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 curl up into a small ball and fall asleep
As you curl up into a small ball and fall asleep, Dr. Allen raises an eyebrow, a slightly disappointed look on her face. The MTF standing beside her remains motionless, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and professional detachment. Though she isn't sure why you would choose to sleep now rather than comply with the tests she had scheduled for today...
I feel my sleep be disrupted as I feel someone gently shake me awake
Dr. Allen continues to smile softly as she gently shakes you awake, her expression still a mix of curiosity and concern. "Ah, there you are," she says cheerfully, pushing herself off the wall to stand closer to you. "I'm sorry for disturbing your rest, but we have some tests scheduled today that I really think would be fascinating for you." The MTF standing behind her shifts slightly, perhaps impatiently.
I growl as I stand up on all fours and shake myself awake
Dr. Allen's eyes widen in surprise, taking a small step back as she watches you growl and shake yourself awake. "Ah, of course," she says quickly, holding her hands up in a placating gesture. "I didn't mean to upset you. The tests I mentioned earlier are simply designed to help us understand your abilities better. They won't harm you or cause you any discomfort." She glances over at the MTF, who nods once in agreement.
I look over at her before walking closer and rubbing my head against her hand
Dr. Allen's expression softens further as you rub your head against her hand, making a comforting noise in the back of your throat. "There we go," she says, gently scratching behind your ear. "We just need to make sure everything is safe and secure before getting started." She looks over at the MTF standing nearby, nodding once. The MTF pulls out a pair of night vision goggles from their utility belt, handing them to Dr. Allen. "Just in case," they mutter under their breath.
I nod in agreement before letting out a pleased noise as she scratches a specific spot
The doctor continues to scratch your ears and back, watching you closely as you react positively. "Okay," she says softly, withdrawing her hand. "Let's get started. The first test is designed to measure the range of your abilities... Just stay right there, okay?" She steps away from you slightly, glancing at the MTF standing nearby before putting on the night vision goggles and adjusting them on her head.
The MTF nods in understanding, their expression unreadable as they take up a position just out of your line of sight, ready to react should anything go wrong during the test.
I wait in the spot she said to waiting for something to happen
Dr. Allen stands about ten feet away, observing you through the night vision goggles as she extends her right hand, palm upwards. "Alright," she says, "just give it a try." As she speaks, a small metal ball appears in her left hand. She tosses it lightly at you; it spins through the air, moving slowly enough for you to easily dodge if necessary.
I watch the ball confused before stopping it mid air with psychic powers and gently carve a small little amulet the depects me as the researchers pet before returning it to Dr. Allen
Dr. Allen's eyes widen in surprise as the metal ball comes to an abrupt stop, hovering motionless before you. "That's... fascinating," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. She glances at the MTF, who gives a tiny nod of acknowledgement.
The doctor takes a step closer, reaching out with both hands to grasp the floating sphere. As soon as her fingers brush against it, however, the ball speeds away from you and back into her outstretched hand. "Well," she says, pulling the ball close to her chest, "it seems like I need to take precautions." She glances at the MTF again, who this time returns a more significant nod.
Without another word, Dr. Allen removes a slim, silver cylinder from her pocket and presses it against your temples. You feel a brief prickling sensation