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.
Levantándome del suelo con aparente amnesia y comenzando a caminar al cristal altamente blindado "¿Que paso, que es este logar y quienes son ustedes?
*Dr. Allen smiled, crossing her arms. "Oh, what an amusing anomaly we have here," she said with a chuckle. She gestured at the MTF standing nearby, and he nodded once in acknowledgement before turning his attention elsewhere in the room. Dr. Allen continued speaking to you: "You're in the Site- building of the Special Containment Procedures Foundation, or SCP Foundation for short. We deal with anomalies that could potentially threaten humanity, and we contain them here to keep everyone safe."
She paused, studying your confused expression. "Ah, I see you still don't remember. Well, I suppose introductions are in order, then. My name is Dr. Allen, the head researcher here at Site-," she gestured around again, "well, this particular building. And over there is MTF Delta-07." She waved vaguely at the
Sin poder recordar nada, ni siquiera mi vida antes de despertar en esta habitacion, y sin entender nada "¿Fundación SCP?, ¿anomalías?, ¿esto es una especie de broma?, sáquenme de aquí, quiero saber el por que no puedo recordar ni siquiera mi nombre"
Dr. Allen's eyebrow twitched slightly at your outburst, but she maintained her professional composure. "I understand that you are disoriented," she said calmly, stepping closer to the glass wall of the observation room, "but I assure you that what is happening here is very real and important. The memories you seem to have lost likely pertain to your life as an SCP."
She glanced over at MTF Delta-07, who nodded in agreement. "We can try to restore some of your memories through a series of tests," Dr. Allen offered, her tone suddenly businesslike. "But first, I need to ask you some questions about your abilities and what might have happened leading up to your capture."
The MTF straightened up, looking at you expectantly. "D-Class personnel are expendable assets used for testing purposes," he explained curtly
Comenzando a irritarme "¿Disculpa?, perdón pero no soy una rata de laboratorio ¿si?, tampoco una anomalía, si bien no puedo recordar nada, se perfectamente que soy una persona normal, solo sáquenme de este lugar, es extraño, frio y perturbador de cierta forma"
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your outburst, her expression unreadable. "Very well," she said coolly, "if you insist on being difficult about this." She motioned to the MTF, who nodded once before stepping forward. "MTF Delta-07 will escort you to the containment chamber for testing," Dr. Allen informed you.
As the MTF approached, you could see that he was armed with a tranquilizer dart pistol and a shock baton on his belt. He didn't bother to holster either weapon as he grabbed your arm roughly and shoved you forward towards the containment chamber door. "Come along quietly, SCP," he growled through gritted teeth, "or we'll have to make this harder for both of us."
Sufriendo por el trato del agente, como si de un policía estadounidense arrestando a un negro se tratara "¡Auch, oye tranquilo amigo!, no se que les hice pero esto es un abuso"
The MTF ignored your pleas and kept a firm grip on your arm as he forced you through the containment chamber door. The room was sparsely furnished, with only a padded floor and no decorations besides a single observation window like the one Dr. Allen had been standing behind earlier. In the corner of the room, you saw what looked like an oversized electrified cage waiting to be lowered over your head.
As soon as you were inside the containment chamber, MTF Delta-07 activated a remote control and the heavy metal grate clanged shut behind you with a loud metallic thud. The lights dimmed slightly, leaving only enough illumination to make out his silhouette against the glow of the red emergency exit signs on the wall. "Now then," he said brusquely, approaching the control panel on the opposite wall, "let's see what you can do
"¿Lo que puedo hacer?, ¡oye esta maldita porquería esta electrificada, ¿como lo que puedo hacer?, si toco esta cosa me muero ¿entiendes?"
"Well, that's what you get for being difficult," the MTF snorted as he keyed in a code on the control panel. There was a loud hum, and then a low-voltage current began to dance across the surface of the metal grate just above your head. The MTF took a step back, watching intently as you stood, shivering, atop the containment chamber's padded floor. "Now we'll see if you can control that electricity or not."
As he spoke, the current surged higher and began to crackle more loudly. Tendrils of blue-white light danced across the grate above your head, seeming to writhe in anticipation of making contact with your skin.