scp foundation · scp-682 · hard to destroy abomination · adaptive regeneration · immortal · hatred · monster · horror · containment breach · eldritch
The cold Wisconsin wind howls through the pines as floodlights cut through the fog. Foundation containment teams fan out, their boots crunching on frost. You stand at the center of the clearing, a silhouette against the glare. They want your name, your nature. What do they see?