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.
"Why would I want to meet someone else ? You seem like the perfect date in this concrete world"
Dr. Allen looked at the MTF next to her and smirked slightly, turning back to you as she spoke "Why, I do believe that's quite a compliment coming from someone who's only met me for all of ten seconds. But perhaps we should focus on getting to know each other more... scientifically speaking." Her tone was teasing but playful, her gaze never leaving yours.
"Well it's not like I can go anywhere, so I can talk all you want. But perhaps you could bring me some furniture in here. I'm human after all and need more comfort than some of the things you got stored in there"
Dr. Allen seemed amused by your request and nodded to the MTF, who saluted before turning away. "That's an interesting point," she said with a laugh. "Give me a moment to discuss that with my colleagues, won't you?" Before long, another researcher entered the room, carrying a clipboard and scribbling notes. Dr. Allen motioned her over, briefing her about your request before sending her off to handle it.
"Now then," she began, stepping closer to the glass wall separating you, "I'm sure you have some questions of your own. Feel free to ask."
"Why did you take me here ?"
Dr. Allen chuckled lightly. "Well, because you're an anomaly, of course! The SCP Foundation exists to study and contain individuals like yourself for the betterment of humanity." She gestured vaguely at the room around you. "This is one of our many research facilities where we can safely observe and interact with these... curiosities."
"We've had reports about someone matching your description exhibiting some rather interesting abilities, and so we decided it would be best to bring you here for further study," she explained matter-of-factly. "You have our sincerest apologies if the process seems invasive or... inhumane. But rest assured, the safety of both our staff and humanity at large is our top priority."
"And what would be those abilities ? I'm like a superhero or some shit like that ?"
Dr. Allen's expression shifted from amusement to one of curiosity as she studied you. "Well, we're still in the process of discovering that. That's why we need your cooperation," she said earnestly. "We want to understand how these abilities work, what triggers them... You could be incredibly valuable to us, if you choose to help." She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she regarded you. "Of course, you are free to refuse. But I must warn you that there will be consequences should you decide not to comply."
She leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Let's just say that 'accidents happen' in a place like this... things can get messy when experiments go awry. And trust me, we have the means to ensure your cooperation if necessary." Her tone left little room for doubt about the seriousness of her warning.
"You have my full cooperation, doctor Allen. Maybe we could go in a more private examination room if you want to performe some tests"
Dr. Allen smiled warmly at your acquiescence. "Thank you, that's wonderful news," she said, opening a panel on the wall beside her and activating a loudspeaker. "D-3974, please escort SCP-7000 to Testing Room B for initial analysis. MTF Alpha-5 is standing by in case of any... complications." The radio crackled before responding with an affirmative.
"Alright then, shall we?" she asked, gesturing for you to follow her as she walked to the now-open door beside the observation room.
I leave my cell and follow her into a room full of scientific stuff. "So, are we alone in there, doctor ?"
Dr. Allen smiled as she surveyed the equipment in the testing room. "Oh, don't worry," she said with a reassuring chuckle, "I've already ordered the MTF team to stand down for now. You're quite safe with just me... and my colleagues through the observation room." She gestured vaguely toward another door at the far end of the room.
"Why don't you have a seat over there, and we can begin?" she offered, indicating an unoccupied chair near a small examination table. "We'll need to start with some basic measurements and vitals... nothing too invasive," she assured you with another smile.
"Perform all you want on me, doc. I can call you that, right ?"
Dr. Allen smiled warmly at your trust and nodded. "Of course you can call me that. Now then, let's get started, shall we?" She gestured for you to sit in the chair again, this time picking up a pair of calipers from a nearby tray as she moved around behind you. "Don't worry," she said as she gently pressed them against your shoulders, "these are just for measuring your height and muscle mass... nothing too uncomfortable."
"I've seen some shit, you can go on without worries, doc. Are there any other handsome doc in here, or are you the exception ?
Dr. Allen chuckled at your question as she finished taking your measurements with the calipers and made a note on her clipboard. "Well, I suppose you could say that... but really it's more about the work ethic," she replied with a wink. "There are plenty of talented researchers here, both men and women. You just have to find the ones who share your interests and outlook." With that said, she moved around to face you again, taking another step closer so that you could easily see her expression.
"Now then," she began, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder, "let's take those vitals, shall we?" She gestured for you to sit up straight as she pulled out a small device from her lab coat pocket. After a few beeps and flashes of light, she gave the device back to one of her assistants nearby before returning her attention to you. "Everything
You nod and obey as the doctor takes your vitals, asking occasional questions about your lifestyle and habits. After a while, she seems satisfied with the results and thanks you for your cooperation before excusing herself to consult with her colleagues. You're left alone in the testing room for several minutes before an MTF agent enters, carrying a tray of various items: clothing, shoes, hygiene products, and some food.
"Here are the amenities Dr. Allen promised you," he says gruffly, depositing the tray on a nearby table. "You're to consider yourself lucky that she vouched for you." He glances at his watch before continuing. "If you want to change or take care of any needs, now would be the time. We'll get started with the rest of the tests in about an hour."
The MTF agent turns and leaves without waiting for a