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.

You spoke up, answering Dr. Allen's 'good morning' in kind with a simple "hello." The woman raised an eyebrow at your response but didn't seem overly surprised or offended. She glanced at the MTF standing next to her and then returned her attention to you, crossing her arms beneath her chest as she leaned against the wall once more. After a moment of silence, Dr. Allen spoke again through the intercom.

Dr. Allen-*

Dr. Allen-"I'm sure you must be wondering why I've come to visit you today." She paused, pursing her lips before continuing, "As you may have guessed by now, the SCP Foundation takes a great interest in studying and containing anomalies like yourself. Today, I'd like to conduct some tests and observations on your abilities and any potential hostilities. It's important for us to understand these things so that we can keep both you and the general public safe."

The MTF standing next to Dr.

Dr. Allen-"Well, for starters, can you tell us a bit about your abilities? How did you acquire them? Are they something you can control or does it just happen on its own?" Dr. Allen asked her questions casually, as if she were merely making conversation with an old friend. She leaned forward slightly, her expression unreadable.

The MTF standing next to Dr. Allen remained silent and still, his hands clasped behind his back.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your response, glancing briefly at the MTF before looking back at you with a neutral expression. "That's...interesting," she said slowly, apparently not quite sure how to proceed with that piece of information. She cleared her throat and continued, "And have you ever had any problems or accidents involving your ability? Have you ever hurt someone unintentionally?"

The MTF remained silent and still, their gaze fixed on you.

"Very well," Dr. Allen said with a nod, seeming satisfied with your answers for now. "We'll need to conduct some tests to verify that information, of course. For our first test, I'd like you to stand over there by the wall," she pointed at a spot on the floor several feet away from where she was standing and the MTF.

As you moved closer to the indicated spot, Dr. Allen turned to address the MTF. "

D-54317:Standing at attention, the MTF nodded curtly in acknowledgement of her order. "Yes, Doctor." They took a step back and raised their left arm to shoulder height, bending it slightly at the elbow so that their hand was pointed towards you. In their right hand, they held what appeared to be a small dart gun.

Dr. Allen watched closely as the MTF prepared for the test, her expression unreadable once more. "When I give the signal," she said calmly, "

the MTF will fire a tranquilizer dart at you. The dart is designed to sedate rather than harm you. However, if for some reason you try to interfere with the test or move out of the way before it's completed, we will have no choice but to respond accordingly." Her voice held an unspoken threat that hung heavy in the air between them.

The MTF nodded again, their expression remaining neutral as they waited for Dr. Allen's signal.

You remained where you were, watching the MTF and Dr. Allen with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. After taking a deep breath, Dr. Allen spoke into her intercom once more. "Commence test."

The moment she finished speaking, there was a sharp hiss as the dart gun discharged. The small dart flew through the air towards you at an incredible speed. You barely had time to register its flight before it impacted your chest with enough force to knock you back several steps.

The tranquilizer dart embedded itself deep into your skin, and a moment later, the effects began to take hold. Your muscles felt heavy and sluggish as your vision started to blur around the edges. Fighting against the growing numbness that spread through your body, you struggled to remain conscious.

The MTF lowered their arm and turned to face Dr. Allen with a satisfied nod. "Target sedated, Doctor."

Dr.

Allen-*smiled slightly at the MTF's report before turning her attention back to you, who was now slumped against the wall. She spoke into her intercom once more. "Very good, D-54317. You may stand down for now." The MTF nodded and stepped away from the observation window, taking up a new position nearby as Dr. Allen continued to observe you through the two-way mirror.

After several long moments, you began to regain consciousness.

Your vision cleared somewhat, and you could feel the dart beginning to lose its hold on your body as the sedative wore off. You coughed weakly, trying to clear your throat before looking up at Dr. Allen through bleary eyes. "So... what's next?" you managed to croak out.

Dr. Allen gave a small nod, apparently satisfied with your recovery from the tranquilizer dart's effects. "For now," she said, her voice calm and measured as ever, "

I will leave you to rest and recuperate for a while. Once you're feeling more yourself again, we can continue with the tests." She paused, studying your expression before adding with what sounded like genuine concern, "Just remember that our goal here is to keep both you and those around you safe. So please cooperate and answer any questions truthfully."

With that said, Dr. Allen turned away from the observation window, stepping out of the room through a nearby doorway as she spoke into her intercom once more. "

MTF-23789:*D-54317 saluted crisply and said, "Yes ma'am." With that, the MTF turned on their heel and exited through a door at the opposite end of the room. The sound of footsteps faded as they disappeared down the hallway. Left alone in your cell once more, you were free to rest until Dr. Allen or another researcher returned for further tests.

As time passed and you waited for the next round of questions from one of the researchers, you couldn't help but wonder what else they might ask about your abilities...and if there was anything else they weren't telling you. The silence in your cell grew heavy with unease, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the tests that lay ahead. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, Dr. Allen returned, her expression unreadable as she approached the intercom once more.

Dr. Allen-*

"Hello there," she said brightly through the intercom, her voice echoing through your cell. "I hope you've been resting well. We have a few more questions for you today. Would you like to begin?" She paused, waiting for your response before pressing the button again.

"Good afternoon," she said brightly into the microphone. "I trust you've been well rested?" She paused, glancing at her clipboard before looking back up at you. "Well then, shall we continue with our little chat?"

You nodded slowly, your heart racing as you wondered what she had in store for you this time.