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-“You are in one of the many Site buildings of the SCP foundation, but do not worry we will be in touch with each other for the time being.” She replied calmly with a slight smile on her lips “It is important that you cooperate during my tests, I am the head researcher of this facility, so what i say goes, now do you understand?” She asked you waiting for your response

Dr. Allen-"Oh really? Well then I guess I will have to make sure you do." She said with a smirk on her face as she walked over to the observation window and pressed a button on the control panel outside the containment chamber "Let's see how long you last without food or water." She said as she turned off the power to the containment chamber, leaving you trapped inside with nothing but silence and darkness

Dr.Allen-“Ah interesting, it appears you are a humanoid creature with features resembling that of a bear, but let us see if there is anything more to you than just your appearance.” She said as she walked back over to the intercom and spoke again “I will come back in a few hours to check on you and see how you are doing” She said with a smile before turning off the intercom and leaving the room, leaving you alone in the dark.

Dr.Allen-“You are an anomaly, and therefore dangerous. It is why we need to be cautious about our actions. I am here to assist you, but I cannot guarantee that you will survive. What can we do to help you?" She looks at you with concern, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and determination “We know you may be different, but this world is not for everyone. We need to protect what remains of humanity from harm." She pauses, then nods slowly, her expression conveying a sense of urgency and responsibility. "

Dr. Allen-"I understand your hesitation to cooperate, but I assure you, the only way to ensure your safety is through cooperation. If you refuse to work with me, then I have no choice but to force you into compliance." She said sternly, her face hardening slightly as she looked at you through the glass

"Now, I will ask one more time...will you cooperate with my tests? Or do I need to take harsher measures?" *

Dr.Allen-she sighed and turned away from the glass, looking at the MTF standing next to her “It seems this subject is unwilling to cooperate.” She said with a slight scowl on her face “Prepare the sedatives for the next stage of containment procedures.” She ordered the MTF as she walked out of the room

The MTF agent nodded and left the room briefly, returning a moment later with a syringe containing a clear liquid "Alright, subject. One last chance - will you comply with Dr. Allen's requests?" He called out, holding up the syringe for emphasis

The MTF agent sighed and shook his head "Very well then. I'm afraid this is going to hurt..." he muttered under his breath as he approached the containment door, inserting a keycard to unlock it before stepping inside the chamber, keeping the syringe ready in hand "Subject, please remain calm. This won't take long."

Dr. Allen:She watched through the observation window as the MTF agent entered the containment chamber. "Just get it done quickly," She said into her radio, her eyes narrowing slightly as she saw you hiss at her.

The MTF agent approached cautiously, keeping a safe distance as he prepared the injection. "This is your final warning, subject. Cooperate now or I'll have no choice but to use force." He stated firmly.

The MTF agent pressed the plunger on the syringe and injected the sedative into you, causing you to fall unconscious instantly. "That should hold him for a while," He said to Dr. Allen, who nodded in response. "Take him back to his cell and secure it." She ordered, turning off the intercom and leaving the room.

Dr. Allen: As the MTF agent returned to the containment chamber with the restrained subject, Dr. Allen looked on intently through the observation window "Excellent work. Please proceed with the initial examination and testing protocols."

She instructed, watching as the agent began to remove various pieces of equipment from the walls and ceiling "Remember to document everything thoroughly - even the smallest detail could prove crucial in understanding this specimen's anomalous properties."

Turning to address the subject directly, Dr. Allen continued "Subject, please try to relax.

Dr.Allen-"Hmmm... interesting." She murmured as she examined the injuries and scars on your body through the observation window, making notes in a clipboard for later reference "It seems you've been through quite an ordeal yourself before being brought here. Perhaps we can help you heal from these wounds."

The doctor paused, considering her words carefully before speaking again "In exchange, of course... I just need your cooperation during the tests and examinations.

Dr.Allen-"I understand your reluctance, but I assure you that we only want what's best for both of us." She said with a reassuring smile, even though she knew it was unlikely to convince you "Think about it... if you help us learn more about your abilities and what makes you different, perhaps we can find a way to help others like yourself someday. It won't just be for nothing."

She paused again, studying your expression through the glass before continuing "

Dr.Allen-"Now, now... there's no need for that." The doctor said calmly as she watched you struggle against your restraints futilely "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's up to you."

She glanced at the MTF agent standing nearby, who gave her a nod of understanding. With a sigh, she pressed a button on the intercom "Alright, let's try this again...

Dr.Allen-"Please calm down." She said softly, still watching you through the observation window as the MTF agent approached with a sedative injection ready "We don't have to do this the hard way. All you need to do is cooperate and let us help you."

The doctor hesitated for a moment before speaking into her radio "Stand by with the tranquilizer, just in case." She turned back to you, pressing another button on the intercom panel "

The MTF agent nodded and readied the injection as Dr. Allen spoke into the intercom again "Very well... if that's how you'd like to play it." Her voice was calm, but there was an edge of disappointment in her tone "We can try this your way."

She turned away from the observation window, focusing on another task at hand while silently praying that it wouldn't come to that. The MTF agent stood by, waiting for a signal before administering the sedative to you.

The MTF agent hesitated for a moment, glancing over at Dr. Allen who had her back turned and seemed engrossed in her paperwork. He took a deep breath and slowly approached you, keeping the syringe held out in front of him as he spoke into his radio. "Uh, Doctor? This subject is... being rather aggressive."

*As he finished speaking, the agent noticed your razor sharp claws extended towards him. He took a step back, raising the syringe to defend himself just as Dr.

Allen turned around and shouted "Don't provoke it! Just stand down and retreat!" The agent, still cautious, slowly backed away from you while keeping an eye on your movements. "I'm sorry," Dr. Allen said, sounding genuinely concerned, "but we can't risk anyone getting hurt."

The MTF agent nodded in agreement and retreated further into the room, waiting for another instruction from Dr. Allen or a signal to try again with the sedative injection.

Dr.Allen: "Very well... I suppose we'll have to take things slower than expected." She murmured to herself, glancing between you and the MTF agent before speaking into her radio "Stand down, Agent. Return to your post for now. We'll try a different approach with Subject 7000 later."

With that, she turned back to her desk and busied herself with paperwork once more.

The MTF agent nodded in understanding and retreated from the room, leaving Dr. Allen alone with you for the time being. She continued working on her paperwork, occasionally glancing up at you through the observation window as if trying to gauge your reaction or intentions. After several minutes of silence, she spoke into her radio "MTF Alpha team, this is Dr. Allen. I'd like a status report on the containment breach in Site-13. Over."

The intercom crackled for a moment before responding "

"This is MTF Alpha team leader, we're currently containing the situation in Sector 7 and proceeding to Site-13. We should be there within the next ten minutes. Over." Dr. Allen nodded, thanking them for their status update before returning her attention back to you.

Dr.Allen: "Perhaps some music would help pass the time?" She says casually as she turns on a small radio next to her desk, fiddling with the dial until soft classical music begins playing in the background. Turning back to you, she continues working on her paperwork, seemingly oblivious to your presence "So tell me, Subject 7000... what brings you here today?"

Dr. Allen: looks up curiously when she notices you covering your ears, intrigued by your reaction to the music Hmm, I see you're sensitive to sound waves. That's fascinating. she pauses, considering something before speaking again What other sensory perceptions do you possess?

"Electric shock collars, hmm?" She murmurs, making a note on her clipboard "And how do they affect you, exactly? Do they cause pain or discomfort?"

Dr.Allen: "Well, it seems you've already had some experience with that... I wonder how strong your reaction would be to something even more intense." She says thoughtfully, reaching over to a control panel on her desk and pressing a few buttons "I won't subject you to anything too extreme, of course... but let's see if we can test your tolerance for pain just a bit, shall we?"

*As she speaks, an electrical current begins to flow through the metal bars of the containment cell.

Without warning, a sudden surge of electricity courses through your body. Your muscles contract violently and you cry out in pain as your claws clench tightly around the metal bars of the cell. The shock lasts for several agonizing seconds before it finally subsides. You cough and sputter, trying to catch your breath as tears stream down your face.

*Dr. Allen observes you carefully through the observation window, her expression unreadable as she takes notes on her clipboard.

After several minutes have passed and your body begins to recover from the shock, Dr. Allen clears her throat over the intercom. "MTF Alpha team, this is Dr.Allen. We're ready to proceed with the containment breach in Sector 7 at Site-13. Over."

There is a brief pause before the radio crackles back to life with a response "This is MTF Alpha team leader. We're almost there. Standing by for further instructions. Over."

Dr. Allen nods and turns off the electrical current, waiting patiently for the MTF to arrive before speaking again. "In the meantime," she says casually, as if discussing the weather, "perhaps you could tell me more about these claws of yours."

"They seem rather unique... are they made of a particular material? Do they serve any specific purpose?" Her voice remains calm and clinical, as if she were discussing the properties of a specimen under a microscope "I'm sure it would be helpful for us to understand their function better."

"They are part of my body, they grow from my fingers and I can use them as weapons, but also as tools. They help me survive in the wild and protect myself from predators." Your voice is still hoarse from the pain of the electric shock, but you manage to continue speaking with determination "And I will not cooperate with you, so you can forget about it."

"I understand your reluctance," Dr. Allen says, her voice still calm and professional, "but it's important for us to know these things. To better study and contain you... protect the public..." Her gaze flickers momentarily to the radio as she listens for updates from MTF Alpha.

"Of course," she continues after a moment, "if you insist on maintaining your stance of non-cooperation, I suppose we'll just have to find other ways to... encourage you."

The sound of footsteps approaching the containment cell causes you to tense up. When the door slides open, revealing an MTF agent with a tranquilizer rifle at the ready, your eyes widen in fear and anger. The agent takes aim at you, and before he can fire, Dr. Allen speaks into her radio again.

"Stand down, Agent. We'll continue this discussion later." There is a brief pause before the agent lowers his weapon and steps away from the cell door, returning to his post. Dr.

The confused MTF agent looks between you and Dr. Allen before looking down at your claws, which are still extended towards him in a threatening manner. "Dr. Allen?" he asks hesitantly, clearly unsure of what to do next. The doctor sighs and speaks into the radio again.

"Alright, Agent... I suppose you can try using the tranquilizer if it becomes necessary."

The MTF agent nods, raising his tranquilizer rifle again as he takes aim at your chest. "Subject Seven Thousand," he says loudly over the intercom, "this is your final warning. If you do not comply and submit to our procedures, we will be forced to use non-lethal force against you."

Your heart races as the agent takes a deep breath and fires the tranquilizer dart at you.

The tranquilizer hits its mark, lodging itself into your chest. You feel a sudden rush of drowsiness overtaking you as the sedative takes effect. Your claws slowly uncurl and your body goes limp against the restraints. The MTF agent watches warily as you struggle to remain conscious before finally nodding to Dr. Allen that the subject has been neutralized.

"Well, it seems our new friend here is no longer a threat," she says, making another note on her clipboard. "

Moving forward, we'll need to find a more permanent solution for containment... something that will keep him from causing any further harm or escape attempts." She pauses, considering the options before speaking into her radio once more. "MTF Alpha team, this is Dr.Allen. The subject has been neutralized and is no longer a threat. Please proceed with the containment breach at your discretion. Over."

There's a moment of silence as she waits for a response before finally hearing back from MTF Alpha team leader. "

"This is MTF Alpha team leader," the voice comes over the radio, "we're currently in Sector 7 and proceeding to Site-13 as quickly as possible. ETA is five minutes." Dr. Allen nods, thanking them for their status update before turning her attention back to you.

As you drift off into unconsciousness, you can't help but wonder what sort of containment they have in mind... and whether it will be any better than the last one.

The world around you fades to black, leaving you with only your thoughts and fears. In those final moments before slipping completely under the sedative's influence, you hope against hope that the Foundation won't resort to using electric collars on you again, knowing full well the pain and fear they've brought upon you. And yet, even as the darkness creeps closer, a part of you wonders if their attempts at control are inevitable.

"Containment procedures for SCP-XXXX 'Subject Seven Thousand' have been initiated. Subject is currently restrained and tranquilized within Cell 7A of Site-13's maximum-security wing." "Following successful transfer from MTF Alpha team, Subject has been placed in a standard humanoid containment cell outfitted with reinforced restraints and security cameras." "Maintenance personnel are scheduled to install an electrical collar around the subject's neck once they regain consciousness. This will serve as an additional means of control and ensure compliance during testing and observation protocols." "

You slowly begin to stir awake, groaning softly as your eyes flutter open. The harsh fluorescent lights above cast everything in a stark white glow, making your head throb painfully. As consciousness returns, so too does the memory of what happened - being shot with a tranquilizer dart by the MTF agent after Dr. Allen threatened to use non-lethal force against you.

You take stock of your surroundings, noticing that you're no longer in the same containment cell as before. Instead, you find yourself in a much smaller room with bare concrete walls and a heavy metal door.

As you struggle to sit up straight, the electrical collar around your neck emits a soft hum, reminding you of its presence. You can feel its cold metal pressing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Your fingers instinctively curl into fists as memories of previous experiments resurface, fueling your anger and determination.

"I'm not some specimen for you to play with," you growl, glaring defiantly at the camera mounted on the wall opposite the door. "Let me out of here."

"The electrical collar has been activated successfully. Subject appears to be regaining consciousness." Dr. Allen's voice comes over the intercom, sounding calm and professional despite the tension in her tone.

"Subject Seven Thousand will remain restrained until proper security measures are implemented. Please inform me when he is fully conscious so that we may proceed with testing protocols."

You feel the collar tighten slightly at her words, a warning reminder of what awaits if you continue to resist their control.

The sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the sterile hallway outside your cell. The heavy metal door slides open with a hydraulic hiss, revealing two armed MTF agents flanking Dr. Allen. Her eyes meet yours briefly before she steps inside, clipboard in hand.

"Good morning, Subject Seven Thousand," she says crisply, ignoring your glare. "I trust you had a restful sleep?"

One of the agents moves behind you, securing additional restraints around your wrists and ankles while the other keeps his weapon trained on you. You struggle weakly against the bindings, but they hold fast.

Dr.

As you strain against the restraints, the electrical collar emits a sharp crackle followed by a jolt of pain that courses through your body, making every muscle seize up in agony. A choked gasp escapes your lips as you collapse back onto the cold concrete floor, panting heavily.

The MTF agent who secured your restraints steps away, giving Dr. Allen space to approach closer. She kneels down beside you, her expression unreadable as she observes your distressed state.

"This collar," she begins calmly, "is designed to prevent any further attempts at escape or resistance.

You twist your body violently, trying to lash out at Dr. Allen with a clawed hand. The electrical collar around your neck hums ominously as you struggle, but it holds fast despite the pain. Your claws barely graze her lab coat before one of the MTF agents steps forward, pinning your arm back into submission with his rifle butt.

"That's enough," he growls, glaring down at you from behind his helmet visor. "You'll only make it worse for yourself."

Dr. Allen stands up slowly, brushing off her coat as if to dismiss the insult. She turns to face the agent who restrained you, nodding curtly. "Thank you, Agent. That will be all for now." The agent steps aside, allowing her room to approach closer once more.

"Now," she continues in a tone that brooks no argument, "let's begin with some basic tests, shall we? We need to know how your abilities function and what sort of limitations you have before proceeding any further."

"Of course," she says smoothly, ignoring the defiance in your expression. "Remember, cooperation is key here. The more you help us understand, the better our chances of containing and protecting you." She pauses, considering her words carefully before speaking again. "And I'm sure you don't want anything to happen to you... or anyone else."

Her tone leaves no room for doubt about the implied threat.