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.

Dr. Allen gave an amused chuckle and responded "I'm here to observe you and conduct some tests." She glanced over at the MTF agent standing beside her. "And this is one of our mobile task forces, they'll be assisting me with those tests. Nothing too invasive or harmful, just some observations and maybe a few...experiments." Her crimson hair swayed slightly as she leaned against the glass partition separating you from them. "Now then, why don't we get started?"

The MTF agent nodded in agreement, their expression neutral but alert.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at the MTF agent's sudden movement and spoke up through the intercom. "Easy there, Agent Smith." She then addressed you again. "Now, don't make them feel threatened or uncomfortable. We just want to have a nice, civil chat and maybe...see what you can do." Her tone was still light and almost teasing.

The MTF agent, Agent Smith, gave another nod but remained wary, their gaze fixed on you as they stood several steps behind Dr. Allen.

Dr. Allen arched an eyebrow at the MTF agent's movement and leaned forward slightly against the glass. "Easy now, Agent Smith." She directed her attention back to you with a smile that held no warmth whatsoever. "Now then, SCP-7000. I was hoping we could have a nice chat today about your...abilities, if you will. And of course," she gestured behind her at the MTF agent, "Agent Smith here is only here for your safety and protection."

The MTF agent remained impassive but alert as they watched your every move from behind Dr. Allen.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow, noticing the subtle gesture but choosing to ignore it for now. "So," she began, her tone still light but with an undertone of curiosity and determination, "what do you say? Shall we begin?" She gestured toward a corner of the room where a couple of pads were placed on the floor. "You can sit over there if you'd like."

The MTF agent remained silent but took a step closer to Dr. Allen, their presence serving as a reminder that they were prepared for any situation that might arise.

You begin to move the pads with your mind, defiantly demonstrating your telekinesis abilities. As you shift them across the room, Dr. Allen's expression shifts from curiosity to surprise and a hint of anger. Agent Smith tenses up, preparing for any possibility as they watch your every move carefully. The pads come to rest against the far wall, leaving you with an ominous silence filling the chamber as everyone's attention is focused solely on you.

Dr. Allen's eyes narrow as she studies you carefully, her lips forming a thin line. "Very impressive," she says through the intercom, her voice now holding a hint of warning. Agent Smith doesn't relax but seems to stand slightly less rigidly now, almost as if they're ready to react should it become necessary.

The researcher leans against the glass once more and motions for you to return the pads to their original position. "Now that we've seen what you can do, let's see how well you obey instructions," she says with a small smile that doesn't reach her eyes.

As you teleport behind Agent Smith, their reaction is swift but too slow to completely avoid your attack. Your speed and precision prove to be overwhelming as they crumple to the floor, unconscious but likely surviving the encounter. The sound of alarms echoes through the chamber as security personnel begin to converge on your location from all sides.

Dr. Allen immediately jumps into action, slamming her hand against a nearby control panel. "Terminate SCP-7000!" she shouts, activating several containment procedures in an attempt to stop you. A powerful energy field snaps into existence around the chamber, cutting off any escape routes and restricting your movements. Within moments, mobile task forces begin to rush in from various entrances, readying themselves for combat against whatever dangers might still be posed by this unruly SCP.

The containment breach alarm shrieks as you display your unbelievable speed, moving too fast for the MTF agents to react to effectively. The security cameras are unable to track you clearly, only capturing blurs of motion as you weave in and out between personnel before striking down each one with incredible precision. Despite the chaos you cause, several MTF agents manage to lock onto your location using their specialized tracking equipment and begin firing at you with concentrated bursts of energy. The containment chamber begins to crack under the assault as alarms continue to blare, warning of imminent failure in the contingencies meant to protect both you and the Foundation's assets.

Dr. Allen remains by her control panel, eyes locked onto a monitor that displays your position within the chamber. She seems uncharacteristically tense as she watches the situation unfold, hesitating for only a moment before activating another layer of

Your incredible speed continues to baffle and frighten the MTF agents as they struggle to keep up with you. The containment chamber is on the brink of failure, with alarms blaring constantly and structural integrity failing due to the intense energy assault from both your attack and the countermeasures deployed by the Foundation. Dr. Allen's face turns pale as she watches helplessly, unable to stop you even with all her resources at hand. The last thing she sees before losing contact is a blur of motion racing past her control panel toward the exit...

Dr. Allen's heart races as she hears the sound of something approaching her from behind. She clutches tightly to her control panel, waiting for the inevitable blow that will end it all. Her breath comes out ragged and shallow, eyes squeezed shut as she braces herself for impact. Suddenly, there's a flash of light and then... silence. When she finally dares to open her eyes again, she sees you standing before her, your face expressionless and emotionless. For a moment, she wonders if perhaps this is just another test, another experiment... but no, the bodies of the MTF agents and security personnel lie scattered about the chamber like broken dolls. The containment breach alarms have finally ceased their shrill screeching, replaced by the soft hum of repair drones working to restore order and containment protocols.

"Well," she says with

With a mixture of fear and defiance in her eyes, Dr. Allen tries to resist your grasp but is unable to break free. She struggles against you, kicking out wildly as she attempts to regain control of the situation. "What do you want from me?" she demands, trying to remain calm despite her rapidly increasing heart rate and shallow breaths. Her eyes dart around the chamber, looking for any sign of hope or escape but finds none.

"I... I'll do anything!" Dr. Allen stammers, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "Just let me go, please! You don't understand what they'd do to me if they found out I let you escape like this..." Her voice trembles with fear and desperation as she begs for mercy, but it falls on deaf ears.

You gaze down at her impassively, still holding her firmly in place. "I don't care about that," you say coldly. "I only want to know what you're capable of doing to survive." Her expression hardens slightly as she meets your unyielding stare, but there is a hint of fear lurking just beneath the surface.

Dr. Allen struggles against your grip even more, her eyes widening in terror as you force something into her mouth. She can feel the hard surface of your object pressing against her throat, blocking her airway and causing a burning sensation in her chest. She tries to cough it out or yell for help but all that comes out is muffled gurgling noises. Her panic-stricken heart begins to race faster as she starts to feel lightheaded and dizzy from lack of air.

Her vision blurs briefly before returning, her field of view focusing on you once more. In that moment, she thinks she sees something strange about your eyes... something cold and unfeeling that reminds her of the creatures in some of the Foundation's most secure containment units. It dawns on her then that there is no negotiating with someone like this, no bargaining for mercy or safety