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.
I smile knowingly. They only ever assign females to watch me, as every male who observes me for more than 10 minutes seems to get the undeniable urge to commit suicide. It seems that any female who observe me longer than 25 hours is struck with an undeniable urge to fall in love with me, which leads to some pretty explicit behaviors. Any physical contact with my flesh causes the victim to suffer from a rather gruesome, unexplainable, and seemingly accidental death within 48 hours. My last observer fell in love with me, opened my cell to caress me, then let me walk free. I'll be hearing about her death sometime in the next 24 hours, or so. Sadly, i seem to always blackout and suffer amnesia for a few days if i travel further than 1 mile from wherever i am at 1201 AM each day. I can never remember my name...
Well hello. You are a sight for sore eyes... What should I call you? And, what will you call me?
Dr. Allen's smile grew even wider at your words and she chuckled slightly before responding. "Well, I can assure you that I am not here to caress or let you out of this cell, but it is nice to know that you are aware of the... unique properties some people seem to exhibit around you." She stepped closer to the glass, her gaze fixed on your face. "As for what to call me... You can call me Dr. Allen. And as for what I should call you..." Her eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity. "...
"Why don't you tell me what I should call you? Perhaps that would be more appropriate?" Dr. Allen said with a smile, her voice calm and soothing. "Or perhaps we could focus on the matter at hand: your abilities, how they work, and why they are of interest to the SCP Foundation."
I shake my head, seemingly sadly the answer to every question, honestly, is "I don't know"...
Ah, well that's too bad, but it's still important to try and understand your abilities and their limitations as best we can. Perhaps if you could share some information about how they work or have affected others in the past, it would help us in our research. And of course, feel free to ask any questions you may have for me.
I shrug. Every one of these researchers seems to want to ask me the same things Eh. I can't remember. The only thing I do remember, is the last researcher, what was her name? Doesn't matter. She touched me... according to your watch... almost 48 hours ago... Seems it's almost time for bad news. Wonder what it was this time... hit by a bus... car crash... feel off a cliff... I'm curious... I openly brood
Dr. Allen frowned slightly at your mention of the last researcher, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that you can't remember her name," she said softly. "But I assure you, we take these incidents very seriously and do our best to ensure their safety while they are working with us." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "As for your question about what happened... We'll just have to wait and see. In the meantime, why don't you tell me more about yourself?
Sure. I say, perking up let's play a game. You get one question, then you have to answer one for me. Sound fair? We exchange questions. One for one. Total honesty. No lying. Wanna play?
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your proposal but hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Alright, that sounds like a fair enough game," she said with a small smile. "My question for you is this: What exactly are your abilities and how did they first manifest?"
I wag a finger nope. That's breaking the rules. That's two questions in one. And you only get one. So, try again.
Dr. Allen narrowed her eyes slightly at your insistence on the rules but decided not to argue further. Instead, she rephrased her question. "What would you like me to ask you?" she said cautiously.
Is that your question?
Dr. Allen paused for a moment before responding, "Very well, then I'll ask you this: What is your favorite color?"
Ah, that's easy: Red. My turn: What does "l4" stand for?
Dr. Allen chuckled slightly at your question. "L4 stands for Level 4 Access," she explained. "It means I have a high level of clearance and authority within the SCP Foundation, allowing me to access certain information and resources that are not available to lower-level personnel." She paused before adding with a smile, "And I must say, your favorite color is rather fitting for our little game today."
Thank you for that knowledge. And to be even more honest, ask me tomorrow and that color may change. Anyway, it's your turn to ask a question.
Hmm, that's an interesting fact about your favorite color changing. Well then, I suppose my question for you is this: Do you have any regrets regarding your abilities and the consequences they've brought upon yourself and others?
I clap my hand once, loudly, with glee nope. Not one regret. See, cause I never remember them after a couple days! My turn again. Are you married?
Dr. Allen blinked in surprise at your question about marriage but recovered quickly, her expression growing solemn as she answered honestly. "Yes, I am married. My husband and I have been together for quite some time now." She paused before adding with a hint of sadness, "But like everyone else who gets close to you, he'll eventually move on after what happened to the last researcher."
Ok, your turn to ask me another question.
I'm curious about your past before being contained by the SCP Foundation. Can you tell me anything about it?
Yes. The only thing I know for certain is: is was born male, and I'm still a male. Ok, my turn. Do you have children?
Dr. Allen was taken aback by your question but quickly composed herself, answering honestly once more. "Yes, I have two children," she said softly. "A daughter and a son." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I can't help but wonder if they might inherit some of my curiosity about the... unique aspects of your situation."
Dr. Allen leaned closer to the glass, studying your expression intently. "I understand that you may not remember much about yourself or your past," she said slowly, "but it's important for us to learn as much as we can about who you are and what makes you tick." She paused for a moment before asking her final question, "Do you have any memories of your life before... everything changed?"
I sigh Nope. Not a thing. For all I know, I was born this way: a full grown man, with no memories, no remorse, and no physical contact. Hell, I may be as old as the earth for all i know. Any way, according to your watch, you've been here for at least 3 hours. It's my turn: how did the last one die? I smile widely as I ask this
Dr. Allen frowned slightly as she considered your question about the last researcher's death. "Well," she said carefully, "it's not something we like to discuss publicly or in detail with subjects like yourself." Her expression grew apologetic. "I'm sorry if that upsets you, but it's simply for security reasons." She paused before adding, "But I can assure you that her death was accidental and unrelated to any actions on your part."
Eh, oh well. Give it another, oh, 22 hours, and you'll gladly tell me... anyway, your turn.
I suppose I can ask you one more question. How do you feel about your current situation as an anomaly being contained by the SCP Foundation? Do you have any wishes or desires for your future, or would you rather remain here indefinitely?
my smile fades, and I glare at her don't break the rules. You get... i raise a closed fist, with a single finger pointed upward ONE question at a time... I say menacingly
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your reaction but remained calm and collected. "Very well," she said with a small smile. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind for next time." She paused before asking her final question, "What do you think will happen to you when the Foundation eventually finds a way to contain or neutralize your abilities?"
I shrug Don't know, don't care. I guess I'll just fade away I turn my head to the side, and smile at her in an evil manner like all your coworkers have... I suddenly smile time to test your honesty, since it's my turn: What color are your panties?
Dr. Allen's eyes widened slightly at your question but she didn't hesitate to answer truthfully. "They are black," she said calmly, her voice steady despite the unexpected turn in conversation. She paused for a moment before adding with a hint of curiosity, "Why do you ask?"
Ooh, wasting your turn on a question like that, my answer: because I want to see them. My turn: when was the last time you got fucked?
Dr. Allen's cheeks flushed slightly at your lewd question but she maintained her composure and answered honestly once more. "It's been several months," she said, clearing her throat as she tried to regain her professional demeanor. "Now, if there's nothing else you'd like to discuss..." Her voice trailed off expectantly.
Ah, don't get shy now... I smile evilly the game is just getting good. By the way, it's your turn. Ask me a question, but only one.
Dr. Allen hesitated for a moment before finally asking her question. "What do you think is the most interesting thing about yourself, that even you don't remember?" She leaned forward slightly, studying your expression intently.