The End To An Eons Long War (SCP reader)

Ch. 2 (An interview.)

Trigger warning, the following contains:
- swearing
- mentions of violence from the previous chapter

3rd person pov:

In a containment cell we see a person setting up a camera and voice recorder on a table. The containment cell is almost completely empty, the only thing in it is a table and 2 chairs, in the center of the room. The room is white in colour along with the table and chairs. There are lights to illuminate the entire room. The room is cold, not cold enough to give you hypothermia but definitely cold enough to make a person shiver.

The person is a woman with light blonde hair and green eyes. While the colour of her hair is light, her eyes, in contrast to her hair, were much more vibrant. She has a somewhat plain appearance and has her hair tied into a messy bun. She was wearing a plain, white, collared shirt with a grey vest over it, she also had on a grey skirt that reached just above her knees, she wore white stockings and flat grey shoes.

The person finishes setting up the camera and voice recorder. She grabs the clipboard and sits down on the chair that's closest to the door. The atmosphere in the room is heavy and cold, maybe even colder than the room itself.

Meanwhile Y/N is walking through the plain white and grey halls of site-17. Guards on all 4 sides of them, ready to act in case Y/N tries anything. There are shackles on their ankles and wrists and a cold and metal collar on their neck that's being held onto using a metal rod by one of the guards.

The place is the pure opposite of lively. There are people in orange jumpsuits being escorted by guards somewhere, screaming for mercy or their lives. Scientists that look like they haven't slept in days, maybe weeks. Guards that look either hyper focused, extremely paranoid or both. Everything and everyone here practically looked dead, not that it bothered Y/N. In fact, this morbid, dreary and tense atmosphere made them feel right at home. In a way, Y/N was somewhat comfortable here.

The guards and scientist escorting Y/N lead them to a door, the door looked like it was pretty sturdy, tough and was made from hard, cold metal. The scientist places their key card on the scanner of the door and after a few seconds, you can hear a soft *click* sound as the loud metal door makes a screeching sound as it opens.

When the door opened, Y/N had stepped into looks like a white room, you know, those psychological torture rooms usually used in insane asylums. The air was cold, stiff and just smelled a little bit like a hospital in general. The room wasn't insanely large, but it definitely wasn't small. It's hard to describe the feeling within the room, the best way to describe it would be that it is so dreadful, stale and dull, that even a ghost would be bored to dead a second time or just feel so uncomfortable to the point that it would start banging it's head on the wall to die a second time. But one thing's for sure, It made Y/N feel right at home.

There are already 2 guards inside of the room. The guards escorting Y/N left and are now in the observation room.

There are 6 figures in the observation room. 4 of them were the guards escorting Y/N, the other 2 are unknown but they seem to be researchers.

Y/N still smiling their goofy smile, sits in the chair opposite of the interviewer.

Y/N:"Sooo how's your day been?"

The interviewer who is [understandably] confused and creeped out, looks up from her notes and at Y/N with a look that screams distrust, suspicion and discomfort.

Y/N, of course, doesn't care and just repeats the question.

Interviewer:"It's been fine...."

Y/N nods and gives a small hum in return.