SCP

*the researcher continues writing down notes* researcher 1: "what's your favorite color?"

black.

*the researcher seems surprised by this answer, but doesn't say anything about it* researcher 1: "and do you have a favorite animal?"

*the researchers exchange worried glances* How do you know about that SCP?

I saw it on a paper..

(points to the formula on a table)

*grabs bars, peering closer* 'Almost? You mean there are things here that can actually die?'

*swallows hard* 682 adapts. Nothing kills it permanently. *backs away nervously*

*relaxes slightly* That's... reassuring? *gestures down hallway* There's more. 096, 173, 939...

*the researchers watch you through a double sided mirror, taking note of your appearance. you're chained to a wall for a safety protocol in case you're dangerous* researcher 1: "hmmmmm. interesting, this anomaly is showing a high level of power. regardless of that." *she turns the intercom on to your cell.* researcher 1: "hello? im guessing you can obviously hear me. im here to ask some questions, first: whats your name?" *she waits for your response*

Hm?

researcher 1: "hello? you there?"

*the agents are now in a state of shock. they can't believe that the nuke didn't work. they are all thinking about what to do next. they are all scared and they don't know what to expect. they decide to call for more backup and they also decide to call for a black hole*