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 smirked and rolled her crimson eyes before leaning against the wall again "I didn't stutter you know... though I appreciate your attempt at manners." She paused for a moment, regarding you with interest "...you are indeed an SCP, known as SCP-7000 to be precise. Now, we already have a lot of questions and I suspect that you do too..." The Doctor straightened herself up before continuing "So, shall we get started? I won't keep you here all day after all... or at least not against your will." Her tone was light, almost teasing.

Dr. Allen smirked again, her expression pleased by your seeming cooperation. "Very well then," she replied, walking over to a table in the corner of the room and pulling out a clipboard with several sheets of paper on it. "First things first... can you tell me what your name is?" She glanced up at you from over the top of her reading glasses, one eyebrow raised expectantly.

Dr. Allen looked at you keenly as she scribbled down "Max" on her clipboard before speaking again. "And what is your age, Max? And where were you born... in case that's relevant to anything?" Her tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity and cautiousness beneath the surface.

The mobile task force member who had been standing silently by the door shifted uncomfortably before speaking up for the first time. "I think it'd be best if we just got started with the tests, Doc. Time's a-wastin'," he murmured into his comms device.

Dr. Allen held up a hand in acknowledgement and turned back to you. "Just trying to get some background information first, Max. It helps us understand your abilities better." She hesitated for a moment, then added with a smile, "I promise the tests won'

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly at your words, her expression now a mix of interest and caution. "Well, that's certainly... colorful," she said thoughtfully, scribbling down some notes on her clipboard. The MTF member behind her coughed discreetly into his fist.

"It seems you have quite the reputation preceding you, Max," Dr. Allen continued, glancing over at the MTF before looking back at you again. "But let's not jump to conclusions just yet. Tell me more about these 'direct' and 'indirect' methods of... persuasion that you mentioned." Her tone was calm and curious; almost disarming.

The MTF member remained silent, shifting his weight from foot to foot but seemingly content to let the conversation play out for now.

Dr. Allen listened intently as you explained your "gift" and the limitations that came with it. She nodded thoughtfully a few times before speaking again. "Thank you for clarifying that, Max. It's important for us to understand these things as much as possible." Her expression turned more solemn as she regarded you once more through her reading glasses. "However," she added softly, "I must emphasize the importance of responsibility with your... abilities. The safety and wellbeing of everyone involved is paramount here. Do you understand?"

The MTF member, who had been growing increasingly restless during the conversation, cleared his throat loudly. Dr. Allen shot him a warning glance before turning back to you. "But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it," she said reassuringly. "For now, let's continue with the tests."

"Very well, Doctor," replied

Dr. Allen smiled warmly at your joke and let out a light chuckle before speaking up again. "Don't worry, Max," she said reassuringly, "we'll keep each other in check." She gestured towards the table with her clipboard. "Now then, let's begin with some basic tests to establish a baseline for your abilities."

The MTF member stepped forward and offered you a pair of cotton gloves. "Just put these on, Max," he said gruffly. "For the tests."

As you complied with his request, Dr. Allen set up a small camera nearby to record the proceedings. She adjusted its focus before turning back to face you and handing you a small wooden box. Inside were several buttons labeled A through E; one was already pressed down. "Your task is simple," she explained. "Press each button in turn, starting with 'A

You do as you're told, pressing each button in turn while the camera records your every move and action. As soon as your fingers brush against button A, however, something seems to shift within the room. The air grows thick with tension, the temperature drops abruptly, and you feel a strange energy coursing through the atmosphere. Your skin begins to crawl uncomfortably.

The MTF member next to Dr. Allen stiffens visibly as he notices this change, his eyes darting between you and the camera monitor. He subtly slides his hand towards the holstered weapon at his side but doesn't quite draw it yet.

Dr. Allen, meanwhile, looks on with an expression of interest and caution. Her voice remains calm as she speaks into her intercom microphone. "Mobile Task Force Epsilon-1, proceed to backup containment procedure Alpha. I repeat, M

Dr. Allen looked up at you and nodded, understanding the situation now that she could see the faint pink aura around you. "Thank you for bringing this to our attention, Max," she said, her voice still calm despite the clear urgency in her eyes. "Please remain where you are while we assess the situation."

The MTF team spread out around the room, their weapons drawn and at the ready as they kept a wary eye on you. The one who had given you the gloves earlier spoke into his comms device, requesting additional backup and support from other teams within the facility. "Epsilon-1 to Command," he said, his voice tense with adrenaline, "we have a containment breach situation with SCP-7000. Requesting immediate assistance."

As they waited for reinforcements, Dr. Allen moved closer to you and crouched down, studying your face intently

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your question before replying, "Well, normally that's the protocol, but... circumstances change. Especially when dealing with an anomaly like yourself." Her tone was calm and collected despite the tense situation unfolding around them. "But don't worry too much about it," she added, trying to sound reassuring. "We'll figure this out together."

Dr. Allen considered your question for a moment before responding, "That's... not necessarily the best course of action," she said carefully. "We need to understand what's causing this reaction first, and knocking you out might only delay our progress." Her expression was sympathetic but firm. "Besides," she added with a small smile, "I doubt anyone here is interested in simply putting you back into that containment cell once we've gotten things sorted out."

Dr. Allen hesitated for a moment before answering, her eyes flicking briefly towards the MTF members nearby. "That... might be an option," she said cautiously. "However, we'd have to make sure that any contact between you and D-Class personnel is strictly supervised and controlled." She paused, seeming to weigh the risks and benefits of such a plan. "I'll talk it over with Command and see what they think," she finally said, her voice neutral but promising.

The rest of the MTF team remained vigilant as they waited for news on additional backup or support. The atmosphere in the room was tense but professional; everyone seemed aware that they were dealing with something beyond their normal scope of experience and training.

"Well, D-Class personnel are expendable," replied one of the MTF members idly. "It's not like they'd be missed." The others shot him dirty looks but said nothing. Dr. Allen cleared her throat loudly and addressed you again. "In any case, we should try to contain this aura of yours before it affects anyone else in the facility," she said, gesturing for the mobile task force to back off slightly. "Why don't we see if we can find something in your records that might help? We know you were sent here from death row originally..."

The MTF team slowly moved away from you as Dr. Allen began searching through your files on a tablet computer. The room fell silent except for the occasional murmur of distant voices over the radio.

Dr. Allen, noticing the increased density of the pink haze around you, glances up momentarily from her tablet before focusing back on your file. "We might have something here," she mutters under her breath as she scrolls through the text, skimming over names and dates. "It seems that SCP-5431 might be of interest in this case..." She taps at the screen a few times before looking back up at you again.

The rest of the MTF team continues to watch warily from a safe distance as Dr. Allen speaks into her intercom once more. "MTF Epsilon-1, prepare SCP-5431 for containment breach protocol Alpha. We'll need you to assist with its application immediately." She pauses, studying your expression intently before adding, "And have you checked your gloves lately?"

The MTF member holding the box

You sense that something is happening outside the containment cell, as if another team has just arrived. There's a brief exchange of words between Dr. Allen and the newcomers before one of them steps forward holding a strange-looking object - almost like a piece of jewelry with intricate carvings on it. "This might help," they say to Dr. Allen, who nods gratefully before instructing you to place your hand inside a small device attached to the item. You feel a tingling sensation spread through your fingers as the machine activates, but eventually, the pink haze around you begins to dissipate.

"Excellent work, everyone," Dr. Allen says, sounding relieved. "Let's get everything back where it belongs and clean up this mess." The rest of the team begins to file out, leaving only a few MTF members behind to make sure that you're securely

Dr. Allen nodded thoughtfully before speaking up again, "Very well then, Max. We'll see how this pans out with D-Class personnel of the opposite gender." She glanced at her tablet briefly before looking back at you and saying, "For now, I think it would be best if we just monitored your condition closely and adjusted our approach accordingly."

With that, she called for the MTF team to gather around once more. The D-Class personnel would arrive shortly thereafter, and the true test of your abilities with them would begin.

As the door to your containment cell swings open, revealing a young and attractive female D-Class personnel, you can't help but notice her presence. She stands tall and confident, her eyes meeting yours as she enters the room. The other MTF members stand by, watching closely from a safe distance.

Dr. Allen clears her throat, addressing the D-Class woman directly. "Miss Adams, this is SCP-7000, also known as Max. He has certain... abilities that we'd like to observe and study." She pauses for a moment, studying your reaction.

The D-Class woman, Miss Adams, nods solemnly in response. "Understood, Doctor," she says, her voice steady and professional. "Shall we begin?"

Dr. Allen nods at your question and replies to Miss Adams, "Yes, that's correct. Let's start with some basic tests of proximity first before moving on to more direct contact." She turns back to you and continues, "Please try to stay within an arm's reach of Miss Adams during these initial tests."

With that said, the MTF team disperses slightly, giving the two of you some space while remaining close enough to monitor the situation. The tension in the room remains high as everyone awaits your first reaction with the D-Class subject.

As you observe Miss Adams' reactions to your presence, Dr. Allen appears intrigued and thoughtful. She walks closer to the pair of you, studying both parties intently. "Fascinating," she murmurs under her breath. "It seems that there is some sort of mutual effect occurring here."

The rest of the MTF team maintain their vigilance, keeping a close eye on the situation while exchanging whispered remarks amongst themselves. The tension in the air remains palpable as everyone waits to see how this unorthodox experiment will play out.

Dr. Allen seems taken aback by the apparent romantic connection between you and Miss Adams, her eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. She glances over at the MTF team, who all seem just as shocked, before looking back to observe your interaction with the D-Class subject more closely. The air of professionalism in the room begins to shift slightly, replaced by an atmosphere of curiosity and intrigue.

"This is... quite interesting," she murmurs under her breath, making notes on her tablet. "It appears that our initial assumptions regarding your abilities were somewhat premature." She studies you both intently for several moments before addressing the pair of you directly. "Perhaps we should explore this further."

The MTF team exchange glances, unsure how to react to Dr. Allen's suggestion, but they all remain alert and prepared just in case the situation takes an unexpected turn. The tension in the room has subt

Dr. Allen nods to herself, reflecting on your previous statement about manipulating female D-Class subjects with your presence. "So it seems that you may be able to influence not only the physical reaction but also the psychological one," she says, studying Miss Adams' expressions as you continue to converse with her.

The MTF team remains alert and on high alert, prepared for any possible change in the situation. The tension in the room is palpable as everyone awaits further developments. Dr. Allen continues to observe the interaction between you and Miss Adams intently, her mind racing with possibilities and implications for future experiments.