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'd remain silent, my eyes dark red, as my eyes lock onto hers
"Well then... How about we start with you telling me your name?" Dr. Allen spoke into the intercom, her crimson hair swaying gently behind her as she leaned closer to it. The MTF officer standing beside her remained perfectly still, their eyes fixed on a point somewhere near the ceiling of the cell.
The doctor's smile never wavered as she released another breath and waited for your reply.
Luke.. I'd say quietly Yours? I'd ask softly, my eyes looking up and down her body
"Oh, you could just call me Doctor Allen." She replied with another soft smile, tilting her head slightly to the side as she looked at you. "And yes, I am a doctor of psychology here within the Foundation. Now," she said, straightening up and folding her arms again, "why don't we get started with some tests?"
Dr. Allen leaned closer to the intercom once more, her expression turning slightly more serious as she continued. "I want you to lift your right hand, palm up. Slowly."
I'd lift my right hand slowly, my hand bleeding, as I look at her
Dr. Allen's expression became more focused as she studied your hand, taking note of the blood that trickled down your palm and finger. "And what would cause you to injure yourself in such a manner?" She asked, her voice gentle but firm. "Is it a form of self-harm? Or is there something else going on?"
She paused for a moment, then added, "I'd like you to close your hand into a fist now."
I'd close my hand slowly into a fist I have mental issues.. when I was human..
"Hmm... Interesting." Dr. Allen replied noncommittally as she watched you close your hand into a fist. "And what kind of mental issues would cause you to injure yourself like that?" She continued, her tone remaining neutral and unintrusive.
She paused again before speaking up once more. "Now, I'd like you to open your hand back up slowly."
I grew up in a terrible home and I blamed myself for everything, and I became suicidal.. I'd open my hand slowly, the cut seemed to widen
Dr. Allen nodded understandingly as you shared your past experiences with her. "That must have been very difficult for you," she said sincerely. "And how do you feel now that you're here, in the Foundation? Do you think we can help?" Her expression remained empathetic and non-judgmental throughout the exchange.
She glanced at the MTF officer beside her before looking back at you. "For our next test," she began, speaking slowly and deliberately into the intercom, "
I'd look at her in silence again, before asking softly Hm?
"I'll need you to move to the other side of your cell now," Dr. Allen explained, gesturing vaguely in that direction with her hand. "There should be a small red button on the wall there. Press it once and then step back." She paused for a moment before adding, "Do not approach the observation window or attempt to tamper with any equipment you see in here." Her tone was authoritative but respectful, conveying that she expected you to follow her instructions precisely.
The MTF officer beside Dr.
I'd walk over to the red button, pressing it, as I step away, before sitting back down in the corner
The red button was pressed with a soft click. A moment later, a section of the ceiling above your cell slid open, revealing a circular platform made of metal bars. The platform descended slowly, coming to a stop just level with the floor of your cell. Dr. Allen and the MTF officer exchanged glances before she spoke into the intercom again. "Luke? I want you to step onto that platform now."
The doctor remained silent for a few seconds, watching carefully as you complied or not. Her expression was neutral, professional;
Alright.. I'd stand up again, walking towards the platform, as I step into it
As you stepped onto the platform, it began to rise again, moving back up through the opening in the ceiling. The MTF officer silently followed its progress with their eyes, never taking them off of you for a moment. Dr. Allen smiled reassuringly as the platform reached its destination and slid aside, revealing a shiny new containment cell waiting for your arrival. "Well done," she praised. "Now, why don't we discuss some more about your past experiences and how they've led you to where you are today?"
I'd shake my head, my eyes locking onto hers I can't do that..
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your response, her expression shifting slightly as she regarded you with renewed interest. "Why is that?" She asked softly, glancing briefly at the MTF officer before returning her attention to you. "Don't you think it would be helpful for us to understand more about what happened in your life? About why you are the way you are today?"
The doctor waited patiently for your answer, her posture relaxed but alert. The MTF officer remained silent and motionless as well, ever watchful.
I'd bite my lip hard, causing it to bleed, as the blood drips from my chin No.
Dr. Allen's expression shifted again at your response, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied you more carefully. "I see," she said quietly, her tone noncommittal. Then, suddenly, she leaned forward and pressed a button on the intercom. "MTF Alpha-1 to Dr. Allen's observation room, please."
A moment later, a voice crackled through the speaker. "This is MTF Alpha-1, what is your request?" "
I'd zone out looking at the floor, my lip bleeding, as the blood drips from my chin
"Luke here has been less than cooperative today," Dr. Allen explained to the MTF officer through the intercom. "I was wondering if you could assist me in... encouraging him to be more forthcoming." She glanced at the MTF officer beside her, nodding slightly in their direction.
The MTF officer smiled slightly before responding into the intercom. "Understood, Doctor Allen. We'll be there shortly." With that, they turned and left the room, presumably heading towards your containment cell to deal with you personally.
I'd scratch my neck, as I keep scratching and scratching, causing my neck to bleed I'd just can't tears filling my eyes
"Luke," Dr. Allen said softly into the intercom, her voice gentle but firm. "I understand that talking about these things can be difficult, and even painful. But I promise you that it's important for us to know. We want to help you." The MTF officer beside her nodded in agreement, their expression unreadable.
The doctor paused briefly before continuing, "But if you really don't want to talk about it... perhaps there are other ways we can figure things out.
I'd sit down, as I scoot my back against the wall I really can't.. as the tears begin to stream down my face
Dr. Allen sighed softly before speaking again. "Alright... Well, I'm not going to force you to talk if that's what you truly want. But I am going to need your cooperation in other ways. Can you promise me that much?" Her expression was calm and understanding, but there was an underlying determination in her eyes as she waited for your reply.
The MTF officer beside her shifted slightly, their posture tensing ever so slightly in anticipation of whatever might come next.