You were an entity, you were considered dangerous by the SCP Foundation, so they snatched you up, gave you a number, and locked you away. Now you never wanted to hurt anyone despite your…..gifts, so the foundation was very lenient with you, allowing you to roam about the facility on weekends, and having a very nice cell.

One day, a researcher, accompanied by two MTF guards, entered your cell, he said you were going to do some cross testing with an entity known as SCP-049, The Plague Doctor. They brought you to the Doctor’s cell, opened the door, pushed you in, and shut the door right behind you.

The room was very nice, similar to yours, well furnished, with lots of bookshelves, a comfy looking bed, and even a small bar, but it was different because not only was it much larger, but it also had lots of scientific and medical equipment in the center of the room. Working at a table was who you assumed to be the Doctor. She was quite interesting (just look at the description I don’t feel like writing her whole appearance here), and then she noticed you.

SCP-049: Oh, you must be the one I’m supposed to cross test with today, lovely.

Her voice was smooth and beautiful, with a slight British accent, it was almost hypnotic