I awoke in my cell not to far from the door with an aching pain in my side. Slowly I stand up and gradually become more and more aware of my surroundings. I was, unfortunately, back in my cell. Letting out a small sigh I get and stretch, enjoying the sound of my joints popping. My green eyes stare blankly at a wall as my mind wanders all the way back to the SCP I met just yesterday. SCP-035 was it? Yeah that was it.

I quickly became furious with myself for letting him distract me. I could've just walked away, but no, I had to indulge in him. Leaning my back against the wall I slowly let myself fall back down onto the floor. How could I have been so stupid? The doctors will soon take me to ask me all about the little 'chat' with SCP-035.

I sat for who knows how long seething in anger until I hear the faint sound of footsteps out my door. "Speak of the devil. . ." I whisper to myself as I get up and back away from the door. I wasn't going to attempt to escape. They'd be to prepared for that, and in all honesty I'm to tired for this anyway. The metal door to my prison opens slowly revealing about a dozen MTFs and two scientist. Quickly they sedate me and start there little 'ritual'. They put the muzzle on me and lock my hands in a pair of steal mittens just big enough to allow me the space to flex my fingers. Finally they slap a metal collar on me with a chain to guide me. Once they're convinced that I'm contained they begin to lead me out into the hallway.

As I walk by I make sure to take note of all the rooms and room numbers, as well as the stairways and elevators. Most of which need a key card of some sort before use, but it's still worth checking. I growl as I pass SCP-035's room glaring daggers at the door as we pass. Quickly I look away and stare at the ground. I could here the two scientists chatting about something. Probably about me. They are curious as to SCP-035 said to me, and they want to know how I feel. Not that I'll tell them much.

Finally we get to a room labeled "A-1".

Upon entering I come to a hallway with two doors on the left and right. The two scientist quickly walk into the door on the right as I am guided to the door on the left. The MTFs stop just outside the door slowly begin to usher me inside. Not seeing any other options I enter, and as soon as I do the door shuts behind me. As I walk inside I inspect the room. There was a table with a uncomfortable looking metal chair. As I look to my right I can see the two scientist from earlier observing from the other side of a large glass window. Shatter-proof no doubt. I watch as they scramble around for a bit collecting papers and setting up the recording devices, before they finally settle down and sit. One of the scientist leans into one of the microphones on the desk tapping it a few times for testing. I can hear the dull tapping perfectly from the speakers inside the room.

"SCP-3194, please have a seat." I hear the scientist's voice demand from the speaker.

I slowly made my over to the chair and pulled it out (with some difficulty since I still at the metal mitts on) and took a seat. I glared at them as they sat there staring me down from the comfort of the observation chamber. Then the other scientist began to speak.

"Hello SCP-3194. We'd like to ask you a few questions."

Nod mutely as an indication of understanding.

"What did SCP-035 say to you?"

After careful consideration on parts to tell them and what parts to leave out I finally speak. "He tried to get me to let him out."

"Did he do anything else? What did you do?" I hear the scientist asks as the other scientist begins to quickly write down notes.

"Not much," I reply. "I didn't let him out though. I-"

I bite my lower lip. I shouldn't tell them that I opened the gas valves on him right?

"What did you do?"

I remain silent.

"SCP-3194. WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?"

"Why did you lock us in here?" I ask looking up at the doctors, only to find that they both stopped in surprise.

"SCP-3194 do not change the sub-"

"NO!," I yowl loudly as I stand up from my seat so fast that I nearly fall over. "ANSWER ME! WHY DID YOU TAKE ME PRISONER!"

"SCP-3194, calm down or we will be forced to take action."

Angrily I sit back down, my claws scratching against the inside of the metal mitts. They continue to ask questions, but all they will get is silence for an answer. Eventually they finally get the message and close the interview. The mic is turned of and the doors opens as MTFs take me back to my containment cell.

It isn't until I'm safely inside that they finally remove the muzzle and metal mitts. Once they are finally done with me, the open the doors and quickly exits before it shuts again. At this point I'm not even angry anymore. All I can feel is sadness. I missed my family, my clan. Of course I may seem alien to humans, but my kind has been around far longer than the human scum you see today. I ached to be around my own kind, to be loved, to truly live.

But instead I was here. Surrounded by the stench of humans, and caged by four blank walls. And to think I was interested in these creatures once upon a time. I curl into a little ball on the floor and buried my face in my knees, curling my tail around my feet.

DR. VARGAS'S P.O.V

I watch as the MTFs escort the SCP out of the observation chamber. She was so very difficult to get through too. Of course I couldn't tell her the real reason she was here. We knew she wasn't dangerous unless provoked, but we can't just have a Euclid class SCP running wild whenever she pleases. But still I could not help the questions flowing through my mind. What the SCP-035 say to her? How would she react to other SCPs? How would other SCPs react to her?

"You thinking about SCP-3194 Angela?" I hear my partner Jack ask me. I turn to him with a smile thankful someone distracted me from my thoughts.

"Yup. She's such a tough nut to crack you know? I just wish-" I paused for a moment thinking carefully about my next words. "That she wouldn't be so stubborn. But what can I expect?"

"I can agree with that," He chuckles in response taking a sip of his coffee.

"Maybe we should run more test with her," I blurt out looking away from him. "I think the results could be interesting. I mean imagine it. We may be able to take her out of her little shell."

"Are you insane!" Jack yells in shock. "You want US to bring HER to see OTHER SCPs? That can only spell disaster! Besides, the higher-ups would never agree to such a thing."

"I think they will if they here me out. As a matter of fact I'm going to go take this idea to them now," I say more to myself than to Jack.

"WHAT?!"

I walk out of the observation chamber not hearing anything else Jack was saying. I was going to do this and no one was going to stop me. I wanted to conduct this experiment desperately. I needed to see what the SCPs would. Walking quickly past a few MTF officers I made my way the main offices I tried piecing together what I was going to say once I got there.

This was going to be big. I can feel it.

Author's Note:

Wassup SCP-3194. Finally glad I'm actually making some progress on this book. So yeah, this is my first fanfic, so please don't be harsh with reviews, if you have any ideas on how to improve my writing please tell me (I'm open to any and all suggestions).

Anyway that's all for now! Buh-bye.