Dr. Collingwood ran through the hallways as fast as her legs could carry her. The alarms blared in her ears. She could hear SCP-682 roaring and shouting obscenities as it searched for her. She'd thrown the crocodile-like creature off her trail, but earlier it had nearly managed to crush her under its body
Something shattered nearby and she was sucked towards the noise. She tried desperately to grab onto something, but it was no use.
She fell with a splash into some kind of liquid. It ran into her eyes and mouth, burning them. She blindly failed her limbs and her head broke the surface. Her vision came back and she saw, to her horror, that she had been pulled into 682's containment cell.
Which might have not been such a problem if it weren't for the fact that its cell was filled to the brim with hydrochloric acid.
Dr. Collingwood's head broke through the surface and she thrashed about in agony, half-blind and with most of her flesh missing.
She looked at her hand and saw that the burned flesh was growing back at an absurdly fast rate. And there was no way for her to get out of here. It was just an infinite cycle of torture. Get half-dissolved by the corrosive liquid, heal, rinse and repeat.
She writhed in the acid, trying her best to keep her head above the surface, all the while fighting the urge to scream.
Off in the distance, among the chaos outside, she could - just barely - hear a mocking laugh.
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The Breaking Wheel
FanfictionSome SCPs tear you apart. They'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth in order to kill you. Others reach deep into the darkest recesses of your mind, forcing you to face your worst fears, your deepest regrets, your greatest mistakes. (Disclaimer:...
