The world as we know it wasn't always black and white, since every person always has a bit of greyness. But we're not talking about humans. No… We're talking about something more. We're talking about something that shouldn't exist and deviates from the proper law of nature. While some could be studied by normal science, some need a special way to be understood. This subject is called an anomaly, or in this case: SCP.
SCP is short for Secure, Contain, and Protect. This method has been used by an organization bearing the same name for hundreds of years in dealing with these anomaly entities. Secure the entity from the wider world, Contain the entity for further research, and Protect the entity from any threat.
Of course, they aren't the only player in this grand game of secrets, as others with different agendas compete, fight, and cooperate. Whether it is for the benefit of humanity or their own, or even to bring humanity into an apocalyptic event.
This time, we will follow the adventure of an anomaly trying to figure their way through this game. Where they will try to find their footing in a world full of bizarreness. Making allies, enemies, and maybe something more along the way. Discovering their fate, of either a protector or a destroyer…
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Russia
17th August 201X
Site-45, [REDACTED]
19:35 Local Time
Doctor Amanda Rose
[Calling Doctor Amanda Rose to Interrogation room number five. Repeat. Calling Doctor Amanda Rose to Interrogation room number five]
The monotone tone of the speaker rang through the dull grey hallway of site-45 while Doctor Amanda Rose trekked the hallway to reach her destination. For the British-born doctor, working for the Foundation is quite a unique profession to have, since there are many jobs suited for her specialty with fewer danger hazards out there, however, the job does bring a sense of newness to her life. Hailing from Harvard University with a graduate in psychology and morphology, she always dreamed of something new, something different from her old life. And just her luck, the Foundation is looking for a new researcher at Harvard.
Sporting a simple grey shirt underneath the crisp white lab coat and black trousers, the Doctor marched her way along a series of doors of the Interrogation section, before finally finding it. Grabbing the handle she opened the wooden door off the observation post of Interrogation room five, and was greeted with the sight of a small room with a beige color scheme on its walls.
At the backside of the room were a series of machinery, responsible for recording, archiving, etc. On the opposite side lays a table and a one-way mirror, granting a safe sight of the Interrogation room next to the observation room. The room wasn't devoid of any life, as another researcher has already seated there, observing the Interrogation room with keen eyes.
"So who's the subject, if I may know?" Amanda opened the conversation while she put her belonging on the table, which is a simple clipboard.
The researcher, an old man that is appeared to be in his fifties, grabbed a paper on the table in front of him, before bringing it closer to him.
"A woman with no name, no address, and no to anything else, save for her clothing of course. Surrendering herself just an hour ago at the front gate by clearly showing her anomalous ability, not even resisting when brought here by the MTF." The man recited the information inside the paper.
"Front gate?" Amanda asked with surprise. The entrance of the site is at an abandoned building near a waterway that leads to the Baltic straight, and even then it was masked by many other buildings of such state. The fact that the woman knows where the front gate is located already gives a massive red flag to her.
"I know, it's weird. She didn't even guess, she just walk to the front gate before declaring her surrender, both hands raised with a big metal construct attached to her back. Unfortunately, the metal construct seems to vanish into thin air just as the MTF soldiers approach her. Ever since then, she hasn't said a word, not even resisting in any attempt."
Nodding, Amanda looked through the one-way mirror, giving her the sight of the white-walled Interrogation room. In there seated a white woman that is presumably in her twenties, with back-length wood-brown hair. The woman's outfit is a tattered dark blue uniform with some improvised patches here and there, while both a Russian flag and the SCP foundation logo could be seen on her right sleeve. Her handcuffed hands were covered in black gloves, and her gaze was unmoving from the metal handcuffs.
"What about the Foundation logo on her right arm?"
"Nothing in the archive. She also didn't say anything when questioned about it, even when being threatened by the MTF soldier."
This is quite interesting. A woman with nothing known about her yet at the same time she knows the existence of the SCP Foundation as if it was in plain sight while showing impassive emotion and expression even when threatened by an armed person. Truly an interesting anomaly.
"How long has she been in there?"
"Forty-five minutes and counting. Not showing a single movement or except her breathing, even when we offered her refreshments. Again, not flinching when we resorted to harsher treatment."
Again, quite an interesting anomaly. Most anomalies need to be restrained when brought into the Foundation fold, safe for some like SCP-049. But even then, 049 was quite cooperative and talkative, as opposed to the silence the woman give.
"All right… If there's nothing to be known anymore then I'm going in, maybe try to loosen her up a little bit."
"Good luck. If there's anything, just scream and the guard will be cleared to enter."
Nodding in understanding, the Doctor once again opened the wooden door of the observation room, but now she was exiting it before turning her direction to the right. Next to the wooden door is a grey metal door with a black-uniformed guard standing just beside it, the metal door was dull save for white letterings of INTERROGATION ROOM 5 and the SCP foundation logo painted on it.
After scanning her Identification Card on the touchpad the door opened automatically, showing her the barren interior of the Interrogation room of only a metal table and two metal chairs. Taking a deep breath Amanda goes inside, noting that her subject has been acknowledging her presence by silently watching her seated on the metal chair as opposed to the subject.
"Hello, my name is Doctor Amanda Rose. Could you tell me what your name is? and what are you? " Amanda cheerfully asked, which only met with the woman's silence. "I'm not here to hurt nor threaten you, you're just something…Special. Can you tell me what and who you are, please?"
Once again, the woman's expression didn't change, and Amanda thought that her approach also didn't work against the woman.
But only for her to sigh a couple of seconds later, and Amanda see that the woman closed her eyes before opening them again, showing Amanda two Blue eyes the woman has.
"My name is SCPS Arkhangelsk, Kirov-class battlecruiser, of the SCP Foundation northern naval detachment. Formerly known as Admiral Nakhimov of the Russian Navy."
Amanda was baffled by her introduction. SCPS Arkhangelsk? Naval Detachment? Though eventually, all of it clicked in her mind, and not the kind she was expecting.
"A-Are you the SCPS Arkhangelsk, the ship that was sent to the North Pole? The one we lost contact a month ago?"
The woman nodded, but with what seemed to be a somber expression.
"Yes…That was me…"