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Notes: 2 chapters in one week? What a miracle! Anyway, I'll PROBABLY update every week from now on, since I finally fixed my schedule and have the time to write!!
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"We need to go! Now!" I urged, my voice rising with panic. "We can't stay here!" I grabbed his wrist and pulled him
The stench of blood and rust filled the air.
The image of the guard being swallowed into the glitching void was burned into my mind.
Agent Max(OC) stumbled after me, his grip tightening on the flashlight, though I doubted its use now. "Damn it, I know!" he growled, still shaken, but he followed without hesitation.
The hallway seemed endless, the red lights flickering ominously as we ran. My mind raced, trying to process what was happening, guards disappearing into glitching anomalies, SCPs acting in ways they shouldn't- Wait... SCPs. What even are SCPs?
I didn't know these things-the Plague Doctor, the black, glitching figure that just devoured a man... It all felt like a nightmare, yet something inside me screamed that this was real. More real than anything I'd experienced before.
But I had no memory of how I knew that.
Agent Max kept pulling me forward, oblivious to the whirlwind in my head. The flashing red lights, the distant alarms, the echoes of horror in the corridors, they felt familiar in a way that shouldn't be possible.
But I had no memory of why I knew these things.
The glitches, though... they weren't supposed to be here. Or maybe they were. Something about them tugged at the back of my mind, a shadow of a thought that refused to come into the light.
"Fuck" Agent Max cursed under his breath, eyes scanning the rapidly darkening hallway. "There's no other route... Damn it!" He yanked me back, pulling us further away from the encroaching darkness. "There!" Max pointed toward a small access hatch on the wall, barely visible through the flickering emergency lights. "It leads to maintenance tunnels. We might be able to lose whatever the hell that is."
We sprinted toward the hatch, the liquid moving closer behind us. Max threw open the hatch and shoved me inside first. I crawled through as quickly as I could, the cold metal biting into my hands and knees. Max followed, sealing the hatch behind him.
Inside, the tunnel was narrow, claustrophobic. The red emergency lights flickered through the grate above, casting distorted shadows. I crawled forward, trying to keep the panic at bay, trying to focus on the immediate task of getting away.
But my thoughts wouldn't stop. SCPs, glitches, nightmares. It all felt wrong, like this place wasn't supposed to exist. And then, those words Max had spoken earlier circled in my mind.
"You're a D-Class because you committed a crime."
But I didn't remember anything. Not even a single shred of memory about a crime. Not about why I was here, why any of this was happening to me. It felt like my own existence was...glitched, like I didn't belong here.
Max was crawling behind me, muttering to himself, "SCP-106, the glitches... None of this makes any sense." He was panicked too, trying to make sense of the madness we were trapped in.
I paused for a second, turning my head toward him. "Max... these glitches-have you ever seen anything like this before?"
He shook his head, his expression grim. "No. Never. This is new, and that's terrifying. Nothing in the Foundation database mentions anything like this. It's like reality itself is breaking down."
I shivered, crawling faster through the cramped tunnel. "So what now? What's our plan?"
Max grunted as he crawled ahead, "We get to the other side of this tunnel, find somewhere secure, and pray we're not already dead."
I swallowed hard. "What about SCP-106?"
Max glanced back at me briefly, his face shadowed by the dim, flickering lights. "The MTF and the scientists will try to handle it. They've got protocols for this sort of thing-containment procedures, lights, all that. But if we cross paths with that thing again..." His voice trailed off for a second, tense. "We run. Fast. Or, if we're lucky, we can lure it back to containment. Strong light weakens it. Might be our only shot."
I felt my stomach knot. "And if that doesn't work?"
He gave a grim smile, eyes focused ahead. "Then we're dead. But let's not get too attached to that idea."
The thought settled heavily on me as we continued forward, the tunnel stretching endlessly. But I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that these glitches were more than just a breakdown of reality. That somehow, they were tied to me. That somehow... I was tied to all of this.
We kept moving through the narrow tunnel, the cold, metallic walls pressing in on us from both sides. The rhythmic flicker of the emergency lights made it feel like time was slipping away with every step, every breath.
Max's breathing was labored, but he kept pushing forward. I could hear the tremor in his voice when he finally spoke again. "We'll make it... Just stick with me."
As we crawled through the tunnel, a deafening roar echoed from somewhere deep within the facility. My heart skipped a beat.
Max froze. His face went pale. "No... no, no, no." His voice barely rose above a whisper.
"What now?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my attempt to keep calm.
Max swallowed hard, his eyes wide with dread. "SCP-682... the damn hard-to-destroy reptile."
I blinked, trying to grasp what he was saying. "What the hell is that?"
Max turned to me, his expression haunted. "It's the most dangerous thing in this place. That thing hates all life, humans, SCPs, anything that breathes. It's damn near impossible to kill, and if it's loose..." He trailed off, shaking his head as if trying to shake away the thought.
A low, rumbling growl reverberated through the walls, closer this time. The air seemed to thicken with tension, every breath harder to draw.
"We don't stand a chance against 682," Max muttered, glancing around like he was already calculating our chances of survival. "Our only hope is to stay away from it. Keep low, keep quiet, and pray it doesn't find us."
Another crash boomed through the facility, followed by the sound of metal tearing. My stomach lurched as the ground trembled beneath us.
"Move!" Max hissed, urgency flooding his voice. We scrambled forward, picking up speed despite the tight space, our fear driving us faster.
"Where the hell is it?" I managed to ask, my throat dry with terror.
"It doesn't matter," Max said, glancing over his shoulder. "If 682's out, the whole facility's done for. It can tear through this place like tissue paper." He paused, his eyes narrowing. "And I wouldn't be surprised if these glitches have something to do with it. Whatever's happening here... it's bigger than just a containment breach."
I couldn't even respond. The overwhelming sense of dread weighed down on me like a lead blanket. Every instinct told me we weren't getting out of this alive. Then, another roar, this time, deafening. It was so close that the walls around us seemed to vibrate with the force of it.
Max glanced at me, his expression a mix of fear and resignation. "If we hear that thing again... run."
Another rumble shook the ground beneath us, and this time it felt as though the very foundation of the facility was crumbling. Dust and small debris fell from the ceiling of the narrow tunnel, making the air thick and harder to breathe.
Max didn't need to say it again. The moment the deafening roar reverberated through the walls, I knew we were close to something far worse than we'd encountered before.
We stumbled out of the tunnel into a dimly lit hallway, the alarms blaring louder now. Max pulled me toward a corner, his eyes scanning every shadow like a predator could jump out at any moment. "We need to stay out of sight," he whispered, as if speaking any louder might attract the creature's attention.
Another violent crash echoed from the direction we'd just come from, followed by a deep, guttural growl that seemed to vibrate through my bones. I could barely comprehend what sort of thing could make a sound like that, but Max's pale face told me everything I needed to know.
"It's getting closer," I whispered.
Max nodded grimly, checking his flashlight, though we both knew it wouldn't help much against something like SCP-682. "This thing doesn't just kill. It destroys everything in its path. We need to find containment cells, secure rooms, anything with reinforced doors."
A sudden screech of metal tearing apart made both of us flinch. From down the hall, the enormous, hulking shape of SCP-682 emerged, its massive, reptilian body covered in thick, armored scales. The glitches seemed to flicker over its body too, the same purple, red, and blue distortions rippling across its form. But it was very real, far too real, and undeniably angry.
"Run," Max whispered urgently, grabbing my arm as we bolted down the hallway.
Behind us, SCP-682 let out a roar that shook the entire building. It was moving fast, faster than anything its size should have been able to.
As we sprinted, the lights flickered wildly, casting everything in strange shadows. I glanced back just in time to see the massive creature tearing through a reinforced wall like it was paper, its glowing eyes locked on us.
"Where do we go?" I yelled, panic rising in my chest. Every step seemed futile with that monster bearing down on us.
Max didn't answer immediately, his eyes darting frantically for any sign of safety. "There!" He pointed toward a heavy containment door at the end of the hallway. "If we can lock ourselves in, it might buy us some time!"
We sprinted harder, our breaths ragged, the roar of SCP-682 growing closer with every second. I could feel its presence, like a looming shadow ready to devour us whole.
Max reached the door first, slamming his hand against the control panel. "Come on, come on!" he muttered under his breath. The door hissed, slowly starting to slide open.
But then the ground trembled violently beneath us. SCP-682 slammed its massive claws into the floor behind us, the black fluid from earlier starting to creep along the floor like it had with SCP-106, glitching and shifting unnaturally.
"Max!" I screamed, feeling the pull of the void-like substance.
Max shoved me through the door just as SCP-682 lunged forward, its jaws snapping at the air where we had been moments before. The door slammed shut behind us, the sound of metal grinding against metal reverberating through the room.
We were safe, for now.
Panting, Max collapsed against the wall, his eyes wide and filled with terror. "That thing... it's not just 682. Something's seriously wrong. The SCPs are glitching out-"
I sat down beside him, my mind racing. "What does that mean?"
Max shook his head. "I don't know. But if 682 keeps tearing through the facility like this, nothing is going to stop it."
Another loud roar echoed through the door, making my heart race all over again.
"We're not safe here," Max muttered. "Not for long." Max gripped his side, clearly still trying to process everything. "We have to get out of this facility. If 682 gets out of containment, there's no telling how many people are gonna die."
I nodded, though my mind couldn't wrap around the idea of escape. The facility seemed like a labyrinth of death, and the glitching SCPs only made it worse.
We sat there for a moment, catching our breaths, the deafening roar of SCP-682 muted only slightly by the thick door between us. My heart was pounding.
Then, suddenly, the metal door groaned. We both froze.
The air felt thick with impending doom as a massive dent appeared in the middle of the door, followed by another thunderous slam. SCP-682 was trying to break through. I could hear its heavy, monstrous breathing as its claws ripped into the metal, warping the door like it was nothing but a thin sheet of aluminum.
"Shit," Max muttered, stumbling to his feet. "We need to move, now!"
We rushed toward the back of the room, looking for another exit, but there was nothing-just walls of solid steel. The room was meant to be a containment chamber, not an escape route. Max's flashlight flickered as the door buckled under the force of SCP-682's relentless assault. "Shit, shit" he curses.
With one final, ear-shattering crash, the door tore apart, jagged metal screeching as it was ripped open. There, in the ruined doorway, stood SCP-682. Its glitching, reptilian form filling the space, eyes glowing with a terrifying intensity. The creature was a nightmare given flesh, its enormous mouth dripping with acidic saliva, which dropped and burned through the metal floor.
"Get back!" Max yelled, shoving me behind him. He pulled out a small firearm, but we both knew it was useless against something like SCP-682.
In a blur of motion, SCP-682 lunged forward, claws tearing through the room. Max fired several rounds, but they barely made the creature flinch. One of SCP-682's massive claws caught him in the side, throwing him across the room like a ragdoll.
"AGENT!" I screamed, rushing forward, but just as I reached out for him, the ground beneath us began to warp, liquefying into that same dark, glitching fluid that SCP-106 used to drag people into his hellish dimension.
Max gasped in pain, grabbing his side where blood was seeping through his uniform. His face was contorted in agony, but his eyes locked onto mine, full of urgency.
"You need to go!" he shouted, but before I could react, SCP-106 emerged from the floor, his decaying, glitching form dripping with black ooze. His rotten hand reached out, grabbing toward my leg.
I tried to move, but my body wouldn't respond-paralyzed by fear, exhaustion, or maybe both. The cold, slimy touch of SCP-106's hand brushed against my ankle, and I felt a surge of terror like nothing before. My skin crawled as the darkness from the glitching fluid spread over me, pulling me down, swallowing me into the floor.
Everything around me began to distort, the world warping as my vision blurred. I could hear Max yelling something, but the sound was muffled, fading quickly as I sank deeper into the glitching abyss. My mind screamed at me to fight, to move, but the pull of unconsciousness was stronger. My limbs went heavy, my vision dimmed, and the last thing I felt was the cold, overwhelming blackness closing in.
Then, nothing.
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"You need to go!" he shouted
His voice laced with urgency. But before Agent Max could react, SCP-106 emerged from the floor, its decaying, glitching form dripping with black ooze. The creature's rotten hand shot out, grabbing (Y/N) by the ankle.
Max's heart raced as he watched helplessly. (Y/N) eyes widened in terror, their scream piercing the air as SCP-106's grip tightened. It was a sight he would never forget: the sheer panic in those eyes, the realization that escape was slipping away.
"Not another death"
"No!" Max shouted, lunging forward, but the dark fluid enveloped (Y/N), pulling them down into the abyss. He grabbed for their hand, desperately trying to hold on. "I've got you!" But the creature was too strong.
With one swift motion, SCP-106 yanked (Y/N) down into its depths. Max felt a sickening crack as the force of the pull tore at (Y/N) body, ripping their leg from the hip. He could hardly breathe as he witnessed the horrifying sight, the D-Class's lower half disappearing into the inky void while their upper body dangled helplessly in his grasp.
Just then, he heard the deep, husky roar of SCP-682. The creature was launching toward them, its monstrous from a blur of scales and fury. Max's instincts screamed for him to move, to let go of the D-class.
He dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the massive jaws that snapped shut where he had just been standing. The ground shook beneath him as SCP-682 collided with the wall, sending debris flying in all directions. The creature's anger radiated from it like heat from a flame, and Max knew he had to act fast.
"Max!" the (Y/N) cried out one last time as the monstrous lizard collided into them again, sending both of them crashing against the wall. The impact knocked the breath out of Max, and he barely managed to keep hold of the (Y/N) as SCP-682's claws swiped through the air.
But it was too late. (Y/N) body went limp in his arms, the life extinguished from their eyes as they fell silent, leaving nothing but a hollow weight in Max's grasp. "No! No!" he screamed, shaking them, hoping to wake them from this nightmare.
But the truth was unmistakable. The (Y/N) had lost their lower half, their body broken, and there was nothing Max could do to bring them back.
Desperation clawed at him as SCP-106 slipped back into the shadows, its laughter echoing hauntingly. Max knew he had to move, had to escape, but he couldn't leave them behind. With one final, painful look at the lifeless form, he gritted his teeth and lifted the D-Class over his shoulder.
"Hang on," he murmured, his voice shaking. He stumbled forward, pain lancing through his chest as the reality of their fate settled in. He ran, driven by the urgency of survival, but the weight of his burden felt heavier with every step. The darkness behind him seemed to close in, but he would not let them go. Not like this.
He knew they were just a D-Class, a lab rat in the eyes of the Foundation. But to him, they had been a person, a living, breathing individual with hopes, fears, and a past that had now been erased in an instant.
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Note: please tell me your opinion on this chapter! is the ending and everything predictable?? Are there any sentences where i keep on repeating?? Pleaseee use your voice to let out your opinion for this fanfiction to get better😭❤️
Upcoming Love Interests:
- Mikell Bright
- Simon Glass
- SCP-105 (only minor reader)
- Agent Max (unsure since I have future plans for him)
- SCP-049
If you want your favorite character to be a love interest, just let me know, even if it's a weird choice-I'll make it work!
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