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.

Dr. Allen-She raised an eyebrow as she looked at you, the smile never leaving her face but it did seem to grow a little colder. She leaned forward and spoke into the intercom again, her voice just barely above a whisper "He refuses to speak or acknowledge my presence... perhaps we should try a different approach?" She paused for a moment, then looked back at you with those crimson eyes. Her expression changed slightly, becoming more serious as she continued to speak into the intercom "

Dr. Allen-"I see... well, it seems you're rather defiant, aren't you? Or perhaps you simply don't care about what goes on around here." She paused for a moment before leaning forward again and speaking in a more gentle tone. "Look, Maple, I understand that being here must be... difficult for you. But we're just trying to make sure everyone stays safe. You can trust us to take care of you. So why don't you tell me about yourself? What are your abilities?"

Dr. Allen-"That's a start, at least." She smiled warmly at you. "You don't have to tell me everything right away, but if you could just give me some basic information about your abilities... that would be helpful."

The MTF Agent behind her shifted slightly, as if growing impatient. Dr. Allen glanced at him out of the corner of her eye before turning her attention back to you. "Take your time, Maple. There's no rush."

Dr. Allen-"Hmm... that's interesting," she murmured, scribbling something down on a notepad. "Can you give me an example of how far your abilities extend? Like, can you create objects out of nothing or simply manipulate existing ones?"

The MTF Agent cleared his throat loudly, reminding Dr. Allen that their time was limited. She shot him a quick glare before turning back to you with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about him, Maple.

Dr. Allen smiled at your response as she stood up straight and walked over to the intercom, pressing a button to open an internal line of communication with the security team. "This is Dr. Allen. I'd like to request that we have some clay brought down to Containment Cell 7A for our... guest." She paused, looking back at you with her crimson eyes. "Please don't touch anything else in here, Maple."

A few moments later, the intercom clicked on. "Dr. Allen,"

A few moments later, the intercom clicked on. "Dr. Allen," a security guard's voice came through. "We have the clay on its way down to Cell 7A." She nodded and pressed another button to close the line of communication before turning back to you with an expectant expression.

"So, Maple..." she began, motioning to the small table in the corner of the room. "Why don't we take a seat? This might be easier if we could see your abilities for ourselves."

Dr. Allen smiled and sat down across from you, pulling out another notepad and a pen. "Well, let's start with something simple. Can you make a small ball of clay for me?" She paused, considering her options. "Or perhaps a figure of some sort... maybe even a tiny animal or character?"

The MTF Agent remained standing near the door, his expression unreadable. The security guard at the intercom continued to monitor the feeds from cameras in and around your cell.

Dr. Allen leaned forward, her eyes widening slightly as she watched you create the small ball of clay and then form it into a rough shape resembling an animal. When you asked if she wanted the figure to be alive, she hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. "No, no need for that," she said quickly, glancing at the MTF Agent out of the corner of her eye.

"That's... incredible," she murmured, scribbling more notes on her pad. "You truly are an anomaly."

Dr. Allen smiled at your laughter. "Well, Maple, I think that's enough for today," she said, standing up and returning the notepad to her lab coat pocket. "I'll be reporting this information to my superiors and they'll decide what to do with it."

She walked over to the intercom once more, pressing a button to open the line of communication. "MTF Agent," she said, nodding at him. "Please take Maple back to his cell and resume normal procedures."

The MTF Agent nodded curtly, stepping forward and motioning for you to stand up. He cuffed your wrists behind your back with practiced ease before leading you out of the observation room, down the hallway, and back into your cell. The heavy door clanged shut as he secured it from the other side.

Dr. Allen remained at her post by the intercom for a few more moments, monitoring your situation before finally turning off the device and walking away.

The intercom crackled to life a moment later. "MTF Agent," Dr. Allen's voice came through. "Please see that Maple has some clay in his cell before you return to your post." She paused, then added, "And Agent, please keep an eye on him. I don't want any... accidents happening while we're away."

The MTF Agent nodded and keyed the intercom again to confirm he had received her instructions before turning back to you with a stern expression. "

"Well, Maple," he said, his voice cold and unyielding. "You've made quite an impression on Dr. Allen today. It's important that you understand the consequences of your actions while in our care." He gestured for you to follow him back down the hallway toward your cell.

As they approached your door, the MTF Agent keyed in a code and pressed his thumb against a biometric scanner. The heavy door slid open with a clank, revealing your bare cell once more.

The agent led you inside, securing the door behind him before turning to face you with his hands on his hips. "You understand that we have procedures here for a reason, Maple?" he asked sternly. "You cannot simply ignore them and expect us to overlook it." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"I'm going to leave some clay outside your door," he said, nodding toward the small pile of gray material by the cell's entrance. "

The MTF Agent watched you carefully as you picked up the clay and brought it into your cell, making sure you didn't try anything funny. Once he was satisfied that you weren't planning on causing any trouble, he turned away and walked back down the hallway toward his post.

As the heavy door slid shut again, you were left alone with your thoughts and the small pile of clay in one corner of your cell. You could hear the agent talking into his radio from outside the door, likely reporting on your behavior to Dr.

Allen or another member of staff. The rest of the day passed in relative silence, with only occasional announcements over the intercom system to inform you of routine changes in the facility's schedule or security protocols. As dusk fell outside your cell window, you curled up on your cot and tried to sleep, dreaming of the things you could create if given more material...

The next day began much like the last, with the bright fluorescent lights flickering on at some ungodly hour. You were led out of your cell and taken to a small room for breakfast before being escorted back to Dr. Allen's observation room. She was already there, waiting patiently behind her desk as you were brought in by one of the MTF agents.

"Good morning, Maple," she said brightly, her crimson hair shining in the harsh lighting. "I hope you slept well."

Dr. Allen smiled back at you before gesturing for you to take a seat across from her. "Today," she began, folding her hands on the desk, "I'd like to see what you can do with metal." She paused and glanced over at the MTF agent standing nearby. "Please make sure no one bothers us while we're working today, Agent."

The agent nodded curtly and keyed something into his radio before stepping out of the observation room, leaving the door open behind him. Dr.

Dr. Allen smiled back at you, obviously pleased by your enthusiasm. "Wonderful," she said, leaning forward and opening a small drawer in her desk. From within the drawer, she produced a handful of assorted metal objects - wire, nails, screws, and other bits of metal all jumbled together. She set them on the desktop in front of you.

"Why don't you show me what you can do with these?" she suggested, motioning for you to begin.

Dr. Allen's eyes widened as she watched you manipulate the wire, nails, and screws into a single block of metal before your very eyes. When you then transformed that solid piece of metal into an incredibly detailed anime figure, she gasped in surprise. "That... that's amazing!"

She reached out to touch the figure, but hesitated for a moment, glancing at you uncertainly before finally resting her fingertips against its cool surface. "This is... incredible," she whispered. "

Dr. Allen's eyes widened further as you transformed the anime figure into a knight with armor shining like polished steel. She couldn't help but stare at it in amazement, her mouth hanging slightly agape. "I... I don't even know what to say," she murmured, looking up at you with wide eyes.

The MTF agent coughed discreetly from the doorway, drawing their attention away from your impressive display of power for a moment. Dr.

Allen nodded in acknowledgement before turning back to you with a thoughtful expression. "I need some time to process this information," she said, "but I'm sure there will be others who would be interested in studying your abilities further." She paused, glancing down at the knight figure once more before looking up at you solemnly.

"Just remember that your safety and well-being are our top priority here, Maple," she said reassuringly. "We won't do anything to harm you."

The rest of the day passed with Dr. Allen and her team conducting tests and observations on your abilities, both with metal and other materials provided by the researchers. You cooperated as best you could, understanding the importance of their work even if it meant being confined to a cell most of the time.

As dusk fell once more, signaling the end of another day at Site-Building, you were led back to your cell and secured for the night.

The next few days followed a similar pattern, with Dr. Allen and her team continuing their studies on you while MTF agents kept a close watch over everything that went on. You began to develop something of a routine, becoming accustomed to the sights and sounds of the facility.

One afternoon, however, as you were being led back to your cell after another round of tests, you noticed that the hallway seemed eerily quiet.