You were a D-Class. How unfortunate. The memories of the horrific things you've done flashed in the back of your mind while you were escorted through the baren dirty-white halls of the Foundation. The passage ways had more of a tunnel-like appearance which meant you were in heavy containment.
A doctor greeted you near a door and handed you a mic. He said that he would be asking 682 questions and you would hold the microphone up for him.
Your breath hitched when you realized where you were at. The cell of the Hard to Destroy Lizard, SCP-682. You did not like the thought of getting eaten, or smashed, or ripped to shreds today. The thought of running gave you comfort because if you ran, then they would shoot you which would be a less painful and more humane death.
The MTF shoved you inside the cell making you scream at yourself for not trying to pry free. It was too late. The doors already closed. Your fate has been decided.
You looked up at the massive, deteriorated lizard hearing it growl in acknowledgement to your presence. Quivering in fear, you backed up to the door. You didn't like fear. That's why you killed people. It made you feel powerful, it made you feel comfort since when you were a child, you lived in fear of your abusive father. Now you felt that fear again...but worse.
"Get closer to 682." The doctor said over the intercom. You froze in place.
The lizard enjoyed this. It was his mating season and you were ovulating. Perfect. For him anyway. He had no intention to harm you; though you thought otherwise.
682 growled in sexual frustration. You were way too small but the smell of your hormones drove him insane. He wanted you badly but decided no for now so he laid his head down and watched you quiver.
The doctor and yourself were appalled. No roaring? No blood and gore? Was this D-Class the key to taming this beast? You moved closer.
You started approaching him as he silently watched. He let you pet his snout. Oh how he loved your touch. Your smell was only stronger now which made him growl and you stopped. 682 moved his head closer for you to continue.
The doctor asked several irritating questions. Since most of his responses were incomprehensible, you had to move closer a few times for the doctor to hear him. 682 wanted to have a rage fit but he feared that he may hurt you. He hated you for making him feel that way.
682 sat up a bit and nuzzled you, wanting to get more of your smell so maybe if he were to escape, he could take you with him. Hopefully, 079 wouldn't mind the extra company. You giggled as he licked you. He felt 'playful' today.
The MTF came in to retrieve you, but 682 didn't approve of that. Now came the roaring and the blood and gore. You watched happily as 682 ripped the MTF officers to shreds. He snatched you up in his mouth and placed you on his back. You were escaping.
You had never been so happy. It happened in a matter of seconds. Now you were riding on the back of the Hard to Destroy Lizard. The SCP that everybody feared. You hung on to his hair for support like a rein for a horse. You heard him grunting hard. You couldn't blame him. He was all messed up.
Like the little Angel you were, you gave him words of encouragement. Not that he needed it though. His encouragement was getting to be alone and mate with you. That's all he needed. Even though he didn't need the encouragement, he still appreciated it. It made him want you more and more.
It wasn't long until more MTF officers came. The worst part was the fact that they brought acid. Now 682's main goal was to protect you. He shoved you off of his back with his tail. He growled an articulate "Run!". Even though you didn't want to leave him, you also didn't want acid poured on you. That's when you heard the siren for more Keter and Euclid class breaching containment worrying both you and 682.
079 fulfilled his promise, but at the least oppertuned time.
