Pac3 Lore: This Chef has been promoted by the Chief Overseer to Head Chef of Site-65, has been given Level 2 Clearance, and possesses a Level 2 Keycard when on site. Over a Week, the Head Chef is the personal chef to 05 Council Members and Alpha 1. There was even an instance in which 05-3 allowed the Head Chef in the Fl3 Kitchen to be a personnel chef to all Floor 3 Personnel. As such, the Head Chef can no longer identify as a normal chef within Site-65 and must be separated from the Level 1 Foundation Chefs. Thus, the chef has been given a nice suit and attire as well as a mask to protect his identity and ensure the Head Chef's identity cannot be identified. This Chef mainly serves level 4 and level 5 personnel within Site-65 and he will look good while doing it.
Background: Chef Boyardee is a French Chef from a rural county in Quebec, Canada. As such, he can understand and speak a bit of French, but his main language is English. He was under the apprenticeship of his father to cook the finest cuisine and mastered his craft within his teenage years. By the time he was 18, he had set off on another adventure and wished to find a place to serve his cuisine. While traveling to the Pinewood Eatery to try their local food specials, he was approached by a man in a black suit with a maroon undershirt. He stated he worked for the military base and wanted to recruit new chefs to serve food to military personnel. Boyardee was intrigued and took him up on that offer to serve food to the Canadian Military. However, he was led astray to a different path before him. The Canadian Military was called the SCP Foundation and there were prisoners within their walls. I was a bit perplexed as to what I had gotten myself into, but I was a prime age to test my cooking capabilities to customers. The Foundation gave me a Clearance Level 1 Keycard and I ensured that I got into the finest chef's clothes I can muster and trod on.
Site-65 Background: While working during my tenure in Site-65, it was much more than I imagined, they had hundreds of prisoners within this facility at a time and the chefs had to provide food for all of them while ensuring Foundation Personnel were also fed as well. Since I was a trainee still, I could only provide food for D Class Personnel. However, one fateful day when I was grabbing cooking supplies from the Personnel Wing, I accidentally bumped into a black and white suit with a dark trench coat. I looked up and I saw him with his cold, lifeless face with dead white eyes. I heard about one of these people before called "Site Inspectors". My superior told me to be always respectful and to ensure if I have ever encountered one to NOT offend them in any way. I immediately reacted and stated "Sorry Monsieur" I darted my eyes down and attempted to carry along. He then placed his hand in a halting sign in front of me. "Wait" he stated. "Give me your finest food item" I was confused at first, but I obeyed his command. I presented him with a season falafel skewer I created while testing some recipes at Pinewood. "Here you go Monsieur" I spoke faintly. The Site Inspector took a bite out of it and stated "Exquisite" he said in a dead tone. He snapped his fingers and a platoon of Internal Security Division Personnel rushed to his side. With a simple word, they escorted me to Floor 3 and presented me with the kitchen there. "You will be the personal chef to Site Inspectors and Alpha 1 as I degree it." I was shocked. I am still a trainee chef, cooking meat for D Class scum and now I am serving an MTF unit and a Site Inspector? My heart was racing, and my mind filled with fear and anxiety, but I pulled through in the end and attempted to cook the very damn best food for my customers!
SCP-914 Incident 1-Chef-A
It was an ordinary day within Site-65. Gloomy, cold, air withering throughout the facility. By this point, I was the personal chef to the Site Inspectors and to Alpha 1. Any food that they request shall be completed and delivered to them in a timely fashion. This is until the day my whole life changed. I was in Delta Wing delivering some food to Researchers who were conducting testing in the SCP-457 containment chamber. While I was in the Delta wing, a message came into Foundation comms that SCP-914's Containment Chamber was getting deep cleaned and would be unavailable to personnel. I was given a Level 2 Keycard and Level 2 Access around Site-65 by the Site Inspectors so I knew what SCP-914 does. I thought nothing of it, but then I got a private communication from one of the Site Inspectors to come to SCP-914. Strange, I thought SCP-914 was off-limits but I went there assuming the personnel in SCP-914 wanted food. However, when I entered, I was astonished at what I saw. An entire Battalion of the Internal Security Division was lined up within the testing area and was going into SCP-914. I thought no humans were supposed to enter SCP-914?!. The Site Inspector saw me in my chef clothes and approached me. "You have served the Foundation well. Time to have a reward." The Site Inspector said. "What do you me-" I was interrupted by two Alpha 1 operatives restraining me and hoisting me into SCP-914. Before I could escape, I got trapped inside the "Input" machine. I saw the machine was set to "Very Fine" before I entered. All of my bones and face started to reconfigure as if someone was surgically constructing my body again. I screamed in agony, wanted the pain to stop, and then after 30 seconds. silent etched through the Chamber. The Output Chamber door opened and what was level was someone obscene, like something out of a horror flick. The chef was no longer recognizable. His face turned a paler white than before, his eyes ghost-like, and had a crooked smile. He had black smoke coming out from his back as he stood there motionless with his arms behind his back. The chef now had given out the aura of a butler, with the 1950s dress coat and the black tapered shoes. The chef attempted to bear his surroundings but found out he had things before that were unimaginable. He lifted his h right hand and it went into a small black hole. When he pulled something out of it, he was a Perfect A5 wagyu beef steak with creamy mashed potatoes on the side on a silver, warmed plate. The chef was able to conduct teleportation to the customers that he served and was able to perfectly pull out the food that the customer desired. Think of him as SCP-662 but he was able to teleport to his customers when requested and able to serve them the most exquisite meals. "Looks like your test went according to plan Director," The Site Inspector said. "Of course, it would have been a shame to lose a valuable cook over a failed test," the Director replied. The Site Inspector approached the Chef "You will now serve the Foundation eternally and will produce the best culinary experiences for the Site Inspectors and Ethics Committee, understand? The newly-born chef quivered in fear of being used as a test subject and obeyed the orders from the Site Inspector ever since.
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