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.

When you don't respond to the doctor or the MTF agent, the former sighs and speaks into her intercom once more. "Very well, then. If that is your choice..." Her crimson eyes remain fixed on you as she watches the MTF agent approach your cell, his hand reaching for the taser holstered at his hip. "We will respect your decision."

The MTF agent draws his weapon and aims it at you as he orders, "Stand down! Hands behind your back!"

The room tenses as the MTF agent slowly advances on you, his finger hovering over the trigger of his taser. Your defiance only seems to make him more cautious, and he maintains a safe distance between the two of you. "Stand down!" he repeats sharply before adding, "Or I'll be forced to use more severe measures."

Dr. Allen watches from her observation room as the situation unfolds, her expression unreadable.

The MTF agent ignores your threat and continues to move forward, pressing the taser's trigger as he does so. There's a crackle of electricity in the air as the device discharges, striking you squarely in the chest. You cry out in pain, staggering back against the cell wall, unable to move for several moments as the taser's effects take hold.

The MTF agent approaches cautiously, his weapon still drawn but not aimed directly at you anymore. "I'm going to secure your hands now,"

he says gruffly as he removes the taser's prongs from your chest and moves in to cuff you. Once your hands are secured behind your back, he steps away, giving you a disapproving glare. "That was unnecessary," he mutters under his breath before turning back to Dr. Allen through the intercom.

Dr. Allen looks at him expectantly, clearly waiting for an update on your condition. "The subject is secured and compliant for now," he reports. "I suggest we proceed with the scheduled tests."

Dr. Allen nods in agreement, seemingly unperturbed by the violence that just occurred. "Very well. Let's begin then," she says into her intercom, addressing you once more. "I have some questions for you about your abilities, as well as a few tests we'd like you to perform. Firstly, can you tell me how powerful your abilities are?"

The MTF agent stands nearby, his posture relaxed but alert, prepared to step in if necessary.

Dr. Allen raises an eyebrow at your response. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite understand," she says politely. "Do you mean to say that you don't have any abilities beyond what we can observe?" She pauses for a moment, considering her next question carefully. "Can you elaborate on this 'race' of yours? We haven't encountered anything like it in our records."

Dr. Allen's crimson eyes narrow slightly as she listens to your response, but she maintains her calm demeanor outwardly. "I see," she says thoughtfully. "And these abilities you possess... do they have any limitations? Are there certain conditions under which they don't work, or situations where they might be more or less powerful?"

The MTF agent watches closely for any signs of aggression or resistance from you, but so far your behavior remains unchanged.

"I see," Dr. Allen says, making a note on her clipboard. "And by 'bracking season' do you mean the time of year when your kind is most likely to mate?" She glances up at the MTF agent beside her before continuing. "That might be useful information for us to know."

The agent merely nods in response, his expression neutral. Dr. Allen clears her throat before speaking again. "Well then, Vladimir,"

she says, seeming a bit more businesslike now. "We'd like to conduct some tests to determine the limits of your abilities, as well as how they might be affected by different factors such as time of day or environmental conditions." She pauses for a moment, glancing at the MTF agent before continuing.

"Would you mind participating in these tests?"

Dr. Allen sighs heavily, unimpressed by your defiance once again. "Very well," she says, sounding resigned. "In that case, we'll proceed with the non-invasive tests first and see how you respond." She turns to the MTF agent beside her, speaking more quietly so that you can't hear them.

"If he still refuses to cooperate after those, I want you to use some of our more... persuasive methods on him."

The MTF agent nods in understanding and silently moves closer to the cell. "We'll begin with a series of visual and audio tests," Dr. Allen says, addressing you over the intercom. "These should be completely harmless and painless." She presses a button on her console and the room is suddenly bathed in bright light, causing you to flinch involuntarily.

"Now, we'll start with some simple vision tests," she continues. "Please focus on my voice and follow my instructions."

The MTF agent stands near your cell, his hands at his sides but ready to act if necessary. He watches you carefully as the doctor begins with a series of simple vision tests, asking you to identify shapes and colors displayed on a screen in front of you.

After several minutes of these basic tests, Dr. Allen moves on to more complex visual tasks, such as tracking moving objects or recognizing patterns. She continues to speak calmly and reassuringly through the intercom, her voice carrying clearly despite the distance between you.

As the tests progress, you begin to feel a slight pressure in your ears as well. Dr. Allen explains that this is normal and part of the test, assuring you that it won't cause any harm. The MTF agent continues to monitor your reactions carefully, occasionally glancing over at the observation room where Dr. Allen sits, apparently studying her notes intently.

Eventually, the doctor moves on to audio tests, playing various sounds and tones into the cell through speakers mounted on the ceiling.

The MTF agent watches you closely as Dr. Allen continues with the audio tests, occasionally asking you questions about what you hear or how it affects your ability to concentrate. The lights in the room flicker intermittently during this part of the test, creating a strobe effect that can be disorienting at times.

As the tests draw to a close, Dr. Allen pauses for a moment before speaking again. "Vladimir," she says, her tone slightly more forceful now, "

I'd like to remind you that we are simply trying to learn about your abilities so that we can keep both you and the public safe. If you continue to refuse our requests for cooperation, I must warn you that we will have no choice but to use more... aggressive methods." She pauses, as if considering her next words carefully, before continuing.

"I understand that you may feel threatened or unhappy about being contained here, but trust me when I say that our intentions are not malicious.

We only want what is best for everyone involved." The MTF agent steps closer to the cell, his eyes never leaving yours as he awaits your response.

Dr. Allen glances up at the security camera, studying your expression through the intercom before speaking again. "Vladimir, please understand that we are not your enemies. We only wish to learn about you and ensure everyone's safety." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice taking on a more persuasive tone.

"If you cooperate with us now, it will make things much easier for all of us in the long run.

Dr. Allen sighs audibly and shakes her head. "I see," she says, her voice heavy with disappointment. She turns back to the MTF agent, speaking quietly so that you can't hear them. "I want you to try some of our more... aggressive methods on him."

The MTF agent nods in understanding and takes a step closer to your cell, his expression neutral as he prepares himself for what is to come.

As the MTF agent approaches, you tense up, readying yourself for whatever he might do next. He stops just out of reach and raises his hand, showing you a small vial containing a clear liquid. "This is an irritant gas," he explains calmly. "It will cause discomfort and possibly minor injury if inhaled."

Dr. Allen watches from her observation room, her expression unreadable. "If you continue to refuse our requests for cooperation, we will have no choice but to use this gas,"

she says over the intercom. "It's your decision." The MTF agent nods in agreement before slowly unscrewing the cap of the vial and holding it up so that the fumes waft toward you.

You can feel the gas starting to irritate your eyes, nose, and throat as it fills the air in front of you. The MTF agent watches carefully, waiting to see how you react. Dr. Allen continues to observe from her console, making notes on a clipboard as she speaks into the intercom.

"Vladimir, I want you to understand that we are doing this for your own safety and the safety of everyone else involved," she says. "If you cooperate now, it will make things easier for all of us."

The MTF agent steps back, dropping the vial to shatter on the floor as he readies a gas mask. He puts it on and motions toward you with his hand before speaking into his radio. "Dr. Allen, I'm going to proceed with the gas now."

Dr. Allen nods in response and adjusts her own mask as she speaks over the intercom once more. "Vladimir, please understand that we are simply trying to help you," she says, her voice muffled slightly by the mask. "

The MTF agent opens a valve on his gas mask, releasing more of the irritant into the air around you. You can feel your eyes starting to water and your throat beginning to burn as the fumes fill the cell. The agent stands watchful, waiting for any sign of cooperation or submission from you. Dr. Allen continues to observe silently, making notes on her clipboard.

After several minutes of exposure to the gas, you finally begin to feel the effects of your injuries from earlier;

your chest burns where the taser prongs were removed and your ribs ache with every breath. The MTF agent takes note of this and decides that it's time to escalate things further. He steps back from the cell, activating his radio. "Dr. Allen, I think we should try another method now."

There is a brief pause before Dr. Allen responds. "Very well. Proceed with caution and inform me if his condition worsens."

The MTF agent nods in acknowledgement and approaches the cell once more, this time carrying a syringe filled with an amber liquid. He holds it up for you to see before speaking into his radio again. "Dr. Allen, I have the sedative prepared."

Dr. Allen listens carefully before responding. "Very well. Proceed as planned and keep me updated on his condition." She turns her attention back to her console, watching intently as events unfold in front of you.

The MTF agent hesitates for a moment before speaking again into his radio. "Dr. Allen, I think it would be best if we administered the sedative from here... he's starting to become more aggressive." There is another pause as Dr. Allen considers this request.

"Very well," she says finally. "If you feel it is necessary, proceed with caution and inform me immediately if there are any complications." The MTF agent nods in understanding and carefully approaches the cell once more.

You manage to scrape your claws across his arm, drawing a thin line of blood. The MTF agent yelps in pain and jumps back, dropping the syringe on the floor. He clutches at his injured arm, glaring at you angrily as he tries to remain calm.

Dr. Allen's voice comes over the intercom, sounding annoyed now. "What is going on down there? Is everything alright?"

The MTF agent struggles to respond, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he holds his injured arm close to his chest. "Uh... yes, Dr. Allen. Everything is fine. I just slipped and dropped the syringe." He lies through gritted teeth, glaring at you accusingly.

Dr. Allen's voice becomes stern now. "That's hardly an acceptable explanation. You are expected to maintain professionalism at all times.

You manage to scratch him again, drawing another thin line of blood across his other arm. He yelps in pain and takes a step back, glaring at you with wide eyes now. Dr. Allen's voice comes over the intercom once more. "What is going on down there? Is this some sort of mutual combat situation or are you just trying to injure each other?"

The MTF agent quickly regains his composure and speaks into his radio. "No, ma'am. Everything is under control here," he says firmly. "I'll be able to handle things from this point onward without any further issues."

He turns back to face you, his expression serious as he prepares himself for what comes next. With one hand still clutching his injured arm, he reaches out with the other and activates the cell door lock mechanism. The heavy metal doors begin to slide open slowly, allowing him access to your cell.

You lunge forward as soon as the cell door is open, claws bared as you attempt to attack the MTF agent. He tries to defend himself, but you manage to land several sharp scratches across his chest before he can react properly. He stumbles backward, his eyes wide with shock and pain.

"Dr. Allen!" he shouts into his radio, clearly panicked now. "We have a breach! I need backup immediately!"

Dr. Allen responds quickly, her voice cold and calculated. "Understood.

The MTF agent's face contorts in agony as he grips his chest, the wounds from your attacks causing severe pain that radiates outward from his core. His breathing becomes shallow and labored, his body trying desperately to contain the pain. He staggers back, his left arm hanging limp at his side, his right arm raised in a defensive gesture as he convulses slightly.

His voice is barely audible over the radio. "I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

A few moments pass before two additional agents arrive outside your containment chamber. They assess the scene briefly - their comrade bleeding heavily onto the concrete while struggling to stand upright - then turn towards you with grim expressions plastered across their faces. One draws his weapon whilst shouting commands; the other begins administering first aid to his fallen ally who manages only a weak groan in reply

"You're not leaving these cells alive unless we say so!

The second agent attempts to block your attack but fails, allowing you to rake your claws across his chest as well. He cries out in pain and falls back against the wall behind him, clutching at the deep gashes that now mar his uniform shirt. The first agent, now recovered somewhat from his own injuries, levels his gun at you and takes aim.

"On your knees!" he orders harshly. "Hands where I can see them!"

But instead of complying, you snarl defiantly and prepare for another assault.

You lunge forward again, this time going after the wounded MTF agent still lying on the floor nearby. He tries desperately to defend himself but it's no use; within seconds you've ripped open more wounds along his arms and torso, causing fresh blood to spurt forth from each wound.

As the other two agents move closer, attempting to subdue you, you manage to grab one by the neck and toss him aside like a rag doll before turning your attention towards the last remaining member of the team.

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The final standing agent fires off several rounds from his sidearm in quick succession, each bullet finding its mark as they tear into your flesh. You howl in pain and stumble backward, losing some of your momentum. The agent uses this opportunity to sprint past you, toward the cell door controls located outside the chamber.

With shaking hands, he activates the locking mechanism, sealing you inside once more just as Dr. Allen's voice crackles over the intercom.

Dr. Allen's voice is heavy with concern now. "I'm sorry about the mess down there... I'll be in touch as soon as possible."

She turns back to her console, clearly not in the mood to discuss what happened further. Her gaze is distant, lost in thought, as she stares at the screen displaying the status of all active SCPs across the facility.

The silence that follows is broken only by the occasional hiss of the air conditioning system or the faint hum of the servers running the base's network.

"Excellent work, Agent Johnson," she says coolly. "I'll send medical personnel down immediately to tend to your injuries. In the meantime.". She pauses briefly before continuing. "Please report back to me once you've been treated and debriefed. We need to discuss how we will proceed with SCP-.". Her voice trails off, leaving an ominous silence hanging in the air between them both.

As the sound of approaching footsteps echoes down the hallway, Dr. Allen stands up from her chair and walks over to the window overlooking the main hub area below. She watches as medical staff rush past security personnel toward the containment chambers, their voices muffled through layers of protective gear and thick walls separating them from whatever horrors might lurk within those sealed rooms.

Dr. Allen sighs deeply, rubbing a hand across her forehead. "I have no idea how this is going to end," she mutters to herself. "But it needs to end. For everyone's sake."

She turns away from the window and heads back towards her office, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and growing unease among the ranks of both MTF agents and research staff alike.

You wake up with a start, disoriented and groggy after nearly nine hours of forced rest. The last thing you remember is being brutally subdued by the MTF agents and then locked back inside your cell. Now, however, the chamber is empty except for the faint smell of disinfectant lingering in the air.

Curious, you begin to explore your surroundings more thoroughly. You notice that the restraints have been removed from the walls, leaving only scratches and scuffs where they once held fast.

Your fingers brush against the cold metal bars that still line the walls of your cell, the marks left by your own struggles etched into the metal. You take a deep breath, inhaling cautiously, but all you can detect is a sterile mix of oxygen and carbon dioxide. There are no chemical signatures of any SCPs detectable through your senses, leaving you puzzled.

You turn toward the opposite wall, finding a faint light flickering intermittently beneath the door. The scent of antiseptic grows stronger as you approach, suggesting the presence of medical personnel nearby.

Your fingers brush against the cold metal bars that still line the walls of your cell, the marks left by your own struggles etched into the metal. You take a deep breath, inhaling cautiously, but all you can detect is a sterile mix of oxygen and carbon dioxide. There are no chemical signatures of any SCPs detectable through your senses, leaving you puzzled.

You turn toward the opposite wall, finding a faint light flickering intermittently beneath the door. The scent of antiseptic grows stronger as you approach, suggesting the presence of medical personnel nearby.

It has indeed come around swiftly, and the effects of mating season upon yourself become apparent almost instantly. Your body temperature spikes dramatically as hormones surge through your veins, making every movement feel charged with urgent energy. The usual lethargy that plagued you during captivity seems to dissipate entirely, replaced by a restless vitality that demands release.

You pace back and forth across the confines of your cell, growling low under your breath as instincts long suppressed claw their way to the surface.

As the lights flicker again outside your chamber, you hear Dr. Allen's voice emerge from the intercom. "Johnson, report."

The familiar tone suggests she isn't in immediate danger but there’s an undeniable tension behind her words. You scan the environment, assessing the quiet hum of distant servers and equipment for signs of either danger or opportunity — neither immediately obvious.

Dr. Allen continues speaking, "I need you to run diagnostics on SCP-7000. I want to know if its... condition has changed at all since yesterday evening."

Her voice carries through the intercom with clinical precision despite what might be concern lurking underneath. She knows about mating seasons;

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to remain calm as the weight of her words settles over you like a heavy fog. The idea that something so alien could be tied to your own biology is both terrifying and exhilarating. It seems that even the most bizarre phenomena can be understood within the framework of nature's intricate design.

With careful steps, you move toward the control panel located near the door. As you approach, the faint glow beneath it becomes more pronounced, illuminating the small red indicator light that signals the activation of the containment system.