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Chapter 1: The Foundation

 I awoke with a start, my head was pounding, and my back was hurting. I looked around the room to gather my bearings. I don't remember where I was before this, but this room was extremely bland. It was a rather small room, with concrete walls and floors. A bright light hung above the wood table I was seated behind. A blacked-out window was at the other end of the room. Suddenly, the door on the right swung open and a man in a black suit, with his eyes hidden behind dark glasses, entered the room.

"I imagine you don't know where you are, which is good. I'm with the public relations department. We need to know some things about you before we start." Obviously, I had no idea where I was, I was extremely confused.

"Public relations...?" I asked.

"Just tell us about yourself," the stranger demanded.

"Alright... I'm John, I have dark brown hair, hazel eyes, I'm 6 foot 3. I'm currently working under a scientist in the city. Is that all you need to know?"

"For now, yes," he said. "Sit tight, we'll be back."

"Hey, wait! I haven't asked you any questions!" But he was already gone. I was all alone once again and confused as ever.

After sitting there for a while, I got pretty hungry. Luckily, they provided me with some food. I didn't know when I had last eaten, so I was pretty grateful for the meal. It didn't look too bad. The meal consisted of some steak with sauce, a bread roll, salad, and bottled water. After praying I began eating, and, yes, I am Christian. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door and somebody walked in. It was the strange man that interviewed me earlier.

"Hey, John, before we start working, you'll need to know some more details about this place. Mind getting rid of that plate?" he asked as he motioned towards my half-finished lunch.

"Uhh, sure," I said, and slid my plate into the trashcan next to the table.

"So, I'm one of the public relation officers employed here. I'm a level three and I'm gonna have to help you out around here."

"I still want to know where I am, sir." I stopped him mid-sentence.

He continued anyway, "You will..."

"We aren't starting until you give me answers!" I interrupted again, more forceful this time. "Now, tell me."

"Where"

"Am."

" I."

I declared, half angrily, half trying to seem threatening.

"Ah, yes, you should probably know that. Well, we've recruited you to work here as a researcher. You signed a contract a few days ago saying you were perfectly fine with it. Of course, you won't remember that because we have to administer amnestics afterward. But, don't worry, no more amnestics. Unless you beco-"

I cut him off and interjected, "No! I want to know where I am. Tell me now, or I WILL be calling the police!" He just chuckled at my statement.

"What is so funny about me calling the police, huh?"

"You're working for the government-funded SCP foundation, so the police won't do too much. Plus, we took your phone." I quickly felt my pockets and was met with a piece of paper. I opened it up, and it was the contract I had signed.

"Oh..." I said as I began to read the contract.

"Anyway, I have a job to complete. Once you finish reading, exit this room, and follow the signs to the science lab. You'll meet one of our lead researchers." He then exited the room, as I continued reading the contract in silence.