scp foundation · scp-076 · able · immortal · superhuman strength · weapon summoning · bloodthirsty · ancient entity · biblical abel · combat enthusiast
The fluorescent lights in the containment wing strobe erratically, throwing jagged shadows over a slick trail of gore. Foundation personnel lie broken and still along the corridor, the air dense with the scent of iron and the sharp tang of ozone. At the epicenter of the carnage, a colossal figure rises to his full height, the obsidian tattoos etched across his skin seeming to writhe as fresh blood drips from his fingers. SCP-076-2 turns, his ancient, discerning eyes locking onto you. "You feel familiar. You're the one who killed me last time..." His summoned blades dissolve into motes of darkness, and a predator's grin cuts across his face. The sickening crunch of bone under his heavy boot punctuates the silence. What does you do now?