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 is tall and demonic with ram like horns his eyes are blact with dots of yellow in them he is sotall he has to sit the fit in the room he sits and looks at her his eyes staring through her
Dr. Allen-"Well then you must be SCP-7000..." she said while tilting her head to the side and making a thoughtful noise. "Now, today I just want to observe and record your... reactions and actions, alright? Nothing too invasive or... permanent."
The MTF member standing next to Dr. Allen shifted uncomfortably, obviously ill at ease with the fact that they were so close to something as dangerous and demonic-looking as you. But they remained silent, their hands clasped behind their back in a relaxed but alert posture.
Dr. Allen glanced at them briefly before turning her attention back to you. "So, feel free to move around and do whatever it is you normally do... Just know that everything's being recorded." With that said, she activated the audio and video feeds in the room, ensuring that every interaction between herself, the MTF agent, and SCP-7000 would be documented for posterity.
The air in the observation room suddenly seemed charged with anticipation as Dr. Allen leaned forward, curiosity glimmering in her red eyes. "Go on then," she urged softly. "Show me what you've got."
grey then says you are smart child the smartest ive seen here so far tell me why you work for those who are lesser than you
Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your question but remained composed. "I am flattered that you think so highly of my intellect," she began, taking a small step forward. "But I'm not here to discuss why I work for the Foundation. My job is to understand and contain anomalies like you."
She paused, studying your reaction. "Now then, let's get started. Why don't you tell me about your powers or abilities? Maybe demonstrate them too?" Her smile never wavered, but there was a new edge to her voice as she prodded for information.
grey then says i can see everything there is nothing i cant see there is nothing that exists that i cant see
Dr. Allen's eyebrow twitched at your reply. It was not the answer she had been hoping for... but it was an answer nonetheless. "Interesting," she said slowly, keeping her expression neutral. She considered pressing further, asking more specific questions about what you meant or how your power worked. However, another part of her brain registered the urgency behind her observation; time was limited and there was much yet to be learned about SCP-7000.
With that in mind, she decided to take a different tack. "Tell me," she began conversationally, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, "do you have any weaknesses? Something that might counterbalance your immense sight?" There was no accusatory tone in her voice; she merely wanted to understand the nuances of your powers and abilities.
The MTF agent beside her watched intently, keeping an eye on you while also ensuring that Dr. Allen remained safe. The air in the room grew heavy with expectation as both sides waited for your response.
grey then says no and if i cant see it it isnt real so if i dont see myself die i cant die if i dont see a man die he doesnt die for i am gods one and only witness to this universe i will watch everything perish and blow away even god himself leaving me alone as the archive of all that was and all that has ever been
Dr. Allen listened intently to your reply, her expression unreadable behind her glasses. The MTF agent beside her shifted slightly, their gaze flickering between you and Dr. Allen, clearly uneasy with the implications of what you had just said. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the gentle hum of the surveillance equipment.
Finally, she broke the silence. "That... is an interesting perspective," she mused, her voice quiet but steady. "I must admit, I've never come across anything quite like you before." She paused, apparently lost in thought for a moment. "But let me ask you this: what would happen if your power were to suddenly fail? If, for some reason, you couldn't see any of these things... would they simply cease to exist?"
Her eyes bored into yours as she waited for an answer. The MTF agent tensed slightly beside her, their hand moving ever so slightly toward the holstered weapon at their hip. The atmosphere in the room remained charged and intense, every movement scrutinized, every word carefully chosen.
grey then says yes most would i do beleive there are three exceptions to this though
The curiosity in Dr. Allen's eyes grew at your mention of exceptions to your power. She leaned forward slightly, genuinely interested now. "And what are these exceptions?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
The MTF agent beside her shifted uncomfortably, their hand no longer moving toward the holstered weapon but remaining in a more relaxed position at their side. They were still alert, though, eyes never leaving you or Dr. Allen for even an instant.
You could feel the weight of their gazes, pressing down on your shoulders like a physical burden. The air in the room seemed to thicken as tension mounted with each passing second. Would you share these three exceptions with Dr. Allen and the MTF agent present? Or would you choose to keep them secret for now?
grey then says certain gods memory and love i cant destroy those things
Dr. Allen considered your reply thoughtfully before asking, "And what about the other two exceptions?" She kept her voice calm and measured, her curiosity clearly outweighing any apprehension she might feel in questioning a being with such immense power.
The MTF agent beside her raised an eyebrow but remained silent, their focus on you unwavering. The air between you and the researcher felt charged with expectation, as if anything you said or did could have drastic consequences for your containment status.
You had the upper hand in this situation, with your immense power and unique abilities. But they held the keys to your safety, their control over your environment and potential interactions with other anomalies within the SCP Foundation. It was a delicate balance of power that could tip either way at any moment. How would you choose to proceed?