Gloved hands gently took the lid off of a bulletproof glass cube, inside was a clearish white fluid designed to solidify if shaken enough, soon metal prongs entered the fluid and gently pulled a large pink diamond out of the gel. The researcher gulped and placed the gem on the floor before backing away and taking a seat at a small table, and gently pressed a button on a small recording device, sweat dripped off of his forehead as a loud synthetic whooshing noise filled the room. Why was he the one locked in a interview room with what was said to be a keter class SCP?, the man gulped and watched as a pink light took shape into a woman about 3 feet taller than him, large pink eyes shot open and stared down at the researcher "uuh, he-hello ma'am, my name i-" a dark pink-gloved hand slams down on the table causing cracks to appear and the gel to solidify, a loud yelp escaped the researcher. "WHERE AM I HUMAN!?" the researcher threw up his clipboard in a feeble attempt to protect himself, all while mentally cursing his superiors, he knew what keters could do, he heard the stories of 1048, read the notice on 2006, and saw 682's last breach attempt, he saw the casualty numbers, saw the damage, so why did he have to be in a locked room with one?, he fearfully looked up from behind the clipboard and looked at the angry face of the towering pink woman "ummm now ca-calm down, this is just an interview room, I would like to ask you a few questions" the woman sat down on the floor her eyes now on level with his, "mmm, fine…" he cleared his throat and looked at the paper on the clipboard "o-okay so first, why did you come to earth?" she tilted her head a bit "to make a colony" he quickly wrote her answer down, and took a quick glance at a mirror on the side of the wall. "Alright then, why did you want to make a colony on earth?" she seemed a bit offended at that question "because that's what diamonds do!" the man flinched a bit and looked at the mirror again "alright then, just a few more questi-" another dark pink-gloved hand slams onto the table cracking it in half. "NO! NO MORE QUESTIONS! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON? WHERE'S MY PEARL?! WHERE ARE MY SOLDIERS?! I! WANT! TO! GO! HOME!"
From behind a mirrored glass window a man in an orange cap and white lab coat watched the small diamond throw her temper tantrum, before picking up a recorder and turning it on "January 22nd, 2018, 1200 hours standard time, this 'Pink Diamond' seems to have the mentality of a small child, and due to size may be easily contained in a standard containment cell, I suggest downgrading her from keter to euclid, perhaps safe if she proves to be of very little threat, this is junior researcher Gribble signing off" the man pressed a button calling in four armed guards to come in and detain the diamond, due to her size it was rather easy for them to get her under control and to lead her into a containment cell. When all was said and done the researcher spun his chair stopping at a computer desk and started typing up a report as the guard escorted the pink woman to her new home.
Pink sat alone in the large white cell, her cheeks stained with tears, and her cheeks flush with anger. "Stupid humans….. Keeping me locked up…., I'm a diamond for stars sake!" she sniffled and looked around the room, it was rather bland, just four plain white walls, a small bed, way too small for her even if she didn't need to sleep, a single camera in the corner of the ceiling keeping an eye on her, she got up and started pacing a bit. She sniffled a bit after a few minutes of pacing "o-oh Bl-blue…" she started to break down into bitter sobs. Her crying fit was only interrupted by alarms blaring and a concerned voice yelling out "warning SCP-106 has breached containment!"
Concrete cracked and wrapped as the old man stepped out into the evening air, a raspy chuckle escaped his cracked and rotten lips as chipped and yellowed teeth twist into a bone-chilling grin, eyes the color of maggots turned towards the coast, and so the old man started to walk, sinking slowly into the ground as it turned to mush and sludge. A single thought going through his mind, let the fun begin.