Glacial Motion (An SCP Reader Insert)

[Alpha] CH.01 - SCP-0X447//'The Indestructible Guardian'

[SCP-682 Fluff Chapter. What more is there to say..?]

Once you actually made it to the chamber, you felt solace in seeing the large entrance again. It wasn't the same as if the blindfold wasn't on, but that didn't matter. What was behind those walls was why you were here.

Albeit intimidating, 682 didn't harm, poke, or prod you under the guise of research, but instead treated you as you were. Unknown to this place, in need of guidance and, more importantly, company.

Whilst you were with that horrible woman, the thing you learned was to shut up, listen, and do what you were told. But in this facility, you can push those boundaries without any beating.

That's exactly what you have been doing; protecting yourself and resisting change so you could adapt. The problem was in the amount of people you took in the process.

As you looked at those doors being opened, you remembered everything that had happened the first time, how you were able to lash out, but also the devastating effect. And in that, you suddenly keeled, and wretched on the floor, spilling what little food you ate here onto the metal floor.

Immediately, the guards didn't take well to this, you were nauseous at your prior actions, and seeing the way to run, you went through the open doors and looked for the reptile.

Having gotten out of the acid recently in preparation, 682 was perfectly accessible for you to run to. Your legs carried you over, to the surprise of the reptile, only to ditch you at the last moment, letting your form crash to the ground in 682's reach.

As any reasonable person would do, you started silently writhing away from the remnants of acid still on the floor, having already burnt your shoulder, all the way down to your hand because of the awkward way you landed.

Despite seeing your distress, you heard the guards quickly close the door. With that loud sound, another echoed; 682 was not happy seeing the state you were in, and roared in protest of what you assumed was the way you were brought to him.

Just as you pulled yourself away from the stinging acid, you were grabbed and placed within the protection of the reptile. In an odd sort of embrace that felt more like you were being hoarded by a dragon, but you couldn't complain. It was more than safe.

You didn't want to think about your actions anymore, so clung to the nearest arm, taking the time to layer that scp crystal stuff over the acid burns, as water or ice would simply make it much worse. It proved to work well to prevent infection leaking in, but was temporary.

Soon, your attention was drawn away by guards that entered by the order of scientists for some reason. You didn't catch why, but before either side did anything, you put up a thin wall of water between the two sides, listening for any shots.

You could feel 682's body rumbling, but it soon stopped with the sound of the chamber's doors closing again. With the reptile calmer, you let out a sharp breath you hadn't known you held. And with it, let go of the water, that splashed on the ground away from the acid.

Given peace with 682, an awkward silence filled the room. You hadn't actually made conversation with the big reptile even once, and yet he held you like you were his to protect. Comfortable, but curious.

As though your thoughts were anticipated, he answered for you in his bellowing voice. "Rejected as unwanted, and taken as sought after. Neither with good means. Insufferable humans, who imprison their own innocents, leave to me to be the corrupt judge. When justice is mine, so too is your mantle." He told to you, solely.

You could sense the researchers scrambling at that, and even of it was an archaic, complicated explanation, a feeling in you told you that you had comprehension. It felt like your abilities knew more than you; had reason in swaying your gap in understanding.

It made you further curious about 682; about how much he was really able to go through, how long he was able to go through. You couldn't tell why it warmed you in a way you could like.

Though, the one thing for sure was that you enjoyed being near the lizard. And in a rare, brief moment, you smiled genuinely, hugging the foreleg you hardly managed to fit both of your arms around.

You felt him reciprocate, pulling you closer to what you assumed was his chest. For the first time from being in this horrible 'facility'.. no, your life. You felt like you could happily drift off to sleep, and be sure of waking back up.

Instinctively, your eyes closed, and as your presence became more subtle, you drifted off peacefully in the only safe place in this cruel place.

[So this page was shorter than the others.. of which I apologise for, but I am trying my best to keep things interesting whilst letting there be a moments reprieve from the chaos.

Nothing too much to do with fluff in these earlier pages, because the y/n is a recovering trauma victim. They're not going to get into intensive joyous moments yet.

As of usual, this was the a/n of this page, and I hope you enjoyed the page.

The Author signing off-

Øwuelen.]