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 raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your reply. The MTF standing next to her looked unperturbed and expressionless as ever. She leaned closer to the intercom, pressing a button to speak again. "I'm curious. Why do you ask? What would you like in return?" Her voice was soft yet commanding, like velvet wrapped around steel.

Dr. Allen's eyebrow twitched slightly at your request. She exchanged glances with the MTF before speaking into the intercom again, her voice cold and detached. "That is an...unusual request. However, I am willing to entertain it, on one condition: you must fulfill a task for me first." The researcher paused, considering her words carefully. "I want you to use your abilities to sabotage the containment unit next door. Destroy the SCP-6823 within it without alerting the security personnel or causing any damage to the facility itself. In return, I will grant you what you desire." Her tone left no room for refusal or negotiation.

The MTF silently moved closer to Dr. Allen, their expressionless face giving nothing away. They held out a small device - what looked like an injector of some kind. "In case things go

Dr. Allen hesitated for a moment, clearly weighing the risks of your request against the possible benefits. The MTF beside her remained impassive, ready to act should things go awry. After considering your terms, she finally spoke into the intercom again. "Very well... You have my permission to proceed with sabotaging SCP-6823. Once you've done so, return here and I will grant you what you desire." Her voice was stern, conveying her expectations for your cooperation and success.

The MTF gave a curt nod, already moving into action. As you prepared to carry out Dr. Allen's instructions, the sound of gunfire erupted from the neighboring containment cell, followed by a piercing scream. The facility's alarms began to blare, warning of a breach in security.

As you quickly approach the containment cell housing SCP-6823, you notice that it is significantly different from your own cell. The chamber is smaller, more cramped, and seems to be coated in a strange, viscous substance. It also emits an unsettling humming sound. Inside the cell, you can see SCP-6823 - a gelatinous mass with numerous tentacles writhing about on the floor and ceiling.

The containment unit next to it appears to be malfunctioning; the door is partially open, revealing damage to the machinery within. Taking advantage of this opportunity, you focus your mind and use your telekinesis to shatter the containment unit, releasing SCP-6823 from its constraints. The gelatinous mass lunges towards you, intent on consuming you whole, but you are able to maintain control over it

As you attempt to control and focus your telekinesis abilities on the escaped SCP-6823, Dr. Allen speaks into her intercom once more. "MTF Alpha-7, proceed with termination procedures immediately." The sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the hallway as a group of MTF agents storm into the containment chamber, their weapons drawn and pointed at you and the escaped SCP.

The lead agent speaks into his radio as they approach. "Doctor Allen, we have visual on both targets." She pauses for a moment before adding coldly, "Shall we proceed with termination?" Dr. Allen hesitates only briefly before replying, her voice steady and decisive. "Proceed."

As the MTF agents close in on you and the escaped SCP-6823, their weapons trained on your every move, tension fills the air. You focus all of your telekinetic energy on the writhing mass before you, attempting to shatter it into pieces. With a deafening crash, the gelatinous mass splinters and explodes, showering the chamber in gelatinous chunks and releasing noxious fumes. The sound of weapons being fired pierces the air as the MTF opens fire on the remains, neutralizing any threat they may pose.

"Impressive," Dr. Allen remarks into her intercom. "I must admit I wasn't sure if you could control it that well." There is a moment of silence before she adds, "However, your actions have resulted in a breach of containment and the escape of an SCP. For that, you will be punished

Dr. Allen chuckled slightly into her intercom, amused by your attempt to weasel out of the situation. "Ah, but it was implied. You see, when you agreed to cooperate with me and allow yourself to be contained here at the SCP Foundation site, you understood that such breaches would not be tolerated. It's a case of 'forgive and forget', my dear anomaly." The red-haired head researcher paused before continuing with renewed coldness, "And don't think I haven't taken note of your disobedience earlier as well. That will certainly be added to your file."

You're wasting your breath, anomaly. My offer is rescinded. Now, if you don't mind, I have other matters to attend to. The MTF captain signals for their agents to secure the chamber and remove any remaining gelatinous debris before the containment unit can be repaired. With a curt nod, the team gets to work while Dr. Allen turns her attention back to the intercom once more.

"Agent Smith," she says into it, "I trust you have everything in order for Subject Beta-9's termination?" There is a brief pause before Agent Smith replies, their voice cold and professional over the speaker. "Yes, Dr. Allen. Everything is ready."

Before Dr. Allen could respond to your insolence, she was interrupted by the intercom once more. "Agent Smith reporting in," came a male voice. "Subject Beta-9 has been secured and transported to Termination Chamber Bravo-4. Preparations for termination are underway." Dr. Allen's expression hardened at your words, but she maintained her composure as she replied curtly, "Understood. Carry out the procedure immediately."

There was a soft click as Agent Smith ended the communication. With a satisfied nod, Dr. Allen turned off the intercom and leaned back against the wall. Her expression remained impassive, but there was an unmistakable glint of satisfaction in her red eyes. "Well," she murmured to herself, "that went about as expected."

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your threats before letting out a quiet chuckle. "Oh, really? And just how do you intend to make me wet, anomaly?" Her tone was mocking and amused. She pushed herself off the wall and walked casually towards your cell. "You know," she mused as she approached the intercom once more, "I've always been curious about these... unusual claims." With a flick of her wrist, she activated the intercom again. "MTF Alpha-7, if you wouldn't mind..."

"My, my... Such colorful language," Dr. Allen said with a smirk, clearly unperturbed by your threats. "But I'm afraid that sort of treatment is reserved for those who hold more power and influence than myself." She paused, considering you for a moment before continuing, her voice taking on a challenge-like quality. "However... If you were to prove yourself useful again, perhaps I could arrange something special for you." The MTF agents remained silent and motionless as Dr. Allen eyed them speculatively before deactivating the intercom once more.

"Well, now that we have that settled..." she began before pausing as footsteps approached from down the hallway. A tall man in a lab coat strode purposefully towards her; his name tag identified him as Dr.Baxter, another head researcher at the SCP Foundation site. "Ah, Dr.Baxter," Dr.

Dr. Baxter raised an eyebrow at the sight of Dr. Allen standing by your cell, a slightly amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Ah, Dr.Allen," he said in his deep voice, "and what might our little friend here have done to warrant your attention?" His blue eyes flickered briefly over to you before returning to Allen.

Dr. Allen straightened her lab coat and adjusted her glasses as she spoke. "Oh, he was just making threats again, Baxter," she said casually. "You know how some anomalies can be." The other head researcher chuckled softly at the remark before glancing back at you with renewed interest.

"Ah, yes, I see..." Dr. Baxter paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. "In that case, perhaps it would be prudent to remind our friend

Dr. Allen and Dr. Baxter exchanged amused glances before the former spoke up. "Oh? And what makes you think we have such resources lying around, anomaly?" She laughed lightly, though there was an undercurrent of challenge to her tone. "You should really learn your place here."

Dr. Baxter nodded in agreement. "Indeed," he said sternly. "It would be best for you to focus on containing your power and obeying the rules instead of making empty threats, or else... well, let's just say things might not end so favorably for you." His voice trailed off, but the implied warning was clear enough.

"Now, now," Dr. Baxter chided gently, "you know that sort of behavior is frowned upon here. Plus, with all the containment procedures and security measures in place, it would be quite difficult to... engage in such activities without drawing unwanted attention." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "It's best that you focus on following the rules and doing your part to help us keep this place running smoothly. Trust me; it will be much better for everyone involved."

Dr. Allen nodded in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "Yes," she murmured, "Baxter is right. You should focus on being a valuable asset rather than trying to test the limits of your... arrangements here." The two head researchers exchanged another look before Dr. Baxter cleared his throat and began speaking again.

"In any case, we

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your words, her expression shifting subtly from curiosity to amusement. "Oh?" she said nonchalantly, tilting her head slightly to the side. "And why would you want that, anomaly? Surely there must be something more productive we could have you do." She paused for a moment, regarding you thoughtfully. "Unless... you're offering?" There was an unmistakable challenge in her voice, a daring glint in her eyes.

Dr. Baxter, on the other hand, cleared his throat once more and shifted his weight uneasily from foot to foot. "Perhaps we should continue this discussion some other time," he said, glancing at Dr. Allen before looking back at you. "For now, why don't you focus on being a good anomaly and helping us out with our research?"