Within the SCP universe, there were some SCP objects that had an almost special status; they were the most famous objects, and not always in their own world. Sometimes, in was beings from a higher universe that decided which object was famous, and which wasn't.
The most famous objects weren't always the most powerful, the most dangerous, or even the most interesting ones. What made for a famous object could be many things. Though often enough, the more famous objects were also ones that held a certain level of danger, often Euclid or Keter class objects.
But also objects that could still be somewhat contained, not like SCP-169, which was indeed a Keter class, but due to its immense size of an entire continent couldn't be contained. It was Dangouers; it was interesting but not overly famous.
No, for an object to be famous, it had to be somewhat understandable, for how large is a continent in the end? It looks so small on a map, and it's hard for someone to truly understand the sheer scale of such a thing.
No, the most famous SCPs were often those with a direct and visceral threat, something simpler to comprehend and more terrifying in its specificity. They were the kinds of anomalies that could interact with humans in frighteningly personal ways.
This included objects like SCP-173, the so-called "Weeping Angel," a statue that killed by snapping necks but was frozen in place whenever observed. SCP-173's simplicity and relentless nature made it one of the most iconic and easily feared anomalies in the SCP Foundation's catalog.
But if there was one anomaly that could rival SCP-173 in sheer notoriety, it was SCP-682, better known as "The Hard-to-Destroy Reptile."
SCP-682 had earned its reputation not just for its sheer power or its classification as Keter, but because of its deep hatred for all life, its adaptability, and its survival against multiple containment termination attempts.
The creature was often depicted as a near-indestructible force of nature, almost invulnerable to the Foundation's many efforts to neutralize it. Its intelligence, ferocity, and the scale of destruction it left in its wake had turned it into a legend within the SCP universe, feared even by the Foundation's highest officials.
To make matters worse, SCP-682 possessed a terrifying level of self-awareness and malicious intent, often taunting Foundation staff or adapting to whatever method they tried to use to neutralize it. The reptile's ability to learn and evolve had led to numerous containment breaches, each of which caused massive casualties and devastation.
However, SCP-682 wasn't just known for its threat level. It became a symbol—almost a mascot—of the SCP Foundation's darker, more uncontrollable elements. Its ongoing battle with SCP-173, detailed in various Foundation experiments, became the stuff of fan theories, spin-off tales, and a narrative focus for many stories within the SCP fanbase.
SCP-682 embodied the very concept of something so evil and uncontainable that it became a challenge to the very idea of the SCP Foundation's ability to keep the world safe from anomalies.
Yet what really solidified SCP-682's fame was its relatability on an emotional level. Its hatred for all life, its sheer determination to never be controlled, mirrored the most primal fears of humanity—our fear of something we cannot stop, no matter how advanced or prepared we might be.
Despite the SCP Foundation's sophisticated technology and near-limitless resources, SCP-682 remained beyond their reach—untamed and still seeking its revenge against life itself. And in that way, it wasn't just famous—it was feared.
And now, it would make its true entrance into this new world full of Marvels.
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Steve, Bucky, and SCP-682 stood in tense silence for a brief moment, the air thick with the stench of death that clung to the bloody scene around them. The massive, reptilian creature loomed menacingly, its eyes narrowing as it fixed its gaze on the two super-soldiers. Neither side understood the other, but there was something instinctual, something primal about their confrontation.
Steve, despite his unflinching bravery, felt the weight of the situation. He had faced monsters before, but something about SCP-682 was different. It wasn't just the sheer size or the monstrous appearance—it was the malevolence in its eyes, the way it seemed to radiate hatred for everything around it. The creature wasn't just dangerous; it was intelligent, and it was angry.
Bucky's hand hovered near his weapon, his body tense and ready for action. He didn't know what they were up against, but his instincts told him that this wasn't something that could be reasoned with. "Steve," he muttered, keeping his eyes locked on the creature. "I don't think talking's going to work with this one."
Steve nodded subtly, raising his shield slightly. "I'm getting the same feeling." He took a cautious step forward, trying to gauge the creature's next move. "We don't know what this thing is or what it's capable of, but it's dangerous. We need to stop it before it hurts anyone else."
SCP-682's lips curled back, revealing rows of sharp, jagged teeth. It let out a low, guttural snarl, and the ground seemed to vibrate beneath their feet. "You… filthy humans," it growled, its voice filled with loathing. "You think you can stop me? I have killed countless beings stronger than you."
Bucky's expression hardened. "We've dealt with worse," he said coldly, drawing his weapon.
Before they could make another move, SCP-682 lunged forward with terrifying speed, its massive claws tearing through the ground as it charged at them. Steve barely had time to raise his shield before the reptile slammed into him, sending him skidding back several feet. The impact rattled through his bones, and it took everything he had to hold his ground.
Bucky fired off a few shots, but the bullets barely scratched SCP-682's thick hide. The creature didn't even flinch as it turned its attention to him, its eyes gleaming with malice. "Pitiful," it hissed, swiping its massive tail in his direction.
Bucky dove out of the way just in time, the tail smashing into the trees behind him with enough force to shatter them. He scrambled to his feet, glancing at Steve. "This thing's tougher than it looks!"
"I noticed!" Steve shouted, deflecting another powerful strike from SCP-682 with his shield. The creature was relentless, each attack more vicious than the last. "We need to find a weak spot!"
"There are none," SCP-682 snarled, its voice dripping with contempt. "You are nothing but insects to me. All life is disgusting, and I will eradicate it all."
Despite the overwhelming odds, Steve wasn't about to back down. He charged forward, slamming his shield into the creature's side with all his strength. The blow landed with a resonating clang, but SCP-682 barely budged. It turned its gaze back to Steve, its expression almost amused. "Is that all you've got?"
Bucky, never one to leave his partner in a tight spot, rushed in from the side, attempting to distract the creature long enough for Steve to regroup. He managed to land a hit with his metal arm, driving his fist into the creature's side, but SCP-682's thick scales absorbed most of the impact.
The reptile let out a roar, swinging its tail again, this time catching Bucky off guard and sending him flying into a nearby tree. He hit the ground hard, gasping for air as he struggled to stand.
"Bucky!" Steve shouted, his eyes darting between his fallen friend and the towering menace before him. He rushed toward SCP-682 again, but the creature anticipated his move, swatting him aside with ease. Steve crashed into the temple wall, his shield clattering to the ground.
SCP-682 loomed over him, its massive form casting a shadow over the battered soldier. "Your kind is weak," it said, its voice low and menacing. "You cling to life, but you don't deserve it. None of you do."
Steve grit his teeth, pushing himself back to his feet. His body ached from the impact, but he refused to give up. "We're not weak," he growled, picking up his shield. "And we're not going to let you win."
While neither of them was about to give up this fight, they also couldn't deny that things weren't going their way. No matter what they did, it seemed to do nothing against this monster, though thankfully, Steve's shield was able to stop its claws and teeth, meaning they hadn't gotten more than a few bruises themselves.
They realized that they had to somehow change things or they would likely lose in the end.
Thankfully, Peggy was near and quickly made her way over, and when she did, they had brought with her some heavy guns from the car. Taking a shot at the monster's eye was the first thing she did, and she caught it by surprise.
The gunshot rang out, echoing through the trees as Peggy's bullet struck SCP-682 directly in its eye. The beast let out a deafening roar, rearing back in rage, momentarily blinded by the well-placed shot. Its claws lashed out wildly, giving Steve and Bucky a brief moment of reprieve.
"Good timing, Peggy!" Steve called out, using the creature's momentary distraction to catch his breath and reposition himself. He raised his shield again, ready to move back in.
Peggy sprinted forward, holding the heavy weapon steady as she lined up another shot. "Don't thank me yet, this thing's still moving!" she shouted. She fired another round, but SCP-682, now alert to the threat, twisted its massive head just in time. The bullet ricocheted off its thick scales, doing little more than irritating the enraged reptile.
SCP-682's one good eye locked onto Peggy now, narrowing in fury. "More humans… how disappointing," it growled, its voice filled with venom. "You're all the same—weak, pathetic, and easy to destroy."
Bucky staggered to his feet, clutching his side where he'd slammed into the tree. "We're not done yet, lizard," he spat, grabbing a second rifle from Peggy's supply.
Steve advanced toward the creature again, shield raised high, his resolve unwavering. "Peggy, Bucky, keep hitting it from range," he commanded, stepping into the creature's line of sight to draw its attention. "I'll keep it focused on me."
Peggy nodded, loading another round. "Just don't let it close in on you, Steve. This thing's tougher than anything we've faced before."
SCP-682, now back on its feet, let out a deep, guttural laugh. "You think you can kill me with your pitiful weapons? I will rip you apart, one by one, until there is nothing left."
Steve charged again, shield up, moving with precision to distract the reptile while Peggy and Bucky fired at its vulnerable points. Each shot that hit SCP-682 left a mark, but the creature's regenerative abilities were far too fast for the damage to hold.
Worse still, the monster seemed to get both strongerr and bigger the longer they fought, forcing Steve and the others to constantly fall back. Unwillingly leading the monster towards Tokyo.