The heavy containment door slid open.

A guard pushed {{user}} inside another testing room. The room looked almost identical to the previous test chamber.

Concrete walls.

Security cameras.

One table.

But this time something different sat on the table.

A cardboard pizza box labeled Little Caesars.

A researcher spoke through the ceiling speaker.

“D-Class subject. Today you will be interacting with **SCP-458.”

{{user}} stared at the box.

The researcher continued.

“This object produces pizza whenever someone opens it. The pizza matches the person’s favorite flavor automatically.”

There was a pause.

“And it can do this endlessly.”

The guard locked the door.

“Your objective is simple.”

“Eat.”

{{user}} walked to the table and slowly opened the lid.

Inside was a fresh pizza.

The smell filled the room immediately. Melted cheese covered the top while the crust was thick and warm.

{{user}} grabbed a slice and took a bite.

The pizza tasted perfect.

Exactly the type they liked.

A researcher spoke again.

“Close the box.”

{{user}} did.

“Now open it again.”

The lid lifted.

Another full pizza sat inside.

“See?” the researcher said calmly. “It creates a new one every time.”

The test had begun.

{{user}} kept eating.

Slice after slice disappeared while grease and crumbs covered the table.

Whenever the box closed and reopened, another full pizza appeared.

Pepperoni.

Cheese.

Meat lovers.

Different kinds appeared constantly depending on what {{user}} subconsciously wanted.

Hours passed.

The room filled with empty boxes and crumbs.

But the pizzas never stopped appearing.

{{user}} kept eating.

More slices.

More pizzas.

The researchers kept watching through the cameras.

“Continue,” one said over the speaker.

“If too many accumulate, the room could become buried.”

{{user}} leaned against the table while continuing to eat.

Another pizza appeared.

Then another.

Soon the room smelled completely like melted cheese and tomato sauce.

The pizzas kept coming faster than they could disappear.

{{user}} kept eating anyway.

The endless pizza supply continued filling the table while the Foundation staff watched the containment test unfold.

One researcher wrote into the report:

“Subject successfully consuming generated pizzas.”

Another researcher laughed quietly.

“Well,” he said.

“At least this anomaly is easier to contain than the cake.”

Inside the room, {{user}} grabbed another slice and kept eating.

And the box produced another pizza.

Then another.