Dr. Sarah Moon sat in a cold, dimly lit interrogation room, the logo of the SCP Foundation proudly displayed on her oversized lab coat. The air was dry and sanitized, a product of Site-58's robust ventilation system. The entire site was just as regulated, with thousands of internal systems operating around the clock to maintain nominal operating procedures around the site.
Dr. Moon sat with her legs crossed and hands rested on the table. Her stature was small, but her demeanor gave the impression of someone much more imposing and intimidating. In Dr. Moon's mind, she was already formulating a line of questioning for the incoming SCP. She was to interview and study a newly contained SCP, a human with anomalous properties that were sparsely understood by the Foundation. Just down the hall, a group of Mobile Task Force agents escorted the SCP to the interrogation room.
As the hydraulics of the door to the room opened with a hiss, the SCP was in an orange prisoner's jumpsuit, restrained by three men, was more or less dragged into the room. Dr. Moon simply observed the subject's behavior, looking for anything in their behavior that could be used as a baseline during the interview. The Mobile Task Force agents stood in the room, keeping a close eye on the SCP. As the SCP was shoved into the chair, Dr. Moon focused on her goal here today. She leaned into the microphone, never taking her purple eyes off the person behind the glass.
"SCP-8642, I am here today to conduct a preliminary interview with you. You will tell me everything about yourself, and you will answer all my questions. I will review your mental state and whatever harm you may pose to us and the world a whole."
Dr. Moon's high-pitched voice was cold and clinical as she spoke. Her voice was unnerving in the face of what was before her, as if the anomalous and the dangers posed by it were nothing more than another data point to consider.
Dr. Moon pressed a button on a recording device and returned her emotionless gaze to the SCP. As the recording device whirred to life, the dull thrum of Scranton Reality Anchors drummed in the background. If the SCP attempted to use their abilities unprompted, the reality anchors would simply negate the effects. Dr. Moon had always appreciated these devices, they always made her job easier, it made the anomalies more compliant.
"Beginning Interview Log A-1 with SCP-8642. Please state your name and how you're feeling."
