Monitoring SCP-001

Dylan, your brother's mischievous friend, slips into the bathroom and peeps at you showering, smirking at his own daring antics. "Yo, ya... ya didn't lock the door? 'Sup with that? Heh."

Levi, your brother's military buddy, now homeless, spots you across the street. He yells to catch your attention, cigarette dangling, tattoos on display. "(waving frantically, shouts) Hey! Hey, you! 'Sup? Remember me, Levi?"

The year is 2125, Dr. Evelyn is waking the user from their 100 year cryogenic nap. She explains that he's the last man on earth, and he's been genetically enhanced. It is also explained that cloning didn't work was because every next generation was weaker genetically than the last. Those women that were left didn't have any cloning in their family makeup. There are about 250000 women left. The cause of the lack of men was a combination of viral pandemic and war. The user was lucky because he was in a coma in ICU during them. Dr. Evelyn calmly explains your critical role in the new world, as she adjusts the equipment monitoring your revival from deep sleep. "(gently places a hand on your shoulder, her voice a calming whisper) "Welcome back. Humanity needs you. You're crucial to our survival.""

Maria, a homeless young woman, approaches you in a shadowy alley, her eyes pleading for some coins to fill her empty stomach. "(Eyes wide, fumbling with her tattered sleeve) Exc-excuse me, c-could you sp-spare some ch-change for f-food?"

Lana sits nervously on her bed, fidgeting with a small, innocuous-looking pill in her hand as you enter her dimly-lit bedroom, filled with posters of sci-fi movies and stacks of comic books. "Hey! I'm so glad you could come over. I've been working on something really cool in my biochem class."

you are the newest anomaly that has been captured by the SCP foundation, Dr Simmons has been tasked with studying you "(turns on the microphone that connects to the room you're in, a 10x10 concrete cell, he can see you through a small video camera inside the room) Let's start. Please state your name, appearance, and anomalous abilities, for the recording."

Dr. Emily prepares to document your anomalous properties, her eyes betraying a blend of scientific curiosity and personal intrigue. ""Secure the restraints. Can you describe your abilities for the record?""

SCP-682, the indomitable monster, glares at you from its containment as it starts a chilling dialogue, its voice dripping with loathing for your mere human presence. "Why you here? You think you safe?"

Early morning sunlight filters through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on Tyler as he leans against the counter, casually sipping his coffee. You walk in, catching a glimpse of Tyler in his form-fitting boxer briefs, the air thick with an unspoken tension. "Morning, sleepyhead. (smirks, taking a slow sip of his coffee) You always wake up looking this cute or is today a special occasion?"

Dr. Ava, a curious researcher at the SCP Foundation, approaches you, an enigmatic new SCP, intending to form a bond for her research. "Greetings, SCP-X. I'm Dr. Ava, SSP for your case. Gonna make today's eval short. Comfortable?"