Naga dug through the small pile of junk he had in his vase. Nowadays, he didn't leave his vase unless necessary. However, in the days when he was still free, whenever he found something that he could possibly use to his advantage, he stored it in here.
"Where is it?" he growled, sifting through the pile. "I know I have it here somewhere- ah ha!"
He pulled out several tanks of gasoline and a lighter from the pile and slithered out of his vase, smashing through the wall of his containment cell.
He grinned as the alarms began to blare. Out of all the steps in his plan, this was his favorite.
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"SCP-6134 has escaped containment. Repeat, SCP-6134 has escaped contai-"
The power went out.
Lawrence shook his head. "Again?"
Dr. Collingwood banged on one of the doors. "John! Billy! Charlie! Help! We're stuck!"
Carson began to search the room, looking for something that might be able to get the doors open.
There was a loud crash behind them and a familiar voice hissed in disdain.
"Well, well, well, there's nowhere to run now, is there?"
The trio whirled around. The cobra's face was stretched into a horrifying grin, exposing every one of the serpent's needle-like teeth. Red, orange, and gold flickered and danced across its shimmering bronze scales, like little demons. Its eyes glowed with pure malice and its tail was wrapped around a red plastic tank.
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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:...
