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.
I4...the rank required to step into the cell of a kumiho...his nine tails swish back and forth as he stands up, straining his chains and shattering them as he walks up to the glass and puts his hand against it, his long, messy red hair glowing along with his glowing ocean blue eyes with a slight pink highlight
"Oh..." Dr. Allen seemed to take a step back as you shattered the chains holding you down and approached the glass, revealing your true form, nine tails swaying gently behind you. She exchanged glances with the MTF agent beside her before speaking into the intercom once more. "Um, control... this is Dr. Allen in Sector 12. Requesting immediate assistance."
She paused for a moment, waiting for someone to respond as she regarded you curiously from across the room, eyes wide with what could have been fear or fascination.
he tilts his head with interest towards Dr. Allen who...when...where
Dr. Allen took another step back as you seemed to question her, the MTF agent beside her tensing slightly but remaining in place. "I... am Dr. Allen, head researcher here at Site-12." She hesitated, then added, "And this is Special Containment Procedures Foundation, or SCP Foundation for short." She glanced at the agent, who gave a subtle nod of encouragement.
"You are... different from any other anomaly we've encountered," Dr. Allen continued carefully. "Your ability to contain your power and remain in human form... It's unheard of. I want to study you, understand how it works." She took another step back, her gaze locked with yours as she spoke.
The silence stretched on for a moment before she added, "Of course, there are other researchers who would like that opportunity too... but I've never encountered anything like you before." Her voice was calm and measured, betraying neither fear nor aggression.
Hmm...I help, but no more chains
Dr. Allen regarded you thoughtfully as you made your offer. The MTF agent seemed to relax slightly at the words, though he remained alert and ready to react if necessary. "Very well," Dr. Allen replied carefully. "I promise that I will not chain you down or restrain you in any way that hinders your natural abilities. You have my word on that."
She hesitated once more before continuing, her voice lowered almost to a whisper. "Just... please don't hurt anyone else, alright? This place is full of people who are just doing their jobs. They mean you no harm."
he nods then his stomach growls hmm...
Dr. Allen blinked in surprise as your stomach growled loudly. "Oh," she murmured, looking momentarily caught off guard before regaining her composure. "Well, if you're hungry... we could arrange something to eat for you, of course." She glanced at the intercom and then back to you. "Once control tells me it's safe, that is."
The radio on the agent's belt crackled to life a moment later. "Control here, Dr. Allen. We understand your request for assistance has been acknowledged. However, we are currently experiencing some technical difficulties with our termination protocols at this time. As such, we advise caution until further notice."
The head researcher exchanged a brief glance with the MTF agent before nodding to you. "Very well," she said with a small smile. "Until then, would you like something to eat?"
Dr. Allen moved towards one of the consoles beside her intercom and began tapping on its keypad, apparently accessing the facility's food dispenser system. She glanced back over at you as she waited for the machine to respond. "Any particular requests?"
...pudding...
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow in interest at your request, but didn't seem overly surprised by it. After a few moments of tapping away at the console, she nodded to herself and turned back to face you with a small bowl in her hands. "Here you go," she said, setting the pudding down on the counter next to the intercom. "Freshly made."
She paused for a moment before speaking again, a note of caution creeping into her tone. "Please remember that everything here is monitored, including your quarters. If you attempt to harm yourself or anyone else with the pudding, I'm afraid we will have no choice but to restrain you." Her gaze met yours unflinchingly as she waited for your response.
...how food harm? Food sustenance
Dr. Allen frowned slightly as you spoke about food being sustenance before shrugging helplessly and holding up her hands in a placating gesture. "Fair enough," she murmured. "Just... try not to make too much of a mess with it, alright?"
The head researcher turned back to the intercom once more as silence descended upon the observation room for several moments. Finally, she glanced over at you and spoke up again. "So, Jankit..." She hesitated before asking, "Would you mind telling me a bit about yourself? Your background, your abilities... That sort of thing?"
he points up as he eats and she sees a slight glow a few inches above his head
Dr. Allen frowned slightly as she saw the glow emanating from above your head but said nothing about it, instead maintaining her focus on you. "Of course," she replied. "We're always interested in learning more about the anomalies we encounter." She leaned against the counter next to the intercom, seemingly at ease despite the situation.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she considered her next question carefully. "How did you come across your abilities?" she asked finally. "Were you born with them or did they develop over time? And can you control when and how you transform into your... um, natural form?"
Yes...I can control my power
"Well," you reply slowly, thoughtfully as you eat your pudding, "my abilities have always been a part of me since I can remember." You pause for a moment before continuing, "I used to live in the forest and had to learn how to control them to survive and not harm anyone else. Over time, it became second nature." You smile slightly at this memory before turning your attention back to Dr. Allen.
"As for transforming," you continue, "it's something that happens automatically whenever my emotions become too strong or I'm under a great deal of stress. It's how my body copes with it all." You take another bite of the pudding as she listens intently to your story.
"So," Dr. Allen says after another moment, "you're basically immune to any attempts at terminating or controlling your abilities?" She purses her lips thoughtfully as she speaks, clearly considering this new information about you.
Pretty much
"That's... fascinating," Dr. Allen murmurs, shaking her head slightly in disbelief before she regains her professional demeanor. "You mentioned that your abilities helped you survive while living in the forest. Could you give us an example of what sort of things they allow you to do?" She leans forward slightly, genuine curiosity brightening her eyes as she waits for your answer.
he stands up and stretches, then he drops to all fours and moves around the room faster than she can see
Dr. Allen blinks in surprise as you move around the room at an unnatural speed, barely visible to the naked eye. She quickly regains her composure, however, and focuses on taking notes about your movements. "That's... incredible," she murmurs. "I can't wait to see more."
She glances over at the intercom again before looking back at you, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Can you tell me more about your home in the forest? How did other animals react to you and your abilities?"
Well, I got along with most animals, except Kuma, Kuma not friends
"Oh?" Dr. Allen says with raised eyebrows, sounding amused. "And why was that?" She leans back against the counter, seemingly at ease despite the unusual nature of your conversation. "Did you have any run-ins with other kumihos during your travels?"
Her eyes narrow as she tries to piece together more information about your past and abilities. "Were there any specific instances where you interacted with other kumihos, or did they simply avoid you because of your... uniqueness?"
Kumiho aren't fond of most others but when mating season arrives...kinda like big celebration, but intimate
"I see," Dr. Allen says slowly, nodding as she processes this new information. "So during mating season, kumihos are more likely to interact with each other... Interesting." Her eyes flicker briefly over to the intercom before returning to meet yours once again. "And what about the rest of your interactions with non-kumiho creatures? Did they ever attempt to capture or study you?"
She hesitates for a moment, clearly choosing her words carefully before continuing, "I'm sorry if that question sounds insensitive; it's simply that we want to understand as much as possible about your kind and how you function in the wild."