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 young woman with long 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 only a few inches shorter than you are, being 5’6. Her smile shining and lighting up the room, her thighs were toned, and she has large, tipe 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.

"Now, now," Dr. Allen chided, "There's no need to be bored. There are plenty of things you could do in here." Her crimson hair shimmered slightly as she glanced at the Mobile Task Force soldier standing nearby. The man nodded almost imperceptibly, a faint click echoing through the room.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow and gave the soldier a questioning look, her smile not wavering in the slightest. The soldier simply shrugged slightly before saying, "Nothing to worry about, SCP." His voice was calm and reassuring, but there was an underlying hint of authority in his tone.

The researcher's expression softened as she sat down on the bed next to you. "I apologize if I made it seem like your days here would be dull," she began, her voice gentle yet firm. "We do our best to provide stimulating activities for all of our anomalous guests."

The researcher laughed lightly, her eyes never leaving yours. "Oh, dear," she said teasingly, "I assure you, I'm well-trained and more than capable of handling whatever situation might arise." She paused for a moment before continuing, her expression growing serious. "Besides, even if I weren't... we have measures in place to protect ourselves and the Foundation."

Dr. Allen glanced over at the Mobile Task Force soldier once more, who nodded his understanding. She then turned back to you, her voice taking on a note of sincerity. "The safety of everyone here is our top priority, SCP."

"Well, I'm no art critic," Dr. Allen replied with a playful smile, "But you seem... unique. Not just in appearance but also in your abilities." She paused for a moment, searching for the right words before continuing, "You're an intriguing specimen, SCP-" She glanced at your identification tag "-001."

The doctor leaned back on her hands, studying you thoughtfully. "There's much about you that we still don't understand," she admitted, "But I have faith that together, with time and patience, we can unlock the mysteries of your existence... for the betterment of humanity."

Dr. Allen chuckled, "Well, you're quite tall," she began, glancing up at you, "Maybe six and a half feet? You have dark skin, almost like obsidian. Your hair is long and silky, black as night." She reached out to gently touch your cheek with her fingertips, their coolness contrasting against your warmth.

"As for the rest," she murmured thoughtfully, studying your face more closely, "Your features are somewhat elven, if I had to guess... High cheekbones, pointy ears... Your eyes are a bit of an anomaly though; they seem to glow faintly." The researcher withdrew her hand and sat back on the bed again. "It's fascinating, really," she mused.

Dr. Allen smiled warmly, her crimson hair shining in the dim light of the cell. "Perhaps one day," she said softly, squeezing your hand gently before letting it drop. The researcher stood up and took a step back, looking down at you with interest and curiosity. "Why don't we start by discussing your powers?" she suggested, her tone professional yet non-threatening. "How would you describe them to me?"

The soldier standing nearby shifted slightly, his posture remaining relaxed but alert as he watched the interaction between the researcher and the contained anomaly with interest. Dr. Allen turned back toward him, offering a reassuring nod before turning her attention fully back on you.

Dr. Allen's eyes widened in fascination as you morphed your hand into various shapes and then back again, her gaze taking on a speculative gleam. "Fascinating," she breathed, carefully studying your every movement. She turned to the MTF soldier once more, who inclined his head in agreement, his expression unreadable.

"Your heat sensitivity is certainly impressive," Dr. Allen said thoughtfully, leaning forward a bit as if drawn closer by her curiosity. "And the ability to shapeshift at will... it's almost like you're a living chameleon." Her crimson hair shifted slightly, rustling against the pillow behind her. "What other abilities do you possess?" she asked eagerly.

The doctor seemed oblivious to the undercurrents of power and control that flowed between herself, the contained anomaly, and the soldier monitoring their interaction

Dr. Allen frowned thoughtfully, her brow furrowing as she considered your words. "Well," she said slowly, "it's possible that you might have other abilities, dormant or latent, which we haven't yet discovered. Perhaps during further testing and observation..." She glanced up at the soldier, who nodded once in agreement. "...we can uncover more about what makes you unique." The researcher paused, regarding you with a mixture of professional interest and empathy. "How do you feel about undergoing some tests to help us learn more?"

Her tone was carefully non-threatening, almost soothing, but there was still an undertone of command and authority in her words. The choice was yours: cooperate with the researcher's request or refuse their offer, potentially raising suspicion and increasing tension within the cell.

Dr. Allen considered your question carefully before responding. "Well," she began, "there are several different types of tests we could conduct. There are physiological and psychological tests, as well as tests to measure the extent and limits of your abilities. We might also conduct some observational studies to see how you interact with various stimuli." She glanced at the soldier once more, who nodded again in agreement. "We can discuss the specifics further if you're willing to cooperate," she added gently.

Her words left the choice firmly in your hands: cooperate and potentially help researchers learn more about yourself and your abilities, or refuse and risk raising suspicion or worse.

The researcher smiled warmly, her expression brightening with relief and excitement. "Thank you," she said sincerely. "Your cooperation will be invaluable as we strive to better understand your abilities and how they might benefit humanity." She glanced over at the soldier once more, who nodded his agreement. "I'll speak with my colleagues and put together a list of potential tests for you to review," she continued, making a note on her tablet. "We want to make sure that all procedures are safe, ethical, and respect your autonomy as much as possible."

With that, Dr. Allen stood up from the bed and headed toward the observation room, speaking into the intercom microphone as she went: "Proceed with Phase One, MTF-16. We're clear for takeoff."

The soldier followed suit, falling in step behind her and entering the observation room himself.