Dr. Bright strolled casually down a random hallway in Site-17, a mischievous smile playing on his face as he pondered his next prank. "Maybe I'll attempt another SCP Justice League," he thought. The last time he tried that, the O5 Council threatened demotion, but there were still plenty of other ideas brewing in his mind.

A seemingly random containment door caught his attention, and he approached it cautiously. "SCP-953, huh? I don't think I've encountered this one yet," he mumbled to himself, retrieving a Level 1 clearance card and opening the door.

Upon entering the room, he greeted the occupants with a loud, obnoxious voice, "Hey, guys! So, what's the deal with this one?"

The room had a basic layout—white walls, a grey floor, and desks cluttered with computers on the left side. In the front, giant monitors displayed various rooms in SCP-953's cell. On the right wall, a large metal door presumably led to SCP-953's containment. Four researchers occupied the room, each shooting Bright death stares.

"Jack, please go somewhere else," implored Dr. Brown, a male researcher.

"Yeah, we don't need you here. Leave before you cause a containment breach," added Dr. Lopez, a female researcher.

"Come on, guys. I would never cause a containment breach... on purpose," Dr. Bright replied innocently.

Dr. Adams sighed, "You're lucky you're useful, bright, or the Foundation would have terminated you by now."

The second female researcher among them, Dr. Martin, spoke with a sympathetic tone, unaware of Dr. Brights countless antics. "What's with all the hostility?"

Dr. Brights grin widened. "Yeah, guys, I thought we were all friends here. Oh, and is she new here by any chance?"

Before they could warn her, Dr. Martin offered her hand with a smile. "Yes, I am! My name's Linda Martin!"

After a firm handshake, a devious glint appeared in Dr. Brights eyes. "Well, since you're new, you should know that we recently discovered SCP-682 can be tamed. Just give the big guy a nice belly rub, and he's like a puppy. If he misbehaves, just whack him with a rolled-up newspaper; it works like a charm."

Dr. Adams and Dr. Brown facepalmed, sighing. Dr. Martin and Dr. Lopez looked confused.

"Um, guys, is that true?" Dr. Martin asked.

"Of course not! Don't believe that idiot," Dr. Adams said furiously.

"Jack, you've been in here not even five minutes, and you're already causing trouble," scolded Dr. Brown.

"Aw, come on, guys, it's just a little harmless fun. Why don't y'all live a little?" Dr. Bright retorted.

Suddenly, a laugh emanated from within SCP-953's containment cell, catching them off guard.

Dr. Brights grin momentarily disappeared before returning. "Well, at least somebody around here appreciates good humor."

"Dr. Bright, that is not funny. If she listened to you, she could have been killed," warned Dr. Lopez.

"Well, it's not like she has the clearance to get close to him anyway," Dr. Bright said, uncaring.

"You're a dick," Dr. Martin remarked.

"Ouch, that really hurts," Dr. Bright teased, clutching his heart.

"Guys, just ignore him, and hopefully, he'll leave soon," suggested Dr. Adams, and they complied.

"Oh wow, real mature, guys, giving me the cold shoulder, huh?" Dr. Bright said.

All four researchers continued to ignore him and focused on their job. He frowned and approached Dr. Lopez's desk, gazing into the monitor. "Whatcha doing?" he asked while poking her shoulder.

"If I answer, do you promise to leave?" she asked with an irritated voice.

"Eh, I'll consider it," Dr. Bright said.

"Fine, I'm writing down information about the latest test on 953, and so far, it's the same as always," Lopez explained.

"What's the same as always?" Dr. Bright asked, genuinely curious.

Dr. Lopez sighed, clearly annoyed by Dr. Brights presence. "The same as always means SCP-953 exhibits its usual behavior during testing. It's a Kumiho, a nine-tailed fox spirit. Tricky, cunning, and not to be underestimated."

Jack Bright raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Sounds like my kind of party. Any chance it's into pranks?"

"Jack, please, this is serious business. SCP-953 has caused enough trouble without your involvement," replied Dr. Brown, still typing away at his computer.

Ignoring the warning, Dr. Bright leaned in closer to the monitor, studying the footage of SCP-953's containment cell. The living space within SCP-953's containment cell appeared more accommodating than standard anomaly cells. The room included a bed, a couch, as well as a bathroom. At the moment, the anomaly was sitting on her couch, reading a book with a contemptuous expression. She appeared to be a very attractive Korean, with fox ears and nine tails.

"Well, isn't she Foxy." Dr. Bright said with a grin.

Dr. Bright's comment earned him a few more irritated glances from the researchers, but he continued to observe the monitor, undeterred by the cold reception.

Meanwhile, inside SCP-953's containment cell, the nine-tailed anomaly, still engrossed in her book, seemed unfazed by the commotion outside. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of amber, briefly flickered towards the camera feed as if acknowledging Dr. Bright's presence.

The researchers in the room exchanged uneasy glances, aware that the situation had just escalated with Jack Bright's tendency to attract attention. Dr. Lopez, now visibly frustrated, decided to enlighten Jack about the seriousness of SCP-953's nature.

"Dr. Bright, you need to understand. SCP-953, the Kumiho, is not to be taken lightly. Its polymorphic abilities and cunning nature make it a formidable entity. Pranks and misinformation could lead to unpredictable consequences." she explained, her tone stern.

Dr. Bright, still grinning, responded, "Oh, come on, where's your sense of adventure? Besides, a little chaos keeps things interesting."

The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Dr. Bright continued to engage with the researchers. Unbeknownst to them, SCP-953's laughter echoed again from the containment cell, indicating an amusement that seemed to align with Dr. Bright chaotic antics.

As the conversation continued, Dr. Adams, determined to maintain order, interrupted, "blight, just leave. Your presence here is annoying, and we have important work to do."

Ignoring the suggestion, Dr. Bright winked at the camera in SCP-953's containment cell, "Don't worry, Foxy, I'll make sure they don't ruin our budding friendship."

As the researchers tried to regain control of the situation, SCP-953's laughter echoed once more, leaving an air of uncertainty in the room.

"We'll, I better get back to work, I'll see you all later." Dr. Bright said before leaving the room.

All of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The next day, however, the O5 council contacted the researchers and informed them they had been monitoring Dr. Bright for obvious reasons and seen how well he and SCP-953 got along. Now they wanted to do a few cross-tests with them.

Jack Blight with a huge grin walked into the room. "Hey guys! Did you hear the good news?" He asked loudly, making his presence known.

"Yes, Jack, we know." Dr. Brown said with a tired voice.

"I still don't see how anyone thought this was a good idea." Dr. Adams complained with his arms crossed.

"I'm gonna have to agree with Adams on this." Dr. Lopes said.

"I, for one, am excited about what might happen." Dr. Martin said enthusiastically.

Test 1*

Dr. Blight entered the containment cell and flashed the Kumiho a large grin. "Hey foxy, how ya been? It's me Ja-" he was cut off as she lunged at him and pinned him to the ground.

"You're a fool for coming here, now how should you die?" She said sadistically.

Jack gulped before responding. "Well, like I said yesterday, I can't die. You see, my consciousness is stuck in this amulet, and whenever I die, whoever touches the amulet gets their consciousness replaced by mine. It also works while I'm still alive, so I wouldn't touch it if I were you."

In response to Jack's revelation, SCP-953, the Kumiho, narrowed her eyes, studying the amulet around his neck. "An amulet, huh? Interesting... but even if you don't stay dead, the pain is still real." She then let out a sinister chuckle, "Let's see how much pain you can endure then, Jack." The atmosphere in the containment cell grew tense as the Kumiho contemplated the methods of torment she could inflict on the immortal researcher.

"Hey now, come on Foxy, I thought we had something." Jack said nervously.

The Kumiho chuckled, her nine tails swaying behind her. "Something? Oh, we do. It's called predator and prey. And I do enjoy playing with my food."

She leaned even closer, her eyes locked onto Jack's with a mischievous glint. "Now, let's see how long you last before you beg for mercy."

"Alright, fine do your worst. I've been in unimaginable pain throughout my life, but know this, I'm not giving up on our friendship." Jack said.

The Kumiho raised an eyebrow, amused. "Friendship? You're a peculiar one, Jack. Most humans fear me, yet you want friendship despite knowing what I am capable of.

"Well, when you've died as many times as I have, you eventually stop feeling fear. Also, not that I have a problem with it, but you should probably get off me because the way you're sitting on me is kinda turning me on." Jack said with a nervous chuckle.

The Kumiho raises her eyebrows before cracking up laughing with her tails swishing behind her. "Interesting choice of words, Jack. Most would be terrified, yet you find this arousing?" She said as she seductively trailed a finger down his chest.

Outside the containment room, the researchers could be seen analyzing the video feed.

"This has to be one of the weirdest cross tests I've seen in a while." Dr. Brown said.

"Yes, I agree, they seem oddly... intimate." Dr. Lopez said.

"God, I swear if they start doing something inappropriate, I'm leaving." Dr. Adams said.

"Yeah, that would be awkward." Dr. Martin said.

Back in the cell…

"Hey, are you making a move on me?" Dr. Bright said with a goofy voice.

The Kumiho rolled her eyes and got off him. "As if I would ever degrade myself to that level; I was just teasing you."

"Ouch," Dr. Bright said as he got up and dusted off his coat, pretending to remove imaginary dust.

Suddenly, she approached, smiled, and licked her lips. "You know what all this talking has me in the mood for?"

"What?" Jack asked curiously before feeling a sharp burning pain in his abdomen.

"Liver.." she snarled before ripping his liver out and eating it in front of him as he bled out.

It was an incredibly violent and brutal display of ferocity and animalistic savagery, leaving the group stunned. They each exchanged knowing looks.

"This is exactly what I thought was going to happen." Dr. Brown said as he shook his head.

"Yep, that Jackass got himself killed.." Dr. Adams remarked.

"Was that supposed to be a pun?" Dr. Martin asked.

Dr. Adams chuckled. "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't."

"Yes, that's very mature of you, Dr. Adams." Dr. Lopez said.

After SCP-953 was done feasting, they released a special anomalous gas called Sonnium Mist, created by putting tear gas into SCP-914 and setting it to "Very Fine" in her containment cell, causing her to fall asleep. A D-Class personnel was sent in to retrieve the amulet. Upon touching it, he instantly perished, and Dr. Bright's consciousness replaced his own. Now in possession of Dr. Bright's consciousness he collapsed onto the ground.

Around five minutes later, Dr. Bright groggily woke up. "That sucked…"

"I told you this was a bad idea, Bright, or maybe I should call you dull." Dr. Adams teased.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Dr. Martin asked.

Dr. Bright grinned. "Oh, it's probably because I put rat droppings in his coffee once." he said before giggling.

Dr. Adams growled but didn't do anything.

"That's hardly appropriate workplace behavior, Dr. Bright." Dr. Lopez said.

"Oh come on Jack." Dr. Brown said disappointed.

The next day Dr. Bright walked into work with a smile on his face ready and excited for todays test.

Test 2*

Dr. Bright proceeded to enter the containment cell. And immediately SCP-953 lunged at him and yet again had him pinned.

"Didn't I advise against doing that that to me yesterday?" Dr. Blight said.

She scoffed and leaped four feet away from him. "You really are immortal, but why have you come back? Are that eager to die again?" She said.

"Didn't I say I wasn't going to give up on our friendship?" Dr. Bright said.

"You did say that, but if you follow through remains to be seen. Maybe if I take my time killing this time you'll learn your lesson." She sneered before aggressively marching towards him.

"Wait! wait wait! Lets talk just for five minutes that's all I'm asking then you can do whatever you want to me." Dr. Blight pleaded.

She stopped and crossed her arms as if she was considering it. "Fine five minutes, then I get to gut you like a fish." She said sadisticly.

They then sat on the couch to talk.

"So how come you don't like me? I personally like you quite a bit." Dr. Bright asked.

She rolled her eyes as if he shouldn't even dare ask. "What's there to like about a pitiful little human like you? If anything I liked the taste of your liver." She said with unsettling look in her eyes.

Dr. Bright frowned. "What makes me pitiful?"

The Kumiho smirked, "Humans, in general, are pitiful. Fragile, fleeting, and so easily broken. You're no different. But you, you keep coming back. What drives someone to endure repeated death willingly?"

Dr. Bright's expression shifted to a more neutral tone. "I sense a certain similarity between us. We both have a taste for mischief and, interestingly, you seem to enjoy my sense of humor. Though, I must admit, there are some lines you've crossed that I would never consider."

The Kumiho chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, Bright, we may share a penchant for mischief and a twisted sense of humor, but remember, I only see you as food nothing else, that will never change."

Jack grinned, maintaining his lighthearted demeanor. "Fair enough, Foxy. It's good to have clarity in our relationship, even if it's predator and prey. Just remember, I'm the type of meal that keeps coming back for more, like an immortal buffet. Bon appétit, I suppose."

The Kumiho's laughter echoed, her eyes shimmering with amusement. "An immortal buffet, you say? Well, Jack, perhaps you're more intriguing than I initially thought. A timeless flavor, ever-changing I'll never go hungry again."

"Well I'm glad to satisfy you in some way Foxy but if your gonna eat me can I at least ask for one thing?" Jack asked nervously.

"What is it?" She asked annoyed.

"C-could I please pet your ears?" Jack said bracing himself for death.

The Kumiho raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. "Pet my ears? You continue to surprise me Jack, fine but be quick about it."

Dr. Bright smiled broadly before reaching for her head and lightly petting her ears. At first she seemed extremely uncomfortable and irritated but soon a half smile appeared on her face and she nuzzled into his hand.

Outside the containment room the researchers were staring into the cameras with awe and shock.

"H- he's actually getting threw to her." Dr. Brown said as he stoked his white beard.

"That Jack ass is actually doing it." Dr. Adams said.

"This is remarkable." Dr. Lopez said.

"incredible." Dr. Martin said.

Inside the containment room Doctor Bright smiled and laughed. "Your kinda cute when your not ripping out my liver."

Unfortunately Dr. Blight would come to regret that decision as SCP-953 growled and proceeded to bite his arm off before ripping out his liver the researchers heard a gargled voice say. "Worth it."

"God damn it Bright..." Dr. Adams said while face palming.

"And it was going so well to." Dr. Martin said.

"Still these tests have had very intriguing results, I now see why the 05 thought this was a good idea." Dr. Lopez said.

"Indeed, Lopez these results are astonishing this is the first time SCP-953 has showed any positive emotions towards a human. Perhaps Jack could befriend her." Dr. Brown said.