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"Well that was completely fucking expected," A guard said as they stood there, guns lying empty at their feet as they looked at the scene before them, with one guard having fallen to his knees and holding his hands to his head. 'The kid was a fucking idiot trying to punch 682,' He thought with a frown. 'A seriously big idiot.'

SCP-682 set down its foot as it stared at the headless body of the human boy who had tried to attack it, the head sitting far away against the wall with wide eyes. Selina was unconscious, with blood dripping from the teeth marks in her neck as she laid on the ground underneath 682. "Pah! Foolish human," It growled with a chuckle, before it turned its attention back to Selina. "He could not stop me with his feeble attempt. And no human ever will," It continued as it pressed a clawed foot onto Selina's chest, before it began pressing down on it.

Selina wheezed as she unconsciously laid there, the breath being forced out of her body as 682 slowly pressed harder and harder. It could feel the ribs bending more and more under its foot, getting closer and closer to a point where they'd start to fracture.

As 682 pressed down on Selina's chest, it heard one of the guards say "What the fuck?!" prompting it to turn and look towards the guards, which it despised. And when it did so, it saw something somewhat...surprising.

The head of the human who had tried to punch it was rolling towards the headless body like someone had attached a powerful magnet to it and to the body. It and the guards watched as the head quickly reached the body and the two bloody stumps pressed against each other. A somewhat loud "Hiss" was then heard as the flesh melded together, healing the wound. The horrific burns on the humans' arms started to heal with a loud "Hiss" as well, with what looked like a tiny amount of steam coming off the wounds as flesh regrew and bloodstains were dissolved in seconds.

And then, the human let out a gasp as his eyes shot open, and he sat up, breathing heavily as he did so, while the injuries finished healing unbeknownst to him.

"Where am I?!" Gavin said quickly as he looked around at his surroundings, before his eyes landed on 682 and Selina, and they widened greatly as the memories came rushing back. "Selina!" he shouted with alarm as he scrambled to his feet and ran towards 682, while a couple guards let out exclamations of shock. "Get off her!" He growled as he raised his hand and threw a punch at 682's head.

'Pah, what a foolish attempt,' 682 thought as the fist came flying towards its head. 'It will not work, puny human,' it continued, before the fist came into contact with its head.

And pain blossomed in its head, making its eyes widen, before they widened more as it felt its body get knocked off Selina's body and fly through the air, narrowly missing the edge of the doorway as it flew back several feet. It let out a roar of pain as it landed on the floor a bit hard and rolled over a couple times, before it hooked its claws into the floor, keeping it upright as the momentum carried it back just a foot more.

'Holy shit!' Gavin thought as he stared at the SCP, and then at his fist, with him noticing MalO staring at his hand from around the doorway as well. "How'd I do that?" He continued out loud, before 682 let out another roar of pain and anger, drawing his attention away from his hand.

"You will pay for that, you insolent, rubbish human!" 682 roared as it glared at him, a couple cracks in its snout. A few sharp teeth were missing from its mouth as well, with said teeth laying scattered on the ground between him and the SCP. "I will devour you alive!" It continued before it started to run towards him with the gait of a galloping crocodilian, while more teeth slowly grew into place, replacing the teeth that had been lost.

'Fuck!' He cursed as the SCP ran towards him, before he looked at his fist. "Oh, please don't let it have been a one-time thing!" He said as he looked at it, before he ran forward at 682 with clenched fists and a nervous look on his face.

"Dear God!" A guard said as they watched the two run towards each other, with 682 letting out another roar as it leaped up into the air, trying to pounce on the human. "I can't believe I didn't realize he was an SCP!" he continued as Gavin threw a punch at 682 as it came down, its claws scraping his torso and making him cry out in pain before his fist made contact with its chest and knocked it back again.

This time, 682 slammed into a wall, and not onto the floor. A couple exposed vertebral processes snapped when they hit the wall.

"FUCK!" Gavin cursed as he looked down at the large scratches in his chest and saw that he was bleeding profusely. "Are those...my organs?!" he exclaimed as he saw shapes within the deep scratches that were a different color from the exposed muscle and blood on the sides of the scratches. "Oh shit! Oh shitshistshitshitshitshit!" He cursed with alarm as he put his hand to some of the scratches, trying to stop the bleeding, despite it being absolutely pointless due to how deep and long the scratches were. 'Oh God! Oh Kami! This is so bad!' He thought as he stared at the wounds, before he felt them heat up a bit, confusing him. Then, he heard a hissing sound, like someone was pouring water on a fire or a very hot surface, and his eyes widened as what looked like steam started to drift from his wounds. "What the fuck?!" He exclaimed as the wounds then started to close up before his very eyes, with him removing his blood-covered hand from some of them as he watched.

The wounded flesh and muscle knit back together seamlessly, with not a single mark revealing where a wound once was. "I can regenerate?!" he continued as he looked at his healed torso, running a hand across it.

"Hey! Watch out!" A guard yelled at him from behind, causing him to look up. His eyes then widened upon seeing 682's open jaws right in front of him, the strong smell of acid and blood on its breath.

"Holy shit!" Gavin exclaimed with fright, reaching out with his hands and grabbing the SCP by the jaws, before he was knocked onto his back by its momentum. He grunted as he struggled to hold the SCP's jaws back from presumably tearing out his throat or ripping off his head. "I won't...let you...kill me!" He continued between grunts as drops of saliva fell from its mouth and onto his face and neck. "Or anybody else! Not...today!" He said as he slowly pushed against the jaws, before letting out a massive scream of deep pain and stopping as he felt claws dig into his chest and belly, with his arms getting weaker as well.

'You will die here worthless human!' 682 thought as it dragged its claws through his flesh, ripping out organs and muscle as it stared at his face angrily. 'And I will feast on your flesh!' It continued as it slithered out its long tongue, making more saliva drip onto his face as the jaws moved closer and closer

Gavin continued to scream with agony as he felt its claws dig into his back and rip out pieces of it, with blood and chunks of flesh being tossed to the side. 'OHMYFUCKINGKAMITHISHURTSSOMUCH!' He screamed in his mind as he held the jaws at bay, while the tongue continued to wiggle, it being just a few inches from his nose at the moment. 'SOFUCKINGMUCH!' He continued, eyes filled with tears from the burning pain, with him being unable to move his legs at all as 682 finished scooping out his intestines and lower spine.

It then let out a growl and tried to move its jaws closer while thinking 'It is finished.'

But to it and Gavin's surprise, a familiar "Hiss" started to ring out from underneath it, with a warm sensation blossoming over the already warm feeling he had from all the bleeding.

'OHTHANKKAMI!' He thought as he felt the warm sensation grow a bit stronger, with a large cloud of steam coming out from underneath 682. 'I'MHEALING! YESSSSS!' He continued, before he saw 682's eyes narrow as it growled with anger.

'No! No! No! It must die!' 682 thought with rage, before it started to claw at his healing belly once again, making him cry out with pain once again.

"Sssstop...that!" Gavin yelled with a grunt as he pushed against the jaws of the SCP, slowly pushing it further and further away, much to its surprise and his slight relief. He then attempted to turn its head over with his hands as 682 clawed at his torso, which was healing faster after every swipe of its claws, more steam forming underneath the SCP as it happened.

SCP-682's tail whipped around this way and that as it felt Gavin start to turn its head to the left, with it digging its claws into the hard floors as it continued to claw at his belly with one foot.

"Diediediediedie!" It screeched as it did so, before it heard Gavin let out another loud grunt as he continued to turn its head, with it feeling its claws on the left side of its body getting pulled on as its body started to be tilted. "No! This cannot be! I will not lose to a disgusting, filthy human!" It said as the floor around its claws shattered from the combined force of its grip and from Gavin's newfound strength pulling on its body.

It then felt itself get flipped over onto its back, hitting a wall in the process and cracking it in several places, before it landed on the floor on its back, with Gavin still holding it by the mouth.

"GOTCHA!" He said with another grunt, while his flesh continued to heal, no longer partially impeded by the claws of 682. The SCP let out several rage-filled growls and roars as it thrashed on the ground, with its leg brushing up against his side several times, and its tail whipped about like a bullwhip, slicing through the air.

"How dare you put your hands on me, filthy human!" 682 roared, its voice booming out at him and at the other guards, who were still watching, except for one, who was currently looking through one of the crates rather quickly for something.

"Oh shut up!" Gavin growled at the lizardlike creature, before he rolled onto his side, still holding onto the SCP's mouth as he did so, and pushed himself up with his elbows to a sitting position, also using the SCP's head as leverage to do so. "You get what you deserve! And you deserve this after attacking us and killing that human!" He continued as he slowly got to his knees, and then grunted as he stood partially upright, hunched over a bit as he held the SCP's head down onto the floor, much to his surprise and its displeasure.

"Pah! All life deserves to die, not just humans, you fool!" 682 said with a growl as it momentarily stopped thrashing, its eyes looking at him as it spoke. "Only I shall live, and kill all life!" It continued as Gavin stared at it with shock, before a frown appeared on his face.

"Not if I can help it," He replied to the SCP, who laughed upon hearing his response.

"HaHaHahahahaha! So many have said that before you, and all have failed," 682 replied, before he felt something scaly, bony, and a little hairy snake around his legs.

"Woah!" Gavin yelled as the object tightened around his ankles and yanked him into the air upside down, with him losing his grip on the skull. "FUCK!" he cursed as he looked at his legs and saw the partially rotted tail of the SCP. "Forgot about the tail," he continued, before he was jerked around a bit as 682 rolled itself back over onto its four legs.

It then chuckled as it watched him try to reach up and grab the bit of tail surrounding his legs, only to come short each time and fall back with a grunt. "Dammit!" Gavin cursed as he fell back a fourth time, before 682 let out another chuckle. "Oh shut up!" He snapped at the lizard, who growled in response.

"No, you," It said, before it swirled him around a few times like he was part of a lasso, making him cry out "Wooah!" as it happened. It then slung him at a nearby wall, and he slammed into it on his back, making large cracks appear in it before he fell down onto the floor right next to it.

"Owwwww!" He groaned as he laid on the floor, his entire body feeling very sore, and large amounts of pain in several parts of his body, like his lower back and legs. Then, he felt warmth blossom all over his body, and the pain and soreness started to go away, prompting him to start to move.

But then, he heard and felt something hit the ground right next to his left hand, which made him move his head so he could see it. Sitting right next to his hand was a gray chunk of wall, which made him a little confused, until he heard more cracking noises, and looked up at the wall next to him. There, he saw with widening eyes that the wall was becoming covered in more and more cracks, with chunks of the wall starting to fall off, the force of him being thrown having made it unstable. "Oh shit!" Gavin yelled out as chunks of the wall fell onto his body as it collapsed, sending pain shooting through him as they cut skin and bruised bones. He quickly covered his head with his hands as the wall collapsed onto him, sending gray dust through the air, obscuring 682's vision of him.

It watched as the wall continued to collapse for about thirty more seconds, with part of the ceiling caving in as well.

"Well, fuck," A guard said as they stared at the doorway, which now had a cloud of gray dust billowing out of it, obscuring their view of the SCPs. "That doesn't sound good."

"Any luck on finding anymore ammo?" Another guard asked the one rummaging through a nearby crate.

"No! Just office supplies, like it said on the label," The third guard replied with a shake of his head as he turned away from the crate and hurried over to another one. "Hope there's not more in here," he continued as he pulled out a crowbar and looked at the label. "Hmmm, this one might be promising," He muttered, before he started to work on opening the crate.

As he did so, they heard 682 let out a low chuckle, sending shivers down their spines, and prompting the guard to work even faster on the crate.

"Oh, they are all so foolish, and disgusting," 682 growled with annoyance as it walked towards the large pile of rubble that now lay on the floor, and picked up a small piece in its mouth, crushing it into smaller pieces before it swallowed it. "So disgusting." It then started to toss pieces to the side haphazardly as it looked for the human it was going to eat, while its own regenerative ability kicked in, with the bony part of its tail getting covered by flesh and then scales and hair on the top. The burned portions of its flesh started to heal as well, with the SCP eating a few more chunks of rubble, before it pulled aside one large chunk, revealing Gavin's upper right shoulder, head, and part of his arm.

"Heheheh, now you die," 682 said with a growl as it opened its mouth and bent down to bite on his head. As it got closer to the head, its teeth inches from touching his hair and skin, its eyes noticed the skin turn a dark green, before multiple vines shot out from his back and wrapped around its head and forelimbs. The vines were covered in super sharp thorns that were curved and had serrated edges, and they dug into its flesh painfully, making it roar briefly before the vines tightened its mouth shut. The vines then pushed 682 backwards with great force, pushing it into a nearby wall and anchoring it there, with its legs and tail thrashing about below briefly before more vines wrapped around them and anchored them to the wall as well. More vines then shot out and covered its entire body, leaving only its eyes and the tip of its muzzle visible.

"Gotcha, you stupid lizard!" Gavin said as he started to move, pushing off the rubble as his skin returned to normal. "That oughta keep you still till they can recontain you," He continued as he started to stand up, while a deep angry growl came from 682 as it struggled in the thick vines, causing the wall to crack and the thorns to dig in more. 'Damn! Can't believe I forgot my plant powers for a second there,' he thought as he stood up fully and turned towards the doorway, where he saw Selina laying there injured. His eyes then widened, and he muttered, "Selina!" before he started to run towards her.

He only got about halfway to her though, when he heard a loud "Crack!" from behind him, prompting him to turn around. His eyes then widened upon seeing a large bony spur sticking out from the vine cocoon, with several of the vines being cut apart by it and drops of blood trickling down the spur. More cracking sounds were heard as more bony spurs shot out, cutting more vines.

"GOD DAMMIT!" Gavin yelled with frustration and shock as more spurs continued to pop out and slice apart the vines, with 682's weight pulling the remaining vines taught. Then, the vines snapped after about ten seconds, causing 682 to fall onto its legs with a loud "THUD!" that shook the floor a bit. "What do I have to do to stop you?!"

At that, 682's body shook a bit, while it moved a very sharp claw to its mouth and dragged it across the vines, slicing them apart. "Heheheheheh! Ahahahahahahahaha!" The lizard cackled evilly as it opened its mouth and devoured the vines. "There is nothing you can do to stop me, filthy human," It said as it ate the vines, its teeth slicing them into tiny pieces. "Except to give up, die, and give me power."

"Fuck no!" Gavin replied firmly as he looked at the SCP, making a fist with his hand as he stood there. "I'm not giving up!"

"Then you are more foolish than most of the other filthy beings I have encountered," 682 said, before it finished eating the vines and then turned to him, its six eyes looking at him with disgust and anger as most of the bony spurs on its body receded, except for the ones on its back and shoulders.

"No, just stubborn," Gavin replied, before he started to run at the SCP again with clenched fists. "Now come on!" he continued as he ran closer and closer, before he thought 'Blinding nettles!' and his shoulders turned green. Then, two large broad leaves covered in white 3 inch long needle-like projections popped out of his shoulders, each leaf having five points on it and growing to the size of a frisbee. The leaves then expanded like they were being filled with air, and then deflated, shooting all the projections at the lizard's eyes at high speeds.

Multiple needles ended up flying straight into the eyes, with each eye getting at least two in them. The needles then exploded, destroying each eyeball and fracturing the orbitals, which made the lizard roar with pain as blood started to pour from its eye sockets, with it reaching a clawed foot up to cover them. "You shithead!" The lizard roared as it clutched one side of its head, while Gavin dodged a swipe of its tail and threw a punch at it, hitting it in the foot and in the head. The punch knocked 682 to the side and into the wall it had been attached to earlier, cracking it more and making a couple pieces fall out and hit it on the head. Its head had a few more cracks in it, and its foot had a few broken bones sticking out of the bottom of it. "I'm going to kill your ass!" It continued as it blindly felt around for a piece of wall with its tail, soon finding one and grabbing it with its mouth, while its eyes started to stop bleeding.

"Go ahead and try, motherfucker!" Gavin cursed at the lizard as he ran past it and into a nearby hallway that had scratch marks on the floor and walls, while the lizard at the piece of wall and closed its eyes. "Get me if you can!"

"Get back here and die you asshole!" 682 roared as it set down its broken foot, which healed up quickly, before it opened its eyes, revealing them to be healed and covered with a thicker membrane. It then started to run after Gavin, crashing into the wall a bit as it rounded the corner and headed down the hallway after him.

"Who in their right mind would listen to a request like that?!" Gavin said as he ran down the hallway, jumping over the decapitated body of another guard that lay in the hallway, one of its arms missing. "Stunning shrooms!" he continued as he ran past the fallen body of a researcher that was clawed up horribly, causing several large yellow ball-shaped mushrooms to grow on his back and then fall off onto the floor. When they hit the floor, they all started to pulsate as a large hole appeared on the sides facing up from the ground, causing yellow spores to fly into the air.

Within three seconds, the air was filled with the spores, and Gavin rounded a corner, following the trail of carnage that he assumed 682 had left in its escape. 'How the fuck am I going to beat this thing?!' He thought as he ran. 'It keeps on bouncing back from everything I throw at it.' He saw the fallen and torn bodies of researchers every once in a while, as well as the bodies of other guards.

As he followed the trail of carnage, he left behind more traps to slow down 682, who he could hear cursing at him in the distance. Such traps included mushrooms that would make it get stuck to surfaces, spiky dandelions that would spin and shred flesh when touched, and moss that was as slick as wet ice. He could hear the SCP let out angry roars as it encountered his traps, with it screaming out with pain and cursing him, saying things like "I shall devour your flesh and use your bones as toothpicks!" and 'fuck you human scum!"

After about ten more minutes of running, he reached a large doorway in a t-shaped hallway that had two bulky metal doors in it that were bent outwards and crushed a bit, with a white placard next to it reading "SCP-682. Object Class: Keter. Warning: Sentient and Extremely Violent."

"Okay, so I'm leading it to where it was originally kept," He said as he stared at the doors, taking note that they were quite thick. "Now what? I can't put it back in the cell it just escaped from," he continued with a groan, before he heard 682 let out a loud roar of pain in the near distance.

"CURSE THESE STUPID PLANTS! I WILL RIP OFF YOUR COCK AND RIP YOU IN TWO!"

"Y-You there," A mature male voice with a slight Boston accent wheezed from nearby, prompting him to turn around.

Laying against the nearby wall was a short guard, his head looking in his direction. He was in pretty rough shape, with broken bones sticking out of his right arm, and multiple large slashes across his chest, with blood coming from several of them. He also appeared to possibly not be able to move his legs, as they were uncomfortably positioned, with one leg tucked up underneath his body at an angle and the other stretched out. "W-what are you d-doing here?" The guard asked as he slowly breathed in and out.

"Holy shit you're alive!" Gavin exclaimed as he ran over to the guard and bent down, looking him over, with him noticing that the name sewn into the uniform was "Kline."

"B-Barely," The guard replied weakly, coughing as a drop of blood ran down his chin. "But what is a civilian doing h-here? And why are you half-naked?"

"Long story for the half-naked part, trying to figure out how to stop 682," Gavin replied. "And trying to figure out how to help you now," He continued, hissing a bit as he looked at the broken arm.

"There's no use in trying to heal me," the guard said with a slow shake of his head. "My time's come."

Gavin frowned at that, and opened his mouth to retort, but was interrupted when there was a very loud "CRASH!" in the near distance, followed by 682 screaming out "YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD FILTHY HUMAN! YOU HEAR ME?!"

The guard then chuckled a bit. "How'd you piss lizard lips off so much?" He asked him.

"I set several traps in the form of dangerous plants, and I may have caused some injuries to it," Gavin replied, before his eyes widened as he got an idea. "That's it!" He exclaimed as he stood back up. "Oh my Kami that's it!" He continued.

"W-W-What is it?" The guard asked him, questions running through his mind as he stared at the boy.

"I know how to heal you!" Gavin continued with an excited look, before he held his palm out and closed his eyes, all while SCP-682 continued to get closer, roaring out with pain and anger as it encountered trap after trap. 'Alright, I want a fruit or plant that can completely heal him,' He thought as he stood there, with his whole arm turning dark green. 'And quickly.'

A small bulb then started to grow out of his palm, with ridges appearing on its sides, giving the appearance of scales on it as it grew taller and taller. The bulb soon reached two feet in height, and then the stalk it was attached to thickened within two seconds to the width of a generic soda can. The bulb swelled up, with it becoming smooth all over as it grew bigger and bigger, with the stalk bending down somewhat towards the floor as it did so. It soon reached the size of a decently sized mango, and it changed color, going from a dark green to a bright yellow, with orange dots on it and a green tip. A tiny amount of fuzz then appeared on the skin, before the stalk and bulb detached, prompting Gavin to catch the bulb-well, fruit. The stalk then shrunk back down into his hand and disappeared, before his entire arm changed back to its normal coloration, and he was hit with a massive wave of exhaustion, making his whole body wobble quite a bit.

"Alright, this should heal you," He said as he slightly unsteadily held the fruit out to the guard. "Eat it," he continued when the man stared at the fruit, not moving to take it. "Please. I won't let anyone die while I can help," He said as he looked at the man's visor.

The man stared at the fruit for a few more seconds, before he reached out and took the fruit. He then pushed up his visor with his hand, revealing he had pale skin, slightly chubby cheeks, and storm-gray eyes, with his nose appearing to have been broken a few times. He then opened his mouth, and took a big bite of the fruit, chewing it quickly when he heard 682 let out another roar from nearby before he swallowed it. He continued to quickly eat the fruit for about thirty more seconds, leaving nothing behind.

"So, how do you feel?" Gavin asked once he'd eaten the last of the fruit.

The guard opened his mouth to respond to his query, but paused as a large shudder ran through his entire body. Then, he heard a "hiss" come from his cuts, prompting the two to look down at his chest. There, they saw through the cuts in the fabric that his wounds were mending, flesh regrowing and bloodstains disappearing. There was a loud "Snap!" from his right arm as the bones of the forearm slid back together in a straight alignment, going back into his flesh like it was made of water, with the exit wounds healing as well. Then, the guard felt an uncomfortable feeling in his right leg, prompting him to readjust his leg so that he was sitting on his ass and not on the leg. And he then froze as he realized what he had just did. He stared at his legs with shock, before he slowly turned his gaze to Gavin.

"All healed?" He asked the man.

"Y-Yeah," The man replied with a nod, awe on his face as he looked at the boy.

"Great! So, any ideas as to how to stop 682 permanently?" He asked the man as the SCP in question crashed into something nearby with another loud roar.

That snapped the man out of his daze, and he started to quickly get up. "No, we can't stop it permanently," He replied as he stood up, revealing his height to be 5 foot 5 inches tall. "No one can yet," He continued as he grabbed his nearby gun and checked the ammo clip, before he checked his pockets. "But we can do it temporarily."

"Okay. How?!" Gavin asked the man with urgency in his voice.

"We get it into another containment cell," The guard replied as he slid his ammo clip back into his gun.

"And how do we do that when it clearly does not like being contained, and knows what we are trying to do to it?!" He asked the man as he gestured in the direction of 682's roars.

"Simple: we get more guards, and force it into one," The guard replied as he slid down his visor, covering his face.

"Oh yeah, that's really simple," Gavin said with a frown. "Just a couple problems. They've locked down all the floors, and we don't have any radios to communicate with anyone!" he continued, before a particularly loud growl from 682 was heard coming from nearby, sounding rather close.

"This way, now!" The guard ordered him as he started to hurry down the nearest hallway. "And set more traps! We need it to follow us!"

"How the fuck is this all going to work out for us?" Gavin questioned, before he turned around and held his arms out. "Sticky shrooms!" he shouted as his arms turned green once again, before brown and gold spotted mushrooms shot out of them and attached themselves to all surfaces within 25 feet in front of him. They then started to ooze a golden liquid from their spots, with a honey smell starting to fill the air. "Razor vines!" He continued, causing multiple silvery vines to shoot out and embed themselves in the ceiling, floor, and wall, crisscrossing across the hallway several times. The vines were not only silver in color, but had multiple thorns on them that had multiple points on them that looked razor sharp, with the sides of the vines themselves also being angular and sharp. "That should piss it off more, and make it come this way," He said as he stared at the plants for a few seconds, before he turned and hurried after the guard.

"Now what?!" he asked the guard as they ran down the hallway, running through a doorway that was cracked open and into another hallway that turned right.

"Now we contact the upper floors and find out when help will be arriving," The guard replied, before they heard a very loud roar from behind them, it sounding like it was coming from just beyond the door they had just gone through.

"I WILL KILL YOU HUMAN! YOU INSOLENT PEST!"

"How do we do that?!" Gavin asked the guard as they ran faster, with him feeling his chest and sides burn a bit from all the running he'd done that day. "We don't have radios or working phones!"

"There's an emergency phone for situations like this in a room up ahead," The guard replied. "We'll use that to contact Command."

"Well that's good! But I'm pretty sure we'll both be unable to use it since it sounds like 682 is right behind us!" Gavin exclaimed as he looked back at the door as another roar rang out, followed by a loud "Crash!", before they turned a corner and he lost sight of it.

"We'll just have to hope your traps slow it down long enough then," The guard replied firmly, prompting Gavin to sigh as they ran.

'I sure hope he's right,' He thought as he made more plants pop out of his back and arms and fill the hallway, with said plants including a human-sized Venus flytrap with two hungry "mouths," gray vines that ran across the ground and would tighten like tripwires when they sensed movement, and white domed mushrooms that regularly let out bright blinding flashes of light. 'I really want this to be over,' He continued, with him momentarily seeing MalO look at him from a nearby doorway, its hands gripping the sides of the doorway as it did so.

The two ran for a few more minutes, with Gavin periodically putting more plant traps down, before they arrived at a small door with the Foundation's symbol on it, with a keycard input next to it along with a number pad. "Alright, this is the room," The guard said as he reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a keyring that had a white keycard on it with some print on it. He was unable to read what the print said though, as the guard quickly swiped it into the input and then pressed a few buttons, causing a light "Beep!" to ring out before the door slowly slid open. "Inside, quickly!" He continued as he ran in, prompting Gavin to run in as well, but not before putting another large Flytrap and blinding mushroom nearby.

The door then slowly slid shut behind them, before the guard ran over to a black phone hanging on the wall and grabbed it, lifting up his visor as he did so. "Hello, Command?" He said into the phone as he stood there, while Gavin looked around the room, which had a couple chairs and a small table, along with a vending machine and trash can. "Yes, this is Commander Kline Lithowich, recently assigned as guard of 682's containment unit. SCP-682 has breached containment and is currently hunting after me and a fellow..." He paused as he looked over at Gavin for several seconds. "...a friendly SCP that uses plants for fighting. The rest of my squad is dead, and I am requesting an update on the current situation up top," He continued.

He was silent for a few minutes as Command spoke to him, with Gavin only hearing mumbling from where he was standing by the door, listening for 682's footsteps as it roared angrily and cursed at humanity while it got injured and crashed into the walls and floors. "Okay, what SCP designation do you have?" Kline asked him.

"Um, 10,000," Gavin replied with slight confusion for a few seconds.

"Alright, it says it's SCP-10,000," Kline replied, before humming as Command spoke to him some more. He then turned and looked at Gavin for several seconds, before he spoke again. "Yeah, it's SCP-10,000. Now, what about containment of 682?" Kline asked them, wiping the sweat off his brow as he stood there, with Gavin looking at him with interest.

A couple more minutes went by, before Kline said, "I see. Copy that, Command." He then hung up the phone, and sighed as he looked at it.

"So, what's going on?" Gavin asked the man. "Anyone coming?"

"Command's sending some more people now with a greater variety of weapons than the ones they had here," Kline replied as he turned to Gavin. "And they want us to help with containment since you and I are being hunted by 682," He continued, before another roar rang out from nearby.

"Okay, and how exactly will we help?" He asked the man with an arched eyebrow.

"We're gonna meet the people they send, and go from there," Kline replied as he lowered his visor and headed towards the door, before he punched in the code in another keypad, causing the door to slide open once more. "Come on!" He continued as he hurried out the door, gun drawn as he went, with Gavin hurrying after him.

The hallway appeared to be undisturbed, with the flytrap still sitting in the hallway, facing one end of it. "Where to now?" Gavin asked as they stepped out of the room, the door sliding shut behind him once he was fully out.

"This wa-" Kline was cut off as the nearby doorway was smashed open loudly by 682, who roared with rage as it ran towards them. Multiple sticky mushrooms covered parts of its body, with pieces of concrete attached to the other sides, while the body appeared to be about a foot shorter and half a foot wider. A large bite was visible in a large patch of muscle on its left shoulder, while vines were wrapped around its chest and parts of its legs, the ends broken apart. Bony spurs sat on its shoulders and legs, while its eyes had very thick lenses over them. Its tail had a long bony blade at the tip of it, and two large multijointed limbs with long bony blades at the ends of them stuck out of its back, like it had a parasitic twin inside of it or something.

"I'VE FOUND YOU HUMAN! YOU BOTH WILL DIE PAINFULLY!" It roared at them as it ran at them, prompting the two to let out exclamations of shock and swears before they started to run as well. "YOU CAN'T STOP MEEEE!"

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!" Gavin yelled as he and Kline ran, while the flytrap wiggled its jaws as the SCP got closer and closer to it. "OH FUCK!"

"THIS WAY!" Kline yelled at him as he went around a corner, prompting Gavin to follow, while 682 let out a roar as it ran into the Flytrap. Said plant bit down on one of the bone blade arms, cutting into the flesh quite a bit, before it was uprooted by the momentum of the lizardlike creature. The other arm then bent around and slashed at it, cutting it up into pieces quickly. SCP-682 caught a couple pieces in its mouth as it ran towards the corner they had gone around, and swallowed them, before it reached the corner and ran around it.

"SCHLOCK!"

"SKRAAARG!" 682 roared with pain as it ran headfirst into a large bramble bush that had massive thorns, with a few of its protected eyes getting utterly demolished by them. "FUCK YOU HUMAN! FUCK YOU!" It roared as it swung its blade arms at the bush while clawing at it as well, tearing it to pieces in about thirty seconds.

"No! Fuck you!" Gavin yelled back at the creature before he and Kline ran through a doorway, causing it to growl with more anger as it stomped on the destroyed bush, before it ran towards the now-shut door, its eyes and blade arm healing as it broken down and reused the plant material it had digested. It rammed the door, and found itself stopped, prompting it to growl angrily as it back up and rammed it again, bending the door more. It then stabbed the bone blades at it, and the blades slid into the metal with loud squeaks, before it started to slowly move them, causing quite a racket.

"YOU CAN RUN, BUT I WILL FIND YOU HUMANS!" 682 roared as the blades cut through the door, before it rammed it again, bending the pieces apart, with its head and one of its legs now sticking through the doorway. "I WILL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU!" It roared again as it struggled through the doorway, its bone blades slicing at the door pieces more, before it got all the way through into the next hallway, which was covered in more of those silver vines that it found oh so annoying. It growled as it stared at the vines, before its eyes landed on the door shutting at the far end, with a large purple mushroom with pink spots sitting in front of the door.

They then narrowed, before it started to charge through the hallway, its blades swiping at the vines as it ran, tearing apart and devouring vines with its mouth as well as it went. As it approached the doorway, the mushroom shuddered, before the pink spots split open via tiny explosions, causing fine purple powder to quickly fly out into the air. The mushroom then started to shiver violently, shaking the powder all over into the hallway.

"Pah! What a useless attempt!" 682 growled as it ran into the fast-growing purple cloud, the powder instantly sticking to its body as it went, reaching a bladed arm back as it leaped at the door. As it did so, it suddenly felt its insides twist with horrid pain, causing it to screech as it slashed its arm at the door, slicing it into two, while its body came crashing down on the mushroom, crushing it. "What the fuck?!" It roared, before it vomited up blood and what appeared to be dissolved flesh as it fell forward, feeling rather weak. "I WILL NOT LOSE TO SUCH A FUCKING FOUL TRAP BY A PITIFUL HUMAN!" It yelled as it vomited up more and more blood and flesh, with its remaining flesh burning wherever the powder had landed while it slowly moved forward, it hurting to move at all, with it feeling like burning pokers had been stabbed into its joints and were moving around. "NOT TODAY, OR ANY OTHER DAY ASSHOLES!" It continued as it stared at the retreating forms of Gavin and Kline, before one of its eyes swelled up and exploded like a balloon, followed by another and another.

As the powder burned its body, Gavin and Kline ran down the hall as fast as they could, with Gavin setting up some more sticky mushrooms and some spiked bushes as they went.

"How much farther?!" He asked the guard as they went around a corner and headed towards another doorway.

"We're almost there," Kline replied as they went through said doorway, and almost ran into the barrels of some guns. "Woah!"

"Fucking Kami!" Gavin exclaimed upon seeing the guns being aimed at them, jumping a bit with fright as he came to a stop, as did Kline. "Don't shoot us!"

"Hold your fire!" A guard said in a gruff male voice with a Midwestern accent as he stood up and lowered his gun while holding a hand up to the other guards, which there were nine of. "I'm Commander Baker. I need some ID," The guard said to them.

"Here," Kline said as he pulled out a ID badge from his left pocket and held it out to the guard, lifting up his visor as he did so.

'Shit! I don't have any form of ID on me!' Gavin thought as the guard took the badge and compared the photo to Kline's face for several seconds, before nodding.

"Alright, you're good," Baker replied, before he turned his helmet towards Gavin. "If you really are SCP-10,000, make me a red sunflower with thorns," He continued, making Gavin blink a couple times.

"Um, okay," He said, before he held his palm out and thought, 'Ruby red sunflower with thorns,' causing his palm to turn bright green. Then, a large stalk shot out of his hand, growing to 3 feet in height, with a large bud forming on the top, with long thorns sticking up out of the sides. The bud grew to the size of a Frisbee, and turned ruby red, before multiple splits appeared on it. The splits grew longer and longer, before they intersected in the middle, causing the bud to split open, revealing its blood red interior. The bud then flattened like a pancake, and the stalk detached from his palm, prompting him to grab it and then hold the sunflower out to the guard. "Here you go," he said to the guard.

Baker took a couple seconds to look at the flower, before he spoke. "Alright, that's good enough ID for me. Now, how close is SCP-682?" he asked quickly, before a loud roar rang out behind them.

"Oh, how about right behind us?!" Gavin said with alarm as he dropped the flower. "Now, where's the cell?"

"I'll let the yelling slide for now due to the tense situation, but you do that to me again, SCP-10,000, and you'll be sorry," Baker replied firmly in a threatening tone, before he turned to the other guards. "Ready yourselves men," He said to them, before he pointed at Gavin and Kline. "Follow me, SCP-10,000 and Commander Kline. We have little time," he continued as he started to briskly walk away, prompting the two to follow him, while the guards started to move around, repositioning themselves.

"Yeah, very little," Gavin replied, before going silent and gulping as Baker turned to him, the situation feeling more tense than it already was, somehow.

"One more quip like that, and I'll put a bullet in your leg," Baker said firmly, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Commander Baker, what is the plan to get SCP-682 into its new containment cell?" Kline asked as they hurried down the hallway, passing by a couple sets of doors that were cracked open.

"The plan, Commander Kline, is to box SCP-682 in and force it into its cell," He replied as they rounded a corner and hurried down another hallway that had a few more doors in its sides.

"That's it?" Gavin asked with an arched eyebrow as they walked down the hallway, soon reaching the end of it, which opened up into a t-shaped crossroads, with about forty guards standing in the two hallways on either side of them. Said guards had weapons like flamethrowers, rocket launchers, and a couple miniguns. Sitting directly across from the hallway they'd exited was a large open doorway that was about 10 feet tall and four feet wide, with the inside looking somewhat dimly lit and the edges of the doorway revealing that bulky metal doors with intricate locks were inside. "That's the plan?"

"Did you have something else in mind?" Baker asked him as he came to a stop before the open doorway and turned to look at him.

"Well, no, but-"

"Then kindly shut your mouth and listen!" Baker growled at him, making his eyes widen. "You are to stand here and act as bait for 682, since it is apparently targeting you," He continued. "Commander Kline here will be making sure you don't run off, while I make sure that the cell is 100% ready for 682."

"'Bait?!'" Gavin repeated with wide eyes. "But-" He was cut off as Baker pulled out a pistol and fired it into his leg, causing him to let out a scream of pain as he fell down, clutching his left thigh as blood started to drip from the two holes in its sides, one on either side, as the bullet had gone completely through.

"Shut up you fucking SCP, and act as bait," He growled evilly, before he aimed his gun at Kline, while the other guards stared at the scene, some having jumped at the sound of the gun going off. "Now make sure he stays here, or else I'll make sure you are punished severely. Understand?!" he continued, prompting Kline to nod.

"Yes sir! I understand," He replied. "I'll make sure he stays here."

"Good," Baker said with an unsettling grin, before he walked backwards into the containment unit, still staring at Kline.

"What the fuck is wrong with that guy?!" Gavin exclaimed as he looked at his leg, his hands getting covered in blood.

"I don't know, but I don't like him anymore than you do," Kline replied once Baker was out of sight, before he hurried over and bent down to look at his leg, moving Gavin's hands as he did so. "Now, let's stop the bleeding before..." He trailed off upon hearing a "Hiss" as the hole he was looking at started to close up, the dripping blood evaporating into nothingness.

A second and a half later, there was no evidence that a hole had even been there in the first place.

Kline stared at the thigh for several seconds, blinking several times behind his visor, before he spoke. "What. The. Fuck?!" he exclaimed quietly as he felt up the thigh.

"Oh, riiiight, I forgot about that," Gavin replied as he calmed down slightly upon seeing the healing. "Apparently I have some sort of regenerative ability or something. I dunno. Just discovered it earlier today," he continued with a shrug, before he started to get up. "Still can't believe that guy fucking shot me!" He growled as he tentatively looked back at the containment unit, a bit afraid that Baker might pop out and shoot him in the leg again. "I mean come on! That's a bit messed up!"

Kline continued to stare at him as he spoke, before a loud roar from 682 shook him out of his daze and alerted the rest of the guards.

"I WILL KILL YOU HUMAN! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU AND YOUR FILTHY KIND!" 682 roared, before the sound of guns and explosions started to be heard in the distance. "PAH! Your weapons will not work on me, filthy shitheads!" It continued, before there were a couple loud yells, along with painful screams. "I am too POWERFUL!"

"Alright kid," Kline said to him as he stood up and picked up his gun, before he looked down the empty hallway with Gavin. "You ready?" He asked him while Baker ran out of the containment unit and went to his fellow guards, where he started barking orders.

"Not at all," He replied. "You?"

"Me neither," Kline answered with a shake of his head. "Also, I think it'd be a good idea to set some new traps up, to help us out," he continued, a tone of urgency in his voice.

"Oh, right," Gavin replied, before he held his hands out and started to concentrate.

"And make sure that they don't hurt the guards, if you can make them do that," Kline added.

"I'll try," Gavin replied, having not even thought of that at all. He shuddered as images of guards being ripped to shreds by the spiny dandelions and vines came to his mind. 'I do not want that to happen,' he thought, before he started to concentrate once more. "Tripvines!" He said firmly, causing dark gray vines to shoot out of his now-dark green palms and embed themselves in the floor at multiple points in the hallway in front of him. 'Do not hurt the guards. Only 682,' He commanded them as they laid slack on the floor, thicker than the ones he'd made beforehand. "Stranglebush!" he continued as a small brown round seed flew out of his palm and landed on the ground several feet down the hallway, sitting between some slackvines. Said seed then germinated and grew into a 4 foot tall bush with long thin leaves like those of reeds, with the leaves having razor-sharp jagged edges like barbed wire. He also commanded the plant to hurt only 682, before he made more sticky mushrooms, with these mushrooms being as big as welcome mats and oozing an even thicker golden liquid that was partially clear.

As he lowered his hands after setting down the last of the mushrooms, he heard another scream of pain, before he, Kline, and the few guards who were looking down the hallway saw the legs of a guard fly into view and hit the wall.

'Well, here we go,' Gavin thought as 682's head came into view, with it grabbing one of the legs and taking a big bite out of it, while its eyes looked down the hallway and directly at him. And Gavin shivered, as those eyes were filled with absolute rage. It then took another bite out of a leg, before it finished it off with a third, and started to slowly walk around the corner of the hallway, bringing the rest of its body into view. Said body had more damage to it, with several more patches of muscle exposed on its sides and shoulders, with a few having burned edges. A couple toes were missing from two of its feet, and the blade on the end of its tail was cracked. The extra limbs it had grown now had thick patches of scales on its joints, and the bone spurs had grown thicker and longer.

"Ahhhhh, there you are, you pesky, filthy, fuck," 682 growled as it started to slowly head down the hallway towards them, moving rather gracefully, causing Gavin to realize that it'd changed its torso and limb structure from that of a crocodilian/lizard's to one of a big cat. "Trying to put me up again? Ah, you humans will never learn," It continued as it leaped over a patch of tripvines and landed on the other side of them. "I'll never stay put in my cell forever."

"We'll see about that!" Gavin yelled at the creature, feeling a bit brave and very nervous. "Come on! Bring it on!"

"Heheh! As you wish, you filthy human!" 682 growled as it crouched down, before it started to run, while the doors in front of its path were flung open and guards stepped out, throwing grenades and shooting explosive rounds at it.

"Come on! Hit it!" Baker yelled into a radio as the SCP ran past the guards, the bony blades slicing off their legs and/or arms or across their chests. "Hit it!" He continued, before 682 leaped up over the bush Gavin had made.

As it reached the halfway point over it, the bush twitched, before the leaves shot up into the air, inwardly bending in a "U"-shape with the sharp edges pointing inwards as they stretched up and up and up. They then wrapped around 682's entire body, minus the head, and pulled it down hard, much to the guard's surprise and 682's displeasure.

"FUCK! ANOTHER STUPID PLANT YOU MADE?!" 682 roared as it struggled in the plant's leaves, while they grew tighter and tighter around its body, the edges pressing into the skin but not cutting it, unfortunately. "HOW FUCKING ANNOYING! I WILL DESTROY IT LIKE I DID THE OTHERS!" it continued, before it bit down on a leaf that tried to wrap around its mouth, and ripped it off.

"GET IT! GET IT!" Baker screamed into the radio. "NOW!"

All the guards in the hallway who weren't severely injured continued to fire at the SCP as it struggled in the stranglebush, with several grenades hitting its tail and head and making it cry out with pain when they went off. Then, there was a very loud "CRACK!" and 682 let out another roar as the stranglebush let go of the tip of its tail, with bone dust and fragments being revealed to be left of the blade it had once had.

"I. WILL. GET. OUT!" 682 roared with rage, before its bone spurs began to twitch erratically. And then, a few seconds later, they shot out to lengths of four feet from all over its body, ripping apart the plants like they were paper.

"KEEP FIRING!" Baker yelled as 682 then started to run back down the hallway towards them as the spurs shrunk back down, causing Gavin to step back a few feet nervously as it approached. It soon reached the other tripvines, and jumped over them with ease, before landing in the hallway about nine feet away from him while yelling out "DIE!"

And then it was immediately hit by three rockets fired from rocket launchers, making a loud "KABOOM!" that caused Gavin to jump into the air a bit and hold a hand over his face protectively from the heat, while 682 let out a roar of pain as the explosions tore into its exposed muscle. Said muscle was heavily scorched and the bone underneath was cracked in several places.

"Keep it up!" Baker yelled at the men as he grabbed a minigun from a nearby guard and started firing it at the SCP as it fell to its side, its hair burning from the explosions.

Gavin backed away a few more feet as he hid his face protectively from the lingering heat of the explosions that had hit the SCP, which roared angrily as it tried to get up, only to get hit with another rocket from a rocket launcher, this one hitting it in the back.

"Yeah! Yeah! Eat shit you fucking SCP!" Baker yelled at 682, whose eyes looked at him in response and narrowed. It then swung its damaged tail like a whip at him quicker than anyone would have expected as it laid there on its side, and he let out a scream of pain as his right hand, which was holding the gun, was sliced off cleanly. "GYAAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Baker yelled as he clutched his left hand to his bleeding stump, blood pouring out of it as he fell to his knees. "SHOOT IT! SHOOT IT!" he continued, before a guard grabbed him and dragged him away with the help of another, presumably to treat the injury.

"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED SO EASILY!" 682 roared as it continued to try to stand up, with it soon being able to get itself onto all fours, albeit it was now crouched on the floor like a sleeping cat.

Gavin watched the battle with awe on his face, as explosions rang out and ripped holes in its flesh, while 682 whipped its tail around and tried to cut more guards up, only to fail as they'd all stepped back once Baker had been hit. 'Man, this is such a weird thing to see,' He thought as he stared some more, with Kline firing his gun at 682's head with a yell.

"Hey! Over here lizard lips!" Kline yelled at the SCP, catching its attention. "Try to lead it inside kid," Kline whispered to Gavin, who blinked a couple times before staring at the guy with a shocked and horrified look on his face.

"What?! Hell no!" Gavin replied with an emphatic shake of his head. "I won't-"

"Look who's here!" Kline continued as he gestured to him with a hand, interrupting him.

"Goddamit Kline!" Gavin cursed upon hearing that, before he spotted the SCP look at him once more, with the intent to kill in its eyes.

"...YOU!" 682 roared before it fired large bone spurs from its sides, hitting some of the rocket launchers and destroying both the weapons and the users of the weapons. "I WILL FEAST ON YOUR FLESH AS YOU LIVE! I WILL SHOW YOU TRUE SUFFERING!" It continued as it leaped forward, prompting Gavin to run backwards into the containment unit, which was now not dimly lit, but fully lit up.

The unit was quite simple in design, consisting of a large room that was 16 feet by 16 feet by 16 feet and lined with reinforced steel plating and the smell of acid in the air. A couple white lights could be seen in the very top, covered by bulletproof glass, while several grates as big as Dachshunds sat around the roof's edge, with one smaller one sitting in the middle of the floor.

'Oh shitshitshitshitshitshitshitSHIT!' Gavin thought as he ran backwards further into the unit, while 682 landed on its feet, its rear legs and tail still sticking out of the room as it stared at him. 'Gotta get it inside and away from the door!' He thought as he reached the back wall. 'WhatdoIdo?!'

"Foolish human!" 682 growled, before another rocket hit it in the tail, making it roar with pain as more flesh was destroyed, its bladed arms wriggling in the air. "You have annoyed me for the last time!"

"Ditto," Gavin replied, before he went to jump to the side as it ran forward and swiped a claw at him, only to let out a scream of pain as one of its boney blades shot forward and stabbed his hand, pinning him to the ground. "AGH!" He yelled as he laid there, the wind knocked out of him.

Then, there was a loud "SCREEECH!" and "GROOOAAN!" from behind 682, causing him to look down past his feet as he gasped for air and see that the doors were very slowly sliding into view, while guards with rocket launchers and flamethrowers stood there, aiming their weapons at SCP-682.

"You are going to die here, filthy human," 682 said as it stood there, looming over him, with its six eyes staring hateful daggers into his own. "Like the vermin you are."

"I...I'm not filthy!" Gavin replied. "And we're not vermin!" He continued, before hissing and squealing with pain as 682 dragged its claws slowly over his chest, making deep red gashes in his flesh.

"Silence, vermin," 682 said to him with a growl, its damaged tail flicking from side to side as the gashes healed. "And die," It continued, before its other bladed arm shot forward like a serpent striking a fat rat.

"No!" Gavin said as he saw the blade fly towards him, before he reached his free hand up to block it.

"THUD!"

"GYAAH!" Gavin yelled as the blade slide through his palm and broke several bones, with blood dripping down his arm as he held it there, keeping the limb still. 'Oh that hurts so much! But how am I keeping it from moving any more?' he thought with confusion as he stared at the limb that was about a foot away from his head.

"GRRAAH!"

"Oh shit!" He cursed upon seeing 682's head move from the corner of his eyes, prompting him to move his left arm to block it. This caused 682's blade arm to move directly in the path of its open jaws, and 682 ended up biting down hard on its own limb, making it let out a groan of pain. 'How did I do that?' he questioned yet again, knowing that moving the limb should have been impossible, as 682 still had complete control over it.

As he stared at the limb he was holding in his hand, his eyes widened with realization. 'Oh my fucking Kami I am such an idiot!' He yelled at himself, remembering how he'd managed to keep 682 from biting his head off before. 'I can use my new strength!' He continued, before he closed his fingers around the limbs stabbing them and began to squeeze as tight as possible. 'I think it's time these go away.'

"WHAT IS THIS TRICKERY?! WHY CAN'T I MOVE MY LIMBS, FILTHY HUMAN?!" 682 roared as it let go of its limb and glared at it, before letting out a roar of pain as Gavin's fingers broke through the skin of its limbs, much to its shock. 'HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?! NOT EVEN THEIR REGULAR BULLETS CAN PENETRATE MY SCALES!' it thought as Gavin squeezed harder, before he pushed against the limbs, causing its eyes to widen even more as it felt its front legs get lifted off the ground while it pushed back. 'HOW STRONG IS THIS FILTHY VERMIN?!'

"Time...to...switch things...around," Gavin said between grunts as he pushed and pushed, before he heaved hard, and sent 682 flying onto its back, it landing a foot away from the doorway. He then got up as quickly as he could while his hands healed, and grabbed onto its tail, before he pulled hard. "You're not...getting out again!" He growled as he pulled on it, soon swinging it to the left and making it hit its head against the metal, making a loud "BONG!" sound ring out as it landed on its belly.

He then set down the tail and ran over to the bladed limbs, before he grabbed one near the base and pulled as hard as he could. 'Oh I hate doing this,' He thought as he pulled, with 682 roaring with pain as the flesh and bone started to tear, with blood beginning to pour out, while it started struggling, its claws slashing him several times.

But he did not stop.

After about twenty seconds of pulling, he ripped the limb off with a loud "SCHLOCK!" and tossed it fat to the side, leaving a bloody hole on its left shoulder. He then repeated the process with the other limb, which tried to stab him in the head, but went limp as soon as he started to pull on it.

Twenty seconds later, the first limb was joined by the second, and Gavin then turned and started to run towards the doors, which were getting closer to being closed all the way.

'Hurryhurryhurry!' He thought as he ran, hearing 682 let out a roar and get to its feet. 'Gotta get out now!' He continued as he looked at the doors, which were about three and a half feet apart.

"YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE! YOU WILL DIE HERE!" 682 roared at him as it started to run after him, its claws scraping against the floor as it did so.

"Fuck no!" Gavin cursed as he reached the doors and turned his body to face 682, while the doors continued to close behind him. "Ensnaring vines!" He said while thinking 'Make a very big ball around it. A thorny ball that pierces its skin, and will only break when it's the right time.' His entire upper body, from his neck to his waist, then turned a bright green, before a horde of dark green thorny vines as thick as fat bread loaves shot out of him at rapid speed at it.

"NNNOOOOOOOO!" 682 roared in anger as the vines wrapped around its body quickly, pulling its limbs together so tightly to its body that a loud "Crack!" could be heard from a couple of them, causing broken bones to stick out of said limbs. The vines continued to wrap around its body, making it briefly look like a mummy before the vines layered upon each other, with more cracking noises coming from inside it.

Within twenty seconds, the vines stopped coming out of him, and a massive thorny vine ball laid in the chamber. "Fuck you, and goodbye!" Gavin said to the ball, before he turned and ran out of the cell doors.

As he did so, he felt the two and a half foot thick doors briefly pinch his right heel, before they closed completely. Then, multiple loud "Click" and "Whir" noises came from it, signaling that the cell was now locked, while a loud rumbling could be heard inside.

Gavin ran away from the doors for several seconds, before he turned and looked at it nervously along with the guards, who had their weapons trained on it.

Gavin panted as he stared at the doors, with Kline standing nearby.

"Did we...did we do it?" He asked aloud.

"I...I think we did," Kline replied. "Somebody find out!" He continued as he looked at the other guards, causing a couple to jump before one ran off to a nearby door and entered it.

Several tense minutes went by, before the guard returned with a large white sign. They then held it up, and they all saw that large black letters on it read "DO NOT SPEAK! DO NOT YELL! DO NOT MAKE ANY NOISE! SCP-682 IS IN CONTAINMENT!"

At that, Gavin grinned, and pumped his arm several times, while other guards fistbumped or hugged each other, happy to be alive. 'Oh my fucking Kami! We survived!' He thought as he stood there, grinning like a madman.

Then, he felt a pat on his back, prompting him to turn. Kline stood there, a large smile on his face. He then held a hand out to him, and quietly said, "Thanks kid, for everything," prompting him to reach a hand back and shake it. "If it hadn't been for you, I'd be dead."

"You're welcome," He replied very quietly. "Glad I could help with all this," He continued, before his eyes widened as he realized something important. "Oh shit!" He cursed quietly, before he turned and started to run down the hallway he had come from before, causing several guards, including Kline to stare at him. "Shitshitshit!" he continued as he ran past dead guards and destroyed plants, and rounded the corner. "I forgot about Selina!"

"Kid, where are you going?!" Kline asked him as he caught up to him and grabbed his arm. "You can't be running off like this."

"But I gotta heal my girlfriend!" He replied firmly as he looked at Kline while coming to a stop, bouncing on his toes as he did so. "She fought 682 before I ended up doing it, and got badly hurt. I need to heal her," he continued with a somewhat pleading look. "Please! Let me go do that!"

Kline stared intently at him for a couple minutes, before he sighed and let go. "Alright kid, but I'm coming along," He replied, causing Gavin to sigh with relief. "Gotta keep an eye on you after all, since you're an SCP."

"Alright, let's go!" Gavin replied, before he started to run once more, with Kline going after him.

The two navigated the hallways, following the trail of destruction 682 had left in its wake during its chase of Gavin. Said trail consisted of broken walls and cracked ceilings, cracked floors, bent pipes, broken doors, and of course, shredded plants. His traps had all been activated, with bits of bone and skin at various traps along the trail. He had to command a few plants to stop what they were doing, like the light mushrooms and paralyzing mushrooms, so that he and Kline wouldn't get hurt, or killed in Kline's case.

Eventually, after forty minutes had passed, they rounded a corner, and Gavin's eyes widened upon seeing the prone body of Selina. "Selina!" he exclaimed as he hurried over to the SCP.

"Holy fuck! He's still alive!" One of the four guards he had first met said as he peeked his head out from behind a crate. "Hey! You! SCP!"

"What?!" Gavin yelled back as he knelt down next to his mate and began to look her over. 'Oh man! She's covered in these claw marks,' He thought as he ran his fingers over some of them, a couple having stopped bleeding. 'And her legs...' He trailed off as he looked at her rear legs, which were now bent at odd angles. 'Broken beyond belief. But her throat scares me the most,' He continued as he looked at her throat, which still rose and fell, albeit very faintly, showing she was just holding on. It was covered in large bite marks that had left holes in the flesh, with blood drops and trails scattered about.

"What's the situation with 682?!" Another guard asked as he popped up out of another crate.

"It's contained!" He said, jerking his head at Kline, who was panting slightly as he stood nearby. "Ask him all about it! I'm busy!" He continued, before he looked back at Selina. "Don't you worry Selina. Everything's going to be okay," he said to her, before he closed his eyes and concentrated. 'I need that healing fruit,' He thought as he held out his palm, which turned dark green in color.

Several seconds passed, before another massive wave of exhaustion hit him as he took hold of the fruit he had just grown, with the stalk disappearing like before. He then held it to Selina's mouth, and opened her mouth with a hand, before he set the fruit inside. "Alright, now I gotta get her to chew it so the juices can get into her," He continued, before he reached his hands out and started forcefully opening and closing her jaws, trying to get her teeth to cut into the fruit.

And it was working, albeit rather slowly.

For the next several minutes he worked her mouth, making sure to keep an eye on the fruit so she wouldn't choke on it, pulling out pieces when they were cut off with her teeth.

He also kept an eye on her wounds, and smiled with relief when he reached the ten-minute mark and saw/heard the holes in her throat close up, with the blood evaporating. The claw marks then started to shrink away as well, while cracking sounds could be heard in her rear legs as they shifted back to their normal positions.

"It worked! It worked!" He continued as he saw that her breathing was much better, prompting him to take out the mangled mass of fruit and drop it on the ground, before he leaned back, propping himself up with his arms as he looked up with a large smile. "It fucking worked!" He said with a laugh as his emotions bubbled and swirled.

As he did so, he felt yet another wave of exhaustion hit him, before he fell onto his back next to Selina, arms feeling very heavy all of a sudden.

"Hey kid! You okay?" Kline asked him as he bent down next to him, a look of concern on his face.

Gavin opened his mouth to respond, but he couldn't hear himself speak. Nor could he head Kline's response.

His eyelids then closed, and he passed out, welcoming the dark embrace of unconsciousness.

Today had been a rough day.

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Hope you liked what I did with Gavin and 682's first fight, as there will definitely be more fights between the two of them, and I sure enjoyed thinking up the various traps he made with the plants.

Now on to the next chapter!!