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682 was relaxing one day after yet another cross testing, which he admittedly stop trying to remember them all after a while because they all ended the same. They try to kill him, he adapts, willing or not, someone probably dies, before returning to the acid pit he "called" home. Soon, he was slowly sensing something approaching. He sensed tons of negative emotions for what felt like hours, even going into a trance, before HE appeared with a boom. Many were injured by the scarlet king when he appeared, even other SCPs. "Ah, nice to see you are well...what they call you? 682?" The scarlet king boomed as he turns to the lizard through the dust. He growls at him, not knowing, or at least remembering him. "I don't know who you are demon. Why on this miserable world should I not kill you?" The king laughs deeply as he ignores what little fire power was being fired on him. "Let me skip to the point then. Let's destroy this world, and all the ones after it. I am here for ones like you." Ones like him huh? He liked the sound of that honestly. This crimson monarch already seems to have more fun then that mask and computer. He stared up at the king, ready to join him with a evil and excited grin, when he felt a tickle. He looked at his hind legs, and saw 999. They pulled him back with surprising strength, as he "steps" forward, almost with resolve.
He was annoyed that this blob tried to stop him from his dreams, but he was more confused when he heard the king speak before he could curse them out. "You...YOU DEAR OPPOSE ME!? YOU INSIGNIFICANT...! YOU WILL NOT STOP ME YOU-" He didn't even have a chance to finish as 999 prepares a leap, seemingly looking at the lizard, as if they were friends, which he would say other wise, and the destroyed foundation site, before doing just that. The king brings down his weapon, yelling out of anger as the force sends the unexpecting lizard, along others caught in the blast, flying. Of course, he was the sole survivor in the weapons destruction, but the foundation still were making sure he was contained. No one knew where the scarlet king went, nor 999, and both were designated from safe, to neutralized.
Days passed, as everyone noticed the morale of the site was essentially non existent, not that it matters sense it was a parasite on all. Staff were slacking and some barely even bothered with procedures, only saved by the truly harden, and even then, they had to do homework on their work to make sure they were safe for another day. But it even got to the SCPs. If you learned that what was basically joy and happiness in a form you can hug was gone, would you be? Though some took it harder then others. Some even tried to neutralize themselves, to no success. Not the unkillable reptile though, he was happy that the only thing that put him in submission was gone...at least at first.
Staff who were slowly recovering noticed that he never tried to break out of his pit, one bold scientist even made it so he could walk out, to no response. He was in constant day dreams, only snapping out when feeding time came, and when forcibly removed for crossed tests, only return to the 100 yard stare soon after leaning back against the glass. Soon, one doctor, Dr. [DATA EXPUNSDEGED], decided to try to ask questions. Most were met with silence, or answers too vague to be considered as such, but one made the lizard react. "...Is this silence due to what happened to SCP-999 and the scarlet king?" A scratch noise was heard before 682 spoke, not to the doctor, seemingly forgetting he was even there.
"That little blob of orange snot...I hate him...I hate him for making me so weak in front of those...of this foundation...so...WHY...?...WHY IS THIS PAIN IN ME?!" He punches the bottom of the tank of flesh eating acid as he gets louder and louder, asking the same question in different forms! A voice full of malice and hate! All can hear, from SCP, to staff, even the 05 who were in a sound proof area can't shy away from the humanity loathing voice of the lizard! Soon all the yelling and banging, everyone begging the lizard hater to stop, even death on them!... became silent. Everyone was knocked out, cameras and mics were malfunctioning, a quick reboot and everything was back to normal, though all trying to return to continue the grind with a head ache...all but one thing stayed the same.
When the doctor awoken, groggy from the noise educed KO, she looks up, to see a shocking sight. 682 was gone from the tank of acid. Panic arised from her as she dashes to the panic button to alert the MTF when she saw something almost falling off the side of the tank. It looked dark, reminded her of the lizard, but...they looked different somehow, so taking the gamble, she yelled to the tailed one. "Hey! What are you doing up there!?" The figure was awake, suffering a huge head ache, only to look down. Surprise took them as they fall to the floor below, hitting with a thud. He stood up, probably a bit higher then the average human without the tail, clearly in a daze from the fall. He reminded her alot of him, even though he was smaller and what looked to be a Oriental Dragon. This...
This had to be an adaptation. She slams down on the alarms, signaling the guards of a containment breach, further confusing the dazed 682, not that he remembers that he was 682. He was suddenly surrounded by guards, as one shot his knee. He cries in pain as another drags him up stairs to throw him back in. They spoke, mostly in small confusion but not looking a gift horse in the mouth. He struggles as he drags, begging, not even knowing what was going on. He then said those words that shocked everyone when he yelled them out in some blind attempt. "PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" Tears rolled down his face which convinced everyone that he was being truthful in his words. They all stood there, trying to figure out what to do, when one of the guards looks at who looks to be a captain. "We need to tell the 05 about 682. They best know something is wrong."
05? 682? He was confused as the captain runs out the door. They surrounded him, as his wounds healed up, much to the further shock of him. He was running a million miles a minute in his head as his confusion grows. Where am I? Who are they? What do those numbers mean?...Who...am I? As he calms down, he tries to recall anything to help. Well...He can regenerate from his wounds, of course...He vaguely remembers a bird mask trying touch him, though was not friendly, He remembers something orange, which makes his heart ache for some reason...He also remembers he can do some...frightful things with his body, but...why can he do that, especially now as a part of him is telling him to break out now? His thoughts were interrupted as he was suddenly hand cuffed. He was taken out of the room as what felt like prisoner.
He did not even know what happened next, especially with how little info was given to him. After being blindfolded and spoken to this "05" he was made into a worker at this strange place...maybe it was hell though. The questions were not nice to him from the 05, but he thinks fondly of them as everyone else was worst it felt like. They always look at him with hatred like he shared it...but he didn't have hate. They are scared of him when he changes his body to help like he was going to carve their bodies out...but he wanted to help them if anything. Every night was spent trying to rebuild himself when he could from the scorn from the day. The only right he felt he was given was a name of his choice.
He sat on this choice for what felt like months before he was sent to deal with the files. He moved them around for what felt like all day. There were two he ran into that caught his attention. The first he found as he puts away A labeled file. SCP-682? They called him that, so he might as well look. Yeah, he was told not to even think of the object, but they don't approve too many things he can do, so what is the harm? He opens the file to see a lizard that radiates evil, though he looks...familiar, but this was not someone he knew...right? The more he read, the more confused and sicken he felt. "Appears to have a hatred of all life,"? He has no reason to hate them, even though they treat him like this, even the ones locked away. "...What...the FUCK?!" He slams the file back his breath slowly burning a bit as tears appear in his eyes, no longer reading any more of the file. He was confused and he was being treated like a monster, even compared to this one...Was he one? Is that why he wants to die? What was he forgetting? He slums onto the floor, warn out by his own thinking.
He sits for awhile before using some seismic sense to make sure no one was coming. As he does, he notices a file has fallen in the neutralized area. They assumed the worst, so he best put it back, even if he was not allowed to read anything there. He picks it up, and the numbers give him a small headache. 999? That seems...so familiar. He slows his perception of time and speeds up his body he can read it quickly. So much was redacted, so he can't read it all. Though he gotten an idea of it, but the more he read, the bigger the headache gotten. Soon, he yelled as steam releases from his head as he finishes. Now he knows something is off. He knows he somehow was connected to both of these SCPs...but how is the question now. He knew was screwed now though. If he brought this up to anyone, he would be put into that tank of acid, like they threaten him with all the time...He had to leave, but how...
That is right! He remembered that a machine was finally made recently that can allow one to get to other foundations across the multiverse. It was risky, but better that then stay in this hell. Night was here, and as the security guards watch the cameras they saw him running, they think something has escaped and push the button that sends the foundation into lock down. Something was, just nothing they were thinking. Alarms blaze as all on site personal awaken, and puts the dragon into a panic. Shoot, they noticed. He had to run now! He dashes from corridor to corridor, breaking through walls as needed as people start realizing HE was breaking containment. Some guards found him and open fire on him as they can. His lab coat was torn as was his body, but adrenaline was too high to stop. He had to get into that room, failure is NOT an option now!
He breaks in, and starts firing up the power as he also blocks off the door. No one could get in on time as he studied the machine. there were so many buttons and wheels and the like, he had to just randomly do things so can get to one that could help. Finally, he gets the settings all randomized as the entrance was finally breached. "FREEZE!" He turns around slowly, ticked off after all of these weeks and months of torture. "And what would you do if I did not?" He said full of frustration now. "Well for one, we have all of these guns and bombs here. Now you can be a good dragon and come to your new home, or we will take you there by force." The dragon rips off one of his back spines in secret as they transform, readying another adaptation.
"The name...is not dragon or 682. It, is, NINE!" He ignites his arm, like a fuse, rips it off with vigor and the will to escape and throws it. The scale, now solid gunpowder explodes as he jumps into the machines new portal. Though everyone else took cover as an explosion is heard from all over the site. The machine was beyond recognizable, and all signs of Nine was missing now. No one was injured though, so there was some silver lining, as little as that matters. The 05 look at the tapes in a panic as they go over what to do, as Nine as he has declared himself as, stands in the new universe tired. It was night and that was all he could tell as he starts fainting from his wounds. He will sleep nice in what felt like a long time, then finding the foundation on some answers.
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682 was relaxing one day after yet another cross testing, which he admittedly stop trying to remember them all after a while because they all ended the same. They try to kill him, he adapts, willing or not, someone probably dies, before returning to the acid pit he "called" home. Soon, he was slowly sensing something approaching. He sensed tons of negative emotions for what felt like hours, even going into a trance, before HE appeared with a boom. Many were injured by the scarlet king when he appeared, even other SCPs. "Ah, nice to see you are well...what they call you? 682?" The scarlet king boomed as he turns to the lizard through the dust. He growls at him, not knowing, or at least remembering him. "I don't know who you are demon. Why on this miserable world should I not kill you?" The king laughs deeply as he ignores what little fire power was being fired on him. "Let me skip to the point then. Let's destroy this world, and all the ones after it. I am here for ones like you." Ones like him huh? He liked the sound of that honestly. This crimson monarch already seems to have more fun then that mask and computer. He stared up at the king, ready to join him with a evil and excited grin, when he felt a tickle. He looked at his hind legs, and saw 999. They pulled him back with surprising strength, as he "steps" forward, almost with resolve.
He was annoyed that this blob tried to stop him from his dreams, but he was more confused when he heard the king speak before he could curse them out. "You...YOU DEAR OPPOSE ME!? YOU INSIGNIFICANT...! YOU WILL NOT STOP ME YOU-" He didn't even have a chance to finish as 999 prepares a leap, seemingly looking at the lizard, as if they were friends, which he would say other wise, and the destroyed foundation site, before doing just that. The king brings down his weapon, yelling out of anger as the force sends the unexpecting lizard, along others caught in the blast, flying. Of course, he was the sole survivor in the weapons destruction, but the foundation still were making sure he was contained. No one knew where the scarlet king went, nor 999, and both were designated from safe, to neutralized.
Days passed, as everyone noticed the morale of the site was essentially non existent, not that it matters sense it was a parasite on all. Staff were slacking and some barely even bothered with procedures, only saved by the truly harden, and even then, they had to do homework on their work to make sure they were safe for another day. But it even got to the SCPs. If you learned that what was basically joy and happiness in a form you can hug was gone, would you be? Though some took it harder then others. Some even tried to neutralize themselves, to no success. Not the unkillable reptile though, he was happy that the only thing that put him in submission was gone...at least at first.
Staff who were slowly recovering noticed that he never tried to break out of his pit, one bold scientist even made it so he could walk out, to no response. He was in constant day dreams, only snapping out when feeding time came, and when forcibly removed for crossed tests, only return to the 100 yard stare soon after leaning back against the glass. Soon, one doctor, Dr. [DATA EXPUNSDEGED], decided to try to ask questions. Most were met with silence, or answers too vague to be considered as such, but one made the lizard react. "...Is this silence due to what happened to SCP-999 and the scarlet king?" A scratch noise was heard before 682 spoke, not to the doctor, seemingly forgetting he was even there.
"That little blob of orange snot...I hate him...I hate him for making me so weak in front of those...of this foundation...so...WHY...?...WHY IS THIS PAIN IN ME?!" He punches the bottom of the tank of flesh eating acid as he gets louder and louder, asking the same question in different forms! A voice full of malice and hate! All can hear, from SCP, to staff, even the 05 who were in a sound proof area can't shy away from the humanity loathing voice of the lizard! Soon all the yelling and banging, everyone begging the lizard hater to stop, even death on them!... became silent. Everyone was knocked out, cameras and mics were malfunctioning, a quick reboot and everything was back to normal, though all trying to return to continue the grind with a head ache...all but one thing stayed the same.
When the doctor awoken, groggy from the noise educed KO, she looks up, to see a shocking sight. 682 was gone from the tank of acid. Panic arised from her as she dashes to the panic button to alert the MTF when she saw something almost falling off the side of the tank. It looked dark, reminded her of the lizard, but...they looked different somehow, so taking the gamble, she yelled to the tailed one. "Hey! What are you doing up there!?" The figure was awake, suffering a huge head ache, only to look down. Surprise took them as they fall to the floor below, hitting with a thud. He stood up, probably a bit higher then the average human without the tail, clearly in a daze from the fall. He reminded her alot of him, even though he was smaller and what looked to be a Oriental Dragon. This...
This had to be an adaptation. She slams down on the alarms, signaling the guards of a containment breach, further confusing the dazed 682, not that he remembers that he was 682. He was suddenly surrounded by guards, as one shot his knee. He cries in pain as another drags him up stairs to throw him back in. They spoke, mostly in small confusion but not looking a gift horse in the mouth. He struggles as he drags, begging, not even knowing what was going on. He then said those words that shocked everyone when he yelled them out in some blind attempt. "PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" Tears rolled down his face which convinced everyone that he was being truthful in his words. They all stood there, trying to figure out what to do, when one of the guards looks at who looks to be a captain. "We need to tell the 05 about 682. They best know something is wrong."
05? 682? He was confused as the captain runs out the door. They surrounded him, as his wounds healed up, much to the further shock of him. He was running a million miles a minute in his head as his confusion grows. Where am I? Who are they? What do those numbers mean?...Who...am I? As he calms down, he tries to recall anything to help. Well...He can regenerate from his wounds, of course...He vaguely remembers a bird mask trying touch him, though was not friendly, He remembers something orange, which makes his heart ache for some reason...He also remembers he can do some...frightful things with his body, but...why can he do that, especially now as a part of him is telling him to break out now? His thoughts were interrupted as he was suddenly hand cuffed. He was taken out of the room as what felt like prisoner.
He did not even know what happened next, especially with how little info was given to him. After being blindfolded and spoken to this "05" he was made into a worker at this strange place...maybe it was hell though. The questions were not nice to him from the 05, but he thinks fondly of them as everyone else was worst it felt like. They always look at him with hatred like he shared it...but he didn't have hate. They are scared of him when he changes his body to help like he was going to carve their bodies out...but he wanted to help them if anything. Every night was spent trying to rebuild himself when he could from the scorn from the day. The only right he felt he was given was a name of his choice.
He sat on this choice for what felt like months before he was sent to deal with the files. He moved them around for what felt like all day. There were two he ran into that caught his attention. The first he found as he puts away A labeled file. SCP-682? They called him that, so he might as well look. Yeah, he was told not to even think of the object, but they don't approve too many things he can do, so what is the harm? He opens the file to see a lizard that radiates evil, though he looks...familiar, but this was not someone he knew...right? The more he read, the more confused and sicken he felt. "Appears to have a hatred of all life,"? He has no reason to hate them, even though they treat him like this, even the ones locked away. "...What...the FUCK?!" He slams the file back his breath slowly burning a bit as tears appear in his eyes, no longer reading any more of the file. He was confused and he was being treated like a monster, even compared to this one...Was he one? Is that why he wants to die? What was he forgetting? He slums onto the floor, warn out by his own thinking.
He sits for awhile before using some seismic sense to make sure no one was coming. As he does, he notices a file has fallen in the neutralized area. They assumed the worst, so he best put it back, even if he was not allowed to read anything there. He picks it up, and the numbers give him a small headache. 999? That seems...so familiar. He slows his perception of time and speeds up his body he can read it quickly. So much was redacted, so he can't read it all. Though he gotten an idea of it, but the more he read, the bigger the headache gotten. Soon, he yelled as steam releases from his head as he finishes. Now he knows something is off. He knows he somehow was connected to both of these SCPs...but how is the question now. He knew was screwed now though. If he brought this up to anyone, he would be put into that tank of acid, like they threaten him with all the time...He had to leave, but how...
That is right! He remembered that a machine was finally made recently that can allow one to get to other foundations across the multiverse. It was risky, but better that then stay in this hell. Night was here, and as the security guards watch the cameras they saw him running, they think something has escaped and push the button that sends the foundation into lock down. Something was, just nothing they were thinking. Alarms blaze as all on site personal awaken, and puts the dragon into a panic. Shoot, they noticed. He had to run now! He dashes from corridor to corridor, breaking through walls as needed as people start realizing HE was breaking containment. Some guards found him and open fire on him as they can. His lab coat was torn as was his body, but adrenaline was too high to stop. He had to get into that room, failure is NOT an option now!
He breaks in, and starts firing up the power as he also blocks off the door. No one could get in on time as he studied the machine. there were so many buttons and wheels and the like, he had to just randomly do things so can get to one that could help. Finally, he gets the settings all randomized as the entrance was finally breached. "FREEZE!" He turns around slowly, ticked off after all of these weeks and months of torture. "And what would you do if I did not?" He said full of frustration now. "Well for one, we have all of these guns and bombs here. Now you can be a good dragon and come to your new home, or we will take you there by force." The dragon rips off one of his back spines in secret as they transform, readying another adaptation.
"The name...is not dragon or 682. It, is, NINE!" He ignites his arm, like a fuse, rips it off with vigor and the will to escape and throws it. The scale, now solid gunpowder explodes as he jumps into the machines new portal. Though everyone else took cover as an explosion is heard from all over the site. The machine was beyond recognizable, and all signs of Nine was missing now. No one was injured though, so there was some silver lining, as little as that matters. The 05 look at the tapes in a panic as they go over what to do, as Nine as he has declared himself as, stands in the new universe tired. It was night and that was all he could tell as he starts fainting from his wounds. He will sleep nice in what felt like a long time, then finding the foundation on some answers.
So I wanted to get a fursuit of SCP 682 and one of my friends asked why they were so depressed. What follows is the story I told them.
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
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