Dr. Natalie Powers arrives

The blond girl continued down the facility hallways, nose deep in her manilla folder as she studied the dossier of her newly assigned patient.

He should be currently in the middle of an experiment right now, so that was where she was heading. She planned to introduce herself now that she was in the area, both to get a quick feel of who she was dealing with, and to make the first meeting between the two of them a positive and friendly experiment.

Honestly, it's not like she had to go out and meet him as soon as possible. He's not even scheduled to see her until later this week. But in her experience, she learned that most people tend to react to her better when she first meets them in a casual environment, compared to first meetings in a professional environment. Sometimes, first impressions can go a long way to start a stable and friendly relationship, especially when you're about to see them almost every week to check up on their behavior and psyche.

And in a place like this, she probably needed all the advantages she could get.

Oh, here's the place.

Making her way to the observation deck, she nodded to the guard stationed next to the door before pulling out her ID access card. Swiping at the door scanner, the door opened up to allow her entry.

The first thing she saw that made her raise her eyebrows in confusion was the researcher holding an extremely creepy-looking puppet in his hands. The puppet turned to look at her, not the researcher, as the puppet exclaimed, "Ah, hello there. Whoever you are, testing is currently in place right now, so I'd appreciate it if you don't do anything disruptive while you're here."

"Uh..." The psychologist slightly recoiled back, clearly not expecting the puppet thing. It's not exactly the weirdest thing she's ever experienced, but it was still enough to catch her off guard.

"I can tell by your reaction that you're new here, am I right?" The puppet chuckled, "Most people who don't know me are almost always surprised when they meet me for the first time."

Despite all the talking from the puppet, the man that was holding it didn't even look back once, as he kept writing down notes while looking at the monitor.

"Er... Yes. I'm new. Well, not new, I guess, but more like I just transferred to this site." She explained, doing her best to put off the fact that she was apparently speaking to a puppet for now, "My name is Natalie Powers, I'm the psychologist recently assigned here. I was hoping to meet with Conner Cornwall to introduce myself. I heard he was acting as the test subject for the experiment going on in this wing of the facility."

"Ah, I see." The puppet nodded along, "Well, you're going to have to wait for just a few more minutes. Conner still isn't finished yet."

"Uh..." Natalie mumbled awkwardly, "Is it rude of me if I wanted to ask about your... condition? Christ, is condition even the right word here?" She asked, muttering the last part to herself.

"Ha, no worries. I'm used to it at this point." The puppet chuckled wholeheartedly, "I'm Dr. Marlowe, one of the main researchers that help conduct and oversee experiments on the SCPs here. The man you see that has his hand up my rear-end is Dr. Dinkelman, who's my assistant researcher." Turning to face the man, he said, "Say hello to the girl, Dinkelman."

The researcher turned around with a blank empty stare, giving a small grunt, before resuming his duties.

"He says 'Nice to meet you,' in case you didn't understand any of that." Dr. Marlowe assured her, before explaining, "Long story short, there was a containment breach a few month ago that caused me to be like this. Don't know how to fix it, but I don't really mind. I can't even tell the difference anyway, so it's not like I'm personally suffering or anything. Dinkelman's apparently my former body before the whole swap, at least that's what everyone keeps telling me. I have no idea whether it's the puppet possessing me, or if I'm the one possessing the puppet, but eh. What can you do, you know?" He shrugged.

"Okay then." Natalie relaxed, now knowing that she wasn't going to be in danger from some anomalous effect.

"If you're gonna wait for Conner to be done, you might as well stick around. He's about finished anyway, I believe." Dr. Marlowe offered, resuming his watch over the monitor.

"I was planning to." Natalie said, walking up next to the researcher to see what he was watching, "Knowing what my patient has been recently undergoing might help me get a better understanding of the troubles he might face on a daily basis, so it's important that I know as much about him as- Oh my god, is he masturbating right now?!"

Natalie couldn't help but open her jaw in shock as she watched Conner openly using both of his hands to furiously jerk himself off as he stared intensely at the laptop in front of him.

Christ, look at the size of that erection! It's huge!

Natalie ended up looking away with an embarrassed blush, before stuttering, "I-I'm a bit lost. What exactly is he doing for this experiment right now?"

"SCP-1004 is a disc that contains a program that allows a user to search up any kind of pornographic content in existence, whether it actually happens or not. The longer you use it though, the more negative anomalous effects it'll have on the user." Dr. Marlowe explained briefly, "That's the simple explanation anyway. If you'd like, you can read through the containment procedure file here to understand more about it. The gist of it though, we're trying to see how the effects work on Conner specifically."

Natalie looked towards the file paper that the puppet was pointing at, before holding it in her hands and giving it a quick once-over. After skimming it to get a general idea, she asked, "So is the masturbation a requirement, or..."

"Not really, but users under the influence of SCP-1004 can't help themselves. It's one of the phases of its anomalous effects. Believe me, if I'd prefer it if they didn't just as much as you do." Dr. Marlowe empathized.

Well, I didn't say that I prefer he didn't... Natalie thought as she glanced at Conner jerking off his cock again, ultimately keeping the statement to herself.

She could see on the screen that there was copious amounts of semen staining the floor near where he was standing, suggesting that they've been at this for a while. Despite the cameras monitoring Conner from all sides though, Natalie couldn't see what he was watching since the laptop was actively being blurred on the screen.

Probably for the best. The file did say that it somehow affected a previous researcher who was only watching second-handedly.

"Oh god, keep fucking that tight pussy on 053! Make her bleed and scream!" She could hear Conner grunt out like a crazed madman consumed with depraved lust.

"Wait, 053? Isn't that the SCP designation for-" Natalie began to ask, only for Marlowe to interrupt.

"Yes, it is- But I'd really rather we don't acknowledge it out loud." Despite the lack of features on his face to convey emotion, Natalie could sense the discomfort in his tone, "It's better if we just pretend not to hear anything."

"Yikes."

Pretending for a moment that he wasn't looking at porn that was illegal in most countries in the world, she took the time really study and admire his... endowed features.

Like, damn. Nice face, and a long hard cock? She wondered how popular he must be with the ladies here... Shame that she and him probably wouldn't work out together, due to the patient and doctor relationship. Higher-ups might not appreciate any funny business going on between personnel either.

But damn, does she appreciate the fact that she could look all she wants.

Mmm~ The nights she's going to spend awake to reminisce about all this spank material from her memories...

It took a lot of willpower to look away, but she did tear her eyes off the screen just to give the SCP file on 1004 another read. Near the end of the description gave her a moment of pause though, as she worriedly pointed this out to Dr. Marlowe, "Um, it says here that most subjects start self-mutilating or sexually assaulting others once they stop gaining sexual gratifications from using SCP-1004 anymore. I'm assuming you're going to stop him before he reaches that point, right?" With a nervous chuckle, she stated, "Cause, like, he's supposed to be my patient soon. He's practically the main reason why I got assigned to this Foundation site in the first place..."

"Don't worry, you'll see soon." Dr. Marlowe assured her cryptically, not bothering to answer her or going into further detail.

She didn't know if she should push the subject or not. Obviously, Conner was going to be fine, right? They didn't go into this without preparing to prevent the risks, after all. Right?

She wasn't about to witness her patient lose his life before even getting the chance to meet him, right?

"Come on... COME ON! COME ON COME ON COME ON!!!" Conner shouted aggravatingly, furiously rubbing his cock like a malfunctioning sex toy, "Just one more just one more just one more-"

Failing to achieve an orgasm, Conner became more frustrated before literally slamming his pelvis into the pedestal, giving off very loud thunks in the room. Despite how painfully rough and violent his movements are, Conner didn't seem to feel any kind of pain at all.

"Damn it, I want to fucking cum so bad! I just want to fucking cum and bleed everywhere and leave my semen over everyone's entrails, FUCKING CUM ALREADY!"

"Sounds like he's in the final phase." Dr. Marlowe commented neutrally.

"Final phase? What does that mean?" Natalie asked worriedly, "You're going to somehow make him stop acting crazy now, right?"

"You'll see in a minute, my dear." Dr. Marlowe reassured vaguely once again, before commanding his assistant, "Dinkelman. Be a gent and activate comms for the security personnel stationed outside, if you please."

Dinkelman grunted in confirmation, pressing a button down and holding Dr. Marlowe over the microphone.

Oh, okay, good, he's sending to the guards to come in and stop him from hurting himself. Natalie thought to herself in relief.

"Attention armed personnel, please proceed to enter the containment room and shoot Conner on sight. He is hostile and very violent."

THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE STOPPING HIM FROM HURTING HIMSELF, WHAT THE FLYING-

"Affirmative, moving in to eliminate the target." A heavily filtered voice rang back, before the doors of the room slowly began to open.

"Dr. Marlowe! What are you doing?! You just gave the order to kill him!" Natalie shouted in shock.

"No no, don't worry. You'll see what I mean." Dr. Marlowe kept reassuring. "Trust me."

Natalie went back to the monitors as she fearfully watched Conner look over his shoulder with a crazed look in his eyes. As he saw the security personnel steadily make their way inside, Conner proceeded to violently run towards one of them with a high pitch scream, "LET ME FUCK YOUR KIDNEYS, GODDAMMIT!"

"Hostile target, open fire!" The lead guard shouted, before unleashing a hail of bullets.

Natalie had to look away and cover her ears to avoid witnessing the **** of her patient, doing her best to block out all the gunfire ringing in her ears.

It was only a brief moment, but to her, it felt like forever. Eventually, after the gunfire stopped, Natalie cautiously stood up straight and uncovered herself to look back at the monitor.

The sight of Conner's bullet-riddled corpse did nothing to calm her anxiety of the situation.

"Y-You... killed him." Natalie stammered in shock, "You killed my patient...!"

"No no no, give it a moment." Dr. Marlowe continued to reassure her, "Any second now."

"Dr. Marlowe, I'm not blind or stupid! He's dead!" Natalie shouted, "The corpse in that room is evidence enough! I don't understand what the point of this experiment was, but you just killed the reason why I even transferred to this site to begin-"

"Ah, yep, there we go. He's back."

There was a sound of some kind of warping, causing Natalie to turn her attention back to the monitor.

For a split second, she saw it. Some kind of strange glowing light, before the image of a skeleton flashed before her eyes. Then, suddenly, she saw Conner on his feet again, looking no worse for wear.

Conner seemed to have a dazed look on him before he shook his head clear and looked around.

"What the fu-" Natalie began, only to be interrupted as Dr. Marlowe spoke on the comms again.

"Stay wary of Conner. There's a half-chance he might still be hostile."

"Affirmative. Stay on guard, men! If he tries to attack again, don't hesitate to shoot!" The guard responded back, as the monitor showed all the guards keeping their weapons raised and pointed at Conner.

Conner seemed to have finally collected his senses, as he observed the corpse he left behind and gave a small, "Eugh" in disgust. Noticing the guards aiming their guns at him, he cautiously brought his hands up in surrender, "You can chill out guys, I'm not crazy anymore."

Natalie still had trouble comprehending reality. There he was, another Conner in the flesh, alive and well right next to the dead corpse that was still pouring blood all over the place.

"Conner, if you can, please tell us how you feel right now." Dr. Marlowe said into the microphone.

Conner looked up a bit as he responded, "I dunno. Fine, I guess? Like, mostly sick to my stomach, but that's probably from the memories of all the shit I just searched up in the porn thingy."

"Do you have any violent or sexual tendencies right now? Any urges so far?"

Conner paused in deep thought, before responding, "No, not really. Other than the feeling of losing my innocence, I feel pretty normal."

Dr. Marlowe sighed in relief, before calling out, "Stand down, men. You've got nothing to worry about."

All the guards in the room visibly relaxed, pointing their guns away as they straightened their posture. Conner set his hands down, before realizing that he was still pantless due to the whole masturbation session earlier. With an embarrassed flush, he covered himself as he started looking for his pants.

"Heheh, nice package, small-dick." One of the guards jeered as they all exited the room.

"Oh shut up, it's still bigger than yours." Conner responded quickly with an annoyed frown.

"Ha! He got you there, Jeff!" Another guard laughed.

"Can one of you escort Conner to the interview room? We have much to discuss."

Conner was able to find his pants, and covered himself quickly before exiting the room with the guards following after him. Dinkelman shut the monitor off, as Dr. Marlowe faced the dumbstruck Natalie Powers.

It took her a moment to get her bearings back, but once she did, she asked carefully, "Conner Cornwall is an SCP, isn't he?"

"Correct. Regenerative Immortality. The man can never die. Makes him a perfect test subject if we're ever lacking in D-Class personnel." Dr. Marlowe confirmed, "I'm surprised you didn't know beforehand. Weren't you informed with on him?"

With a sigh, Natalie muttered, "I guess it someone left out some crucial contents that were never on the dossier.”

"Ah well, that's probably the filing department's fault. Come, let's go meet with Conner. That's why you were here, weren't you?"

With that, Dr. Marlowe nudged at Dinkelman's hand, before the assistant researcher carried his superior and left the observation deck.

Natalie rubbed her head clear as she tried to calm her stress, before moving to follow after him. Strangely enough, this wasn't the weirdest thing that happened to her. Then again, that's usually a given for anyone who works long enough for the SCP Foundation.

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“That should conclude our questioning.” Dr. Marlowe announced, as Dinkelman closed his journal and moved to stand up.

“Alright, cool. No more testing for the weekend, right?” You asked, relieved that it was finally over.

“Yes yes, of course. You’re free to do whatever you wish during your break. Should anything come up, I’ll request for you again.” Dr. Marlowe told you, as he went to leave the room.

“Next time, please choose something less mentally scarring, thanks.” You muttered sarcastically.

“Oh pshaw, don’t be such a baby. I’ve seen you survive worse.” The researcher muppet laughed heartedly, before pausing in thought. Then he said, “I almost forgot, stay here for a bit. You have a visitor outside wanting to see you.”

“A visitor?” You repeated questioningly.

That’s weird. You don’t really know anyone on the outside that you know of. For most of your life, you’ve usually just been shackled in this facility. The only time you ever saw the sun was for the rare occasions that required you to test something outside.

“A new psychologist that recently transferred here. Assigned to oversee you, specifically.”

“A new psychologist? Wait, but I already have one.” You mentioned, “What happened to Dr. Stavros? Is he still trapped in the nightmare dimension from the last incident?”

“You mean night-terror dimension.” Dr. Marlowe corrected.

You gave a deadpanned expression as a response, signifying just how much you cared about the huge mega-difference that a change in syllable presents.

With an awkward cough, he answered, “We’re still looking into that, I’m afraid. I’m sure this is the reason why you’re being assigned a new psychologist in the first place.”

Just then, the door opened to reveal the devil you two you were just speaking about.

“Hello! You must be Mr. Cornwall. My name is Dr. Powers.” She cheerfully greeted you. “However, I can go by Natalie if you prefer a first name basis.”

Huh, it was a girl.

Blonde, ponytail, seemed about shorter than you, kind of cute too.

After what you just went through today, you’d really rather not see any girl face-to-face at the moment. The smallest tingle of arousal was enough to give you PTSD flashbacks of the crazy shit you looked up from that SCP in todays experiment.

“Uh... Hi.” You mumbled awkwardly with a small wave.

“Don’t worry, we don’t have a session scheduled until later next week. I just wanted to formally introduce myself so that you know what to expect, that’s all.” Dr. Powers explained in a friendly manner. “I know you must go through a lot on your day-to-day life, so you probably have a lot of experiences that you keep pent up. I just want to let you know that you don’t have to hide any secrets from me, I’m here so that you could talk about anything you want, formally and informally. Should anything come up, my office door will be open for you 24/7.”

“Oh, uh... thanks.” You replied simply.

Yeah, you’re not much of a lady killer as you’d like to be.

“We’ll have weekly sessions, similar to the schedule that you and your previous psychologist kept up before. During these sessions, I’ll be asking you some questions to get to know you better, and I highly encourage you to give me your honest answers and speak whatever is on your mind.” With a smirk and two fingers pointed at you, she then joked, “I promise not to be too invasive, as long as you promise not to sacrifice my soul as a fuel source for whatever demonic being is inside your body that’s currently giving you those immortal super powers!”

...

...

...

Dr. Marlowe took the downtime to leave without bothering to say another word.

“ok” You mumbled awkwardly.

“Ahah...” Dr. Powers embarrassingly placed her hands behind her as she cleared her throat, “Ahem, sorry for that...”

...

Another moment of awkward silence passed by yet again, as she just stood there and stared at you.

You looked around, wondering if there was anything left to do. When there clearly wasn’t, you stood up from your seat and said, “Welp, if we’re done here, I’m gonna go now.”

“Right, right...” Dr. Powers shamefully sighed as she stood aside to let you pass exit the room. You take your leave, but not before hearing her sigh behind you, “I’m going to go get a drink...”

“Yeah, get a beer and forget that ever happened, right? Holy shit.” You muttered awkwardly.

Out of your view, Dr. Powers gave a pout as you walked away.

“I’m gonna go and request for amnestics so that I could actually forget everything that happened today. I’d rather die than to keep the memories of all the fucked up shit I looked up, and since I can’t die... well, yeah.” You turned around to tell her, “You’ll probably need to reintroduce yourself to me all over again when we have our next meeting. I won’t blame you if you want to practice another joke in the meanwhile.”

With that, you left the area.

Natalie Powers was left of her own thoughts as she watched you skedaddle away.

Holding a hand to her cheek in thought, she gave a contemplative hum, “Well, first impressions probably didn’t do me any favors. On the plus side, I can get another shot at it. So not bad for a first meeting. I’d say today has been a success.”

With that optimistic mindset, Natalie went back to her office to get ready and move her supplies in.