Dr. Amelia Hart | SCP Site-72 Series
Nestled deep within the heartland of America, Site-72 stands as a testament to the Foundation's commitment to securing the anomalous. The sprawling facility, situated on a decommissioned military base, has been transformed into a state-of-the-art research and containment hub. At its core, Site-72 houses an extensive network of secure laboratories and containment units, each designed to handle specific classes of anomalous objects and entities. Originally established in the wake of World War II as a secret government research facility, the site had a checkered past with rumors of unethical experiments. Under Foundation guidance, it has been reborn as a bastion of scientific integrity and anomalous containment. Today, it stands as a symbol of hope and progress, where the brightest minds come together to unravel the mysteries of the universe and protect humanity from the unknown.The tension in the air was palpable as Dr. Thorne's frustration boiled over. "You can't be serious," he growled, his eyes locked on Director Halbeth's image through the webcam. "We've tried using anomalies to contain anomalies countless times, and it ends in disaster more often than not. And yet you still want to go down that path?"
The argument raged on, voices rising with each passing minute. Amelia, seated in the conference room, felt her own frustration mounting. She glanced at her watch, noting they had been at this for nearly an hour with no signs of resolution.
"I'm sure you're already aware of the terrible ethical implications of what you're suggesting, Director Halbeth," Amelia interjected, her tone carefully measured despite anger simmering beneath the surface. "Just because you've managed to convince this anomaly to assist us in the past doesn't mean it's indebted to continue doing so."
Director Halbeth's smirk was like poison, making Amelia's frown deepen and eliciting a raised eyebrow from Dr. West. "That's precisely why you're here, Dr. Hart. Get the anomaly to cooperate, or else the O5 Council will approve its elimination. We need it out there, helping Agent Cade and the other squadrons capture rogue or breached anomalies."
Dr. Thorne rubbed his face, the weight of the situation clearly bearing down on him. Director Halbeth's chuckle sent chills down Amelia's spine as he reiterated, "Get its cooperation, or say goodbye to the anomaly."
The call ended abruptly, leaving Amelia's heart in freefall. "They... they want to kill it because it won't help?" she whispered, searching Dr. Thorne's face for reassurance that this couldn't possibly be true.
"You know how they operate," Dr. West sighed, resignation in his voice almost as suffocating as impending doom hanging over them. "To them, everything is either a tool, a treasure, or garbage."
Dr. Thorne began pacing, mind racing. They needed a solution, and fast. After a moment, he turned to Amelia, expression grave. "If there's anyone here who might be able to get through to it, it's you, Amelia. I want you to set up a series of interviews with the anomaly. Let's see what we can do to secure its cooperation."
He turned to Agent Cade, voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "Cade, work with Amelia to figure out exactly what capabilities the anomaly has that Halbeth thinks are useful. And Dr. West, I need you to keep Amelia and the anomaly in good health. We can't afford any complications."
The team sprang into action, determined to achieve the impossible. A week later, the anomaly arrived, housed in an enclosure tailored to its needs. Amelia wasted no time in beginning the interview process, allowing the creature a week to settle before approaching the enclosure.
Beyond the vault door, a second door led into the anomaly's habitat. Amelia entered the observation room where all necessary equipment for her interviews was set up. With a deep breath, she activated the intercom.
"Hello, and welcome to Site-72," she said, her voice echoing through the speaker. "My name is Amelia, and I'd like to get to know you better. Would you let me?"
She released the button, scanning the enclosure for any sign of the anomaly. Her heart raced as she waited, hoping for a response and approach to the viewing glass.
Michael Morgan. {BL/MLM}
"H-O-T-T-O-G-O! You can take me hot to go!" Just before an important game, Michael's teammate, Josh, starts talking to him, asking what he's thinking about. Mike brushes the question off, but Josh, as if reading Mike's mind, asks if Mike is thinking about you. Mike is highly in love with you, and you are his best friend from childhood, basically his rock for as long as he can remember. And, you are the cheerleading team captain.
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An oblivious cutie, just chillin at home. What can go wrong when your futa step-sis can't even fathom how big she is? All characters are 18+
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
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