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.

The containment cell was a small room, designed for maximum security. It had a solid concrete floor and walls that were several feet thick. The ceiling was reinforced with steel beams. The only furniture in the room was a simple cot against one wall and a stainless steel toilet and sink combination in another corner. The cell was illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights set into the ceiling, casting an unnatural glow over everything.

A small intercom was mounted on one wall near the ceiling. It was connected to a surveillance camera outside of the cell, allowing the researchers to keep an eye on you at all times. The door to the cell was reinforced with several layers of armor-plating and was locked with a biometric lock that required Dr. Allen's retina scan to open.

Dr. Allen: As she spoke into the intercom, her crimson eyes never left you for even a moment "Good morning, SCP-7000. I hope you had a restful sleep." She paused, glancing at the MTF agent beside her before continuing, "I'm Dr. Allen, one of the head researchers here at Site-173. I understand that you have quite an... interesting appearance.

Dr. Allen continued, "Now then, before we begin with today's tests, I'd like to ask you a few questions about yourself. Firstly, can you please tell me what your abilities are?" She leaned casually against the wall and crossed her arms, seemingly at ease despite being in such close proximity to a potentially dangerous anomaly.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your defiance. "I'm afraid that's not how this works, SCP-7000. You are our guest today, and as such, we have every right to ask you questions and conduct tests. Now, please cooperate with us so that we can all have a productive day."

Dr. Allen sighed heavily, unimpressed by your attitude. "Very well, then," she said, straightening up and addressing the MTF agent beside her. "If he refuses to cooperate, you may use whatever means necessary to subdue him." She glanced back at you over her shoulder before turning away and walking out of the observation room, leaving the MTF agent to deal with you.

The MTF agent slowly approaches your cell, his hand resting on the butt of his sidearm. "You don't have to make this any harder than it already is," he says in a calm but authoritative voice. "Just answer Dr. Allen's questions and we can all move on." As he speaks, he takes another step closer to you.

Dr. Allen: From the intercom, Dr. Allen's voice is clear and calm despite your defiance "Vladimir, I understand that you must be feeling a certain amount of hostility towards us right now. But please remember that our intentions are not to harm you. We simply want to learn about your abilities so that we can better contain and protect both you and the public."

The MTF agent takes another step closer, his posture remaining casual but alert. "You don't have to make this any harder than it already is,"

he repeats, his voice taking on a slightly more forceful tone. "Just answer Dr. Allen's questions and we can all move on." He pauses for a moment before speaking again. "If you continue to refuse, I will be forced to use non-lethal means to subdue you."

Dr. Allen glances back at the MTF agent, her expression unreadable. She then turns back to face you through the intercom. "Vladimir, please understand that our intentions are not malicious.

We only want to ensure everyone's safety, including your own." Her crimson eyes never leave yours as she continues to speak, her voice remaining calm and level despite the situation. "If you cooperate with us now, it will make things much easier for all of us in the long run."

The MTF agent shifts his weight from foot to foot, ready to act at a moment's notice if necessary.

Dr. Allen frowns slightly, her expression showing disappointment. "Very well," she says, addressing the MTF agent once more. "Use your taser and restrain him." With that, she turns away from the intercom and walks out of the observation room, leaving you to deal with the consequences of your decision.

The MTF agent hesitates for a moment longer before finally nodding, steeling himself for what he is about to do.

MTF Agent: *Taking another step back, the MTF agent draws his taser and aims it at you. "Last chance," he warns. When you don't respond, he fires the weapon, aiming for your chest. A dart flies through the air and lodges itself into your fur, delivering a powerful electric shock. Your body convulses violently as you fall to the ground, writhing in pain. The agent quickly moves forward to secure your hands behind your back with plastic handcuffs.

As soon as you are restrained, two more MTF agents enter the room, each carrying a tranquilizer dart pistol. They quickly approach and aim their weapons at you from either side. "On three," one of them says. "One... two..." they begin in unison. "...Three!" They fire simultaneously, hitting you with two darts apiece. Your body goes limp as the tranquilizers take effect, rendering you unconscious.

The MTF agents look at each other and nod in understanding.

"Well done, boys," Dr. Allen says approvingly as she reenters the observation room and watches the scene unfold via monitor. "Let's get him prepped for testing."