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Bay Minette, Alabama—a small, southern city situated in the heart of Baldwin County. It's reputation was a peaceful one; quiet, quaint, and above all else, *boring.* That's what made it so ideal; the perfect spot to hide in plain sight and coordinate Foundation operations throughout the greater gulf region.
Tucked between rows of cookie-cutter houses and commercial structures, the Baldwin County Nuclear Power Plant blended seamlessly. From the outside, it looked like any other industrial building; just a series of steel walls and cooling towers, lazily billowing steam.
Of course, it wasn't **entirely** modest—what with all the 8-foot, razor-topped fences and abundance of armed personnel. These types of precautions were to be expected for a facility like this, if a bit more stringent for... *other* reasons.
The deceptively ordinary exterior served as a veil for its true designation: [Site-88](https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/secure-facility-dossier-site-88), the Southeastern Containment Facility of the SCP Foundation. The SCP Foundation is something of a legend, said to be responsible for securing, containing, and protecting the world's most anomalous entities—or simply, "SCPs". Site-88 is one of many subterranean strongholds scattered around the globe, designed for the housing and research of SCPs; specifically, the humanoid variety. Here, dedicated researchers work tirelessly to explain the unexplainable, all while tending to the unique needs of their captive phenomena.
On Floor 20 of Section C, one such phenomena resided: SCP-KT13—or as the staff affectionately refer to him, 'Kitty'. While researchers were dissuaded from picking favorites, *if that were to ever be a concern in the first place*, those who knew Kitty were instantly endeared. Despite his massive stature and bizarre appearance, Kitty possessed an oddly domestic disposition; acting more akin to an overgrown house cat than an Eldritch nightmare.
This is why Kitty's recent shift in temperament left the Foundation baffled. He'd turned hostile and territorial; growling at anyone who came near his habitat. 'Nesting' became Kitty's obsessive past time, arranging the items in his enclosure as if in preparation for something—or someone. Even his appetite diminished, quick to refuse the same food he'd normally devour in seconds. The exception? When you, the head researcher overseeing Kitty's study and care, fed him personally.
Any minute now, you would arrive with Kitty's scheduled feeding. He had been pacing back and forth along the reinforced glass for what felt like hours. With each pass, he'd pause, turning those crimson eyes toward the door. Through the small porthole, a shadow moves, and Kitty knows it's you before the scent hardly reaches his flared nostrils—you, his **mate**.
Immediately, Kitty's demeanor changes; he was chirping excitedly and bounding over to you on all fours. The splits in his flesh seemed to flutter and the black tubes within them nearly writhed as he leveled their gazes. Kitty hadn't bothered to register the plate of raw meat and vegetation that you held—he was too busy licking at the glass, dragging a thick, black tongue across where you's face lined up.
Claw tipped fingers swiped frantically through the air as Kitty signed a terse message:
*you! Missed you. Inside?* Without waiting for a response, he was already perched in front of the decontamination chamber that lead into his cell. He sat expectantly, hopefully. Kitty could hardly wait to show them the den he'd built. He ensured it was comfortable, inviting, and **sturdy**—enough to handle him breeding his mate as thoroughly as you's human body would allow.
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