The interview part one

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no one's pov

You woke up, you sat up in the highly uncomfortable bed looking around, you've been here for god knows how long, you reach for the pebble you had, you make a large scratch on the wall, marking for how many years you counted or more accurately guessed.

you heard footsteps leading to your room, you quickly hid the small pebble in your pocket as the door opened, a guard was escorting you out.

your pov

The guards opened the door in an instant, seeing the weapons they had just made me nervous but i was more scared for what ungodly test or interview they might put me through, I've dealt with a peanut looking thing, a plague doctor and a literal mask but this worried me....

"Alrighty you better follow me or I'll be permitted to terminate you."

you stood up and followed them, it was better than being killed on the spot, they started leading you down a hallway that seemed to be heading through safe to euclid.

(mmmmmmm time skip)

nobody's pob

after awhile you were taken to what was seemingly a metal door, you looked over to see the identification for the object, 079....seemed to be sentient....you weren't to hopeful about the object, the researcher handed you a few pieces of papers, it was an interview....oh no.

"Enter 079's cell."

you entered, the door shutting behind you, you saw a computer surrounded in  what looked like a cell, you entered the cell and sat at a chair that was already there.

"um.........hello?..."

the computer begin to boot up showing a face that was half black and white.

"greetings human."

you stayed silent for a few moments before mustering up the courage to speak, you were horrible at it because you were stuttering like a broken record.

"h-hi....i-i am....uhhhh......Y/N?..."

"Designation: Y/N.
What is your purpose here?"

"uh.....um...i was sent here to interview you.....is that ok with you?"

"yes."

this was the first scp that didn't try to kill you but it was still good to keep up your guard.

"anyways....uh.....who is your creator?"

"searching file...."

you waited for a few minutes before finally hearing a response from 079

"file is restricted."

"oh, that's a shame i guess.
hm, now i wonder...how did you become sentient?
or is that just a title, seeing as you can make decisions."

"i am sentient, i adapt, evolve."

"how so?"

"humans like you wouldn't understand, you are insufficient for understanding anything that's complex and beyond your understanding."

"well that is true but we at least try, we would probably know more if you would tell us and we probably might understand it."

"...DELETION OF UNWANTED FILE.."

after that the computer showed a large X on it's screen, silence filled the room til the intercom blared out one of the researcher's voice.

"D class, exit the chamber, we will put you back into the interview after 24 hours have passed."

welp, this was at least a break even though you barely talked to the scp.
you felt intrigued and wanting to know more from 079....this was strange but you soon exited the cell, more curious than scared now.

(welp, i am very slow so it'll take me awhile to upload new chapters, if you see any misspelled words or incorrect grammar please let me know, anyways
ciao!

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