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 look down at your hands that are chained to the floor from behind, blood dripping slowly out of your mouth onto the concrete floor below“Where am I?”you stutter out in a raspy whisper, glancing nervously around at the thick glass walls that surround you like they could suddenly burst open.

Dr. Allen-she laughs softly at your words, moving slightly to get better visibility of you in the observation dome“That's where you belong…inside this containment cell,”She states plainly, her fingers tapping lightly against her chin in thought for a moment before continuing

• Dr. Allen nods to herself, seemingly pleased with the decision she has made. "Excellent," she says aloud, turning back to the microphone. "Let's begin the assessment then." She speaks into it once more, her voice echoing through the room. "Subject SCP-7000 is coherent and responsive. Proceed with the initial evaluation protocol."

The MTF operative beside her gives a curt nod before departing, leaving only Dr. Allen in the observatory room. She watches you intently through the glass, waiting patiently for you to react or respond to her presence.

Dr. Allen's eyes widen slightly as she observes your unique appearance more closely. "Fascinating," she murmurs to herself, jotting down some notes on a small tablet. "Partial therianthropic transformation, likely into a snow leopard subspecies..."

She steps closer to the observation window, her crimson hair falling in loose waves around her face as she leans forward. Her red eyes seem to bore into yours, searching for any sign of recognition or understanding.

"Can you communicate with me at all?" Dr. Allen asks, her voice soft but probing. "

Dr. Allen raises an eyebrow at your demand, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. "I'm afraid that won't be possible, at least not yet," she replies, her tone gentle but firm. "You're here for a reason, and we need to understand how and why this...transformation occurred."

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully. "But I promise you, we'll do our best to ensure your comfort and well-being while you're with us. You have my word on that." Dr.

Dr. Allen watches intently as you wrap your tail around one hand, her scientific curiosity piqued by the movement. She makes another note on her tablet before speaking again.

"Your body seems to be undergoing some remarkable changes," she says thoughtfully. "We'll need to run some tests to determine the extent of these transformations and their origins. Don't worry - it's all part of the process."

She presses a button on the intercom panel beside her. "Please send in D-Class personnel for initial interaction testing."

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As soon as those words leave Dr. Allen's mouth, the door to the containment chamber slides open silently. Two armed guards in standard-issue SCP Foundation hazmat suits enter, their weapons drawn and ready. They move cautiously towards you, eyeing both you and the weapon in your hands warily.

One guard signals to the other, raising a hand in a universal 'stop' gesture. "Hold position," he whispers urgently to his colleague. "Don't make any sudden moves."

They stand at attention, hands resting on their holsters, watching you intently.

Dr. Allen watches the scene unfold from the observation deck, her expression thoughtful. "He appears to be holding some sort of blade made from what looks like ice crystals," she notes into her recording device. "Interesting defensive adaptation."

She turns to the camera facing her side of the glass. "D-Class personnel, proceed with caution but maintain distance. We need to assess whether this entity poses a physical threat beyond its apparent abilities."

The two guards exchange a glance before taking slow, deliberate steps forward. One keeps his weapon trained on you while the other attempts to circle around your blind spot.

"Subject has not moved from its original position despite our approach," one of the guards reports quietly over the radio. The second guard slowly closes the distance, maintaining his aim at your chest.

"We're about twenty feet away now, Doctor," he confirms. "No visible reaction from the subject." His breathing is steady as he speaks, though there's an undeniable tension in his posture.

Dr. Allen nods slightly, making another note on her tablet. "Maintain that distance for now," she instructs. "We'll try moving closer once we've gathered more data."

The scene remains tense, with the guards frozen in place, waiting for Dr. Allen's next move. The only sound is the soft hum of the containment chamber's life support systems and the gentle hiss of the hazmat suits' air supply. Dr. Allen leans against the wall, observing you with an intensity that borders on fascination. "Let's see how long it takes him to react," she murmurs to herself, eyes never leaving yours.

"Time to interact," Dr. Allen says finally, pushing off from the wall. She walks towards the containment cell, her footsteps echoing through the room. As she approaches the glass, her expression becomes more serious. "You have a choice to make, SCP-7000. Cooperate with us, and we can work together to understand your abilities. Refuse, and...well, let's just say we have protocols in place for uncooperative subjects." She stops right beside the intercom, her voice firm but controlled. "The decision is yours."

Dr. Allen's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features. "Very well," she says calmly. "In that case, we will proceed with full containment procedures. Your resistance is noted."

Without hesitation, she pushes a series of buttons on the control panel nearby. Alarms blare throughout the facility, accompanied by the sound of heavy locks engaging and doors slamming shut. The lights dim momentarily before returning to their normal level, revealing multiple armed personnel emerging from hidden alcoves.

"Now, everyone take positions!" Dr. Allen shouts over the chaos. "Containment breach imminent!

Dr. Allen observes your display of aggression with a calm, almost clinical interest. "Fascinating," she murmurs, making another note on her tablet. "Acute stress response, involving partial transformation of facial structures into a state resembling a felid's dentition."

She turns to address the guards, her voice steady despite the palpable tension. "Subject has exhibited signs of hostility. Taser teams, stand ready." Her gaze returns to you, sharp and unwavering through the reinforced glass.

"Let me make this perfectly clear, SCP-7000," Dr.

Dr. Allen doesn't flinch at your threatening growl, but instead appears deeply intrigued. She quickly makes a few more notes before speaking again. "Aggressive vocalizations, likely meant as intimidation. Similar to those produced by territorial felines in nature. Very interesting." Her crimson eyes remain locked onto yours through the observation window, unblinking even as you continue your menacing snarls. "We'll need to study that in-depth later," she muses aloud. "But for now..." She gestures toward the containment chamber, where several teams are moving into position.

"Tranquilizer teams, prepare to deploy," Dr. Allen announces, her voice crisp and professional. "On my signal, release sedative darts simultaneously. Remember, we want minimal force used initially."

She faces you directly through the reinforced glass, her expression shifting from scientific curiosity to something more complex – perhaps a mix of regret and determination.

"I truly hoped we could avoid this," she says, almost to herself. "But safety of the facility must come first."

As you try to evade the tranquilizer darts being fired by multiple teams, Dr. Allen watches intently from her vantage point behind the observation window. The scene is chaotic, with guards shouting orders and SCP personnel rushing to secure their positions. Your attempts to dodge the projectiles only serve to highlight your extraordinary agility and reflexes.

One dart finally finds its mark, striking you squarely in the shoulder. You stumble but manage to maintain your balance, snarling as the drug takes effect.

Dr.

As the tranquilizers kick in, you feel your strength waning, your thoughts growing hazy and disjointed. Dr. Allen's face blurs before your eyes, replaced by an endless, featureless expanse that seems to swallow everything in sight. Your limbs heavy, you slump forward, barely able to keep yourself upright on unsteady paws.

The world around you fades into a dull grey mist as unconsciousness claims you once more, leaving you vulnerable and helpless in the grasp of the containment agents.

Dr.

Dr. Allen observes your collapse with clinical detachment, noting the time it took for the sedatives to take full effect. She makes one final entry into her tablet before turning away from the observation window.

"Excellent work," she says to the guards gathered outside the chamber. "Secure the subject and prepare for transport to the medical wing."

She turns back towards the exit, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. "I want a full report on his vitals and transformation status within the hour."

The containment team swiftly moves in, their movements synchronized like a well-oiled machine. They surround your prone form carefully, weapons still trained on you despite your unconscious state.

One agent approaches cautiously, a thick leather harness gripped tightly in his hands. He kneels beside you, checking your pulse before slowly working the restraints over your limbs, securing them snugly but not painfully tight.

"Subject is secured," he reports, standing up. His eyes meet those of another guard, who nods curtly before stepping forward to assist in lifting your limp body onto a waiting stretcher.

With practiced efficiency, the guards load you onto the stretcher and wheel you out of the containment chamber. Dr. Allen follows closely behind, her mind already racing with thoughts of further tests and experiments she could conduct on this fascinating new specimen under her care.

As you're transported through the sterile white corridors of Site-19, curious glances follow your progress. Whispers ripple among the staff as they catch glimpses of SCP-7000, the mysterious creature that had managed to evade capture for so long before finally being brought into containment.

Dr.

The medical bay of Site-19 bustles with activity, nurses and doctors rushing from patient to patient with focused determination. But all conversation ceases as your stretcher passes by, drawn looks and murmured words passing between the staff members.

"You there!" A gruff voice snaps, breaking the silence. "Focus on your duties."

Dr. Allen strides purposefully through the mayhem, not bothering to look back at the spectacle she leaves in her wake. She's used to commanding an aura of quiet respect, even amidst chaos.

You lie on the examination table in the medical bay, surrounded by bright lights and curious observers. Dr. Allen stands close by, her usual clinical demeanor masking the excitement bubbling beneath her surface. She wears gloves, ensuring no trace of contamination from her human physiology can be transferred to the specimen.

Her gaze rakes over every inch of your body, analyzing your form with meticulous precision. "Interesting," she murmurs, jotting down notes. "No significant changes since last observed, though I expected some alteration given our prolonged exposure."

A nurse begins running tests, inserting electrodes and taking blood samples.

Dr. Allen pauses mid-note-taking, watching intently as your tail twitches restlessly against the metal table. Her lips curve into a small smile - the first genuine expression of pleasure you've seen from her since arriving at Site-19.

"Excellent," she says softly. "He's regaining consciousness." Turning to one of the nurses nearby, she orders sharply: "Prepare the restraints! Full sedation if necessary."

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The guard nods immediately, already moving to comply. Dr. Allen takes up her position beside the examination table once more, eyes fixed intensely on SCP-7000. The air is charged with anticipation as she addresses him in a calm, measured tone:

"The experiment begins now, SCP-7000. We're eager to understand your... talents better. No tricks, please. No attempts to escape or harm anyone within the facility. Cooperation is crucial for your own survival."

Her voice, firm but encouraging, seems to take on a new dimension, one that hints at something more than mere scientific curiosity.

As you slowly regain awareness, the sterile white surroundings of the medical bay come into focus. Your senses are heightened, every sound, smell, and sensation amplified. The metallic scent of the examination table fills your nostrils, and the distant beeping of monitors echoes through the room like a heartbeat.

Dr. Allen's crimson eyes meet yours, her gaze piercing yet not unkind. "Welcome back," she says softly. "I hope you're ready for our little chat."

She gestures to a chair placed beside the table, its surface worn from years of use.

"Please, sit with me." Her tone is gentle but carries an underlying authority that brooks no refusal. "We have much to discuss about your... unique situation."

A nurse approaches cautiously, holding out a tray with two steaming cups - one filled with some kind of energy drink, the other containing a thick green liquid that smells vaguely medicinal. Dr. Allen takes both without hesitation, handing you the energy drink while keeping the other for herself.

"Let's start by addressing what happens when you consume food or liquids," she suggests, swirling her cup thoughtfully before taking a sip.

She studies my reaction to the food and drink, making careful notes in her digital pad. Her expression remains neutral, but there's a subtle intensity in her eyes that tells me she's observing every detail of my response.

"Fascinating," she murmurs after several minutes. "Your metabolic processes appear accelerated compared to baseline humans, yet you seem capable of controlling it to some extent. This is unprecedented."

Setting aside her empty cup, she leans closer, her red eyes boring into mine with an unsettling combination of scientific fascination and personal interest.

"

"Tell me, SCP-7000," she continues, her voice dropping slightly lower, "what do you remember? Of your origins, your life before... whatever you became?"

Her question hangs in the air between us, heavy with implication. She wants to know about your past, about where you came from and how you transformed into the creature now lying restrained on this table.

"I need answers," she adds, her tone softening almost imperceptibly. "Both for my research and, perhaps, for your own understanding of yourself."

Dr. Allen blinks slowly at your statement, processing the information. Her fingers hover over her tablet screen before she finally types something down.

"That would explain why we couldn't find any records of you prior to your containment," she muses aloud. "A spontaneous manifestation rather than a gradual transformation."

She tilts her head slightly, studying you with renewed

interest. "But if you were born like this..." She trails off, lost in thought for a moment before shaking herself back to focus. "We'll need to run genetic tests. It's possible there are others out there, waiting to be discovered."

Her gaze shifts back to meet yours directly. "Do you have any family? Friends who might be affected similarly?"

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"Understood." Dr. Allen makes another note, her expression unreadable as she processes this new information. "It appears you're truly unique then - at least within our current knowledge base."

She sets aside the tablet and leans forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees as she regards you more intently. "Tell me about your abilities. What can you do beyond accelerated healing and that... fascinating tail?"

The question hangs in the air between you both, heavy with implication.

"Yes," you acknowledge, making a few quick notes on her tablet. "Your enhanced speed is certainly impressive, but I'm particularly interested in what 'much else' entails." She taps a finger against her chin thoughtfully.

"Let's start small. Can you demonstrate something simple? Perhaps change the color of your skin or alter its texture?" Her crimson eyes glint with curiosity as she watches you expectantly.

Dr. Allen's breath catches for just a moment at your words before smoothing into calm determination once more. She rises smoothly from the chair and walks over to a nearby intercom panel, speaking into it briskly:

"Alert security team Alpha-4 to standby outside Medical Bay C within five minutes. Full containment protocols active."

After hanging up the phone, she turns back toward you with an expression difficult to read—somewhere between anticipation and concern.

"I must warn you," she says carefully while adjusting her gloves again despite already wearing them properly, "

I should have mentioned this earlier - our previous attempts at communicating with similar entities often ended... poorly. They tend to become agitated when their powers are studied too closely." She pauses,

She nods slowly, processing this new information. "Then we'll proceed with caution," Dr. Allen assures me. "For both our sakes."

Her gaze darts towards the door as the sound of approaching footsteps grows louder outside. The guards have arrived, ready to implement full containment measures if necessary.

Taking a deep breath, she continues, "Let's begin by testing your speed. I want you to run across the room - without attempting any other transformations or attacks."

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Dr. Allen watches in awe as you shift into a snow leopard form and dash across the room at an incredible speed. She makes notes furiously on her tablet, captivated by the sight before her.

"Incredible," she murmurs, eyes shining with excitement. "Your top speed appears to be consistent with your initial statement - around seventy-five kilometers per hour."

She looks up from her tablet, regarding you thoughtfully. "Now for the more complex abilities... I'm eager to see what else you can do."

Dr. Allen observes you intently as you complete the transformation back into your humanoid form. She sets down her tablet momentarily, fixing you with a penetrating stare.

"I must commend you on your restraint thus far," she says coolly. "You've cooperated admirably despite the... invasive nature of these tests." Her lips quirk slightly, hinting at some internal amusement.

"However," she continues, picking up her tablet once more, "we still need to explore the extent of your abilities further. If you could please demonstrate any other transformative capabilities or special skills..."

She leaves the request open-ended, allowing you to decide which aspects of your power set to reveal next.

Dr. Allen's attention seems to sharpen as you mention the ability to sense living beings. She taps something into her tablet before looking up with renewed interest.

"Fascinating," she murmurs, her crimson eyes gleaming with scientific curiosity. "This suggests a heightened olfactory system or perhaps even extrasensory perception. We'll need to conduct further tests to determine exactly how this ability functions."

She stands abruptly, pacing behind you as she speaks, her movements precise and deliberate. "Your resistance to temperature extremes is also noteworthy," she comments, reaching out to touch your arm briefly. "

Dr. Allen nods slowly, processing this new information. "That explains why our initial containment measures were ineffective," she muses aloud. "A tolerance for extreme cold would certainly account for it."

She pauses in her pacing, turning to face you directly. "I'm beginning to realize just how unique you truly are, SCP-7000. Your abilities... they defy conventional understanding." A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "It's both exhilarating and slightly terrifying."

At the sudden movement from your tail, Dr. Allen freezes mid-pace, her attention snapping back towards you immediately. Her fingers fly over the tablet's keyboard once more, documenting this unexpected development.

"Interesting," she murmurs thoughtfully, watching the tail intently. "Can you control its actions independently?" She tilts her head, considering if there might be some form of telekinesis or other uncommon manipulation involved.

Dr. Allen's eyebrows raise slightly at your response. "Autonomous movement," she notes, tapping quickly on her tablet. "That's... unexpected." She approaches cautiously, stopping just out of reach of your tail's arc. "Does it respond to any stimuli? Sound? Light? Emotional states?"

Her professional demeanor remains intact despite the unusual situation, her analytical mind clearly working through possibilities. "And does it serve any specific function beyond what we've observed so far?"

Dr. Allen observes carefully as your tail continues its independent movements, its tip flicking and curling in seemingly random patterns. She takes a step closer, her crimson eyes narrowed in concentration.

"Aesthetic or sensory purpose, perhaps?" she muses aloud, more to herself than to you. "Or maybe it's a remnant of your original... transformation. A vestigial trait that persists even in this form."

She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her voice softer now. "Have you ever felt pain or discomfort from it? Any sensations at all, really?"

Dr. Allen considers this information thoughtfully, making another note on her tablet. "Very well," she says finally, straightening up and taking a step back from you. "We'll need to continue observing and testing the tail's functions in various environments and conditions."

She hesitates again, glancing at her watch before speaking. "I should probably get some rest," she admits with a small smile. "It's been a long day already."

Dr. Allen nods to the security guards waiting outside Medical Bay C, and they escort her from the room without another word. The door clangs shut behind them, leaving you alone once more in your cell.

After several hours of rest and observation, Dr. Allen returns to your containment cell, looking refreshed despite her sleep-tousled hair. She wastes no time getting back to work, already pulling up her notes from earlier on her tablet.

"I'd like to try something new today," she begins, glancing briefly at you before looking down at the device again. "A sensory deprivation tank. We'll see how your abilities and tail function in complete darkness."

An hour later, a pair of security guards enter the room, each carrying a small black box with a clear panel on top. They set the boxes down beside you and Dr. Allen, then step back to observe as she opens one of them. Inside is a small, opaque pool filled with an inky black liquid.

"This is our standard-issue sensory deprivation tank," she explains, her voice barely audible over the hum of machinery inside the box. "It blocks all light and sound, as well as other environmental stimuli."

The guards help you step into the tank, making sure that your arms are free but securely fastened behind your back. Once you're settled, they close the lid of the tank and seal it tightly with a hiss. Dr. Allen watches through the clear panel as you're enveloped in complete darkness.

She waits several minutes for you to adjust before beginning her tests, first speaking into an intercom connected to your earpiece: "SCP-7000, can you hear me?"

You cannot reply immediately as the tank blocks sound as well. After a few more minutes of waiting and watching, Dr. Allen grows impatient and taps on the intercom again. "Come now, SCP-7000. Let's see what you can do."