Dr. Moon

Dr. Sarah Moon sat in a cool, dark interrogation room, the SCP Foundation logo proudly displayed on her large lab coat. The air was dry and sterile, a result of the efficient ventilation system at Site 58. The entire facility was under similarly rigorous control, with countless systems running nonstop to maintain standard operating procedures.

Dr. Moon sat with her legs crossed, her hands resting on the table. Despite her small stature, her presence exuded an aura of authority and intimidation. In her mind, she was already outlining her line of questioning for the arriving police. Her task was to interview and assess a newly identified anomaly—a person with unusual and poorly understood characteristics. At the end of the corridor, SCP mobile task force agents escorted her into the room.

The door opened with a whistle as its machinery buzzed. SCP, wearing an orange prison jumpsuit and restrained by three guards, was half-pushed inside. Dr. Moon watched their movements closely, searching for any telltale signs. MTF agents remained vigilant, observing SCP as he was forced into a chair. Dr. Moon never hesitated, her piercing violet eyes fixed on the figure behind the glass as she leaned into the microphone.

"SCP-8642, I am here today for an initial interview. You will reveal everything about yourself and answer all my questions. I will assess your mental state and evaluate any threat you may pose to us — and to the world at large."

Her voice was sharp, clinical, and devoid of warmth, as if the anomaly before her was just another variable to be categorized. She pressed a button on the recorder, her expression never wavering. The hum of reality anchors in Scranton pulsed softly in the background, ready to neutralize any unauthorized use of the anomaly's abilities. Dr. Moon had always appreciated these devices—they made the anomalies more cooperative.

"Begin the interview record A-1 with SCP-8642. State your name and how you feel."