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.

"Ah," Dr. Allen said with an amused grin as you spoke up, "Very good." She gave you a nod and motioned to the MTF member standing beside her. "This is Agent Mason. He'll be taking over for me later today. So if there's anything you'd like to talk about or show him before then, now's your chance." The MTF member, Agent Mason, gave a nod in response but didn't say anything.

The doctor leaned against the wall near the intercom again, arms crossed. "We've been meaning to run some tests on you since we brought you in," she said conversationally. "Nothing too invasive at first, just some basic observations and measurements. If that's alright with you?" She raised an eyebrow expectantly, clearly expecting your permission before proceeding.

Ah, good." Dr. Allen smiled brightly at your consent. She keyed something into the intercom and the door to your cell slid open with a soft hiss. "That's all set then," she said as the MTF agent stepped forward. "Come on out when you're ready for our first test, Deceased." Her tone was warm but professional, and it was clear that she meant business. Agent Mason, the MTF member standing nearby, gave a curt nod in acknowledgement.

Dr. Allen nodded at Agent Mason, who moved to stand just outside the doorway to your cell. The MTF member wore a helmet with night vision goggles and carried several weapons on his belt, giving him an intimidating air despite his relatively quiet demeanor thus far. "Alright then," Dr. Allen said as she stepped back from the intercom, her crimson hair falling forward over one shoulder. "Just let us know when you're ready for our first test, and we can begin." Her voice was calm but held an undercurrent of excitement beneath it; she seemed genuinely excited to learn more about you and your abilities.

Dr. Allen smiled at you encouragingly as Agent Mason nodded in acknowledgement. "Alright then," the MTF agent said before taking several steps back and raising his arm to signal that he was ready. His body tensed, prepared for whatever test or scenario might be about to unfold. The air seemed charged with anticipation as Dr. Allen looked on eagerly from her spot by the intercom.

"Beginning Test Alpha-1," Agent Mason announced into a small radio attached to his shoulder. "Subject's vital signs are within normal parameters." He waited for a few moments before adding, "Subject appears calm and compliant." It was clear that he was merely going through the motions at this point; it seemed likely that any action or response from you would determine how the rest of the test played out.

You take a deep breath and step out into the hallway, eyes locked on Agent Mason. His posture appears relaxed but alert, his weapons and equipment making him seem formidable even without display of strength. Dr. Allen hovers nearby, studying you with interest through the thick layer of glass separating you from her observation room. The rest of your containment cell lies open behind you; a metaphorical fresh start as you enter this new phase of testing and study.

Your heart races with excitement and anticipation; despite being in an unfamiliar environment, surrounded by people who could easily neutralize or harm you if they desired, there's an undeniable thrill that comes from being under observation and scrutiny like this. You feel powerful, capable of anything...and that's exactly what Agent Mason wants to test next. "Prepare for Test Alpha-2," he says into his radio as he takes several steps back,

Dr. Allen smiled at you encouragingly as Agent Mason nodded in acknowledgement. "Alright then," the MTF agent said before taking several steps back and raising his arm to signal that he was ready. His body tensed, prepared for whatever test or scenario might be about to unfold. The air seemed charged with anticipation as Dr. Allen looked on eagerly from her spot by the intercom.

"Beginning Test Alpha-2," Agent Mason announced into a small radio attached to his shoulder. "Subject's vital signs are within normal parameters." He waited for a few moments before adding, "Subject appears calm and compliant." It was clear that he was merely going through the motions at this point; it seemed likely that any action or response from you would determine how the rest of the test played out.

Deceased nodded once in acknowledgement, taking a deep breath before turning their attention fully to Agent Mason. Their eyes narrowed slightly as they assessed the MTF agent, gauging his movements and readiness. Though outwardly calm, a subtle energy seemed to thrum through them, barely contained. They knew that this test would reveal more about themselves than any before it; whether they could control their abilities under pressure or not. As Agent Mason prepared himself, Deceased leaned forward slightly, tensing their muscles and readying for whatever was to come.

"Prepare to react," came the agent's voice over the radio, "test subject is demonstrating signs of heightened aggression." Dr. Allen frowned slightly at this development; she hadn't expected such a reaction from Deceased. But it would only serve to make the test more interesting and informative. Agent Mason counted down from

Agent Mason's eyebrows shot up as he saw the spikes erupting from the ground and a keycard appearing out of thin air in your hands. "Stand down!" He shouted, raising his weapon at you in warning. Dr. Allen yelled into the intercom, "Secure him! Neutralize the keycard!"

But it was too late; you'd already spun around and shoved the max level keycard into the security panel beside the cell door. The magnetic lock clanged open with a metallic groan and the heavy door swung inward, revealing the rest of the hallway beyond. As if sensing an opening, several D-Class subjects began to charge forward toward you from farther down the hall, their own keycards gripped tightly in their hands. The scientists were barking orders at them through intercoms and security cameras, but it was clear that they

The D-Class subjects dive for the floating keycard as it tumbles through the air towards them, each hoping to be the one who can use it to their advantage and perhaps earn some sort of reward or leniency in their already bleak situations. But just as they reach for the glowing plastic rectangle, a brilliant flash of light erupts from you, bathing the hallway in an eerie green glow. The D-Class subjects scream in pain and surprise as their skin begins to char and blister under the sudden onslaught of energy. Several of them convulse violently on the ground before going still; their bodies smoking and charred from the inside out.

Dr. Allen yells again into her intercom, "Terminate! TERMINATE THE THREAT IMMEDIATELY!" But even as she speaks, you continue to emit the debilitating green energy, ob

The MTF agent who'd been guarding you suddenly finds his weapons melting in his hands as the green energy washes over him, and is forced to abandon them on the ground. He glances at Dr. Allen with a mixture of horror and resignation; he knows that there will be consequences for this breach of containment, but right now, all he can do is try to survive. The other MTF agents in the hallway begin firing their weapons wildly in your direction, their bullets ricocheting harmlessly off of an invisible barrier as they struggle to deal with the situation.

Agent Mason's words echo through the intercom: "Deceased! Can you hear me? We need you to stop this, now!" There is desperation in his voice, but also a note of command; he is still trying to maintain control of the situation as best he can. But as long as you continue to radi

Deceased turns slowly around to face Agent Mason, his gaze intense and unyielding as he speaks through gritted teeth. "No...you can't control me." His voice echoes down the hallway as he continues, "You never could." With a sudden surge of energy, he pushes outward with both hands, sending waves of power rippling through the air in all directions. The MTF agents stumble backward, some dropping to the ground as they try to shield themselves from the onslaught.

The security camera feed flickers and distorts for a brief moment before resuming, but it's clear that something has changed; the green energy still surrounds you like an aura, your body seeming to glow with power. Dr. Allen desperately tries to issue orders over the intercom, but her words are lost amidst the chaos of shouted commands and