Fuck. Fuck. Damn it. Damn it all.
The instant the alarms blared and Spectre confirmed the signature, the O5 Council dragged every one of us into a thought‑projection conference. Our Akatsuki rings lit up, linking our minds straight to Site‑01's meeting chamber. There was only one subject on the table — the Hard‑to‑Destroy Lizard had manifested in our world.
We needed to secure it immediately.
The discussion was frantic, layered with overlapping strategies and worst‑case scenarios. Thankfully, our global satellite net — courtesy of Spectre's quantum‑synched surveillance system — caught its appearance within minutes. SCP‑682 manifested in a populated town, and the consequences were immediate and catastrophic.
We scrambled our strike teams.
Hundreds of civilians dead. Fifty of our own people lost. But eventually, through overwhelming force, spatial‑lockdown protocols, and a coordinated reality‑override strike, we captured the damn thing and moved it to containment.
And the only good news? Securing SCP‑682 meant we finally gained access to its flesh and blood for study. My mind was already spinning with possibilities, even while the smell of scorched concrete still hung in the air.
After the dust settled, the O5s placed me in charge of its long‑term containment. With my enhanced intellect and Rick Prime's knowledge fused into my mind, I got to work.
I designed a containment chamber that folded space in on itself dozens of times — a recursive, self‑repairing dimensional knot. Even if 682 broke one layer, it would still be caged inside another, and another, and another.
But simple confinement wasn't enough. We needed restraint.
So I created an acid — a truly anomalous chemical solution that dissolved anything it touched. Its most valuable trait: it adapts to whatever it is dissolving, constantly recalibrating its molecular structure to remain lethal.
But SCP‑682 adapts to harm just as aggressively.
What would happen when two adaptive forces met?
Best‑case scenario: the acid melts straight through its biology and kills it permanently.
Far more likely: the acid evolves, 682 evolves, and the two of them enter an endless biochemical war. A battle of adaptation versus adaptation, each pushing the other to its limits until the acid burns itself out.
Still… even that is valuable data.
And now that we have the beast, I can finally begin experimenting with its flesh. The potential is staggering.
The nightmare is ours to study — and to weaponize.