Containment Breach Protocols: Kiibo x Reader x SCP-682

SCP-4451

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures:  SCP-4451 is currently free to roam Site 63, as it poses little threat and has been observed to greatly improve the morale of personnel that interact with it. However, in the wake of the event (linked) , containment procedures have been prepared in the unlikely event that SCP-4451 becomes hostile in any way. Three Mobile Task Forces are to be dispatched to the site of the outbreak from behind, below and by air (specifically helicopter, as SCP-4451's enhancements allow it to maintain prolonged flight) and use AK-47 rifles, stun guns, the mounted turrets available at Site 63 to subdue SCP-4451 (If impossible, SCP-4451 will simply be distracted until low on battery, then collected when it attempts to return to its charging port). Subsequently, MTFs 1 and 2 are to collect SCP-4451 and transport its incapacitated body to underneath Site 63, where it will be assigned a standard Weapon Object Containment Chamber (lowest level of memetic defenses).

Description: SCP-4451, or "Kiibo", as h̶e̶ it has expressed preference towards being called, is  a semi-sentient AI and robotics combination self-proclaimed to have been created by Professor  ██████ (1).  It appears as a 5'3 humanoid male, with pale white skin and whitish hair-like spikes atop its head. Its body appears mechanical, and although it often refuses attempts at study, small  inspections performed while SCP-4451 is in 'Sleep Mode' have confirmed that it is, in fact, completely metallic and non-organic. It is generally genial and cooperative to staff members, and as such has been approved for level █ access and limited interaction with select foundation-approved entities. Recently however, SCP-4451 has been exhibiting deluded behavior, including informing staff members that it originates from the fictional universe of  "Danganronpa"(2). In addition, it was recently discovered by Dr  ████ that, when pressed to the point of extreme stress or negative emotion, SCP-4451's body undergoes changes which would, in most circumstances, change its object class to Keter. However, in the wake of SCP-4451's apologetic response to this event, and no personnel being seriously injured, its class has remained the same, although tentatively. Taking into account this event and its peaceable nature, SCP-4451, along with SCPs -5172 and -4624, has been considered for interaction with SCP-682. Testing involving 4451 and 682 is to commence shortly; further edits as events warrant.

1: Note: no such personnel has ever been recorded to have worked in a high enough level of robotics to create a being such as, or even remotely similar to, SCP-4451. This topic is to be avoided or at least treated with caution when mentioned to SCP-4451, due to its tendency to become testy and uncooperative when it believes it is being made fun of.

2: No such fictional universe has ever, as such, 'existed'. Further attempts to press SCP-4451 for further information have been, so far, unsuccessful.

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Cool air streamed through the vent to your right as you passed yet another roadblock, the MTF in front of you shouldering their weapons awkwardly so as not to dent them against the sides of the narrow doorway. You had to admit that Site ██, although it may not be the prettiest thing to look at, definitely had the best layout in terms of containment chambers. The areas were deep underground, as you were right now, and blocked off with meters-thick walls of concrete, metal and various unclassified substances. You had no problem believing that if you were in one of those chambers, you were there for good.

"Dr L/N! May I have a moment?"

You turned, letting the MTF and various personnel pass you on their way to 682's containment chamber. You'd been studying 682 for a while now, and while you somewhat admired it's tenacity, you had to admit that it was a bitch of a thing to work with, hence the numerous personnel working on this project. You were pondering the logistics of stretching the budget to fit in another MTF- just for extra safety purposes- when your eyes met those of the other subject of the experiment.

"Doctor, is there anything else I should be briefed on before the experiment begins?" Kiibo- no, 4451, you reminded yourself- looked at you with worried, bright blue eyes which flowed brighter than ever when shadowed by the sharp black mouthpiece his "attack mode" possessed. Despite yourself, after your initial meeting you'd never been able to bring yourself to use "it" for this being. He was simply too- humanlike.

"Ah- No, K-4451, I believe Dr Lorrimer has told you all you need to know." You knew Kiibo had caught the sudden slip-up, and you breathed an inner sigh of relief when he simply nodded.

"Thank you, sir."

"No problem." Too informal or not, you didn't really care, wanting nothing but to ease the tremor in Kiibo's voice and the nervous dart of his eyes. If you were being honest, you had been reluctant about this experiment from the start. SCP-682 was violent and unpredictable, and now more than ever, staring at the slightly short robot- no, person- in front of you- despite the offensive weaponry, the mouthpiece, the ion cannon- you felt an urge to protect him from that violence. From the havoc that 682 wreaked everywhere it went, the havoc you'd experienced firsthand.

"And hey, Kiibo?" You added as he turned to walk away, quiet enough so the MTFs wouldn't hear.

"Y-Yes?" He asked, taken slightly off guard.

You patted the cold metal of his arm with one hand.
"Good luck."