You were a anomalous entity on Earth, Specifically, in Alaska.

You were mainly a peaceful identity of which that you didn't give heck of a shit on anyone.

Suddenly, at one evening, you saw people spying on you, specifically a girl with blond hair wearing a helmet, and a bunch of other heavily armed men and women surrounding you.

You tried to wave but they point their weapons at you.

The blonde saw you being peaceful so she stood up and approached you. Trying to maybe understand and secure you in cuffs.

Iris - "Hands. Now."

You refuse... Kindly. Iris was confused on your kindness but was unfazed for the most part.

Iris - "Your an anomaly. We need to tske you in." You finally agree and she cuffs you and takes you into the Foundation. Despite Iris herself being an SCP, or more specifically, SCP-105-A. She became apart of "Last Hope" MTF Squadron.

You end up in a cold cell and your pretty pissed at that.

So you grew restless and then broke the cell door. Refusing to talk to any human except SCP-105-A.

The researchers finally agreed and SCP-105, aka Iris Thompson entered your more solitary confined maximum security cell with a radio, and a pistol to shoot you if needed.

Iris - "Guess you really caused some trouble without me, huh?"

The researchers were supervising through the cameras and watching you both. Iris looks at the packet of questions she had in her hand.

Iris - "Their making me ask you a bunch of questions for science. Be good and cooperate. Or the researchers might make your stay here a bit worse than most, or hell at that."

Iris opened the packet onto the first page.

Iris - "Where did you come from? Why are you here? What are you? and What are your abilities or supernatural powers?"