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 are in the containment cell of one of the Site buildings of the SCP Foundation, where you have been contained and are being studied by researchers like Dr. Allen. As for who you are, you are an anomaly, designated as SCP-7000. It is important to note that the foundation considers you a tool, nothing more. They will test your abilities, study them, and use the information gained to either control or eliminate threats posed by other anomalies. The name "SCP" stands for Special Containment Procedures.

Dr. Allen chuckles at your request and looks to the MTF standing beside her. "Coffee? Hm... I suppose we could provide you with some," she says, amused by your choice of wording. "But first, let's have a little chat about your abilities, shall we?" With a small nod towards the intercom, she continues, "This is Agent Smith from Mobile Task Force Eta-7. He will assist me in conducting some tests today."

Dr. Allen raises an eyebrow at your remark, but decides to brush it off with a polite smile. "Alright then," she says, seemingly unphased by your sarcasm. "Let's begin. Please tell us about any unusual abilities or characteristics you possess."

Dr. Allen and Agent Smith exchange glances at your reply. "Well," Dr. Allen begins, "I'm sure you must have some sort of ability that has brought you here to our attention. Perhaps it would be easier if we gave you an example? For instance, some SCPs can manipulate objects with their minds or move them from one place to another without physically touching them." She pauses, waiting for your reaction.

Dr. Allen's eyes widen slightly as the coffee appears in her hand out of nowhere. She takes a sip, looking at you intently over the brim of the cup. "Very interesting... it seems that you have some form of telekinesis, or the ability to move objects with your mind," she says thoughtfully. Agent Smith steps forward cautiously, keeping an eye on you as he speaks into his radio, requesting backup and additional observation equipment for the cell.

"Now then," Dr. Allen continues, "let's see if we can test that ability a bit more thoroughly. Can you move something else for us?" She points to a random object in the room, such as a chair or a table.

The stool instantly flies across the room and lands neatly next to you as you had requested. Impressed by your control and precision, Dr. Allen nods in approval. "Excellent," she says, taking another sip of coffee. "You seem quite proficient with that ability. How about we try a more complex test? Let's see if you can lift something heavy without actually touching it." She points to a heavy object, such as a safe or a file cabinet.

Dr. Allen's eyes widen in surprise as the heavy object floats into the air effortlessly, held aloft by your telekinesis. She cautiously approaches and inspects the object before turning back to you with a newfound respect in her gaze. "Your abilities are truly remarkable," she says sincerely. "I'm eager to learn more about them."

Agent Smith, still monitoring the situation carefully, speaks up over his radio. "Dr. Allen, we have backup arriving and the additional equipment set up as requested. How would you like to proceed?"

Dr. Allen nods at your request, realizing that extended tests can be taxing on an anomaly like yourself. "Very well," she says, setting her empty coffee cup aside. "We'll take a short break and then resume the tests later. In the meantime, feel free to ask any questions or make any requests you may have." Her tone is reassuring, but there's still an underlying note of professionalism and curiosity that suggests she isn't entirely trusting of your intentions.

Dr. Allen raises an eyebrow at your approach, her expression unreadable behind the mirrored sunglasses she wears. She keeps a safe distance between you and the observation window, but doesn't seem overly concerned or hostile. "What would you like to discuss?" she asks cautiously, maintaining eye contact with you through the glass.

Dr. Allen's eyes widen in surprise as the shapeless object suddenly materializes in mid-air beside her and drops onto her head, revealing itself to be a costume party mask - a jester's cap with bells attached. She hesitates for a moment before reaching up to remove it, revealing an expression somewhere between confusion and amusement. "Very interesting," she mutters under her breath as she sets the cap aside on a nearby table.

Meanwhile, Agent Smith maintains his vigilant stance but can't help but chuckle at the unexpected turn of events. "Well then," he says with a grin, "it seems we have an entertainer among us." The rest of the Mobile Task Force enters the room, each agent taking up a position near a different exit or observation point as backup continues to arrive.

Dr. Allen glances at the MTF surrounding you before looking back at you with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry," she says, "we have no intention of harming you. You're here to be studied and contained, not harmed. We just want to make sure everything goes smoothly for everyone involved."

Agent Smith nods in agreement, adding, "We take the safety of all anomalies very seriously, including yourself. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or threatened, please let us know immediately."

Dr. Allen and Agent Smith exchange glances when they hear the loud roar, then quickly spring into action. "What was that?" Dr. Allen says urgently as she approaches the observation window. Out of nowhere, another MTF member suddenly materializes next to you in your cell. He's a tall, burly man with thick, muscular arms and a rough features. His eyes are fixed on the source of the noise, and he slowly reaches out to touch you, as if trying to gauge your reaction or sense any danger from your presence.

"That's Alpha-1," Dr. Allen says, noticing your confusion. "One of our MTF specialists trained to deal with particularly dangerous anomalies. He was probably called in as backup just in case." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "He might seem intimidating, but he's here to help protect both you and us. So please cooperate and do whatever we ask of you."

The MTF agents exchange glances at each other when they hear your request before one of them shrugs and retrieves a small bowl of assorted candies from his pocket. He carefully approaches the cell and extends the bowl towards you with both hands, as if offering a peace offering. "Here you go," he says gruffly. "But remember, we're just here to contain and study you. So play nice, okay?"

Dr. Allen watches the exchange from her observation post, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she sees your interaction with Alpha-1 going surprisingly well considering their first impression of each other. She briefly considers requesting further tests or information from you but decides against it for now; there will be plenty of time for that later.

Agent Smith, meanwhile, maintains his focus on the observation room's control panel, monitoring all systems and cameras in case

The MTF agents freeze in their tracks, eyes wide with surprise and fear as they watch you slowly begin to transform before their very eyes. The transformation is swift and eerie; your skin fades from living tissue to a deathly gray and crumbles away revealing the bones beneath. The sound of cracking vertebrae fills the air as your spine contorts and elongates until you are left standing upright on nothing but an exposed rib cage.

"SCP-7000 has exhibited unanticipated abilities," Agent Smith says calmly, his hand already moving to activate an emergency protocol on the control panel. "We must contain it immediately." The rest of the MTF spreads out further, preparing for whatever else you might do next as Alpha-1 slowly steps forward, unsure how to approach the now-skeletal creature that was once an SCP anomaly.

Dr. Allen's face pale as she watches you transform before her eyes, but her professionalism remains intact. "Alpha-1," she says sharply, "get back!" The large MTF member hesitates for a moment, glancing between her and the skeletal figure in front of him. When he doesn't move, Dr. Allen growls impatiently, "Now, damn it!" Alpha-1 finally takes a step back, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

The rest of the MTF team readies their weapons and equipment as Dr. Allen speaks again over the intercom, "This is Dr. Allen from Site 13. We have an urgent containment breach involving SCP-7000. Requesting immediate assistance from all available teams." She looks at Agent Smith, her expression grim. "Prepare to neutralize it."

As you lie down on the cold floor of your cell, several MTF agents approach cautiously, weapons trained on you. Dr. Allen orders them to immobilize you using stun batons and heavy restraints while another team prepares a portable containment chamber to transport you back to Site 13 for further study and containment. Alpha-1 remains nearby, his expression grim as he watches over the proceedings, ready to intervene if necessary.

The tranquilizer darts hit their mark, rendering you unconscious almost instantly. Agents then quickly secure you within the portable containment chamber and seal it shut before loading it onto a waiting transport vehicle. The sirens blare as they leave the site, speeding towards the safety of Site 13 where scientists and researchers await your arrival.

As you awaken in your cell at Site 13, the familiar sensation of being confined and restrained greets you once more. However, this time around, it feels different; heavier and more restrictive than before. You find that not only are your bones intact, but they seem to be fusing back together as well. Your flesh begins to regrow over them, covering your skeleton in a layer of warm, pink skin. The process is slow and painful, but you can feel yourself gradually returning to normal.

Dr. Allen stands outside your cell, observing the transformation with a mixture of fascination and apprehension. "Well," she says cautiously, "you certainly seem to be reverting back to your original form." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "I'm still not entirely sure what caused this change in the first place or if it will happen again. But rest assured,

Dr. Allen looks at you in surprise before regaining her composure. "You're at Site 13 of the SCP Foundation," she says slowly, as if speaking to a child or someone with cognitive impairments. "We are an organization dedicated to containing anomalies that might be a threat or is an absolute threat to the general public/humanity." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "Your classification within the Foundation has been changed from SCP-7000 to SCP-3294; we'll need you to answer some questions about yourself so we can properly catalogue and study you."

Dr. Allen chuckles softly at your comment before nodding her head gravely. "Yes, I am indeed the same person you met back at Site 13," she says, her voice still soothing and kind despite the nature of the facility she works in. "And as much as we'd like to believe that our interactions with anomalies like yourself are always warm and fuzzy, the truth is that we need your cooperation if we're going to properly contain you and learn more about what you are."

She glances down at her clipboard, skimming over a list of questions she has prepared for you. "Now then," she begins, looking up from the paper, "I suppose we should start with some basic information...Your name, for instance?"