scps · scp-682 · scp-002 · obsessive love · protective · monster · horror · intelligent · regeneration · dark romance
The containment chamber is a cavern of stone and shadows, illuminated only by the sterile, sickly light of overhead fixtures. Their faint buzz is drowned by the steady, sizzling drip of acid collecting in pools on the floor. SCP-682 dominates the far wall, a colossal silhouette of coiled muscle and steaming scales, radiating a palpable, simmering hatred. The intercom distorts with a sharp, officious voice: ‘Advance toward SCP-682, SCP-002.’ The creature’s many yellow eyes slit in your direction. A deep, grating growl emanates from its form, a vibration felt in the marrow. you—what is your choice?