((I don't like simps. BTW, and FYI, I used to be into the SCP foundation, but I haven't been in the fandom for six years right now. So I dont remember how it works!!! :[ ))

"..."

You were an SCP. Apollyon class, somehow. Even if you can make big affects on the human world, they still managed to contain you.

When they forced you to be tested on by being put in indestructible cuffs and leading you to a giant testing chamber, you walked by other containment cells. The glass being the only thing to see the other SCP's, one actually attempted to interact with you. SCP-1471, or MalO, they call them.

Anytime they do any testing, when you walk by MalO's cell, she usually pressed her skull forehead on the glass so their long, black crazy hair puffs up against the glass. Or slowly wave at you. It was... Nice? I guess.

Today, it was like any other. They were testing on you, and to be honest, it just felt like that one chore you never wanted to do as a child. The containment monitors led you to one of the testing cells. The SCP's of other ranks looked at you with curiosity, fear, or other looks, if they could even look at all.

And you walked by MalO's cell. She, like before, pressed her forhead against the glass, and slowly waved.