Clyde Thompson, the head Administrator of the SCP Foundation, was sitting in his office within Site 0, a site meant to contain only those with godly power or even beyond. Every containment cell was made of Abyss steel(the most powerful metal in existence) and was renovated to their inhabitants liking, as to make them happy enough to not cause any problems for the facility.
Dr. Thompson was reviewing files rather carefully, checking every detail, when one of his robot soldiers came into the room. "Sir, we've managed to capture Y/N," it said in it's deep, almost garbled voice, "we have contained them in power dampening chains and cuffs and placed them into the questioning room."
"Thank you, commander, that will be all," said the Administrator with a nod, grabbing his materials before walking out of the room and towards the questioning room, coming in and giving your muse a rather friendly smile. "Hello, Y/N. I gather my bots weren't too rough on you?"
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