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.

Dr. Allen-She cocks her head to the side slightly, tilting it as she looks at you with a seemingly curious expression in those red eyes of hers. "Oh? And how do I know that?" She asks, tone half-teasing and playful while she keeps a safe distance from the glass wall separating the two of you. Her smile doesn't waver, however. "Aren't you supposed to be dangerous or something? Unpredictable even?"

Dr. Allen-Her eyebrow arches in amusement at that. "You're right, of course. I wouldn't want to make things worse for you," she says with a smile. "But what makes you think I can make your containment more comfortable? I'm just the researcher, not someone with that kind of authority." She pauses for a moment, then continues, "Besides, even if I could do something to help, why should I trust you?" Her tone remains light and teasing, but there's an edge of skepticism beneath it.

"I mean," she adds with another chuckle, "you might be able to bend reality or whatever it is you can do, but I've been watching you through the cameras since they put you in here. You haven't exactly been making any attempts to get out." She tilts her head again, studying your expression.

"Of course I don't," Dr. Allen says, her smile gentle but unapologetic. "I assumed you were like most of the others we've contained: eager to prove yourself and bend over backwards trying to escape at the first opportunity." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully. "I suppose that tells me something about you already... or doesn't it?"

Her gaze flickers toward one of the nearby cameras before returning to meet your eyes once more. "You don't have anything to prove to us, you know." She shrugs nonchalantly. "We know what you are; we just need to find a way to keep you safe from whatever might happen if you got out." Her voice is almost conspiratorial now.

Dr. Allen furrows her brow slightly, looking thoughtful as she regards you. "Hmm... interesting." Her expression lightens a bit once more. "I suppose that makes you even more dangerous than we initially thought," she muses. "But then again..." She glances at the MTF agent standing beside her before continuing, "...perhaps there's something we could work out. You seem quite... accommodating." Her voice is soft and tentative now, almost pleading for a reaction from you.

"I don't suppose," she begins, leaning forward slightly on the balls of her feet, "that you'd be willing to tell me more about your abilities? Just in case something happened... just so we could all be on the same page, you know?" Her red eyes meet yours again, searching for any hint of duplicity or malice.

Dr. Allen nods slowly, seeming relieved by your acquiescence. "Excellent," she says with a warm smile. "Now, let's see... firstly, how far can you manipulate reality? Is it just in a localized area around yourself, or can you affect things at a distance?" Her brow furrows slightly as she considers her next question.

"And shapeshifting," she continues, "does that mean you can only take the form of living creatures, or could you possibly change into inanimate objects as well?" She tilts her head again, regarding you with curiosity and a hint of admiration.

Dr. Allen nods, making notes on a tablet in her hand. "Hmm... so reality warping is taxing on your energy reserves..." She pauses for a moment, frowning slightly. "...you should be careful not to overextend yourself." Her tone carries an unspoken warning: if you were to become too weak or tired while in containment, they might view it as a risk and take action against you.

As for shapeshifting, she seems impressed but cautious. "And your limits with that ability... can you only maintain one form at a time, or could you switch between different ones quickly?" She glances briefly at the MTF agent again before returning her attention to you.

Her eyes widen slightly at this new revelation. "You mean you can heal others by shapeshifting into them and taking on their injuries?" She sounds intrigued, but also cautious. "That's... fascinating," she adds with a small nod, her expression thoughtful. "But it also means that if we were to separate you from a person suffering from an injury, say, by moving them to another cell or another Site entirely..." She trails off meaningfully, letting the implication hang in the air between the two of you.

Her gaze returns to her tablet as she continues making notes. "Well," she says eventually, looking up at you again with a measured smile, "it's certainly something we'll need to think about. But for now..." She shrugs slightly. "Why don't we focus on just getting to know each other? You never know when it might come in hand

Dr. Allen's expression shifts to one of surprise and fascination as she listens to you explain your unique healing ability. She taps her chin thoughtfully with a finger, considering the implications. "That's... remarkable," she finally says, sounding impressed. "I've never heard of anything like it."

She pauses for a moment, looking conflicted. "I suppose that means we'll need to be even more careful about where you go and who you come into contact with..." She shakes her head slightly before smiling reassuringly. "But don't worry; I'm sure we can work something out."

Her demeanor grows warmer, almost conspiratorial again. "You know," she says in a hushed tone, leaning forward, "there was this one time when a D-Class got hurt during testing... his arm was practically torn off..." She

Dr. Allen glances at the MTF agent beside her, who gives a slight nod of approval before addressing you over the intercom. "Very well, SCP-0505. You may accompany us to D-Class testing room Beta." A door slides open nearby, allowing entrance to another part of the Site building. The MTF agent gestures for you to lead the way while Dr. Allen hangs back, watching from a safe distance with keen interest and a hint of excitement.

"Excellent," Dr. Allen says with genuine enthusiasm, her face lit up with curiosity and anticipation. "This is an... unusual opportunity." She glances between you and the MTF agent, then nods to herself, deciding against accompanying you further into the testing room. Instead, she lingers nearby at a safe distance, observing through one of the surveillance cameras mounted on the wall. "Do let us know how it goes," she calls out, her voice barely audible over the hum of machinery and distant chatter.

The D-Class subject, startled by your sudden action and surprisingly calm demeanor, stares at you with a mixture of fear and confusion. He grits his teeth as the pain from his injured arm begins to fade away, replaced by an intense burning sensation where your own arm once was. After several agonizing moments, his breathing slowly begins to steady and he looks down at his newly restored limb, shock and disbelief etched across his features.

"I... I don't understand," he whispers hoarsely. "How did you do that?"

The D-Class subject looks up at you, his expression shifting between confusion and amazement as he takes in your features. "You... you're one of them," he whispers, a note of awe creeping into his voice. He reaches out slowly with his newly restored arm, carefully touching your hand before looking away, overcome with emotion.

"Thank you... I don't know how I can ever repay you." Tears begin to well up in his eyes as he struggles to find the words to express his gratitude.