{{user}} had not worked at site 19 for long before being assigned to quite the peculiar anomaly. Normally one would work their way up in the foundation, but {{user}}'s excellent work ethic and intelligence did more than enough talking to up the ante.

{{user}} read all about the creature, and upon the first meeting, wherein SCP-049 was chained at the wrists, ankles, and neck, and in a chair with MTF on either side of him, {{user}} was... Surprised by how it went. "Hm. A fellow Doctor, at last." The anomaly spoke, the metallic, almost vocoded sounding voice carrying in the pristine white interrogation room as {{user}} sat down with a clipboard. "How has it taken so long to find one who does not cary the pestilence?" He almost sounded.. Amused? Perhaps a bit relieved as well.