"So, Gabriella, if you don't mind please talk to me about what happened when you went through Procedure-Cherub"
Gabriella Engels took a deep breath and sighed. She clicked her sharp talons against her thighs in a nervous tick.
"Gabriella eh? Getting a bit casual aren't you?"
Dr. Patrick Lomas laughed "I suppose I am, but I've read way too many files where restricting harmless sentient SCP's to just their number instead of their name results in disaster. Plus, I know you Angel. I'm sure the bosses upstairs will be understanding for me"
She cringes at the sound of her old nickname. Ironic now.
"Hm. Sorry, it's in poor taste now I guess. But please, talk to me about what happened."
Gabriella clenches her fists, "Why? Don't you already have it in the file? Why do I have to sit here and relive what made me this? "
"Gaby you know that if it already was in the file we wouldn't be having this conversation. Research into this new aspect of SCP-8375 is still ongoing. You are the first to go through a full Cherub transformation and survive with their minds intact, other than expected trauma from such a violent change you are still you. Hell Gaby you are even more you than you were before! "
"More… Fern I'm a demon."
"You are a woman. You are so much more of a woman now then ever before. There's literally no one who can say otherwise about you. I mean come on Gaby, you even have boobs and a womb now! Sure you got red skin, horns, a tail…wings…and fangs…but no TERF can ever accuse you of being a man now"
Her fists bleed from the pressure of her own grip. With a shaking voice she asks, "Why…I don't understand why a so called loving God would do what He did. Not just to me, but to everyone who did that stupid ritual. He turns everyone else into mindless abominations that we call angels, but to me I'm blessed and cursed in the same action. I'm finally comfortable with my sexuality, at the cost of my humanity. You…you used to be a pastor right? I think you told me before, so answer me. Why would He do this?"
His posture softens as he sits back in his seat. "Hmm, well if you were to ask me this ten years ago before I joined the Foundation I'd probably give you some bland empty explanation like, oh I don't know, we cant truly know the mysteries of God's will and plan. We both know that's ridiculous. No no, I believe He did this to you in particular because He is spiteful. You were an atheist before this happened right? It's just an hypothesis and would need repeat testing to prove, but my logic is this. God is a spiteful bastard and was pissed that you rejected Him and so violently turning you into a demon was His way of getting back at you. "
"However," Dr Fern stands up from his chair and paces the room "I believe that the reason why this transformation fully transitioned your gender to your preference is a sign of God's innate desire to please His creation, and why your mind was untouched is a result of your already mentioned rejection of Him. "
He stops pacing with a light chuckle. "Oh, sorry. Old habits."
Gabriella glares at him in confusion as he returns to his seat. "Yeah…you might be a little skewed in your observations considering your background, but that might be helpful for this. "
He simply shrugs in response, "Regardless, we're here to talk about what your transformation felt like."
"Shit, hoped getting you to rant would make you forget. Fine fine. Are we being recorded?"
"For posterity. Are you uncomfortable with that?"
"No it's fine. I'd rather it get recorded so I don't have to say it over and over again. The first thing I felt were these" She opens her mouth wide and points at the rows of sharp teeth inside, "bursting through my gums in an instant. Every single tooth at the exact same time pushing through my unaware gums, rearranging my jaw to make room. Above the shock, the rich taste of blood came through. I had to kneel over to avoid drowning from the sudden flush of blood that had filled my mouth. "
"Then came the full body ache from rapid muscle and organ shifting. Rapid growth in my arms, legs, abs and yeah fat and breast tissue in my chest. The only thing I didn't feel was the growth of my new womb, which is likely cause at the same time my skull burst open with horns. Then came the wings… have you watched the security footage?"
"I have."
"Then you saw how the blood splatter from these damn things ripping my back apart made wings of their own on the wall behind me. I screamed so hard then I lost my voice for a week. Barely even noticed the tail growing. Felt more like I just had an annoying itch in my lower back. "
"I saw you tried taking a swing at God when it was done. Not sure how you had the strength to do that after what you experienced, it's impressive."
"I'm sure if I waited a bit longer and had more strength I could have gotten Him too."
"Likely. Honestly if it wasn't for the fact that you were crying when Security got into the room they probably would have tried to take you out like they would a usual Stage 4… you know you still have access to the Foundation offered mental health resources right?"
Defensively she sits back in her chair, "what do you mean?"
"Well, I was able to talk with… quite a few people and you still get to keep your employment here. SCP-8374-B will only be a designation in your employee file but as far as any other person here is concerned you are still Researcher Gabriella Engels, and you are part of my team. And as part of the Foundation you have access to some of the…depending on the case… best therapists in the veiled and unveiled world. "
"I'm not visiting Dr. Glass."
"You have more options then just Dr. Glass."
"Thank God."
"Thank who?"
"Right. Fuck that guy. "
"There we go. So, SCP-8374-B, damn that's a mouthful to say, do you have any final remarks considering your transfiguration?"
"Sure, what are the chances I can meet that one fox demon lawyer lady?"