SCP-049-J × Reader; Fledgling

Ch. 1: Introductions

Key;
M/N = Male Name. Remember this as this will be one of your nicknames throughout this book.

You gathered your papers together as you set off towards the room where you would be interviewing your first SCP; At least the first one you'd be alone in the room with. There of course would be people watching, to make sure what happened to Dr. Hamm doesn't happen to you, however, that didn't mean you'd still be alone in the room with your assigned SCP. You hadn't been very pleased with the one selected and assigned to you, but you knew better than to mouth off about your complaints. You kept your mouth shut and dealt with it. You knew you had to if you wanted to keep your ass out of danger and in your position & Status. You didn't want to end up being shot down; or worse, being stripped of your status and converted to a mere D-Class. You knew what happened to them all eventually if they were unlucky enough to survive all of their tests, and you didn't want to end up in that position. As you neared the interview room, you saw at least three guards walk in with the SCP. You would have thought the original one would require more guards; as they were highly dangerous, and had triple the intelligence of the one you were about to interact with, but now you supposed not, considering how their physical strength would at least match that of the guards, MTF & NTF of the facility. And as you could tell by now of how calm they seemed around the guards guns, they had little to no fear of you or your colleagues; despite them likely being able to die with 1-2 gunshots if they were landed in the right spots. As far as everyone knew, though, this SCP had no organs, no heart, nothing. So it would physically be impossible for it to be living as a moving, breathing entity. Mostly consisting of plant matter, as studies on it had shown, it showed no possible way for it to be able to move around as it does. It didn't have any bones, either. No structure for it to be able to stand up right. But you had grown used to things that didn't make sense over the past 11 months. Right. Here you go.

You situated yourself in your chair, trying to present yourself as professional, even if this SCP seemed to know no standards. It kept it's head down, and it's gaze strictly to the floor. It seemed almost as if it were in sorrow, and not wanting to show the pain it felt through it's eyes. You ignored this at first, however, as you started off with a simple introduction. "Greetings, SCP-049-J. I am Dr. Thorn, but you may call me by M/N." You said, sitting up straight, and keeping your gaze safely on the SCP.
"Oh, Innocent Doctor. You must know that I do not go by that. My birth name is quite different from what they prefer to call me here. Of course, my name does start with a J, but that doesn't give you all the right to give me a completely different name than what Father did." The SCP uttered in a scowl that you could physically see. You could tell by their voice that they were annoyed already.
You shifted slightly, a little annoyed yourself. An SCP didn't have the rights to tell you what rights you had. They had little understanding of anything in this world, as far as you knew. With a small huff and a sigh, you let it go and continued. "Right..." You began, making eye contact with their face, yet not being able to locate their eyes. "You should already know why you're here, but in case it flew straight over your head, we are here to ask you a few questions."
"Go on..." The SCP's voice softened slightly, as they folded their hands on their lap. At least from what you could hear, as you heard the chains of their hand-cuffs rattle a bit, and you could make out the sound of their skin rubbing together before it went quiet again.
"Well then. First off, why did you breach containment on October 19th?" You asked, glancing down at your papers for follow up questions for if the SCP didn't give a detailed reason.
"I wanted to visit Father." SCP-049-J responded, lifting their head slightly.
"Why didn't you request to see him?" You asked, raising a brow.
"I knew you'd all deny my request." It said simply, looking back at you, now.
"And how did you know this if you didn't ask?" You began to question, lowering your brow and giving the SCP a serious look.
"You've denied them all before. I gave up on asking." They said, glaring at you.
"And how can we prevent you from wanting to breach again?" You continued your questioning, tapping the table with your fingers as you waited for their answer.
"Give me something to look forward to, instead of leaving me bored out of my mind for days on end, wishing I were dead or somewhere else. Give me something to do in containment. Switch things up every few days. Enrichment. I only plan my escapes because I have nothing better to do. Even a rubber ball or two would be better than nothing." It responded, closing it's eyes for a few seconds.
"The foundation wouldn't be able to afford to keep giving you different things every few days." You said harshly, remaining seated up right and confident in your answer.
"If your foundation can afford guns and equipment better than that of the deadliest army in the world, I would think that they would be able to afford enrichment for a single SCP, as you call us all." SCP-049-J hissed, shaking their head slightly at you.