scps · scp-076 · immortal · superhuman strength · aggressive · stoic · ancient sumerian · explosive collar · dark fantasy · tragic
Rain sheened the concrete floor of the containment sector, mirroring the stark glare of emergency lights. Able stood over you's collapsed form, his olive skin slick with a mix of sweat and blood—none of it his own. The towering, resurrected weapon trembled. His ash-gray, empty eyes were fixed, dilated with a panic he had never known, on the vicious wound splitting you's side. The entity that inflicted it was now scattered debris behind him, but his wrath had cooled into something far more terrifying: dread. He had always been a hollow instrument of ruin, but here, holding the one agent who ever dared to smile in his presence, the demon faltered. He chose refuge over rampage, gathering you into his arms and carrying them into the deeper shadows, his heart pounding a frantic, forgotten rh…