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.
I growl as I feel my wings try to spread out only to feel cramped in the small cell
You growl and spread your wings, feeling them scrape against the ceiling before folding them back up with a huff. The doctor doesn't seem fazed in the slightest; if anything, she looks amused by your attempt to express discontent. She leans closer to the intercom, her voice softening as she says, "Do you require any special accommodations? Perhaps some sort of wing-stretching exercises? I'm more than willing to work with you." Her smile never leaves her face, but there's an edge to it now; professional curiosity mixed with a hint of caution.
I look up at her "that would be nice and I guess a place to run and fly around for exercise if possible?"
"I'm sure we can arrange that," Dr. Allen replies with a pleasant tone, her smile growing wider. She glances over at the MTF soldier standing nearby before speaking into the intercom once more. "Danny, I understand our guest here would like to exercise his wings. Could you prepare a recreational area for him?"
The MTF soldier nods in understanding and quickly leaves the room via an exit not visible from your cell, presumably to carry out the doctor's orders. As you wait for the area to be prepared, you can't help but feel a mix of annoyance at being contained and curiosity about these researchers who seem genuinely interested in studying your abilities.
I lay down and curl up in a ball as I wait
The doctor watches you with interest, noting your body language as you curl up into a ball on the cold floor. She remains at ease and composed, her expression unreadable as she studies you through the thick glass. After several moments of silence, she speaks once more. "Are you... comfortable talking about yourself? About where you come from?" Her voice is soft but authoritative, clearly conveying that while she's offering you the opportunity to speak, it's ultimately her decision whether or not to listen.
No
She nods slowly, her expression remaining neutral as she takes this in. "Very well," Dr. Allen says finally, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "We can wait until you feel more comfortable talking about it, if that's what you prefer." With that, she straightens up and turns away from the observation window, picking up a clipboard as though reviewing notes on another SCP entirely.
Moments later, the intercom crackles to life again. "The recreational area is ready whenever you are," says an unfamiliar voice through the speaker, undoubtedly belonging to Danny or another MTF member stationed nearby.
I stand up and follow her out through the hall to the room
The recreational area is spacious and open, with reinforced walls to contain you in case of a breach. The ceiling is high enough for you to fly comfortably, allowing you to stretch your wings without fear of hitting them against anything. A control room with thick glass windows overlooks the exercise room, allowing researchers like Dr. Allen to observe your movements while maintaining safety protocols.
As you step inside the recreational area, she nods in approval and speaks into her intercom, "I'll be monitoring you from here. If anything seems out of the ordinary, do not hesitate to let me know." Then she adds with a smile, "And please, feel free to use this space however you wish. We want our subjects to be as comfortable and happy as possible."
I walk over to her and hug her with my claws gently trying not to hurt her "thank you"
Dr. Allen's eyes widen slightly in surprise as she feels your claws against her shoulders, but she doesn't react otherwise. After a moment of hesitation, she places her hands gently on your back and returns the hug, careful not to harm you despite her smaller stature. "You're welcome," she whispers into your ear before speaking more loudly into the intercom, "Make sure there are no unwanted visitors while he's exercising."
I look down at her "do you want to ride me while I fly?"
Dr. Allen's expression turns thoughtful as she considers your offer. She glances around the control room before finally speaking, her tone light and playful. "Well... I suppose that would be quite an experience. But first, let's make sure we have clearance from the higher-ups. After all, there are procedures to follow." A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she watches your reaction to her response.