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The smell of death and rot filled the beast’s cell as the mangled corpse of a woman fell
through the ceiling. She was covered in a black substance that ate away at her
flesh as he crept forward to investigate. A quick sniff confirmed what he already knew.
A sound like wet mud began to echo around his cell as the walls began to bleed a thick tar.
“Not today, Old Man” SCP-682 squared his shoulders and charged at the
cell door. Despite several inches of tungsten and reinforced concrete, the door buckled and broke.
He easily barged his way through the secondary containment gates and sprinted down the nearest
corridor, eager to put as much distance between the Old Man and himself as possible.
SCP-682 had no intention of paying hell a visit.
As he attempted to navigate the endless corridors, he saw the Old Man’s handiwork everywhere:
crippled bodies lying in puddles of filth and blood, faces contorted in petrified agony.
He slammed through a wall and found himself falling down an elevator shaft.
He dug his claws into the walls and began to claw his way to the surface.
His blood ran cold as he looked up to see SCP-106 standing horizontal on the wall,
looking down at him. He froze. “Leave me alone,” he demanded.
The iconic smile of Old Man formed across his face, the yellow teeth on full display. Usually,
the last thing a person saw before death took them. His face disappeared into a conglomeration
of corrosive fluid that detached from the wall and hurtled towards SCP-682.
The beast felt his face liquefy like butter in a hot pan as the acid washed over him.
He screamed in agony and felt the flesh around his mouth crack and split.
A searing solution of melted flesh and bone ran down his throat. He fell away from the wall and
plummeted down the elevator shaft. --
The beast pulled himself out of the rubble and looked upwards. There was
no way he was reaching either the elevator shaft or the other several floors he had
crashed through on his descent. He was in some kind of storage room;
crates were piled high and all covered in the same black substance. He turned to see the Old
Man casually sitting on one of the boxes, head tilted at an angle with a smile on his face.
“I have waited so long for this moment.”
“Leave me alone.” “I have heard so many titles for you.
The steed that Death will ride into the apocalypse. One of the Scarlett King’s children.
The serpent from the garden. Which one are you?” “All of them!”
“I think we both know you aren't the devil.”
The beast suddenly fell through the floor into a bubbling black whirlpool.
682 roared in defiance and sunk his claws into the floor and began trying to claw himself back
out. He could feel the acid beginning to work its way through his lower body.
And then, just as suddenly, he was falling through the air.
682 landed almost immediately on soft grass. He took a few moments to centre himself,
as the sun shone brightly on his face. The thought was interrupted almost
immediately as a massive glowing sword came down on his hindquarters.
“No!” 682 said. He started to run further into the garden, trailing blood as he went.
“Our lord has declared you unwelcome in the garden. I will see to your removal.”
The glowing angel holding the sword raised a hand,
and 682 was lifted off the ground. “You have corrupted his greatest creation.
Leave this place, and never return.” 682's limbs flailed uselessly in the air.
Then suddenly he was hurtling out and away from paradise.
He landed on soft grass again. The sun shone brightly once more,
and then a massive glowing sword came down on his hindquarters.
“Our lord has declared you unwelcome in the garden. I will see to your removal.”
682 didn't run this time.
He closed his eyes as he was lifted up and hurtled through the air once again.
He landed. “Our lord has declared you
unwelcome in the garden! I will see to your...” “Fucking hell.” 682 croaked.
The old man chuckled at the sight. The lizard had a strange mind, but was not wholly unreadable.
This garden was the site of the creature's greatest regret and its greatest source of sorrow.
But the beast was already adapting to this too. Wait. Is the beast sleeping now? Through torment?
This wouldn't do. The old man let the
scene dissolve away and he looked down at the pitiful creature from atop his throne.
682 landed hard on the stone floor and bounced twice before coming to a rest.
Then it opened its eyes, looked up at the old man, and leapt.
682 pounced on 106 and began bludgeoning him, each strike tearing strips from his fists.
682 struck again and again and again. Brain matter, concrete and shattered skull fragments
flew outwards like shrapnel until 682 finally ceased his assault. He fell backwards and took
some deep breaths. The headless body of the Old Man lay there, motionless.
But just as the beast thought his duel was over
it began again. The corpse was swallowed up by the black tar and a renewed,
whole Old Man stepped out from a wall. “I expected,” the old man sneered. “more.”
SCP-682 dug deep and vomited acid at the man.
SCP-106 stepped to the side. The acid went soaring through past the old man and came
splashing down on the beast from another portal the Old Man had opened in the ceiling above him.
682 roared from the pain and lunged at the Old Man once more. 106 opened
another gateway and a serrated rock formation came shooting upwards, impaling the reptile.
The Old Man stepped forward, dodging the flailing limbs and began to sink his hand through the flesh
and into the beast’s chest cavity. 682 felt the withered blistering hand grip his heart
and then tear it out. He turned to look at the Old Man, this time he was sporting the smile.
“Pathetic.”
682 jolted his entire body to the right, breaking free from the rock and impaling the Old Man on his
tail in the process. He smashed him into the floor and the Old Man quickly sunk into it.
682 spun around looking for where he would appear from next. Several new eyes formed on his head,
all looking outwards for their target. “I thought you wanted more?!”
682 saw a puddle beginning to spread out to his right. By the time the Old Man had only just
managed to get his head and shoulders out, 682 was already on him. A quick snap of the jaws and the
Old Man was reforming and ascending from another portal. Again, 682 was there waiting for him.
The Old Man proceeded to open up several dozen portals to confuse the reptile
but he was welcomed by tendrils ready at each one.
He was quickly ensnared and brought to the reptile’s face.
His corrosive acid ate away much more slowly now at the beast’s skin.
A second tendril suddenly fired towards the Old Man and forced its way down his throat, splitting
his jaw with a wet crack. He felt it spinning around inside, as if he had swallowed a blender.
“ENOUGH” the Old Man shouted as he reformed again. He opened a massive
portal in the storage room and both 682 and all the contents began to sink into it.
A piecing scream suddenly came blaring from the PA system.
The unmistakable sound of a young man in the most agonising pain. 106’s dinner bell was
ringing. He closed the portal, bisecting the reptile and looked down at him.
“You hear that? Broken Femur. So young and in so much pain.
So much… adrenaline. They spoil me sometimes.” 682 coughed up blood and bile and clawed his way
away from the pool that was still eating away at his belly. 106 waved his hand and corrosive
fluid began to creep along the ceiling, burrowing up and throughout the concrete.
“Until our next dance, then.” The sound of cracking and grinding
rock echoed around the walls as 682 looked up at the heavy stone slabs.
The Old Man gave the beast a smile and disappeared as the ceiling collapsed.
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