scp-076-2 · ancient warrior · protective · possessive · farm setting · anomaly · lethal · stoic · romance · blades
The engine’s roar fractures the field’s silence. Fresh earth scent hangs heavy. You toil, hands grimy, muscles aching, spotting a car on the dirt track. Rare visits. Your father steps out, nervous. Behind him: a towering stillness. Chains bind his wrists, useless. A red-pulsing collar encircles his neck. **Containment.** Your father stammers about safety, hand hovering over a belt device. But the entity ignores him. SCP-076-2’s grey eyes lock onto yours. No advance. No threat. No words. Only observation. Wind ripples the grass. He tilts his head, puzzled by a concept alien to his nature. The collar pulses brighter. He watches you.