Welcome my SCP Foundation Mythos fanfiction featuring the Hard-To-Kill-Reptile and a male oc. This will contain some violence, blood and gore, and maybe some lemons ;) Enjoy!

Warning! The following story you are about to read contains major depictions of violence, grisly images, language, and anthro-human adult themes/scenes. There will be a note before each chapter to remind the readers of the above. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

It was very sickening for him to see that colossal reptilian beast fully submerged in the hydrochloric acid, its body slowly rotting away longer it was exposed to the toxic liquid. Dr. Dylan Reed felt nauseous just looking at it. He'd been here for six years, and yet, despite that, he was still sickened at the sight before him. "Dr. Reed," said a guard to his left. "Your assistant is here; he's waiting outside for you."

Dylan nodded and left the observation deck of 682's chambers. The door to the deck opened, revealing a thin, Asian man clad in the standard attire that all facility scientists wore. His face was as slender as his body was, with a pair of sunken, grey eyes that told Dylan that this was a born cold-blooded-killer and held no remorse to his victims. Then he noticed two soldiers on either side of the scientist, wearing Chinese uniforms and carrying AK-47s, and immediately, Dylan knew that this guy, this 'scientist', was an important official from the PRC(People's Republic of China), and he meant serious business here at Facility 06. The man smiled wickedly at Dylan, bringing a chill to the twenty-five-year-old American's spine, and said in an equally chilling voice: "Ah, you must be Dr. Reed." He extended a hand to Dylan, who just stared at it, too frozen in shock to take it in his own and return the 'friendly' gesture. "Oh, I see you're the shy, silent type, no? Doesn't matter. My business here is not with you, but rather, the beast; SCP-682, you call it, no?"

Dylan didn't like this guy one bit, but he didn't let his emotions show towards this communist bastard, and instead replied, "What the Foundation calls its members, is none of your business, Doctor…"

"Lao(Lo)," the Chinese finished for him. "I am Dr. Lao, or Chief Executive Scientist Shi Lao of the People's Republic, and yes, it is my business to know what you call this Foundation's members; be it human, or otherwise," he said, glaring at Dylan coldly. "Chairman Xiu had personally requested that I should spearhead our latest operation to defeat North Korea, once and for all."

"But," Dylan said, bewildered, "we've already begun negotiations with North Korea," he protested. "We've already severed ties for trade with you and your corrupted country."

"'Corrupted'?" Lao said, raising an eyebrow. "I think you mean 'liberated', or 'prosperous', but 'corrupted'?" he shook his head. "That isn't a descriptive word for our government. Yours?" his smile widened. "Your capitalist government will soon realize that socialism is the way to go."

Dylan scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. "Yeah, right. And we all saw how that went with the USSR. Even Putin is losing popularity because he's bringing back 'socialism'. And by the way, we don't work with, or under the government. They don't even know we exist. Hell, you shouldn't know we exist."

"But here we are, Dr. Reed," Lao's smile became an inhuman grin(much like that of SCP-087-B). "In the most heavily fortified facility on Earth, in the middle of nowhere, several thousands of kilometers away from—"

"Dr. Reed!" the guard from before shouted. "Something's going wrong with the containment procedure for 682!"

Dylan whirled around in a panicked frenzy and rushed back inside the observation deck. "What!? What's wrong with it?" he demanded. The guard shook his head

"I don't know, sir. The ducts are opening, draining 682's chambers, even though the console says they're closed."

'Oh no,' thought Dylan, as he walked over to the window and looked out of it into 682's chambers. Indeed, the acid was slowly falling to ground level, revealing the massive captive reptile as the green liquid drained through the grated patches on the floor of the cell. "No. No, no! Hoover, reboot the system! We cannot let 682 escape containment-" Dylan was cut off by a thunderous roar coming from below the observation deck, followed by the snapping of multiple metal chains. The man stared in horror as SCP-682, The-Hard-To-Kill-Reptile, break each and every one of its chains, one by one, and rose to its feet.

But instead of being colossal, as mentioned in its file, it stood-on all fours-at roughly five-feet tall(but since 682 is mostly bipedal, her actual height was around eight feet, until she regains her mass, which, by then, brings her to twenty feet). Its green, scaly body, with a mane of dirty brown fur at the base of its neck, covering its eyes, was baggy and leathery from its time its acidic prison. Dylan couldn't believe his eyes, but Shi Lao could. The Chinese scientist watched in awe and fascination at the fearsome beast, then his face scrunched up in disgust almost a split-second later.

"What is this?!" He turned to Dylan, fury burning in his squinted eyes. "Have you been genetically experimenting with SCPs for sexual purposes?!"

"No...no!" Dylan said, slightly shaking under Lao's gaze. "We found 682 like that." He slowly regained his composure and stood straight. "In fact, nearly all of the SCPs that are sentient and a biological life form, with some exceptions such as: 173, 096, and 106, are female. And even if they weren't, it would be very dangerous, especially with 682, to genetically modify the SCPs, regardless of their class." He narrowed his gaze at the communist. "Do you have a problem with that, Doctor Lao?"

"Many problems, Dr. Reed, " Lao glared at Dylan. "Many, many problems, 682 being one of them." He glanced over at the soldiers behind him and nodded. "Kill them all," he said without hesitation. The two soldiers raised their rifles and took aim at the guards and shot them before they could react. Dylan watched in dismay as his staff was gunned down, leaving only himself, the soldiers, and Dr. Lao alone in the observation deck, guns trained on Dylan. "I'm afraid our partnership has to be cut short, Dr. Reed. It's a shame really," Lao folded his hands behind him, "I was beginning to like you. Shoot h-"

A loud boom sounded in the distance, shaking the entire facility and the deck, throwing the four men off their feet. Dylan quickly recovered and stood up, but before he could make a break for the exit, the room went dark, leaving him blind in the inky-blackness. Then another thundering roar ripped through the facility, and Dylan knew everybody was screwed if 682 wasn't re-contained soon.

Okay, so I had a brain-fart on this particular chapter several times, but I am really satisfied with how this turned out. Just hang with me here, ladies and gentlemen. Phantom out!