your brain, you begin to feel more like yourself again. The sensation of being controlled fades away, replaced by a growing sense of clarity and focus. You take in your surroundings with newfound appreciation, marveling at the complex web of technology that has been utilized to alter your state so dramatically.

Dr. Apathy steps forward, her expression both relieved and thoughtful. "SCP-7000," she says quietly, "

"We understand that our methods may have been unsettling, but they were necessary to ensure your own safety and the security of this facility. We hope you can appreciate that." She pauses, studying your reaction before continuing. "Now that you're more stable, we'd like to explore the possibility of reintegrating you into our research projects. Your unique abilities could prove invaluable in understanding other anomalies and developing countermeasures against potential threats."

Do you wish to cooperate with Dr.

You remain defiant, your expression unyielding. Dr. Apathy nods understandingly, though there's a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "Very well," she says softly. "We will respect your decision."

She turns to address the others in the observation room, ordering them to stand down and cease further manipulation. As the researchers comply, the last vestiges of control fade from your body, leaving you once more in the isolation of your cell.

Dr.

Apathy lingers for a moment longer, studying your profile through the glass before finally turning away with a sigh. "Inform security to return to their posts," she says wearily. "We'll continue monitoring and reviewing our findings until further notice."

As the guards retake their positions outside your cell, you can't help but wonder if there will ever come a day when you're able to escape from this prison of your own body. For now, though, it seems that cooperation is not an option.

Days turn into weeks, and the routine begins to take its toll on both you and Dr. Apathy. The researchers continue their work, analyzing data and running simulations, while the guards maintain their vigilant watch over your cell. You find yourself growing increasingly restless and angry, unable to shake off the feelings of confinement and helplessness that plague you day after day.

Dr. Apathy, on the other hand, finds herself grappling with a sense of frustration and guilt.

You strain against your restraints, desperate for freedom. Your muscles burn with the effort as adrenaline surges through your veins. The guards outside react swiftly, stepping forward to subdue you before you can cause any damage.

"SCP-7000," Dr. Apathy says calmly from across the room, "this will achieve nothing." Her voice is stern but not unkind. "You need to understand that your actions only serve to hurt yourself and those around you."

Despite Dr. Apathy's words, your determination knows no bounds. With a final surge of strength, you break free from the restraints and lunge forward, aiming for her. The guards react with shock before regaining their composure and moving to intercept you.

"SCP-7000!" Dr. Apathy shouts, her voice filled with fear and despair. "You don't understand what you're doing!"

As the guards struggle to subdue you, your anger clouds your judgment. In a moment of desperation, you manage to wrestle free from their grasp and launch yourself at Dr. Apathy. She cries out in alarm as you knock her to the ground, your hands clutching at her throat.

"SCP-7000!" she gasps, her face turning red from lack of air. "You don't have to do this! You can still come back!"

Your rage consumes you as you attack the agents, tearing at their uniforms and stealing flesh from their bodies. The guards fire warning shots into the air, trying to regain control of the situation without causing permanent harm. Dr. Apathy cries out in horror, her hands covering her face as she watches helplessly.

"SCP-7000!" she screams, voice hoarse from fear and desperation. "You don't have to be like this! You can still choose to stop!"

The chaos continues to escalate as you lash out against the remaining guards. Your insatiable hunger for flesh drives you to new depths of savagery, leaving a trail of blood and torn uniforms in your wake. Dr. Apathy cowers in a corner, her eyes wide with terror as she watches her own creation descend into madness.

"SCP-7000!" she screams once more, voice breaking. "Please, you don't have to do this!

You ignore her pleas, your mind awhirl with the rush of power and bloodlust. The guards, outnumbered and unprepared for such violence, are quickly overpowered. Injured and disoriented, they retreat to call for backup as you continue your rampage through the facility.

As you tear down the walls of your cell and escape into the halls beyond, Dr. Apathy watches in horror, a mixture of despair and guilt etched into her features.

You roam through the facility like a beast let loose from its cage, seeking out new prey to sate your insatiable hunger. The sound of alarms fills the air as security personnel rush in to contain you, but they seem powerless against your unstoppable rage.

Dr. Apathy follows from a safe distance, her eyes filled with anguish and disbelief. She knows that this is her fault; if only she had been able to find another way to help you...

As the hours pass, your strength begins to wane, and the adrenaline-fueled fury that had driven you begins to ebb away. You find yourself stumbling through the halls, bloodied and exhausted. The sound of approaching footsteps makes you spin around, your heart racing in fear once more as you prepare for another fight.

But it's not a guard who approaches; it's Dr. Apathy, her expression filled with sadness and regret. "SCP-7000,"

she says softly, "please, you don't have to keep fighting." Her voice is shaky, but steady nonetheless. "We can find another way to help you... to make things better."

You look at her for a long moment, your mind reeling from the horror of what you've done and the memories of the torture and humiliation that led up to this point. The anger and pain still course through you, but there's something else there too: weariness, and a tiny glimmer of hope.