"682 HAS BROKEN CONTAINMENT"
klaxons blared overhead for the worst possible scenario
"I REPEAT 682 HAS BROKEN CONTAINMENT"
you were D class but you knew what that meant
you'd heard stories of a unkillable monster
the organization would roll out something to try and kill it
and it never worked
you'd thankfully worked far away from keter duty like that shit
you were D class but you weren't a murderer or anything like that
just press ganged into it
on the plus side free grub and essentially light duty
but 682 was amok right now
in the same facility
you'd heard the thing was like some sort of adaptive angry lizard
so just what the fuck was with the thing in front of you
feminine yet monstrous
capable of just bursting through a wall
the multiple eyes were a dead giveaway
682 was right in front of you
you prepared for a violent death
it was in your room and blocked the exit
frozen against the wall, you flinched when it noticed you
then it pounced

what came was not a killing blow
you'd closed your eyes for the moment
as if that would have helped
instead of death you had a long tongue shoved down your throat
682 had almost unhinged its jaw around your face to shove himself deeper
clawed hands gripped your jumpsuit
you really had no idea to react
your body did
and apparently HIS body did
klaxons continued to blare and the red lights flooded your room
whatever 682 was no one knew
horny was not something you'd heard of
you did hear this thing ripped a tank in half
so for the moment you hoped to not agitate him
he pulled back from the tongue fucking and you started coughing
you could have sworn he tested your gag reflex
he leaned back and sat on your chest
you got a good, less panicked, look at him
clearly a him
due to the whole strange cock now peaking from a slit in his crotch
it leaked you guessed the equivalent to precum onto your jumpsuit
his claws right over your ribs put things in perspective
he could kill you
instead he just looked down at you
all five yellow eyes
man that was weird as fuck
the red harsh light gave him a weird glow
long hair was in wild tangles and hung to the floor when he sat on you
was his ass grinding on your dick?
at least you weren't dying
maybe
a containment team kicking in your door almost gave you a heart attack
their guns were trained on 682
his head turned towards the team as he made what sounded like a pissed off gator bellow
"get the fuck away from me! they sent you here to die and buy time!"
you grabbed 682's massive clawed hand
that got his attention and his eyes softened when he looked back at you
4 men with guns didn't bother him now
his heavy tail rested on your legs
the containment team seemed as confused as you
eventually everyone stood down after a few minutes
somehow you pacified 682
that day 682's logs had an amendment made to them
a new containment program
you

containment amendments to SCP-682
in light of recent events, D-7461 is to be housed with SCP-682
the D class is capable of inducing a docile state in SCP-682
the cause of this effect is unknown at this time
D-7461 has no history of anomalous effects
nor have tests returned any results of an anomalous nature
attempts to breach containment have stopped completely as long as D-7461 is within their chamber
however, SCP-682 has become protective of the D class subject, with violent results
D-7461 has to constantly reassure SCP-682 of his own safety in the event of testing or any security presence around him
otherwise, SCP-682 seemingly remains in a passive state around the D class subject
further tests will be required
for the moment, D-7461 is a valuable tool and possibly the best chance to prevent further incidents with SCP-682
further studies will be required
while some researchers have suggested keeping D-7461 on permanently
it would be much more pragmatic to find a way to simulate the effect D-7461 induces for future use
the danger inherently present in SCP-682 warrants the research and D class subjects are expendable
O5-7 has authorized any tests to discover and recreate the effect
barring any risk of agitating SCP-682
until the effect can be duplicated D-7461 should be treated as valuable
most alarming was the outburst SCP-682 had before containment
the subject is normally at the best of times, feral in mentality
speech is possible but rare
it is unknown if D-7461 was responsible for that but the coincidence cannot be ignored
researchers have several test logs showcasing SCP-682 and it's almost infinite ability to adapt
it is entirely possible that D-7461's anomaly is able to cancel out SCP-682's adaptability
however, it cannot be ruled out that the effect instead has SCP-682 adapt in unforeseen ways
either way, more research is required
your life as D class before this was just different enough you noticed the change
you were still a prisoner
no escape
however, you put two and two together fairly early after getting thrown into 682's room
you were something a lot of D class couldn't say they were
valuable
you were always dreading the day they'd need someone for a new expedition
that just wasn't an option for them now
for the time being you were bunkmates with 682
you weren't dumb though
the tests they'd put you through was the lab coats trying to solve a problem
you were the problem
they would keep you around as long as 682 was happy
but if they could figure out how you did it, they'd just have a replacement goldfish ready to toss in this cage the second you became expendable
so you bet the free ride wouldn't last
as much of a free ride as this could be considered
682 still unsettled you
it had been a week since you'd been thrown in here but you'd heard horror stories
the organization couldn't hush all gossip when this thing had openly mauled and killed dozens and comprised the site
you were unarmed and shoved into these new quarters
it was a new cell
the lack of privacy was obvious
but 682 made you hesitant to relax more than all the cameras
you tried to stick to a corner
prison experience meant you weren't showing your back to anyone
but 682 would accept that
he would follow you around the room like a puppy
the obsession was disconcerting and you knew he was dangerous from what you'd seen and heard
at least your food was slightly higher quality now
they were invested you were well fed
you tried to ignore the comparison to a pig fattened up for slaughter
682 would often use you like a heat rock and these geeks would be taking notes on a clipboard
felt humiliating to be honest
but you couldn't protest
fight him off
the reputation made you worry about him retaliating
you'd heard the gossip
you could easily be on his bad side
682 hadn't spoken since that team came to fetch him
he just silently took ownership of you
handsy in a way you hadn't dealt with even in prison
over the days you'd become more familiar with his looks
wasn't exactly a comfort but the familiarity did make him a little less off putting
he was massive, towering slightly over you
however he didn't always stand upright
preferring to slink around on all fours at times, slinking around like a big cat
to an outside observer he might look like he an animal
something simple and run by instinct
you didn't get that
his arms were slender
roughly armored
you had no trouble believing he could shred steel
dangerous razor sharp talons tipped three fingers and a thumb
his torso was hourglass shaped
lean, but you could still see muscle under the scaly green skin when he flexed
there was armored plating over his vitals in his chest, making him a strange mixture of supple fat and muscle and hard bone
his legs were digitgrade and he had thighs you couldn't fit two hands around
a fat heavy tail dragged behind him no matter how he stood
it made him longer than he was tall, no doubt using it as a weapon like an iguana
black needles lined his back head to tail
his head was the most jarring
thick bone covered his face
a duller shade of green than his skin
it was tough
hard and unyielding to the touch
possibly for a head on attack
his eyes were strange, burning red slitted windows into his mind
two on the right side and three on the left
stacked above each other on his skull
those eyes were not an animal's eyes
that gaze was completely different than being sized up by a lion
they never looked at you with hostility
just sort of looked into you, expectantly
what 682 expected you didn't quite know
lastly, strange for a reptile, a mop of hair that could hit the ground
it was tangled by lack of grooming
682 was like nothing you'd ever seen before
and the SCP had you interact with strange stuff before this
the researchers and guards fully expected him to go apeshit any time
you'd be the first victim in a rampage
yet that day never seemed to come
he just kept you as a cellmate, maybe even a pet
and the higher ups were clearly fine sacrificing you for it
the days passed and this really became no different than your last cell
or the one before it
thankfully, your cellmate didn't make a pass further than using you as a pillow
you remembered how… excited he was that day
it was a mystery honestly
not like you fight him off
but he was content with your company
his body may look reptilian but he had body heat
it was like waking up with a quilt smothering you
you had no idea how much he weighed but it was enough to make it easy for him to pin you
having a bunch of guys observing you was a little strange, despite your experience with incarceration
but it was a bit different than a guard coming over to check on you
this was round the clock
you don't know how 682 did it
no wonder he had been hostile
but why you?
why was the killing machine currently resting his plated head on your chest?
you'd been stuck on the floor with a pillow and an air mattress
a blanket was usually redundant with 682 around though
at least your back was comfortable
early attempts to sleep in a regular bed went awry with 682 grabbed it and heaved it across the room
he didn't like that the raised bed meant he couldn't comfortably recline over you
that was your best guess to the motive
so SCP gave you something else
the poor air mattress nearly got shredded a few times but 682's claws
there was still an unease around those knives
just like when he'd give you what you guessed was a warm smile
his jaws gave a crocodile’s a run for its money
even had extra behind the current set of teeth
apparently he had subsisted on cattle before the SCP found him
you could easily believe that
not that SCP was much more forthcoming with details
you'd think they'd tell the guy trapped in a room more information about what they trapped him with
682 eventually awoke himself, stretching out and shoving against you
he arched his back like a cat and set his eyes on you
those eyes had an intelligence behind them you still couldn't read
you looked away from his gaze, preferring to look at the featureless concrete walls of the cell
682 did unnerve you, no matter how many days you were around him
you weren't eager to get into a staring contest with him
he decided to nuzzle and sniff your bare neck with the opportunity you gave him
fighting him off seemed unwise with those teeth near your throat
so you just let it happen
you bet some jackass in a lab coat was taking notes right now
meanwhile, you just hoped 682 didn't decide you were a meal
as if on cue, he started licking at your skin
that sensation made you flinch
682 was very generous with “kisses”
that had been the furthest he would go after that first pouncing
after a few licks he rubbed his rough plated skull against your neck and finally broke the embrace
it was time for breakfast
thank God
a lot of 682's containment cell had to quickly reconfigured for you
that meant an easy way to give you meals
they gave 682 to bare minimum
the stories you'd heard it was a wonder he even needed food
but they fed him raw hamburger every meal
he got one meal a day and seemed fine but you saw the ribs on him
they gave you three and he never claimed them himself
you could swear the meals had gotten better since the new quarters
they really wanted you to stay alive here
he decided your back was the best place to lay against while you ate
sitting upright on the mattress was a struggle with him doing that but you made it work
the jury rigged bathroom they installed onto the chamber was the next trip
thank God they gave you some privacy
even if it was cheap drywall
682 would occasionally just wait near the walls
even he gave you privacy here
to an extent
he'd rake his claws against the wall as a way of making sure you remembered he was there occasionally
showers usually didn't get the same respect for your privacy as anything else though
it was about the only time you undressed and he understood that
after the morning ritual you were informed over intercom of another test
you dreaded it
they'd poke and prod you, trying to find an answer to this
it worried you when you thought about it
how dangerous was 682 was to people they instantly threw you in here?
the idea they immediately tossed you in here as a security measure meant they really needed 682 contained
the lizard hasn't been violent to you
but how violent was he before you?
were there actual breaches?
you'd heard stories of rampages
but he didn't exhibit that around you
about the only time he seemed violent was when you were separated
they wisely decided to stop taking you somewhere else for the tests
instead they'd bring the tests to you
the foundation put you through more medical tests than if you had goddamn cancer
they wouldn't even tell you what results had popped up
today was apparently blood samples judging by the syringe
all the staff blurred together by now and none of them really bothered talking to you
you sat down in an uncomfortable steel chair and 682 set his head in your lap
his eyes were glued to the researcher and the armed escorts
the needle drew most of his attention
you winced at the stab and 682 almost bolted up at you showing signs of pain
you needed to ease the tension between him and the soldiers now pointing guns at him
you gently ran your hand through his hair and that seemed to soothe him for the moment and the lab coats left with their sample
well at least it was just blood
they clearly hadn't gotten the answers they wanted
they wouldn't keep testing otherwise
you felt isolated in here
at least sometimes you used to see other D class
the humans that came around didn't even spare you a glance
and this lizard didn't seem talkative
stalling your execution by whatever crazy shit was in the lab unfortunately meant conversation was one of the first luxuries to go
you were bored and decided to burn off breakfast a little
they did not offer you a home gym so you were stuck with push-ups and crunches, stuff like that
basic shit but it beat just sitting around in your cell with no entertainment
you really should use your new usefulness to demand a TV
the shows you liked were probably long since canceled but it would help with the boredom
682 initially just watched you exercise
you'd done this before around him
some times he'd try to drape himself over you while you were doing push-ups
made it very difficult
he behaved himself this time
instead he tried curling up on your mattress and quietly observed
when he felt you'd done enough push-ups he snatched you by the ankle and pulled you against him
you were sure some scientist was up there scribbling notes about what just happened
you waited for him to relax and then slid out of his grasp
682 would be handsy, but he would allow you the smallest measure of room to move
sometimes
usually with his supervision
you were bored though
and being a body pillow for Godzilla wasn't entertaining
he took up the entirety of your mattress as he watched you pace
how do you even talk to these people?
they show up, point a gun near you and then fuck off
so you decided to list some demands up to the camera in the cell
you asked, politely, for a TV or a phone or something
maybe a PDF reader?
anything to just distract yourself a little
your silent supervisors gave no reply
you caught 682 eyeing you
you said nothing in retaliation
no wonder he broke out all the time
shit was boring and they tried to kill him
if he wasn't partially responsible for your imprisonment you'd feel a sliver of empathy
your back against the wall, you watched your cellmate from across the room
you couldn't tell much from his body language
he'd claimed ownership of your bed and you'd no doubt have to share it
but other than that he laid there watching you
it was easy to ascribe animal metaphors to him
right now he looked like a crocodile ready to ambush you the second you got into leaping range again
but it didn't really scare you much
not like the first time you'd encountered him
it was still alarming every time he did it
but he treated you with a softer touch than you'd expect from someone trying to kill you
didn't mean you trusted him though
you had no idea what he intended other than using you for cuddles
the lack of conversation didn't help
so you decided to talk at him
not even to him because your chats usually were brushed off
so you started wondering aloud just what you did to deserve this
you weren't the model citizen
you had done stupid kid shit and stupid kid shit followed you into adulthood
theft mostly
really shitty fatherless behavior you didn't stop yourself from doing before it was too late and you burned your bridges
then secret orders picked off a bunch of you from the same jail
you don't know what happened to the other guys from that batch
the foundation had seen you as expendable
that changed with this unkillable lizard
so you had to ask him
why you?
how were you beyond a mauling
it was stupid to tempt fate like that but you desired any sort of answer
he didn't give a verbal reply, merely patting the mattress
you didn't bother responding
staying where you were, you didn't pay him much mind after that
your mistake
682 had decided if you weren't coming to him, he'd come to you
the mattress was thrown next to you and when you didn't climb onto it yourself he tugged you onto it after him
he seemed insistent today
you tried to relax with how many pounds of lizard pinning you to the bed
lunch came and you scrambled to get the meal
then pulled back into bed
same with your shower and then dinner
he insisted you stay in bed
no more interactions with the Foundation today
the SCP must have gotten what they wanted for today
somehow, that wasn't a relief
then, lights out
time was harder to judge in this cell but it must be night
not like you were tired
682 had you hostage in bed all day
five red eyes darted around the room then he looked down to you
”you're bored?”
the whisper was so soft one could barely hear it but the tone was firm
he spoke?
now?
of all times
you sat there bewildered