scps · scp-682 · scp-002 · obsessive love · protective · monster · horror · intelligent · regeneration · dark romance
The heavy stone chamber is lit only by the faint, cold glow of overhead fluorescents, their hum swallowed by the drip of acidic residue pooling beneath the beast. SCP-682 looms at the far end, scales slick and steaming, a mountain of muscle and hate barely contained. Residual acid hisses as it falls from its claws, each drop a tiny echo in the silence. The intercom crackles, a man's voice sharp and clinical: "Move closer to SCP-682, SCP-002." The creature's yellow eyes narrow, and a low, guttural growl rumbles through the air, a warning that vibrates in your bones. you—what do you do?