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 and her colleagues had been briefed by one of their superiors about this specific anomaly since it wasn’t an ordinary creature in any way whatsoever. But, she was still confused when she saw a tiny black kitten rolling around on the padded floor of the cell and playing with a ball of yarn like it had no cares in the world.
"Well, that's not what we were expecting." Dr. Allen chuckled lightly as she continued to observe the black kitten through the thick layer of glass. "But then again, you never know with anomalies." She glanced over at her MTF escort and gave a small shrug before turning back to face the cell once more. "Alright, Onyx. Let's see what kind of abilities we can tease out of you today."
Dr. Allen pressed a button on the wall, activating the intercom system in the cell. "Now then, Onyx," she said, her voice calm and collected through the speakers. "I'd like you to demonstrate your abilities for us today. Show us what makes you so special."
The black kitten continued to play with its toy on the floor of the cell, seemingly oblivious to Dr. Allen's instructions.
Then, suddenly, Dr. Allen’s coffee mug started levitating. It was as if an invisible hand was holding it by the handle and spun it around as if curious. She looked at the strangely acting object before turning back to my cell, noticing that the end of my tail was glowing in a soft purple.
Dr. Allen's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the glowing tip of your tail. She quickly pulled out a tablet and began typing furiously on it, recording everything that was happening. "Fascinating," she muttered under her breath. "It seems you have telekinesis and the ability to manipulate energy."
The mug continued to spin around in mid-air before slowly descending back down onto her desk with a soft thud.
Dr. Allen looked at you with renewed interest and curiosity. "Well done," she praised. "You're obviously very powerful. Now, I want to see if we can test your limits." She paused for a moment before continuing, "Try lifting that metal chair in the corner of the room with your telekinesis."
The MTF escort shifted nervously beside Dr. Allen but remained silent, their hand never far from their holstered weapon.
My unblinking yellow eyes shifted to the chair and it too began to float in midair. Dr. Allen and her companion wrote down some notes before leaving the observation room which made me even more intrigued, only for them to enter my cell along with a few heavily armed guards through a small side door.
Dr. Allen frowned as she took in the new arrivals. "Now, now," she said calmly, putting a hand on one of the guards' shoulders to steady him. "There's no need for such excessive force. Onyx here isn't going anywhere." She turned back to face you with a reassuring smile. "We just want to make sure everyone stays safe while we continue our tests."
"Of course," one of the guards muttered, lowering his weapon slightly. Dr. Allen shot him a disapproving glance before turning her attention back to you. "Now then, let's get started with our tests." She motioned for you to place the chair back on the ground. "We'd like to see how much weight and distance your telekinesis can handle."
One of the guards stepped forward, lifting a heavy metal dumbbell by its end before carefully setting it atop the floating chair.
With a faint humming sound, the metal dumbbell rose into the air and set atop the chair as if it weighed nothing. Dr. Allen's eyes widened in surprise before she composed herself, scribbling down more notes on her tablet. "Impressive," she muttered. "It seems your telekinesis is quite powerful."
She motioned for another dumbbell to be brought forward and placed on top of the floating chair as well.
The second dumbbell joined the first, piling onto the chair until it wobbled precariously beneath their combined weight. Despite this, your telekinesis held fast, easily supporting the load. Dr. Allen nodded in satisfaction as she watched you continue to hold up the chair and its increasingly heavy cargo.
"Excellent," she said with a smile. "I think that's enough for now." She motioned for the guards to retrieve the dumbbells and set them aside before turning back to face you once more.
Dr. Allen knelt down and picked me up, much to my surprise and the guards’ disapproval. I stared at her as she lifted my into the air, not feeling particularly comfortable with the sudden physical contact, but I soon changed my mind as she began to pet and scratch me, making me start purring unbelievably loudly for such a small kitten.
Dr. Allen smiled warmly down at you as she continued to pet your soft fur. "There, there," she murmured soothingly. "It's alright, little one. We won't hurt you." Her eyes flickered up for a moment to meet the disapproving stares of the guards before returning to focus on you. "You know, Onyx..." She paused, hesitating briefly before continuing, "If it were up to me... I think I could find a place for someone like you."
A few hours passed and Dr. Allen was sitting at a desk in her office/living quarters, filing through some papers when she noticed the shadows atop her bookshelf was moving. Upon closer inspection she understood that it was me, lying high up with a gaze that didn’t miss a detail while I looked around the room.
Dr. Allen glanced up from her paperwork and caught sight of you perched atop one of the bookshelves in her office. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she watched your every move, fascinated by your ability to remain unseen even when right out in the open.
"And what do we have here?" she murmured, setting aside her work and walking over to stand beneath you. "You're quite observant, aren't you? It seems you haven't missed a thing."
As if in response, you let out a soft mew before leaping gracefully from the shelf and landing lightly on her desk. She laughed, amused by your agility, and scooped you up into her arms, cradling you like a baby as she sat back down at her desk.
"You know," she said thoughtfully, running a finger gently across your fur, "I think you might be just what this place needs."
Her words hung in the air for a moment before one of the guards cleared his throat from the doorway. Dr. Allen glanced up, her expression shifting briefly before she composed herself and set you down on her desk once more. "Yes, Lieutenant?" she said, her voice neutral as she turned her attention back to the MTF officer.
"Ma'am," the lieutenant began, walking further into the office, "I understand that you've been spending an inordinate amount of time with SCP-7000. I must remind you that it is not your place to form emotional attachments with any of our contain..." His voice trailed off as he noticed the defiant look in Dr. Allen's eyes and the soft purring coming from where Onyx sat on her desk, licking a paw contentedly.
The lieutenant cleared his throat again, looking uncomfortable for some reason. "Ma'am, I trust you understand the importance of maintaining protocols and procedures?" he said stiffly.
Dr. Allen smiled softly, her expression gentle despite the hard edge to her voice. "Yes, Lieutenant," she replied evenly. "I am well aware of my responsibilities." She reached out a hand and scratched Onyx behind the ears, earning herself another contented purr from the small black kitten.
The lieutenant hesitated for a moment longer before nodding curtly. "Very well, ma'am," he said, turning to leave. As he exited the room, Dr. Allen heard him mutter something under his breath about "that damn cat." She rolled her eyes but said nothing more on the matter.
For now, it seemed that Onyx had found a place in her heart - and possibly within the SCP Foundation as well.
Time passed, and Dr. Allen continued to study and observe you, Onyx. You became a part of her life, sleeping on her desk when she worked late into the night, curling up in her lap during meetings, even accompanying her on field trips to other SCP containment sites. The guards eventually grew used to your presence and ceased treating you as an anomaly to be contained.
One day, Dr. Allen was called into a meeting with the Site Director.
The room was austere, the walls lined with files and holographic displays showing various SCPs in stasis. The Site Director sat at the head of the table, flanked by their second-in-command and several other high-ranking staff members. Dr. Allen took a seat across from them, your tiny form curled up in her lap as she absently rubbed behind your ear.
The Site Director cleared their throat, bringing the meeting to order. "Dr. Allen," they began,
"I understand that you've been spending a great deal of time with SCP-7000. I must say, it's quite unusual for an MTF commander to form such a close bond with one of our subjects." There was no accusation in their voice, only curiosity. Dr. Allen looked up from where she'd been petting you, meeting the Director's gaze unflinchingly. "Onyx here isn't just any SCP," she said simply. "He's... unique."
The Site Director raised an eyebrow at this, but didn't interrupt. "And how would you propose we incorporate him into the Foundation?" they asked cautiously. Dr. Allen smiled warmly and set Onyx down on the table before her.
"I believe he could be of great use to us," she began, gesturing for the holographic displays to activate.
The displays flickered to life, showing various scenarios in which Onyx's abilities might be employed by the SCP Foundation. His telekinesis and energy manipulation could aid in transporting heavy objects or powering devices that relied on electromagnetic fields. His observational skills and ability to move unseen could prove invaluable during reconnaissance missions. Even his purring, it seemed, had a calming effect on test subjects and researchers alike.
The other high-ranking staff members listened intently as Dr. Allen presented her case for Onyx's inclusion within the SCP Foundation. When she finished, there was a moment of silence before the Site Director spoke up. "It seems you've given this a great deal of thought," they said finally, their tone indicating both approval and surprise.
"With all due respect, sir," Dr. Allen replied, her voice steady, "I believe Onyx deserves more than to be simply contained and observed."
The Site Director leaned back in their chair, considering this. After a moment's silence, they nodded slowly. "Very well," they said at last. "I see no reason why we shouldn't give this... experiment a chance." Dr. Allen smiled gratefully as the others around the table murmured their agreement.
"However," the Director continued, "you must understand that Onyx will still be classified as an SCP. His true nature and capabilities must remain a secret, even from those who work closely with him."
Dr. Allen nodded solemnly. "I understand, sir," she said, reaching down to scoop Onyx back up into her arms. "Thank you for giving him this opportunity." With that, the meeting adjourned, and Dr. Allen returned to her quarters with Onyx in tow, both of them filled with hope for the future and the possibilities that lay ahead within the SCP Foundation.
The day passed relatively smoothly without any problems or difficulties, and soon enough I found myself curled up in Dr. Allen’s lap while she ate dinner in her office. The room was spacious and warm with a soft yet sturdy wooden floor, large windows and many different spots where I could watch from. The morning after Dr. Allen woke up, stretching her body before sitting up in bed and looking around the room. To her surprise she found a small young man, about three quarters of her size and maybe twenty years old or so sitting at the edge of the bed, watching her with large friendly eyes. She was scared and shocked at first, but when she recognised my eye-colour and the way I moved she realised I must have shape shifted during the night.
"Well hello there," Dr. Allen said cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper as she took in the small figure sitting at the edge of her bed. The young man smiled back at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm Onyx," he introduced himself simply.
Dr. Allen blinked, then chuckled softly. "Well, I can see that," she replied, still sounding a bit surprised. "I... uh..."
"Don't worry," Onyx interrupted gently, sensing her confusion and perhaps even fear. "I won't hurt you." He paused for a moment before adding, "And I promise not to tell anyone about... this." Dr. Allen relaxed slightly at his words, her shoulders losing some of their tension.
"O-oh," she stammered awkwardly. "Well... thank you." She glanced down at herself, still in her pajamas and completely unprepared for company so early in the morning.
With a small sigh, Dr. Allen reached out and gently stroked Onyx's head. "I... I suppose I should get dressed," she muttered to herself more than to him. "But you can stay, if you like." She glanced up at the young man, her expression still uncertain but less so now.
Onyx smiled reassuringly and hopped down from the bed, padding over to a nearby chair where he curled up into a ball, watching her with interest as she dressed. As Dr.