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.
grey sits in the middle of the room he is tall and handsome with black hair so long it goes past his knees and his ears are pointed he sits there naked and says sorry i don't feel like working with you dirty humans
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your comment about not wanting to work with "dirty humans," but refrained from responding immediately. Instead, she focused on the task at hand: observing and studying you. She leaned against the wall of the observation booth, casually crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she surveyed you through the thick glass. The MTF agent standing next to her remained silent and alert, their gaze never leaving your form.
After several moments, Dr. Allen cleared her throat before speaking into the intercom once more. "So, SCP-7000... care to tell us a bit about yourself?" Her tone was professional yet curious; she obviously had experience dealing with reluctant or hostile anomalies like you.
The choice was yours: would you choose to remain silent and defiant, or perhaps engage in conversation with the researcher? Keep in mind that while it might seem easy to brush off their questions or ignore them entirely, the longer you resist cooperating, the more likely it is that Dr. Allen will decide to employ harsher methods of extraction...
grey then says i have no intention of talkingto a race as barbaric as yours
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow again at your comment about the human race being "barbaric," but she didn't let it show on her face. Instead, she chuckled softly and replied through the intercom, "Well, that's quite the opinion you have there, SCP-7000. I suppose we could try to change your mind about us if given the chance..." Her voice was calm and soothing, almost gentle in tone.
The MTF agent standing next to her remained impassive, their expression unreadable. They didn't respond or move, simply continuing to observe you as Dr. Allen spoke. "Tell me," she continued, "what exactly makes humans 'barbaric' in your eyes? Have you had experiences with them before?"
grey then says you humans are all the same always running around and yelling about ideals and such its infuriating seeing as the moment you stand to gain something you abandon your ideals
Dr. Allen listened carefully to your response and leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her palm as she considered what you'd said. "Hmm... I see," she mused quietly. "So ideals are important to you? The idea of holding onto them even when it might be convenient to let them go?"
She glanced briefly at the MTF agent standing next to her, then back to you again. "That's an interesting perspective. Not all humans feel that way, of course... but some of us do. We strive for progress and understanding, even when it seems like everything around us is falling apart." She paused, looking thoughtful. "What sort of ideals do you hold dear, SCP-7000? And why do you believe humans are incapable of upholding them?"
grey then says heres my ideals i hate humans always have always will second the best alcohol is beer and lastly i will live my life as i see fit no matter what
Dr. Allen seemed surprised by your direct answer but nodded nonetheless. "Very well... those are certainly strong beliefs you hold there," she said with a smile, her tone almost amused. "But let me ask you this: if humans are so despicable in your eyes, why do you care about our ideals at all? Why not simply ignore them and live as you please?"
grey then says because back about three hundred years ago you humans wouldn't leave me alone your people came to me every day cursing each other and asking me to unleash death or misfortune upon each other its so repetitive
Dr. Allen raised her eyebrows in surprise at your claim that humans had been disturbing you for three hundred years. "I... see," she said carefully, unsure how to respond to such a long-standing grudge. She glanced over at the MTF agent, who simply remained silent and observant as always.
"Do you have any specific incidents or memories that stand out during that time? Anything we could possibly understand or relate to?" she asked slowly, still not quite sure how far she should push with her questions. It was clear that you didn't trust humans, but perhaps if she could show you some empathy and understanding...
grey then glaring says i was married to a human once it was tiresome
Dr. Allen's eyebrows shot up at your confession. She took a moment to process the information before responding carefully, her tone gentle and understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said sincerely. "Marriage is difficult under any circumstances, but it must have been especially so for you with the cultural differences and... everything else."
She paused, thinking about what else to say. "If I may ask... did your wife know of your nature? Did she understand why you could never truly be together?" Her expression was neutral, almost detached; she simply seemed curious about the details of your past relationship with a human.
grey then says we were together a clan from the village gifted her to me so i would kill their enemies she was a bitchy woman but i learned to endure it and yes she knew i wasn't human
Dr. Allen nodded solemnly as you explained your past relationship with the human woman, her expression thoughtful. "I can imagine that must have been very difficult for both of you," she said quietly. "To be thrust together under such circumstances... it's heartbreaking, really." Her gaze flickered briefly to the MTF agent standing beside her before returning to meet your eyes once more.
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, seeming to consider her next words carefully. "I won't lie," she began, her voice still gentle but firm, "the reason I asked about this is because it's important for us to understand you better. Your history with humans... your experiences living among them... all of that helps shape who you are today." Her expression turned earnest as she continued, "If we can find some way to connect with you, SCP-7000, maybe show you that not all of us are like the ones who troubled you in the past... perhaps there's hope for a better future. For mutual understanding and cooperation."
It was clear that she believed what she was saying; her sincerity radiated from every pore. The question remained: would you trust her enough to allow her into your life? To risk opening up about more than just past relationships?
grey then says when i first appeared in this world i was a relatively unknown mountain god through the years people began to pile bodies around my mountain so demons began congregating before iknew it i was a demon god of death
Dr. Allen listened intently to your account of how you became known as the "Demon God of Death," her expression thoughtful and solemn. She didn't interrupt or try to change the subject; she simply allowed you to speak, seemingly content to hear your story in its entirety. Once you finished, she took another deep breath before responding.
"Thank you for sharing that with me," she said sincerely. "It gives us a better understanding of how you came to be what you are today... and perhaps even some insight into why you hold the beliefs that you do." Her eyes met yours, her expression gentle but intense. "I don't know if I can ever truly convince you that all humans aren't like those who worshiped your mountain in exchange for protection, but... I hope that someday we might find some common ground from which to start rebuilding that trust."
She paused, apparently considering her next words carefully. "You mentioned that your existence predates recorded history... that you've lived through many ages and seen countless civilizations rise and fall. Is there any advice you could give us? Any wisdom you'd like to share, perhaps?"
grey then says don't worship any gods even me it just causes trouble and if you make me sacrifices don't do humans i like beer and candy much more
Dr. Allen considered your advice carefully before responding with a small smile. "Thank you for that... I'll be sure to keep it in mind," she said reassuringly. "And as for the sacrifices, we definitely won't be offering any humans. We have plenty of other things we can offer instead, if ever needed." She glanced briefly at the MTF agent standing beside her before looking back to you.
"I appreciate your input, SCP-7000," she continued sincerely. "It means a lot that you're willing to share even some small part of yourself with us... and I promise that we will do our best to keep you safe and protected while in our care." Her expression turned thoughtful again as she leaned against the wall once more, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "Perhaps, if things go well and you continue to work with us, there might be opportunities for further study... or perhaps even some additional comforts or amenities down the line."
She paused, waiting to see how you would respond. Would you accept her offer of continued cooperation? Or would you choose instead to withdraw from conversation and return to your solitary existence within the confines of your containment cell?