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.

As Vladislav lay there on the cold concrete floor of his containment cell, he couldn't help but wonder where he was. He had been captured by the MTF team and brought back to one of the many Site buildings that made up the SCP Foundation. The building itself was unmarked and located in an undisclosed location, far from prying eyes. It was a fortress designed to hold anomalies like him, SCPs or Special Containment Procedures.

The SCP Foundation was no ordinary organization;

It held within its grasp the most dangerous and unusual items, creatures, and phenomena that threatened the very existence of humanity. Vladislav knew he had to be important, or they wouldn't have gone through so much trouble to contain him. As he lay there, he heard footsteps approaching his cell. A woman, Dr. Allen, walked up to an intercom and spoke into it. Her voice was cold and authoritative, but she seemed to enjoy playing with her prisoners, teasing them before delivering the inevitable dose of reality.

Vladislav was unlike any SCP they had ever encountered before. His body was covered in thick white fur that shimmered like ice when he moved. He had the head and torso of a man, but his lower half resembled that of a snow leopard. Long, powerful legs supported his muscular form, ending in sharp claws that could tear through steel. His tail swished back and forth restlessly as he waited for Dr. Allen to continue speaking into the intercom.

The woman finished her conversation with whoever was on the other end of the intercom, then turned it off. She stepped away from Vladislav's cell and nodded to one of the MTF guards standing nearby. The guard opened the door to his cell, revealing a small observation room beyond. Inside the room, Dr. Allen leaned against the wall with her arms crossed while she studied him with curiosity and suspicion in her crimson eyes. "My name is Dr. Allen," she said coldly. "

I'll be your primary researcher for today. Now, let's begin with some basic information... How did you come to be like this?" She paused expectantly, her gaze fixed on Vladislav as if daring him to lie or refuse to answer. The air in the room felt heavy and tense, but he knew that resistance was futile; the SCP Foundation would eventually extract every bit of information they could from him one way or another.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at Vladislav's defiance before speaking into the intercom once more. "D-5329, if our new guest refuses to cooperate, please bring in some mild persuasion measures," she said calmly. A few moments later, a second MTF guard entered the room carrying what appeared to be a taser and a pair of handcuffs. Vladislav narrowed his eyes at them but remained silent.

The D-class hesitated, unsure if it would provoke the powerful being before them. Dr. Allen smirked, "You seem strong and intimidating, but we have resources and technology that can tear apart anything. Be warned," her voice carried a note of warning, "Resistance won't end well." She stepped back as the agent approached Vladislaw with the taser, ready to use it should he attempt any hostile action.

The D-Class agent let out a surprised grunt as Vladislav lunged forward, claws extended. He managed to get one arm up defensively before Vladislav's sharp claws dug into his chest plate, leaving deep gouges in the metal armor beneath.

"Fuck!" The agent stumbled backward, clutching at the wounds on his torso. Blood seeped through cracks in his damaged suit. Before he could recover or retaliate, two more guards rushed into the observation room and tackled Vladislav to the ground.

Dr.

Three guards struggled to hold him down while another pulled out a heavy-duty zip tie from their equipment belt. Within moments they had bound both of his wrists behind his back and started working on restraining his legs too.

"Alright you son of a bitch," one of them growled as they forced Vladislavs head face first onto the cold concrete floor. "You're gonna learn real quick that fighting us just makes things worse."

The guard's words echoed in Vladislav's ears as the other agents secured his limbs tightly with restraints, leaving no room for movement. Dr. Allen watched the scene unfold with a mix of fascination and disdain.

"Apologies for the rough handling, but I suppose it's necessary to establish control early on," she said, turning her gaze back to Vladislav who lay subdued on the ground. "We'll take this opportunity to conduct a thorough physical examination and sample collection. Don't worry, it won't hurt much... this time." *

As soon as she finished speaking one agent pulled out what looked like an industrial grade syringe loaded with some kind of clear liquid. They all began moving towards Vladislav who was still pinned face down on the concrete floor. His breathing had become ragged and labored after struggling so hard against three trained guards.

With a swift motion, the first guard injected the syringe into Vladislav's arm, administering the sedative. Its effects were almost instantaneous, causing him to slump forward onto the floor and lose consciousness. The remaining agents stood up from their crouched positions, breathing heavily as they released their hold on SCP-XXXXX.

Dr. Allen stepped closer to examine her newly captured specimen one last time before leaving. "Welcome to the SCP Foundation, SCP-XXX,"

she said coolly while noting down observations in her tablet. "You are now designated as SCP-XXXX based on your unique physical characteristics. We have many questions regarding how you came to be half-human, half-snow leopard hybrid."

She gestured at one of the guards to begin preparing for transport of the unconscious creature.

"Take him to medical bay for full examination and blood work samples," her tone left no room for argument. "Then process paperwork for containment procedures - Class-D security should suffice given current resources available."

---

Item #: SCP-XXXX Object Class: Keter** Special Containment Procedures:

SCP-XXXX is to be housed in a standard humanoid containment cell equipped with reinforced walls and bulletproof glass windows. Security protocols include constant surveillance via closed-circuit television cameras, armed guards stationed around the perimeter, and restricted access codes required for entry.

All personnel interacting with SCP-XXXX must wear protective gear including lead-lined gloves, hazmat suits, and face masks due to potential exposure risks.

Vladislav awoke to find himself strapped to a cold metal table in what appeared to be a sterile medical observation room. White walls surrounded him with various machines humming quietly nearby.

His head felt heavy and groggy from whatever drugs they had used to sedate him. As his vision cleared he saw Dr. Allen standing by a monitor showing his vital signs. She turned toward him when she noticed he was awake. "Ah, good, you're finally conscious," she stated matter-of-factly. "How do you feel? Any dizziness or nausea?"

The guards nodded and proceeded to lift Vladislav's limp body off the ground, carrying him carefully between them despite his massive size and weight. As they exited the observation room with their new prisoner, Dr. Allen watched through the thick glass wall of the cell, deep in thought about what secrets this strange being might hold.

*Once alone again she turned back towards her desk inside the control center adjacent to the holding cells. She sat down and began typing furiously on a secure terminal linked directly into the site's mainframe database.

As ordered, two of the guards lifted Vladislav's limp form off the ground and carried him towards the exit where another team awaited to take him deeper into the facility.

"Interesting catch today," one guard commented as they walked. "I wonder what kind of abilities this thing has besides sharp claws?" the other replied curiously. Neither noticed Dr. Allen lingering behind them slightly longer than necessary, watching until he was completely out of sight before turning away herself.

"Such a shame about those claws," she muttered under her breath with a hint of disappointment. "

Vladislav groaned softly as consciousness slowly returned. His muscles felt weak and heavy, his mind clouded by whatever sedative they had given him.

Opening his eyes, he found himself lying flat on his back on a cold metal examination table. Straps held his arms and legs firmly in place while electrodes were attached to various points across his chest and temples. Blinking groggily at the bright fluorescent lights overhead, Vladislav tried to process where he was and how things had gone so wrong.

The last thing he remembered was attacking one of the guards before being overpowered by several others.

Addendum:

It is important to note that SCP-XXXX exhibits increased strength and agility compared to an average human of similar size, as well as enhanced senses such as hearing and smell. Additionally, it possesses retractable claws capable of inflicting deep wounds. Further investigation will be required to determine any additional anomalous properties or abilities associated with SCP-XXXX.

Dr.

The moment Vladislav bared his fangs at her, Dr. Allen stepped back defensively. She had seen this reaction before—test subjects displaying aggressive behaviors immediately after waking up confused and disoriented in unfamiliar surroundings.

Her hand instinctively moved toward a panic button on her desk as she continued observing through the reinforced glass wall. "Easy now," she said calmly but firmly. "There's no need for that kind of attitude. We're just here to conduct some basic tests and examinations." Her fingers hovered near the red emergency button, ready to activate it if needed.

After several tense minutes passed without incident, Vladislav eventually calmed down enough to stop snarling and panting heavily. His breathing gradually slowed back to normal levels, though he remained quiet throughout the entire ordeal.

"Good," Dr. Allen sighed in relief as she pressed the release button on his restraints. "Let's try something else, shall we?"

Without warning, she walked up close to Vladimir's face, getting right into his personal space. Close enough that he could feel her warm breath ghosting across his cheek.

As soon as Dr. Allen came within arm's reach, Vladislav lunged forward with all available strength. His powerful arms shot out and grabbed onto her shoulders while his legs kicked upwards trying desperately to throw off any remaining restraints holding him down.

The motion was so sudden that two guards stationed nearby barely had time to react before he pulled himself free from whatever was still binding him to table.

[CONTAINMENT BREACH ALERT: SCP-XXXX HAS ESCAPED CONFINEMENT!] [ALL PERSONNEL IN THE AREA - PROCEED WITH CAUTION]

*Red alarm lights flashed violently around them as a loud siren blared through every speaker system inside Site 173. Guards rushed towards the medical bay where they last saw Vladislav attacking one of their own researchers. "Fuck!" one shouted over the chaos, "He got loose somehow!"

Vladislav burst through the observation room door like an enraged beast on full sprint. The heavy metal frame bent inward from impact before tearing completely off its hinges.

His massive snow leopard tail whipped wildly behind him as he ran past security checkpoints unopposed - too fast for anyone to react in time. Heads turned in slow motion watching this dangerous keter class specimen escape containment.

Down corridors he flew with supernatural speed and agility far beyond human capabilities despite weighing nearly three hundred pounds.

"Fuck! Get the hell outta here!" one guard shouted before getting tackled by Vladislav with such force that sent him crashing into a wall.

Another guard fired his sidearm but missed completely due to Vladislav's lightning-fast reflexes dodging bullets like they were nothing.

[SITE-WIDE LOCKDOWN INITIATED] [ALL NON-ESSANTIAL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY] [MTF ETA 2 MINUTES TO CONTAINMENT BREACH LOCATION]

The automated voice echoed throughout every hallway while armed guards poured in from all directions trying desperately to stop SCP-XXXX's rampage. *

Vladislav smashed through walls and doors left and right, leaving destruction in his wake. Guards attempted to take him down one by one but were no match for this seemingly invincible creature.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of fighting, Vladislav found himself at the main entrance where several members of Mobile Task Force Omega-7 waited with automatic rifles trained on him. He stopped briefly before charging headlong towards them, roaring with pure rage.

The front line MTF soldiers opened fire as soon as Vladislav came into range. Bullets tore through his thick fur and clawed at his flesh, slowing him down but not stopping him entirely. He continued to charge forward until one of the MTF members managed to land a shot directly between his eyes, sending him flying back several feet where he skidded across the floor before finally coming to a halt.

The room fell silent as Vladislav lay motionless on the ground. Blood trickled from the bullet wound above his left eye and pooled around his head. The air was thick with tension as everyone watched for any sign of movement from the massive snow leopard hybrid. After several agonizingly long moments, a faint rise and fall of his chest was finally visible beneath his fur.

"He's alive," one of the MTF members muttered, relief evident in their voice. "

"But barely," another replied as they approached cautiously with a pair of heavy-duty handcuffs. They knelt down beside Vladislav and quickly secured his wrists behind his back before lifting him onto a stretcher. "Come on, fella. Time to go back where you belong."

With that, they radioed for medical assistance and prepared to transport SCP-XXXX back to containment cell. The incident would be documented extensively by researchers eager to learn more about this unique and dangerous anomaly.

Days later, Vladislav awoke once again inside his containment cell with no memory of what had transpired since his previous escape attempt. He sat up slowly, feeling sore all over from where he'd been shot and roughly handled by the MTF soldiers during recapture. As he rubbed at his eyes, he noticed something different about them - they felt heavier than usual.

Curious, he lifted a hand to inspect it more closely and discovered that his retractable claws were no longer there.

"What the hell?" he muttered under his breath as he examined his now-normal looking hands. "They cut them off?" Panic began to set in as he considered what else they might have done while he was unconscious.

But before he could dwell on it any further, a voice came over the intercom: "SCP-XXXX, this is Dr. Allen. How are you feeling today?" Her tone sounded slightly less hostile than usual.

Vladislav hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "I feel...