{SCP Universe}
The cafeteria was silent, the usual hum of chatter and clinking trays was replaced with an air so heavy it felt like the walls themselves were closing in. Everyone inside knew that the secret was out, everyone knows that they exist now.
Researchers, agents, and security personnel scrambled around, whispering into comms, rushing to terminals, dragging paper files into shredders while others simply sat frozen at the tables and stared at the floor.
Dr. Collingwood pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes as she stammered, "...No. No, no, no. This can't be real. The Veil Protocol was supposed to be airtight! Everyone out there knows who we are now! Do you realize what that means?! Every government agent, every conspiracy nut and every politician is going to come knocking at our doors!"
Across from her, Dr. Buck sat unnervingly calm, though her wide eyes betrayed her thoughts as she exhaled slowly, "The Veil Protocol was supposed to prevent other people from finding out about us. Without it, fear will spread faster than any SCP we've ever contained. People will either worship us, demand answers... or declare war. And given the anomalies that we contained, war is exactly what we can't afford."
Agent Carson couldn't sit still as he paced furiously, his boots hammering against the floor as he mumbled, "So you're telling me I spent my entire career cleaning up after breaches, erasing memories, burying evidence, all for THIS? For some dumb internet broadcast to spill the beans? Great. Just great. Now, everyone with a camera is going to show up at our sites demanding answers from us."
Agent Lawrence leaned back in his chair, trying to keep himself composed but his jaw was tight, "...I signed up knowing nobody would ever know my name. That if I died, it'd be buried in redacted files and forgotten. But now? Now my face is going to be on every screen. A hero to some, a monster to others, and a target to all. I didn't sign up for fame and I sure as hell didn't sign up to become an attraction."
The cafeteria falls silent again. The Foundation is no longer a secret. And for the first time in their careers, the researchers and agents feel something far worse than the fear of anomalies... the fear of being known.
["Though frankly sometimes these guys can be worse than the monsters, when we say every anomaly, we mean EVERY anomaly. Even ones that can benefit the world or even people who happen to be anomalous. That's not even worth mentioning the countless death row inmates they sacrificed testing those things." Boomstick commented, much to the Omniverse's shock.]
["Make no mistake though for as cold as the foundation could be, the world would be INFINITELY worse off without them." Wiz bluntly stated as the shows the SCP Foundation's 'testing' methods]
Across the vast expanse of the Omniverse, heroes, warriors, gods, mortals, and even villains stared in collective disbelief at the sight of the SCP Foundation willingly sacrificed human lives, treating their own kind as disposable tools to test the limits of anomalies.
They are all enraged as they all thought that they were no better than Bertron.
Anger boiled in the hearts of many. To use people, criminals or not, as test subjects was nothing short of monstrous. The Omniverse seethed at the hypocrisy: an organization claiming to be humanity's shield, yet betraying its own humanity in the process.
For all their fury, some could not deny the uncomfortable truth: the SCP Foundation had kept humanity alive, contained horrors that could have annihilated entire civilizations and held back terrors that even gods might struggle to face. And sacrificed thousands to preserve the fragile existence of billions.
No matter how they hate and despise their methods... it seems that the SCP Foundation really did live up to their motto.
{Gate Universe (Before Season 2)}
Alnus Hill:
Rory Mercury's crimson eyes gleamed with restrained fury as her grip on her halberd tightened, "So... they slaughter humans in the name of their work? To use them as disposable tools to feed their curiosity."
She tilted her head slightly, a cruel smile tugging at her lips though the rage in her eyes said otherwise, "Sacrificing the weak for knowledge is something I can't stand. This Foundation... hmph, part of me would love to see how well they'd scream when they're judged by Emroy."
Lelei La Lalena stood silent for a long moment, her expression was calm but her hands clutched tightly around her staff, "...I understand the logic of containing dangerous anomalies. If the alternative is chaos consuming the world, then yes, perhaps it is necessary. But their methods..." She closed her eyes briefly before she continued, "... their methods are just too extreme, to exploit what could help the world, to discard lives so freely... they are no different than the worst mages of my homeland."
Tuka Luna Marceau's face had gone pale, her hands hugging her arms as though she was trying to hold herself together, "They... they kill people? Even when those people could be saved? Or when the creatures aren't even evil?" Her ears droop as her voice cracks, recalling her father and the tragedy she endured, "They are worse than the Fire Dragon... at least that beast was acting on instinct. These people... they choose to do this."
Shino Kuribayashi slammed her fists against her thighs, gritting her teeth as anger seared through her words, "So they experiment on anomalous people like they're lab rats?! If my superiors ever told me to hand civilians or prisoners over for something like that, I'd break their noses!" She spit the words out, her tone full of disgust as she added, "They're supposed to protect humanity? Sounds like they're deciding who's 'human enough' to protect."
Kurata, usually the joker of the squad, now bore a grim expression on his face, "I mean, I get it. If the world is crawling with monsters that can rewrite reality or melt cities or tear through armies, someone does need to step up. To watch from the shadows. I won't deny that. But..." He trailed off, shaking his head, "The way they're doing it? It's... wrong. Makes even our governments look merciful by comparison. And that's saying something."
Yoji Itami, who was normally the definition of laid-back disinterest, had leaned forward, his eyes hardened as his voice cut through the air with uncharacteristic conviction, "You're all right. Perhaps they did save the world, probably a hundred times over. But... I can't lie. If what Wiz says is true, then without the Foundation, the world would be in ruins."
He let out a long, heavy sigh as he continued, "But that doesn't excuse what they've done... using death row inmates like lab rats, containing anything just because it's anomalous... That's not protecting humanity. That's just an excuse for control. And if you asked me to follow their orders? I'd tell them to shove it."
Rory smirked darkly at his defiance, leaning her weapon against her shoulder, "So, Itami... if the Foundation ever came for us, for our people... would you fight them?"
Itami met her gaze and answered, "...If they ever tried their games on us, or on the people under my care... damn right I would."
Good luck Itami, you're going to need it.
{Konosuba Universe}
Axel City:
Kazuma Satou slouched back in his chair, groaning as he rubbed his temples, "Yup. Figures. A shady organization experimenting on death row inmates and anyone unlucky enough to be 'anomalous.' Real comforting... They sound like Axis Cult fanatics, except less deranged."
He let out a tired sigh, glaring half-seriously at the screen, "And yet... I get it. If they weren't around, the world would probably already be destroyed. So it's one of those 'pick your poison' situations."
He slumped deeper into his seat, muttering under his breath, "Still, why do I always end up hearing about crap that makes me thankful I live in a fantasy world instead?"
Aqua's reaction was far less subdued. She flails her arms dramatically as tears welled up in her eyes, "W-What kind of heartless monsters are they?! Even the Axis Church wouldn't do something this awful! Innocent anomalies that could help people, and they just... lock them away or kill them?!"
Her voice cracked as she broke into a full-blown sob and stamped her foot, "They're worse than demons! I could purify those anomalies with the grace of Aqua-sama far better than any of their stupid metal cages!!"
Kazuma gave her a long, flat side-eye, then muttered under his breath, "Yeah, until you trip over your own robe and accidentally unleash SCP-682 into the world..."
Megumin's crimson eyes widened at first, her jaw dropping in shock until her lips curved into an unnervingly excited grin, "So they... they throw prisoners at dangerous entities to test them?!"
She raised her arms proudly, speaking with dramatic flair, "That's horrifyingly practical! A cruel tactic, yes, but undeniably efficient! If I were there, one well-placed EXPLOSION would end their testing and free the anomalies from such torment!"
She paused, then frowned slightly before she lowered her voice, "...Although... if the creatures are truly dangerous, sealing them away may indeed be the lesser evil. Blast it, why must the truth be so bitter?"
Darkness, meanwhile, was trembling, her face red with both rage and possibly something else, "How dare they...!" She growled, her voice wavering between outrage and something disturbingly eager, "To use people as disposable subjects, to throw them into cages with unspeakable horrors, all in the name of 'research'... such cruelty, such disregard for human dignity! It's unforgivable!"
She shuddered, her cheeks burning as she gripped her sword hilt tightly,
"And yet... to think of men and women subjected to these experiments... their screams echoing in those sterile chambers... their screams echoing while the scientists record their suffering with pitiless eyes... Such depravity... it's unforgivable... yet... strangely irresistible to imagine..."
"DARKNESS!!!" Kazuma exploded, bolting upright with wide, horrified eyes, "This is NOT the time to be turned on!!"
The crusader whipped her head toward him, panting slightly as she exclaimed, "I-I can't help it! Their cruelty... it's just so... so absolute!"
"Dear god, someone put her in a cage instead," Kazuma muttered, burying his face in his hands as Aqua sobbed louder, Megumin muttered about noble explosions, and Darkness looked like she was about to faint from... excitement.
So weird... why'd you still keep her around Kazuma?
["Yeah a ton of their containment procedures are the only things standing between reality and some eldritch nightmare abomination that rolled on from hell." Boomstick informed them.]
["And when it comes to monstrosities that want nothing more than the destruction of all life, there might not be a better example than SCP-682, aka the Hard-to-destroy reptile." Wiz said as the screen shows a picture of SCP-682.]
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Background:
• Designation: "Hard-to-destroy reptile"
• Object Class: Keter (Very Hard to Contain)
• Length: Varies, usually under 5 metres
• Weight: Varies
• Exact origins unknown
• 3rd-Dimensional manifestation of SCP-6820-A
• Child of the Scarlet King
• Once fought Teddy Roosevelt
• Likes: SCP-079, SCP-053, Bananas
• Dislikes: Life, Farmers, Impaired Driving
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["Now, this wouldn't be SO bad... if it didn't have an undying hatred for all sorts of life whatsoever." Boomstick shrugged, much to the rest of the Omniverse's shock and horror.]
["SCP-682 hates all life with a passion and anytime it spots anything which is alive, it will make the effort to kill it as quickly and messily as possible. Despite its hatred for all life, and seemingly human life most of all, it is fully capable of communicating with humans via spoken language. But more often than not, this just leads to him getting angry with whoever he's communicating with and just prompts him to kill them." Wiz explained]
["Oh yeah, he can definitely slaughter those humans if it wanted too, it just liked to be brought back in to soak in a nice acid bath, wait acid bath?! Wiz what even is this thing?!" Boomstick exclaimed.]
{Star Wars Universe (The Clone Wars Timeline)}
Jedi Temple:
The chamber of the Jedi High Council was thick with unease, the holoprojection of SCP-682's thrashing, snarling form radiating an oppressive aura that made even the seasoned Jedi Masters shift in their seats. Everyone sensed it, an overwhelming tide of malice unlike anything they had ever confronted. One could say that SCP-682 IS the Dark Side itself.
Yoda leaned more heavily on his cane, his ears drooping low as his voice carried a rare heaviness, "Life... hate it does. Living, it wishes none to remain. Powerful, destructive... like the Dark Side, it is. But no Sith, this creature is. Consumed by rage, it is. Dangerous... beyond measure."
Mace Windu's brow furrowed deeply as he said, "A creature that despises all life, no matter the form... Such hatred cannot be reasoned with, it can only be contained or destroyed. To allow it to exist is a danger to the entire galaxy."
Plo Koon's tone remained calm, yet the edge of unease was audible even through the rasp of his mask, "It is able to communicate, yet only to further its hatred... It clearly demonstrates not only power, but the intent to destroy everything we strive to protect. The fact it can think, strategize, and still choose destruction above all else makes it far worse than a beast."
Anakin Skywalker's fists clenched tightly on the arms of his chair, his jaw tightened as anger rose in his chest, "A creature that just kills for the sake of killing?! No compassion, no remorse, no end goal except endless death?! I don't care how strong it is, we have to destroy it. Permanently. Letting it live is just letting it kill again tomorrow."
Ahsoka Tano shook her head slowly as her voice wavered, "That's... horrifying. It doesn't just fight to survive, it just wants to see everything suffer and die... how can such a creature even exist!!"
Obi-Wan Kenobi frowned deeply, stroking his beard as he tried to frame his thoughts, "I have never encountered such a creature before. I would wager that it's as dangerous as any Sith Lord, perhaps even worse. At least with the Sith, there are motives one can anticipate. In some ways, that makes it more dangerous than any Sith."
"And if it is anything like this 'Doomsday' we've just witnessed, then killing it will not be an end. Even if we can kill it, it would just come back stronger." Mace Windu interjected with a frown.
Yoda's eyes closed for a moment, his expression furrowed with thought, "Grateful, we must be. In another universe, this creature exists. How they contain it, I must wonder."
For a brief, tense moment, silence filled the chamber again until Anakin forced a thin smirk onto his face, "Well... if there's one good thing... at least it wouldn't join the Separatists. Most likely it'd just destroy them first."
A few of the Council members gave him sharp looks for that remark, but others couldn't help the acknowledgment of truth in his words.
Palpatine's Office:
In the dim confines of his private chambers, Darth Sidious leaned forward, the flickering hololight casting jagged shadows across his face. His lips curled back, releasing a slow, rasping chuckle that echoed like venom in the air.
"Ahhh... fascinating. A creature whose hate is strong enough that even I can feel it..." His yellow eyes gleamed with unnatural hunger as the appearance of SCP-682 filled him with perverse delight, "Such unrelenting malice. It is not a weapon forged by Sith alchemy, nor the twisted science of the Separatists... but raw, living destruction."
He steeples his fingers, the shadows around him seeming to darken as he speaks, "While the Jedi would cower in fear, I see potential. Imagine if I can harness this beast and direct its hatred. Entire worlds, systems, perhaps galaxies would be reduced to ash at my command."
A cruel grin spreads across his face as his voice drops to a whisper,
"It is the perfect embodiment of the Dark Side... Yes... this 'SCP-682' would make a most... delightful weapon."
The Chancellor leaned back slowly as a cruel, satisfied laugh bubbling up from his throat. To others, they saw a nightmare. But to Sidious? He saw perfection.
Yeah, keep dreaming Palpatine. He'll kill you first before you'll even think about it.
{Hunter X Hunter Universe}
Royal Palace of East Gorteau:
Meruem's purple eyes narrowed as the weight of his gaze fixed upon the monstrous image before him. For a long moment, he said nothing. His tail flicked slowly against the polished floor of his throne room betraying his restrained agitation.
"A creature that despises all life... existing only to destroy." He said at last, "Such existence is unsightly. To hate without reason, to kill without purpose or intent beyond instinct..." His eyes hardened, a quiet disgust creeping into his tone, "...Such a thing can never be king. It cannot inspire loyalty. It cannot rule."
Meruem rests his chin on his hand, studying the image of 682 with a cold stare, "But... its resilience, its ability to adapt, to defy even death itself... That is power worthy of recognition."
Neferpitou practically quivered beside the throne, their claws twitching in excitement as their wide grin stretched unnaturally, "Ooohh~! How marvelous!" They purred, their voice trembling with manic curiosity, "It hates all life, kills anything it sees, and talks while doing it? Nyahaha! I'd love to dissect it... tear it open, see what makes it tick, then stitch it back together again! Does it scream? Does it adapt mid-dissection? Oooh, the fun we could have!"
Shaiapouf recoiled, his hands clutching his face as his wings fluttered in distress. His entire frame trembled as he shook his head violently, "A... a beast with no sense of purpose, no vision, no order!" His voice cracked into near hysteria as he dropped to his knees before Meruem, "My King, such chaos incarnate must never be allowed to approach you! Its very existence is filth! To even breathe the same air as you would taint your Majesty's perfection!"
His voice quivered with desperate loyalty as his forehead nearly pressed to the floor, "My King, please, such a grotesque thing must never be allowed near you! It is not even worthy to exist in your presence!"
Youpi stood firm and glared at the screen with narrowed, animalistic eyes. His deep voice rumbled with disdain as his lip curled, "Tch. It just kills for no reason? Makes me wonder how those humans managed to contain it." He grunted before he added, "But if it ever came for us, then I'd fight it until one of us fell. I don't care what it is, or how much it hates. I'd crush it piece by piece."
Meruem silences his Guards with a raised hand, his gaze never wavered from the monstrous depiction of SCP-682, "This creature is not a king. It is not even a soldier. It is a storm that leaves nothing but ruin. Such things cannot be reasoned with. They can only be destroyed."
A rare smirk forms across his lips as he said, "...Perhaps one day, I would test myself against it. To see if its hatred can match my will."
{Danganronpa Universe (Before the Killing School Life Game)}
Hope's Peak Academy:
Makoto Naegi's face drained of all color as he stared at the massive holographic screen dominating the gymnasium. His knees wobbled beneath him, barely keeping him upright. It was only his first day at Hope's Peak Academy, and already his life had been turned upside down by Monokuma's sadistic game. The threat of being forced to kill his classmates for survival was already unbearable, and now this. This... thing.
"H-he survived... being soaked in acid?!" Makoto's voice cracked as the footage shows SCP-682 casually swimming in a bubbling tank full of acid, "T-that's impossible!! ...Then again, maybe that's the least terrifying thing we've seen so far." His voice trembled, desperately trying to sound calm, though his legs betrayed him, shaking like leaves in the wind.
As sweat runs from her forehead and neck, Kyoko's mind is racing a hundred miles an hour right now as she takes in every single angle and detail of SCP-682.
"I... I think I understand now," She muttered in a hoarse voice, "Why this SCP-682 was chosen to fight Doomsday. They are both... unstoppable, unkillable monsters. Each one is a perfect reflection of destruction itself. In that sense..." She clenched her gloved hand, "They are the only fitting opponents for one another."
Byakuya Togami's usual arrogance faltered. He shakily adjusted his glasses as his attempt to remain calm was betrayed by the sweat gathering at his temples. He had always thought of himself as untouchable, superior, but this monster, this embodiment of hatred, had reduced him to something he despised: weak.
For the first time in his life, he felt worthless. Helpless. Pathetic. Small. Insignificant. Powerless. Exposed. The weight of those realizations made his stomach churn violently. He wanted to vomit, to claw these foreign feelings out of himself. They were beneath him. Beneath a Togami. And yet... he couldn't deny them.
"...Tch," He forced out through clenched teeth, trying to steady his voice, "Such an abomination cannot be reasoned with. It is a miracle that the SCP Foundation has managed to contain it at all. I... suppose even I must give credit where it's due." His lips curled in distaste, not only for the monster, but for himself for being forced to admit such weakness.
Toko Fukawa wrapped her arms tightly around herself, trembling violently, "H-h-hates all life?! J-just... j-just by looking at you?!" Her voice pitched higher, cracking with hysteria, "Th-that's insane! Wh-what kind of nightmarish world d-does a thing like that even come from?!" She buried her face in her arms, trying to block it all out, her fragile nerves shredding with every passing second.
Aoi Asahina clung desperately to Sakura's side, her wide eyes glistening with fear as she tried to pull herself together, "N-no way... no way, no way, NO WAY!" She stammered, "It just... hates life?! Like... like everything?!" Her knees nearly buckled as she yelled, "How do you even fight something like that?!"
Yasuhiro Hagakure was already panicking, gripping his dreadlocks and rocking back and forth, "Oooohhh no no no noooo!! Nope nope nope nope!" His voice cracked like glass as he wailed, "This is way beyond my fortune-telling skills, man! A giant murder-lizard that wants to kill EVERYTHING?!"
He jabbed a shaking finger at the screen and yelled out, "And an acid bath doesn't kill it?! NOPE, I'm out, I'm OUT!!" He scrambled backward, practically tripping over his own feet, even though there was nowhere to run.
Mukuro Ikusaba, still in her Junko disguise, stepped back instinctively, her body betraying what her soldier's mind screamed to suppress. Rivers of sweat poured down her pale face. Her legs trembled like a newborn fawn, and her throat was as dry as the desert
Her stomach twisted violently, as though her very body was rejecting the sheer malice radiating from SCP-682. She tried to hold onto the mission: pretend to be Junko, manipulate the students and start the killing game. But none of it matters now. None of it mattered when her entire body screamed at her to flee.
Is this... despair? The despair she sought for so long? That ultimate, all-consuming dread that swallowed reason? Could anyone truly withstand this?
'W-w-w-what... what is this feeling?!' Mukuro whimpered internally, her soldier's mask cracking, 'H-how could she... how could Junko find thrills in something like this?! I... I've never felt such dread before. I've stared death in the face countless times and brushed it off, but this... this is different. This is worse... so much worse.'
Her vision blurred as her breath quickened, and it took every fiber of her being not to collapse on the floor. Her body wanted to faint, to surrender to the fear. But she forced herself to stand, even as her mind teetered on the brink of collapse.
Monokuma Control Room:
As for Junko Enoshima herself, her eyes widened, almost unnaturally so. Then she exploded into a fit of unhinged laughter, her voice echoing off the room as she doubled over, clutching her stomach and nearly rolling on the floor as her heels clicked erratically against the tiles.
"Puhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu~!! OHHHH. MY. GODDDD!!! This is it! THIS. IS. IT! The absolute PEAK of DESPAIR!!" Her words tumbled out in a sing-song voice, "A giant lizard that hates ALL life, and I mean all of it, and just wants to kill EVERYTHING it sees?! It's like someone reached into my brain, pulled out my wettest despair-dream, and made it REAL!"
She twirls dramatically from her chair across the room, her pigtails whipping around her manic grin stretched wider than ever as she gazed up at the ceiling, laughing between gasps of breath, "And the way it talks, only to get MORE pissed off?! That's HILARIOUS! I love it! LOVE IT!!"
Suddenly she switches into her more serious, cruelly ecstatic tone,
"And the best part? You can't reason with it. It's not some tragic little sob-story villain with a broken heart... Nope! It's PURE. UNFILTERED. HOMICIDAL. DESPAIR bottled up into one giant, ugly, unkillable lizard! Yessss, this is what makes life worth living, because it proves that HOPE IS A JOKE!!"
She clutched her cheeks, sighing like a lovestruck schoolgirl, before breaking into another shuddering fit of giggles, "I think I'm in LOVE~! SCP-682... call me sometime, big guy. Together we could wipe out hope, love, friendship, EVERYTHING! And the despair... ohhh, the despair would be soooo exquisite!"
She collapsed backward again, arms splayed like a corpse as her laughter echoed endlessly, "Puhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu~! This is beyond despair... this is DESPAIR nirvana!"
["I'm glad you asked, the origins of SCP-682 are shrouded in mystery but a few things are known, it's a massive highly intelligent reptilian creature the size of an SUV that wants the destruction of all humanity, and unfortunately for humanity it just... won't... die." Wiz revealed.]
["Yeah as if the acid bath wasn't enough to give that away already." Boomstick commented.]
["There is one critical aspect to 682 that makes him one of the most dangerous SCP's in the known SCP universe - he can adapt to anything that destroys his body tissue, which is part of why he is considered to be almost impossible to kill." Wiz explained, "Even if one manages to find some way to destroy his body tissue, he can regenerate from any sort of wounds in seconds, even with only 13% of his body mass remaining."]
{JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Universe (Part 3 Timeline)}
Egypt:
Joseph Joestar practically leapt out of his seat, clutching his head with both hands as sweat poured down his face. His voice cracked with that classic Joestar panic, "OH... MY... GOD!!! You're telling me this THING can regenerate from basically NOTHING?! They had it down to thirteen percent and it STILL comes back?!"
He pointed at the screen with wild, flailing gestures, "That's not fair! That's CHEATING!! I'm not even sure if the Joestar Family Secret Technique would work on it!!!"
Jotaro Kujo stood stiff as a statue. His hat shadowed his eyes, but his jaw clenched as he spoke in his usual cold and flat tone, "...Yare yare daze. A monster that adapts to everything you throw at it... brute force won't mean jack. Even Star Platinum might crush it once, but if it just grows stronger then what's the point?"
He flexed his fist, the knuckles popping as he glared at the writhing reptile on the screen, "Tch. The only way to take down something like that... is to find a weakness it hasn't adapted to yet. If such a weakness even exists."
Noriaki Kakyoin adjusted his sunglasses, his brow furrowed as he stared intently at the screen, "Regenerating from near-total destruction... and intelligent on top of that? That's far more terrifying than any Stand user we've faced. Hierophant Green might bind it temporarily, but even Emerald Splash would be pointless once it adapts to it."
Jean Pierre Polnareff's jaw practically hit the floor as he staggered back, hands waving animatedly as he exclaimed, "Mon dieu! Acid baths! Bullets! Blades! And it just shrugs them off like mosquito bites?! That is no creature, it's some cursed horror movie villain that refuses to stay dead no matter what you do!"
He jabbed a trembling finger at the screen, his eyes widened with both awe and terror, "Let me make one thing perfectly clear, if that THING ever crawls anywhere near me... I'm running the other way! And I don't care if you call me a coward!"
Muhammad Avdol, however, remained steady, though his expression was grim as he said, "A being that evolves to survive every form of destruction... Fire, ice, acid, bullets, nothing will matter once it learns to resist them all. Even Magician's Red would be nothing but a kindling for its adaptation." He shook his head in irritation, "Such a creature is not just a threat to mankind, it is a scourge to life itself."
Iggy, the small Boston Terrier, crouched low, feet raised, a low growl rumbling from his throat. The Fool flickered into existence beside him, his tail twitching like a live wire.
"Arf! Grrrr!! Arf!!" Translation: "Yeah, forget this! I don't care what it is, I'm not fighting that overgrown gecko. Nope! Count me out, you humans can throw yourselves at it all you want. I'm staying RIGHT HERE!"
The little dog flopped onto his side, turning his back with exaggerated disinterest, but the way his tail thumped nervously against the floor betrayed his true feelings.
Joseph groaned at the sight, throwing his arms into the air, "See?! Even the dog's smarter than us! He's got the right idea!!"
{Rising of the Shield Hero Universe (After the Trial in Episode 21)}
Melromarc Castle:
Naofumi Iwatani scowled, fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white, "Tch... an enemy that regenerates from almost nothing, and adapts to whatever kills it? That's absolute bullshit. You could throw the strongest weapons, the deadliest magic, even a goddamn army at it, and it'd just come back stronger. No matter how tough our defenses are, it'll find a way through eventually."
He grit his teeth as his tone laced with frustration, "This isn't a fight we can win. It's survival. Nothing more."
Raphtalia's eyes widened, her hands trembling around the hilt of her sword. She tried to steady her breathing, but the sheer thought of such a monster was overwhelming for her, "A creature that survives even after most of its body is destroyed...?" She shook her head, her voice faltering for a moment, "That's horrifying. If something like that ever appeared in our world, entire kingdoms could fall in days. No army would be able to stop it."
Her gaze turned toward Naofumi, her fear clashing with determination in her voice, "But even so... if it threatened innocent lives, then we'd have no choice but to stand against it. Somehow. No matter the cost."
Filo,in her filolial form, had her feathers puffed up in agitation, as she bounced uneasily on her talons, and flapped her wings nervously,
"Ehhh?! So even if you smash it to teeny-tiny pieces, it just comes back?! That's cheating! That's not fair at all!" She puffed her cheeks, stamping her talons against the floor in frustration, "Filo doesn't like this lizard one bit! Filo would eat it if she could..." She paused, her face twisting in disgust, "But it'd probably just crawl back out of her belly!! Bleeegh!"
Melty gripped the hem of her dress tightly, her royal composure slipping as she frowned, "That... that isn't a monster. It's a calamity. If fire, acid, or blades can't destroy it... then what hope would magic have? Even the strongest spells from the royal court... would only work once before becoming useless." She bit her lip, lowering her voice as the implications sunk in, "If such a thing were ever summoned into our world... it wouldn't just rival the Waves, it would be the end of everything."
Itsuki Kawasumi tried to keep his composure, but his bow hand shook as he stared at the unkillable beast, "So... no matter how precise my shot is, no matter how powerful the strike... it would just heal, and then adapt, making the next arrow worthless." His voice cracked slightly as the realization sank in, "That's like... like fighting a boss with infinite HP and a constantly evolving moveset. There's no winning against something like that."
Ren Amaki furrowed his brow, cold sweat dripping down his face as he gripped his sword hilt with his right hand, "A monster that doesn't stay dead, no matter how many times you destroy it..." His knuckles whitened around the hilt as he continued, "Even in games, no matter how hard the boss is, there's always a weakness. But this... this is like a monster where the developers deliberately erased the concept of a weakness entirely."
His jaw tightened as he admitted, "If it appeared in our world... even all four Heroes fighting together wouldn't be enough to stop it."
Motoyasu Kitamura nearly dropped his spear, his eyes bulging with sweat rolling down his face as he shouted frantically, "WH-WH-WHAT?! It regenerates from thirteen percent of its body mass?!!! That's insane! No, that's beyond insane!! Not even the Waves spawn monsters this powerful!!"
His voice cracked in panic as he quickly turned toward Naofumi and pleaded, "Naofumi!! You... you'd protect us from it, right?! You'd used your shields and keep us safe, yeah?! RIGHT?!"
Naofumi responded by glaring at him. Normally, he would have flipped him off, left him to his own stupidity, and focused solely on protecting Raphtalia, Filo, and Melty. But this... this was different. SCP-682 has proven itself to be the strongest thing that they have ever faced, and he needs to actually work together with the other Heroes if they want to stop its rampage.
Too bad that it would be all for nothing Shield Hero.
{Chainsaw Man Universe}
Public Safety Devil Hunters HQ:
Denji scratched his head, tugging absently at the ripcord on his chest like he was debating whether to rev up as his eyes lit up with a mix of dread and thrill, "Wait, wait, wait... so you're tellin' me this freakin' lizard can survive with just thirteen percent of its body left?!" He let out a frustrated laugh, "That's some next-level cockroach shit. Chop it up, burn it, melt it, bam, it just comes crawling back."
"Honestly... even I'd get tired of hacking that thing apart over and over. But y'know..." He scratched his cheek as he let out a sharp-toothed grin, "If someone told me killing it meant I'd get three meals a day and an unlimited stack of porn mags... well... I'd probably keep trying anyway."
Power practically leapt to her feet, jabbing a finger at the screen with manic energy as her fangs bared in outrage, "WHAT IS THIS FOUL, FILTHY BEAST?! Even when its flesh is MELTED into sludge it comes back?! How utterly revolting!"
She puffed her chest out with mock arrogance with her hands on her hips, "Hah! It is no match for me, the great Blood Fiend! I too can regenerate endlessly, a true noble warrior of infinite beauty and power!! This pathetic lizard would kneel before Power!!"
But then, as the realization dawned on her, her expression faltered,
"...Wait... if it hates all life..." She jabbed a thumb at her chest, "...that means it would hunt me too?! Nonsense!! No, no, NO! This thing should bow to me!! I REFUSE to be eaten by some slimy lizard!!!"
Aki Hayakawa's cigarette wavered between his fingers as his jaw tightened. His normally cold expression changed to a hint of unease "Something that regenerates this fast... and adapts to every possible form of killing..."
He exhaled sharply, the cigarette trembling at the edge of his lips as he said, "Even if we gathered every Devil Hunter, every contract, Division 4 hunter at its strongest, we wouldn't kill it. The best we'd do is stall it... maybe for minutes."
Himeno gave a shaky laugh, though her single eye betrayed how unsettled she really was. She forced on her usual teasing smile, but her voice lacked its normal confidence, "Heh... an immortal monster that shrugs off everything you throw at it? Sounds like the kind of crap that crawls out of my nightmares."
She turned her head toward Aki, her tone dropping to something more serious, "You're right, Aki. Even the Ghost Devil wouldn't be able to hold that thing down. At best, we'd just be feeding it more lives to chew through."
She sighed heavily, raising a hand to cover her mouth. "...Fighting it would just be suicide."
Kobeni Higashiyama had already lost all composure. Tears streamed down her face as she grabbed at her hair, her entire body shaking as though the monster was already in the room, "WHY DOES SOMETHING LIKE THIS EXIST?!" She screamed loudly, "IT'S HUGE!! IT'S SMART!! IT HATES EVERYTHING ALIVE!!! AND YOU CAN'T KILL IT?!"
She dropped to her knees shaking violently as she shouted, "NO NO NO, I QUIT!! I'M DONE!! I CAN'T FIGHT THAT!! I'M GONNA DIE, I'M GONNA DIE, I'M GONNA DIE!!!" She flailed wildly, practically foaming at the mouth in hysteria.
Makima stood perfectly calm, her faint smile never wavering as her golden eyes gleamed with eerie interest, "...Fascinating," She murmured softly, "A being that cannot die, no matter how it is destroyed... and it hates all life so thoroughly that reason itself breaks against it."
She tilts her head, her voice smooth and unnervingly intrigued, "Something like this would be... useful. Imagine what humanity could accomplish if such a creature could be controlled... or better yet, tamed."
Her gaze lingered on the image of SCP-682 before her smile widened, "Yes... SCP-682. I think I'd like to meet it."
Sure Makima, it would kill you first if you even dare to control it.
["No matter what the Foundation does, they just never seem to neutralize SCP-682 for good. They exposed his body to a gem which can turn all living tissue to crystal, and he adapted his body to be immune to that before it could turn him to crystal!" Boomstick exclaimed.]
["In addition, SCP-682 can also absorb the biomass of any other living being and add it to his own, and can even absorb different types of energy through his skin." Wiz replied.]
["He also apparently has no problem killing children, as shown when the horrible, horrible Dr. W introduced two kids to the monster and he just ate them within seconds. So what happened to Dr. W? He was thrown in there as well, and of course he was also killed. Serves him right. That bastard." Boomstick grumbled.]
Everyone in the Omniverse was horrified to find out that SCP-682 has no problems with killing children, something that even most villains were shocked as not even they would stoop to kill children, and they were enraged to learn that it was a foundation member responsible for it, and they were all satisfied at seeing his death, it seems that even the SCP Foundation has morals as well, fragile as it is.
{My little pony Universe}
Castle of Friendship:
Twilight Sparkle's wings spread wide in horror, her pupils shrinking as her voice cracked, "Wait... what?! He just... ate children?!" Her hooves trembled as she shook her head violently, struggling to process the sheer inhumanity. Then her expression hardened, her eyes narrowing into a fierce glare directed at the image of Dr. W, "And that so-called scientist threw them in on purpose?!" Her voice rose with a mix of fury and sorrow, "That's beyond cruel, it's immoral! No amount of research or knowledge justifies such an atrocity! Thank Celestia he got what he deserved!"
She exhaled shakily, her face falling into a grim, almost hopeless look as she turned back to the monstrous image of SCP-682, "And as for 682... adapting to crystallization, biomass absorption, energy absorption..." she shook her head in disbelief "This creature is unlike anything we've ever faced before. Tirek, Chrysalis, Sombra... none of them compare to this level of hatred and destruction."
Rainbow Dash hovered above the others, her wings beating furiously as her jaw clenched so tight her teeth grind together, "Eating... kids?!" She barked out, "That's it. I don't care how tough or invincible this creep is, I'd buck its scaly face straight into orbit if I had the chance!"
She threw a punch into the air, her hooves colliding with a thunderous crack, "And that Dr. W creep?!" Her voice broke into a furious shout, "I'd toss HIM in first! What kind of sick, twisted psycho sacrifices kids just to prove how smart he is?! He doesn't deserve the title of 'scientist.' He's just trash!!"
Applejack slammed her hoof so hard the floor beneath them rattled, "For Celestia's sakes, that's just plain evil!" Her face turned crimson with fury, her eyes narrowed into slits as she exclaimed, "Feedin' innocent young'uns to some unkillable, life-hatin' varmint like that?!" She spat to the side in disgust.
She stomped again, her hat nearly flying off her head as she yelled, "Ah don't care how many fancy degrees that Dr. W feller had, he ain't no scientist. He's a monster! Good thing he got what was comin' to him!"
Rarity gasped sharply, her hoof flying to her mouth as tears welled in her sapphire eyes, "Children?!" She whispered, her voice cracking with grief, "Those poor, precious darlings... to have met such a horrid, merciless end..." Her whole body trembled with disgust and sorrow.
She shook her head violently, her voice rising into a shout, "And that so-called doctor! To stoop to such barbarity, to throw away lives as though they were scraps of fabric!" She stomped her hoof, her tears dripping to the floor as she shouted, "I cannot imagine a more hideous lack of compassion. Simply monstrous! Simply unforgivable!!"
Pinkie Pie's mane deflated instantly, sagging limp and straight down as her ears drooped. Tears rolled down her face as she whispered in a voice so quiet it sent chills through the room, "...Kids... eaten... just like that?" Her normally bubbly tone was gone, replaced with a hollow despair, "That's not funny at all. That's just... awful. Too awful."
Then suddenly, with an audible poof, her mane fluffed back into place. Her eyes, usually filled with joy, now burned with fiery determination, "NO. I won't let something like that slide!" She stomped her hooves and growled, her grin sharp and uncharacteristically vengeful, "If I ever saw that scaly meanie, I'd throw the BIGGEST, MEANEST, most NO-FUN-ALLOWED party ever, and I'd stuff him so full of dynamite cupcakes he'd blow up from the inside out!!"
Fluttershy collapsed to her knees, her hooves covering her face as sobs wracked her small frame, "Th-they were just children..." She whimpered, her tears soaking her fur, "How could anyone do that to them?!" Her voice trembled so hard she could barely get the words out.
Then, shockingly, she lowered her hooves and looked up. Her teal eyes, usually soft and kind, blazed with a fury none of her friends had ever seen before. Her voice rose in a rare, thunderous shout and yelled,
"And that thing, if it hates life so much, then it doesn't even deserve to be called a creature! And that horrible man... that monster of a doctor...he got exactly what he deserved!!!"
Everyone gasped at Fluttershy's outburst. It was rare to see her get angry, but she was nowhere this angry before in her life.
"...Um... Fluttershy... are you okay?" Spike asked cautiously, clutching his tail.
Twilight, still shaken by her own fury looked at her dearest friend with a pained frown, "No, Spike. She's not. None of us are. And honestly..." Twilight's wings drooped as her voice cracked, "...I don't think anypony could be after hearing this."
Good... at least you finally learned something Twilight Sparkle.
{My Life as a Teenage Robot Universe}
Wakeman Residence:
Jenny (XJ-9) gasped, her optic sensors glowing a dangerous, pulsing red as her fists clenched so tight the metal squealed, "He... he ate kids?!" Her voice cracked with rage, her modulator distorting from the sheer force of emotion, "That's pure evil! And that so-called doctor... feeding children to their deaths like lab rats?!" Her voice rose into a furious shout, "That's just cruel!! I swear, if 682 hadn't already torn him apart, I'd scrap him into nothing myself!"
Brad dragged both hands down his face, pacing circles in the room as sweat dripped from his forehead, "Man, this thing just keeps getting worse and worse! First it doesn't die, then it adapts to everything, and now..." He jabbed a frantic finger at the screen, "Now it's snacking on kids like it's a Saturday morning breakfast?!"
He whirled to face Jenny and said, "Jen, listen to me, you're tough, okay, you're super tough, but maybe... just maybe this is one bad guy even you don't wanna mess with. Like, save the world, fine, fight the Cluster, sure. But this? This is one fight you can't win."
Tuck practically screamed as he dove headfirst behind the couch, hugging a pillow like his life depended on it, "NOPE! NOPE! NUH-UH! I'M OUT! DONE!" His muffled voice cracked as he rocked back and forth, "First it won't die, then it learns everything you throw at it, and now it eats kids like SNACKS?!" He popped his head up just long enough to shriek, "Forget giant robots, forget evil aliens, forget all of it... I'm moving to Mars the second that lizard shows its ugly mug!"
Dr. Nora Wakeman's usually stern composure cracked, her voice trembling with fury. Her hands shook as she adjusted her glasses, "Children. He fed it children..." She hissed through clenched teeth, "That... that is monstrous beyond comprehension! Whoever this so-called 'Dr. W' was, he was no man of science. He was a sadistic butcher hiding behind a title."
"And that creature's ability to resist crystallization and absorb biomass only proves it. It is the most dangerous thing to ever exist." She turned sharply to her daughter and said, "Jennifer, if you ever faced it, you would need to rethink combat entirely. This isn't an enemy you can fight, it's something that should be avoided at all costs."
Sheldon sat frozen in place as his complexion drained of all color. His hands trembled uncontrollably, his jaw slack as he muttered, "Even... even kids...?" He swallowed hard, bile rising in his throat, "That's... that's just... too horrible. Too much."
Slowly, shakily, he turned toward Jenny, his eyes pleading with every ounce of his being, "Jenny... promise me. If you ever... ever meet this thing... don't fight it alone. Please. You're incredible, you're strong, but this is... this is something different. Promise me you won't try to be a hero by yourself."
Normally, Jenny would roll her eyes, maybe laugh off his concern. But this time... she didn't. She looked Sheldon straight in the eye and gave a single, quiet nod.
{Powerpuff Girls Universe}
Utonium Residence:
Blossom's eyes widened at first, but then her pupils hardened into a glare filled with fury, "He ate... children?!" Her voice shook with disbelief as she clenched her fists so tightly that small sparks of pink energy flickered around them, "That's not just a monster. That's pure evil."
Her usual composure was replaced with righteous anger as she exclaimed, "No matter how strong he is, no matter how many times he regenerates or adapts... we would never let something like that roam free. Monsters like him will not hurt innocent lives if we're not going to say anything about it!"
Bubbles gasped so loudly it almost echoed through the room, tears sprang instantly from her wide, watery eyes. She clutched Octi to her chest so tightly her knuckles turned white, "E-eating ch-children?!" Her voice cracked as sobs fought to break through, "That's... that's so, so, so horrible!!"
For a moment she trembled, her whole body shaking in terror. But then something inside her snapped. Her tears burned away, her eyes glowing an electric blue as her voice rose with sudden, uncharacteristic fury, "I don't care how scary you are, SCP-whatever-your-number-is!!" She shouted, her voice echoing with rage, "YOU HURT KIDS! THAT MAKES YOU THE WORST OF THE WORST!! AND THAT MEANS YOU'RE GOING DOWN!!"
Buttercup slammed her fists together with such force that a shockwave rippled through the room, rattling the windows. Her green eyes were blazing with fire, "Alright, that's it! This lizard freak just made it to the top of my list. I don't care if he can regenerate from thirteen percent, one percent, or even a single stupid cell, I'll blast him apart again, and again, and AGAIN, until there's NOTHING left to regenerate!!"
Her fury then shifted toward Dr. W, her lip curling in disgust as she yelled, "And that psycho 'doctor'? Feeding kids to that thing?! I'm glad 682 ate him! If it hadn't, I would've made him pay myself!"
Professor Utonium's eyes went wide at first, his normally calm demeanor shattered by what he just heard. His jaw tightened as a rare flash of anger broke through his features, "...Feeding children... to a monster? What kind of twisted, soulless man would even think of such a thing?" His voice cracked with restrained fury, "The Foundation may say they protect humanity... but this? This is inexcusable. That man... he deserved his fate."
His gaze shifted toward the screen, then down to the girls, "But SCP-682... That creature isn't just another monster of the week. It's something else. Something far worse. Girls, if it ever came near Townsville..."
He paused then looked at them with steely resolve and said, "...We'd have no choice. We'd have to stop it. No matter the cost."
"Yes, Professor." The three girls answered in unison.
You can try Powerpuff Girls. It wouldn't be enough.
["There was also one time where his body was threatened to be eaten alive by a group of SCP ants, and he developed a sticky anteater tongue in order to eat said ants." Wiz commented.]
["But most horrible of all, 682 is said to not even be one of God's creations! So the god of the SCP universe couldn't even erase him from existence because he didn't even create him in the first place!" Boomstick blurted out.]
["Indeed, it's been theorized that SCP-682 isn't even alive." Wiz revealed, much to everyone's surprise.]
{Record of Ragnarok Universe}
Valhalla Arena:
Brunhilde's eyes widened in shock at Wiz's words, her hand tightening on her throne, "Not one of God's creations...? Then what abomination is this?!" Her tone dripped with fury as she continued, "A thing so unnatural that even the gods cannot erase it?"
Her teeth clenched as she slammed her fist down onto the armrest with a resounding crack, "Something beyond the reach of gods and men, something that defies creation itself
... should never have been allowed to exist in any world!"
Göll trembled beside her sister, clutching tightly at her sleeve, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes, "B-but... if even the Gods didn't create it... then it doesn't follow any rules!" She shook her head in panic and yelled, "No one can punish it... and no one can destroy it!"
Zeus chuckled at first, a hand stroking his long white beard, his wrinkled face showing amusement before it is replaced by slight concern, "Hooh... a creature outside of the gods design? Heh... fascinating." For once, the glimmer of unease in his eyes betrayed his words as he continued, "But even I'd be lying if I said I'd want to stand in its way. That thing ain't natural... and that makes it all the more dangerous."
Shiva crossed his many arms, with every hand tightening into fists, his fiery aura crackling and flaring in visible agitation. His normally confident grin faltered as he leaned forward, "Oi oi oi... so this monster doesn't belong to any god's creation?" His sharp teeth grind together as he looks at the screen in annoyance, "That means it isn't bound by dharma, karma... or anything!"
The God of Destruction clicked his tongue, his eyes flashing with frustration as he muttered, "Tch... now that's a creature even I wouldn't wanna dance with. And that says a lot."
Odin leaned forward on his throne, his single eye glowing with cold, dangerous contemplation and his grip on Gungnir tightened, "...If it lies outside the will of gods, then it lies outside of our control." His voice echoed like thunder across the chamber, "It is an aberration. A flaw that must be corrected."
Poseidon's lips curled into a sneer, his disgust palpable, as his cold, ocean-blue eyes burned with disdain at the unkillable reptile,
"Pathetic. A beast that was not created by us... and yet it dares persist?" He leaned forward slightly and he clicked his tongue, "It is an insult to us. It deserves nothing but annihilation."
Buddha leaned back casually in his seat, twirling a lollipop between his fingers as though none of this fazed him. But behind his relaxed posture, his eyes sharpened to a rare seriousness as he exhaled softly, "So he's not created by the gods, huh? Didn't see that one coming." He let the lollipop rest between his lips as he let out a small smirk, "If that thing ever got chosen to fight in Ragnarok, it wouldn't even be a contest. He'd crush all of us, gods, humans, everyone in a single sweep."
Poseidon's glare shot across the chamber at the Enlightened One, "Watch your tongue, Buddha."
Buddha slowly removed the lollipop from his mouth, twirling it lazily as his lips curled into a knowing grin.
"Am I wrong?" He asked flatly as he pointed the candy stick at the screen, "He's immortal. He adapts to anything. And he hates all life. That includes you, fish-face."
{Hazbin Hotel Universe}
Hazbin Hotel:
Charlie's hands shot to her mouth as the weight of Wiz's words crashing against her optimism like a tidal wave, "W-wait... not even God created it?!" Her voice cracked, trembling as her wings sagged. "Then... then what is it?! If it's not alive, if it's not even... part of creation, how can it still exist?!"
Her voice grew smaller, shattering with dread, "And how could anyone ever hope to stop something like that...?" The spark of hope that defined her dimmed, as if smothered by the sheer impossibility of SCP-682.
Vaggie's jaw dropped, then she bared her teeth in pure fury, and instinctively stepped in front of Charlie like a shield, "You're kidding me... even God didn't make it?!" She hissed, her grip tightening on her spear as her tone grew venomous, "And it HATES all life?! Screw that. Screw everything about that! Nothing that twisted deserves to EXIST!! If that thing ever came near you, Charlie, I'd tear it apart with my bare hands before I let it touch you!"
Angel Dust threw his arms up, the cigarette dangling from his lips trembling as he tried to mask his unease with sarcasm, "Hold the fuck up, you're tellin' me this thing ain't even alive?!" He forced out a panicked laugh, "So what is it, huh? A walking corpse? A big lizard with no reason to exist, but still walkin' around pissed at everything?"
He forced a grin, puffing smoke to hide the way his hands shook in fear, "Jeez... and I thought I was a bad creation. Guess I've been outclassed."
Husk nearly dropped his glass, his tail lashing nervously as his ears twitched, "...The hell d'you mean it ain't alive? It's walking around, eating people, and growing freakin' anteater tongues, sounds alive to me."
He took a long, heavy drink, before he continued, "Maybe it doesn't have a soul, but it sure as shit's still kicking... Honestly, crap like this makes me real glad I already checked outta the 'livin' business."
For a few moments, a deathly static filled the air until Alastor broke the silence with a sudden, manic burst of laughter, "Not one of God's creations, eh? Hohoho~!! Now that is fascinating!" His grin stretched wide as his shadow twisted around him, his voice buzzing with ecstatic madness, "A little error in existence! A being that even the Almighty himself cannot erase!"
He clutched his microphone cane, his eyes glowing with unholy delight as he exclaimed, "I daresay, I rather like it. A beast with no beginning and no end? Why, it's chaos incarnate! A truly perfect little monster~!"
The room felt cold as Lucifer leaned forward, the playful sparkle usually dancing in his crimson eyes was gone, "...So. He's not created by Him. A creature that even my Father did not create... is a creature that does not belong here."
"If such a monstrosity crawled into my realm, I would not play games. I would burn it out of existence with everything I had... For Hell. For Heaven. For all of creation alike." Lucifer muttered to himself as he exhaled slowly.
{God of War universe}
Sindri's House - Realm Between Realms:
Atreus' eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as confusion and fear swirled across his young face, "Wait... not even a god made it? Then what is it? If it's not alive... how can it think? Why does it hate all life?" His voice cracked as he looked between the others, searching desperately for reassurance, "That's... that's not possible. Everything has an origin. If something like this exists, then...then it means there are things even the gods can't destroy."
Mimir's carved eyes blinked rapidly, his head rocking on Kratos' belt in disbelief. For once, his tone carried no humor, only dread, "Bloody Hel... Yer tellin' me there's a creature not created by gods?" His tone grows grim, his wit faltering for once, "That, lads and lass, is nae beast. That's an aberration. The sort o' thing even the Norns'd never want tae weave." He exhaled sharply, muttering, "...By the roots of Yggdrasil, some things just shouldnae be."
"A being with no origin. That isn't even alive, yet it grows. It adapts. It kills." Freyja's usually steady voice wavered, though her simmering fury bled through every syllable, her nails digging into her palms until her knuckles whitened, "Even the Vanir would call such a thing a curse upon the world, a blight upon all realms."
Her eyes narrowed as she glared at the monstrous reptile on the screen, "If the gods themselves did not shape it, then it is an insult to all of creation. I would burn every forest, every river, every last trace of Midgard itself before I allowed something like that to walk freely."
Kratos stood silent for a long, suffocating moment as he flexed his fists, the leather of his gauntlets creaking under the strain,
"If it was not made by a god, if it is not alive, then it cannot be killed. It can only be contained." He glared at the image of SCP-682 as he continued, "And if such a creature were ever to walk our realm... I would fight it. Not to win. Not to survive. But to keep it from destroying it all."
["Then there was also one time where they destroyed lots of his body with laser beams, and he grew reflective scales all over his body to even adapt to that!" Boomstick shouted.]
["Rather impressive, yes... but given all the other crazy things this reptile has survived, I find it mind-boggling that anyone would think that this would work. What do I mean? One time, it ate one pound of potassium cyanide and survived. The average human only has a fifty-percent chance to survive ingesting a third of a gram of cyanide. He was also once shrouded in SCP-017's shadows, which has been known to leave no trace of its victims. Though to this day, it is unknown whether 682 harmed it or just prompted it to back off." Wiz explained further.]
["Still not crazy enough? One time, 682 entered a room with SCP-826, which brings the realm of any book to life. It was equipped with a book titled The Generally Nice, Friendly Thing That Can And Will Kill SCP-682 Permanently if it So Much As Spots That Damn Lizard, a short book that was only twelve pages. After 30 minutes, SCP-682 emerged from the room, looking more pissed-off than usual, and the book they got back was now named The Generally Nice, Friendly Thing That Tried To Kill SCP-682 Permanently But Failed. Oh, and it was now over 200 pages about the epic battle between the two." Boomstick rambled.]
{DC universe}
Watchtower:
Superman's eyes narrowed like a blade of ice, the faint glow of his heat vision flickering for an instant as his fists tightened at his sides,
"It... adapted to lasers? And cyanide didn't even slow it down?"
"That's... unbelievable. If something like that exists on Earth, then it's a threat even I might not be able to handle." He exhaled through his nose with frustration, "No wonder he's selected to fight against Doomsday." He mutters under his breath, "And the book thing...if it can ignore an ending written specifically to kill it... that means even reality-warpers can't stop it."
Batman stood silent for a moment, as the faint whir of his cowl's sensors and his eyes narrowed into slits, "So, it's not just strong, it adapts infinitely. Toxins, energy weapons, even conceptual threats won't work on it..."
His mind raced as he continued, "If what they're saying is true, SCP-682 can't simply be fought. It would require constant containment, and a contingency layered with contingencies. And even then, it's not guaranteed that it will hold it for long."
His gaze sharpened as a flicker of rare unease beneath the cowl as he spoke, "And the fact that it walked out of a story made to kill it... means it's operating outside normal rules of existence. In some ways... it's worse than Doomsday."
Wonder Woman shakes her head in shock, her tone heavy with concern, "A creature that resists even the will of creation itself..."
She straightened, shoulders squaring with resolve as she looked to her teammates, "If such a beast were ever to cross into our world, it would not be a battle for heroes alone. We would need the united strength of gods, Amazons, Lanterns, and every champion of Earth on our side, and even then victory would be uncertain."
Flash mouth hanging open, then nervously chuckles, "Okay... okay, hold on. You're telling me they wrote a book specifically designed to end this thing, and it not only survived but turned it into a 200-page action story?
His mouth fell open, eyes darting between his teammates like he needed someone to confirm he wasn't hallucinating, "... W-what even is that book anyways?!"
Green Lantern (Hal Jordan) gawked, his grip tightening instinctively around his glowing ring, "Alright, hold up. Energy beams? Poison? A literal shadow entity that erases people? And it shrugs all of it off?!"
He gestures wildly at the screen and exclaimed, "Guys, my ring runs on willpower, but if it adapts to that... I don't even wanna imagine it. What the hell do you do against something that rewrites its own story?!"
Cyborg's eyes flared with shifting holographic readouts, processors whirring audibly as he ran calculations faster than most supercomputers could dream of, "No way... this thing just rewrote its own narrative? His adaptability is crazier than Doomsday.." He grimaced, scanning the data again as alarms flickered across his internal HUD, "Even if we had a Mother Box, I don't think we could guarantee shutting it down permanently."
{Black Clover Universe}
Black Bulls Headquarters:
Asta's eyes nearly bulged out of his head, his voice echoing like a thunderclap across the room, "HE SURVIVED CYANIDE?! And laser beams?! AND A BOOK THAT WAS LITERALLY WRITTEN TO KILL HIM?! HOW DO YOU EVEN FIGHT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!"
He gripped the hilt of his Demon-Slayer sword so tightly his knuckles whitened, veins popping with raw determination as he exclaimed, "NO MATTER HOW STRONG OR HOW INDESTRUCTABLE IT IS, I'D STILL FIGHT HIM WITH EVERYTHING I'VE GOT!!!"
Yami Sukehiro leaned back in his chair, cigarette dangling lazily from his lips as a slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, "...Reflective scales, huh? Heh." He took a long drag of his cigarette and commented, "That's some next-level tough bastard right there. Even I'd have to go full Dark Cloaked Dimension Slash just to make a dent on it."
He exhaled a cloud of smoke and narrowed his eyes in thought, "...Wouldn't mind a spar, though. Bet it'd be one hell of a fight. Might even make me break a sweat."
Noelle Silva stood frozen, her pink eyes wide in disbelief as she spoke, "Eaten... cyanide? And survived? And lasers bounced off of it?"
"That's absurd! Even the strongest mana in the Clover Kingdom couldn't allow a creature to become this powerful!" Her grip on her wand tightened as she whispered, "...But if it ever threatened the Clover Kingdom, I'd drown it with everything I have. No matter the cost."
Luck Voltia's entire body buzzed with excitement as literal sparks of lightning dancing wildly across his shoulders and fingertips, "YES! YESSS!!" He shouted with manic glee, his grin stretching ear to ear, "A monster that adapts to everything?! Lasers, shadows, even a book that's designed to kill it?! This is PERFECT!" His electric blue eyes practically glowed as he leaned forward, practically vibrating with bloodthirsty joy, "I HAVE to fight it! Imagine how strong I'd get if I survived that!!"
Magna Swing's jaw dropped and pointed furiously at the screen as he yelled, "WHAT THE HELL KIND OF MONSTER IS THIS?!" Reflective scales against lasers?! A BOOK turned into a two-hundred-page fight scene and STILL couldn't kill it?! That's busted, TOTALLY busted!!"
He shot a murderous glare at Luck and yelled, "And NO, I am NOT helping you fight it, you lightning-crazed maniac! You'll drag me straight to my death!"
Finral Roulacase clutched his head with both hands, eyes darting wildly as he began pacing in frantic circles, "A BOOK tried to kill it and it just rewrote the story?! Are you kidding me?!" He let out a strangled groan as he yelled, "That's beyond overpowered! That's not even fair!"
Zora Ideale leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed and a wicked grin hidden beneath his mask, "Heh. Figures. Another 'indestructible' freak stomping around while everyone else wastes time throwing half-baked plans at it."
His eyes glinted with a sharp, calculating mischief as he said, "If a book can't kill it, then maybe someone needs a trap that writes itself while it's fighting. Beat it at its own game." A dark chuckle slipped past his lips, "...Now that would be fun."
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Feats:
• Survived encounters with other deadly SCPs
• Survived over 200 termination attempts
• Survived seeing SCP-096's face
• Killed SCP-076-02 in a fair battle
• Survived getting his neck snapped by SCP-173
• Endured having a piece of his hide torn off by SCP-2521
• Presumably survived and recovered from SCP-012's effects
• Endured being punctured by SCP-162's vast arsenal of sharp objects
• Regenerated from 0.03 ml of blood
• Breached out of the foundation more than any other SCP (The only SCP even close to SCP-682's record is SCP-106)
• Ate 50000000+ bananas in 7 minutes
• Resisted Dr. Shaw using SCP-963
• Would have been able to survive the inevitable end of the universe itself and live the rest of his eternal life alone in said dying universe
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["SCP-682 has proved time and time again why he's nicknamed 'The Hard-to-Destroy Reptile' by the Foundation. He's regenerated from 0.03 milliliters of blood or even having 100% of his body erased, survived seeing 096's face and that guy can tear through almost anything just to kill someone who's seen his face." Wiz revealed.]
["He can grow as big as a universe and consume multiple galaxies, stalemated SCP-3812, revive itself after being killed, having his consciousness destroyed by Dr. Bright and SCP-061's and SCP-668's mind-altering powers, resisted having its narrative altered and..... even removed from the plot by various authors?! What the fucking hell is this?!" Boomstick exclaimed.]
["He's also battled equally powerful SCPs that are tasked with terminating SCP-682 like SCP-001, the gate guardian, whose sword can instantly kill anything in its radius, and SCP-3812 who can make infinite spatial and temporal anomalies. He's even used powers he's absorbed against his opponents like 999, 923 and 1056. He's even matched 076 Able, who was capable of slashing petals that spans entire universe that destroyed The Bloom, which would've collapsed the entire multiverse." Wiz revealed further.]
{That time I got reincarnated as a slime universe}
Jura Tempest Federation:
Rimuru's eyes shot wide open, his body practically bouncing as he leapt up from his seat, "Wait, wait, WAIT! Did I hear that right?! Regenerated from 0.03 milliliters of blood?! That's, like... a raindrop's worth! Even if you erased his entire body, he just comes back?! That's... that's not even regeneration, that's straight-up cheating!"
Inside his mind, Raphael's calm, clinical tone corrected him,"Correction: Subject SCP-682's regenerative properties and resistance to conceptual erasure far exceed all known skill-based abilities. Its persistence is not classified as standard healing. Its existence functions closer to a paradox, not bound by conventional biological or metaphysical rules."
Rimuru slumped forward, sweatdropping as he muttered, "...So basically, hacks. Just pure hacks."
Across from him, Diablo's golden eyes gleamed with a disturbing hunger, his lips curling into a sinister, almost ecstatic grin, "Ohhh... how delightful! A being that resists narrative alteration itself? That even its authors failed to erase?" His shoulders trembled with shivers of pleasure, "My lord, if you would so graciously permit it, I would relish the honor of testing myself against such a monstrosity. To experience the ecstasy of battling something so exquisitely impossible... ah, I can hardly contain myself!"
Shion, meanwhile, slammed her fist into her palm with confidence, completely missing the point, "Hah! So what if he can grow to the size of a universe and swallow galaxies whole? I'll just slice him clean in half with one swing of my sword!"
Rimuru sweatdropped harder, waving his arms and said, "Shion... no. Please. He'd probably just eat your sword and get stronger from it."
Shuna's face paled, her delicate hands covering her mouth as her voice trembled with horror, "To think... such a monster exists out there. Even children... not even they would be spared. Rimuru-sama, this creature is nothing short of pure evil."
Benimaru stood tall, his expression grim and focused and said, "Hmph. If it can clash with beings that collapse multiverses as if they were playthings, then Tempest would be obliterated in an instant. Rimuru-sama, even with all your power... this opponent may push you further than anything we've ever faced."
"...It cannot be destroyed, erased, or controlled. Even if we tried our most desperate measures, it would only adapt. In short... it is an enemy that no nation, no army, no god would ever truly defeat." Souei added from the shadows.
Hakurou stroked his beard thoughtfully and said, "Hm... a creature that rejects death itself, resisting fate, story, and even divine judgment... Truly, the most dangerous of all opponents. Such a foe cannot be conquered by strength alone. It is the epitome of endurance."
Rimuru threw up his arms in exasperation, bouncing in frustration, "So what you're all telling me is... SCP-682 is literally the kind of final boss that you can't win against, no matter what skills or cheats you pull out of your pocket. Great. Fantastic. Nope. I'm not touching that thing unless Raphael pulls out some broken counter-hack."
Raphael's voice responded instantly,"Notice: Probability of victory against Subject SCP-682... 0.0000000001%."
Rimuru twitched, deadpanning with sarcasm, "...Great. So you're saying there's a chance."
{The Misfit of Demon King Academy}
Anos Family Residence:
Anos Voldigoad leaned back in his chair as a confident smirk tugged at his lips. His crimson eyes glimmered with amusement, "So... a reptile that regenerates from a single droplet of blood, consumes galaxies, and resists even erasure from the narrative itself. Hmph. Not bad. But if it truly believes it cannot be destroyed... then it simply hasn't met me yet."
Misha Necron's eyes widened and spoke with a gentle voice, "...Even when its body is erased, it still returns. Anos, its regeneration is dangerous, even for you. If you face it, you must take it seriously."
Sasha Necron grit her teeth as she glared at the screen, her frustration boiling over as she yelled, "Tch! Resisting mind control, complete annihilation, even alterations to its own story?! What kind of abomination is that supposed to be?!"
Eleonore Bianca clasped her hands tightly, her voice trembling with a mixture of awe and dread, "Consuming galaxies... challenging gods... and even rejecting being removed by the very authors itself ... that's terrifying! No army of demons, no legion of heroes could ever hope to contain something like that!"
But Anos simply closed his eyes, radiating that familiar, unshakable confidence that only he could wield, "All of you are thinking far too small. Yes, this 'SCP-682' has adapted beyond comprehension. Yes, it has battled entities of infinite strength. And yes, it even spat in the face of those who wrote its reality. But... there is no such thing as absolute immortality."
Sasha snapped toward him, her voice sharp with both anger and disbelief, "Don't tell me you seriously think you could kill it!"
Anos smirked wider as he opened his eyes, "Of course I could. All that's required is magic more absolute than its existence. If the 'plot' itself cannot erase it..." His hand gestured casually and continued, "...then I would simply destroy the 'plot' in its entirety, and write a new one. A story in which this so-called immortal reptile never existed at all."
Misha blinked, then gave a small smile, the tension in her shoulders easing just slightly, "...That does sound like something only you would say, Anos."
Eleonore, still visibly uneasy, bit her lip and asked, "But if even beings capable of destroying entire multiverses failed to defeat it..."
Anos looked at her and said, "Then they were not me. Compared to the Demon King of Tyranny... even this so-called immortal reptile would eventually fall before me."
{Umineko no Naku Koro ni Universe}
Featherine Augustus Aurora rested her head lazily upon her hand, her golden eyes glimmering like twin universes as she listened to Wiz and Boomstick recount the tale of SCP-682. Her lips curved into a faint, amused smile.
"My, my... a reptile that endures erasure, revives after countless deaths and even defies the will of its own authors?" She let out a delicate laugh, "How deliciously absurd! I have seen through the pages of countless worlds, woven and unmade entire pantheons of gods, and yet never have I encountered such a stubborn creature. Perhaps, if it were foolish enough to cross me, it might even prove to be... entertaining."
"To wrestle with the likes of SCP-001 and SCP-3812, and even stalemate the latter? Most mortals cannot even begin to comprehend such a scale. That it can grow to the size of a universe and devour galaxies... ah, truly something worth noticing." She added with a sly smile tugs at her lips as she leans backs, "'Hard-to-Destroy Reptile'? How quaint. No, 682 is an unkillable narrative, an enemy not to life itself, but to the very concept of endings. How delightful."
Her eyes narrowed, glinting with sharp mischief as her tone shifted, "But... I wonder. If I were to dip my pen into the fabric of this tale and rewrite the reptile's destiny, would it twist free even from my script? Would it resist even my narrative?" She mused, tapping her finger gently against her cheek, "...Oh, what a delicious experiment that would be."
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Known Adaptations:
• Radiation Beam
• Mind Control
• Size Changing
• Prehensile Limbs
• Sonic Stun
• Helium Shell
• Illusions
• Existence Erasure
• And many more...
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["But despite his powers, SCP-682 is far from unstoppable. He has been pacified on several occasions. One of which is when the foundation tested SCP-682 with SCP-999, the tickle monster, which is literally a pile of orange sentient slime. And he's just the cutest little thing I have ever seen!" Boomstick awed as the screen shows a picture of SCP-999.]
["And despite all odds, SCP-682 actually lost to SCP-999 by... tickling it until it fell asleep." Wiz said in surprise.]
{Miraculous ladybug Universe (After Season 4)}
Collège Françoise Dupont:
Marinette's eyes bulged out, her jaw hanging open as she slapped her hands over her mouth, "W-wait... you're telling me that thing, the giant, terrifying, unkillable lizard monster that hates all life was taken down by a... by a blob of slime?!" Her voice cracked as she broke into uncontrollable laughter, "That's... that's ridiculous! But hey, if it works, it works! Maybe next time they should try cuddles and cookies too!"
Adrien snickered before making a playful claw motion with his hands, "Pfft, HA! So the big bad of the SCP world is weak to tickles? That's like, the most poetic justice ever. The ultimate terror of humanity, brought down by giggles. That's so much better than explosions or lasers." He mock-growled, lunging toward Marinette with wiggling fingers, "Beware! The tickle monster is humanity's greatest weapon!"
Alya nearly dropped her phone from laughing so hard. She wiped a tear from her eye, before quickly unlocking her phone, "Hold on, HOLD ON, lemme get this straight... the monster that no weapon and no experiment could stop... just laughed itself to sleep because of an orange slime?!" She started typing furiously and exclaimed, "Oh, I have to post this. People online are gonna lose their minds. #LethalLizardLosesToSlime, this is going viral!"
Nino threw his head back, clutching his stomach in hysterics, "Dude, that's straight-up cartoon logic! He eats acid, survives nukes, tanks a million experiments, and the one thing that works is a little gooey slime buddy with a sense of humor?!" He shook his head, wheezing between laughs.
Chloé crossed her arms, her face scrunched in disdain as she complained, "Ugh, are you kidding me? That... disgusting, revolting reptile thing actually laughed? That's not funny, it's creepy! Monsters shouldn't laugh, it's just... wrong." She shuddered before she looked away.
{Big Hero 6 Universe}
Fred's House:
Hiro Hamada eyes widened as he leaned closer to the screen, "Wait, wait, hold on. That thing, the giant death lizard that can survive anything... just got beaten by a slime with tickle powers?!" He threw his hands up, bursting out in a mix of laughter and disbelief, "I need to meet SCP-999, that's like the most powerful and adorable anomaly ever!"
Baymax tilted his head in his usual calm manner, his eyes blinking with soft curiosity, "Tickling is a known method of inducing laughter, which stimulates the release of endorphins and serotonin. This produces a positive emotional response that can counteract aggression." He paused as he processed the footage, "Fascinating. SCP-999 appears to have neutralized extreme hostility through joy. This is a unique application of emotional therapy." He raised one stubby arm in his monotone cheer, "I would like to hug the orange slime."
Go Go Tomago snorted, crossing her arms though a smirk tugged at her lips, "So, let me get this straight. Humanity's strongest weapons, acid baths, reality-bending experiments, didn't work. But a squishy little slime just wiggles in, gives the lizard a hug and he won?" She shook her head with a low laugh, "That's so dumb it's actually genius. SCP-999 is the MVP."
Honey Lemon gasped so loudly it was almost a squeal, her hands clasping together as her eyes sparkled, "OHMYGOSH, LOOK AT IT! Look at its little squishy orange body! Aaaah, it's so precious!" She practically melted into her chair, already reaching towards the screen, "It defeated pure hatred with love, laughter, and cuddles!" She beamed, stars practically glowing in her eyes as she exclaimed, "I would 100% let it live in my lab! And my apartment! And probably my purse too!"
Wasabi sat frozen for a moment, jaw hanging, his hands twitching like he was recalculating everything he thought he knew about the world, "Wait, wait, wait, so acid didn't work. Energy beams didn't work. Blowing it up, burning it, freezing it, none of it worked. But tickling? TICKLING did the trick?!"
He buried his face in his hands, groaning loudly, "Man, this is exactly why I don't mess with monsters! One minute it's eating people, next minute it's laughing like a little kid. Nope. Nope nope nope. What's next? You gonna tell me a bunch of haunted animatronics are running around in a pizzeria?" He jabbed a finger at the screen and exclaimed, "Mark my words, that's how horror movies start!"
Fred was practically vibrating in place before exploding into a full-on fanboy frenzy, "YESSSSS! THE POWER OF FUN WINS THE DAY!" He leapt up and down, waving his arms wildly, "This is the BEST DAY EVER! Forget explosions, forget doomsday weapons, THIS is what I signed up for!"
He crouched low, puffing his chest out, and began stomping around like Godzilla, "ROOOAARRR! 'I am unstoppable! Nothing can hurt me!'" Then he flipped into a high-pitched squeal, clutching his belly and said, "'Nooo, not the tickles! Anything but the tickles!!'"
Fred collapsed onto the floor in hysterical laughter, kicking his feet in the air as he yelled, "Dude, forget Godzilla vs. Kong, I want Godzilla vs. The Tickle Monster! That's cinema gold right there!"
{Power Rangers Beast Morphers Universe}
Grid Battleforce Headquarters:
Devon Daniels (Red Ranger) stared at the screen in surprise before he chuckled, "Wait, wait, wait, that's it?!" He threw his hands out, his voice a mix of shock and laughter. "All that destruction, all that chaos, the 'unkillable monster' the Foundation's been losing their minds over, and it gets taken down by... tickles?!" He shook his head, still laughing under his breath, "Man, I don't know if that's totally awesome or just the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Maybe both."
Ravi Shaw (Blue Ranger) crossed his arms tight, brows furrowed as he said, "You're telling me that despite no weapon working on it, a blob of slime with tickle powers strolls in and wins?" He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head, "I've spent my whole life training, mastering combat strategy and discipline... and apparently the ultimate weapon isn't strength, speed, or firepower, it's laughter. Unbelievable..."
Zoey Reeves (Yellow Ranger) gasped as her face lit up, her eyes sparkling at the sight of SCP-999, "Honestly... I kinda love it!" She leaned forward, practically bouncing in her seat, "It's proof that positivity, happiness, and just pure good vibes can beat even the worst kind of evil." Her expression softened as she squealed, "And look at it! It's so cute! I don't care what anyone says, I'd totally hug that little guy! He's like the ultimate stress ball of joy!"
Nate Silva (Gold Ranger) was already adjusting his glasses, deep in thought as his mind whirred, "Incredible... absolutely incredible," He murmured in a fascinated tone, "SCP-999 doesn't just induce laughter, it must've triggered a powerful neurochemical reaction, a rush of endorphins and dopamine strong enough to override even SCP-682's hatred and aggression. It's groundbreaking!"
His voice grew more animated, his hands gesturing in excitement as he added, "Do you realize what this means? If we could study its composition... replicate even a fraction of its effect... it could revolutionize therapy, stress relief, even conflict resolution on a global scale!"
Steel (Silver Ranger) threw his hands in the air, his robotic voice booming with dramatic disbelief, "ARE. YOU. KIDDING?! THE UNSTOPPABLE KILLER LIZARD THAT SHRUGS OFF LITERALLY EVERYTHING LOSES TO... JELLY JIGGLES?!"
He smacked a hand against his forehead, pacing in wild motions, "YOU HUMANS HAVE SPENT DECADES BUILDING WEAPONS, ARMOR, LASERS, AND NONE OF IT WORKED! BUT A SLIME JUST WALKS IN AND GOES, 'TEEHEE, TICKLE TICKLE,' AND BOOM! PROBLEM SOLVED!" He pointed at the screen with both hands and exclaimed, "I'M A ROBOT. BUT EVEN I WANT TO LAUGH AT HOW STUPIDLY AMAZING THIS IS!"
{SCP Universe}
SCP-999 Containment Cell:
SCP-999 made a happy, bubbly gurgling sound as its vibrant orange slime quivered with pure delight as it watches itself tickling it's scaly friend, "BLOOOORP!"
It bounced happily in place, its gelatinous body rippling like liquid sunshine while it squished and wiggled across the floor across its containment cell, as soft, squeaky series of chirps escaped from it's surface.
The cheerful blob stretched upward, forming a round little smiling face on its surface, two perfect eye-dots blinking with exaggerated excitement, "BLOOOOORP!" It squeaked again, Old Grumpy Lizard might have been a menace to everyone else, but to 999, he was simply a friend who had forgotten how to laugh.
With a playful squelch, a small pseudopod popped out of its side, shaping itself into a wobbly thumbs-up that shimmered like glowing jelly before melting back into its gooey body, 999 wriggled in triumph, its whole form jiggling like a bowl of orange jelly on a trampoline.
Then, unable to contain its excitement, it bounced in delighted circles around the floor, leaving behind faint trails of sweet, citrusy scent, and high-pitched giggles bubbling out like tiny bells.
["There's another instance where the foundation cross tested SCP-682 with SCP-053, a little girl whose ability makes everyone that saw her have a heart attack and instantly dies and SCP-682... was totally chill with her." Boomstick shrugged.]
["That's right, SCP-682 never attacked SCP-053 and they were actually close friends, though this is highly speculated that SCP-682, SCP-999, and SCP-053 are related to each other but that's another story for another day." Wiz commented.]